Spacer X Stories: Part 42

Alan had gone to sleep quite late, due to all his homework. It was nearly three in the morning when he finally went to bed, and he fell asleep instantly.

Normally he was quite a deep sleeper, especially when he was so tired, so he was surprised to wake up a short time later. He was even more surprised to realize that he wasn't alone. He could tell it was Katherine merely by her smell, but he opened his eyes and looked at her body in the darkness just to be sure. He couldn't see any more than her head because the covers were pulled up, so he focused on her face. He realized she was awake. She also was a good distance from him across the bed, apparently because she didn't want to wake him up.

Seeing that he'd noticed her, she gave him a nervous smile. She whispered, "Howdy, Big Palm Tree Brother. Sorry I woke you. Pretend I'm not even here." She gently scooted up to him, but then seemed content just to turn around and spoon up against him, not trying anything sexual. However, she was nude and he was nude, so the odds of them not getting sexual were pretty low.

He noticed that she'd turned so his arms and chest pressed into her back instead of her more tempting front. He whispered, "But you are here. What would Mom think? I don't want to have to deal with disappointing her. There's too much going on with me right now."

"Hey. My bed collapsed. What else can I do?"

Alan smirked. "I can feel that you're naked, too. What happened, did your wardrobe burn down, too?"

She giggled. "Yeah. I had a little accident with some matches. No big deal."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. But then he was determined to stay serious. "Sis, we really shouldn't. If Mom were to-"

Katherine turned over enough to caress his cheek with a finger. "Hey! Don't worry. She won't. I've set the alarm clock to wake up a bit before she does. I've hardly seen you lately. Can't I just enjoy a cuddle? We don't have to do anything at all, just sleep. I know you must be exhausted, so you won't hear another word from me. Goodnight, my loving big brother."

She closed her eyes and made a big show of turning back over and ignoring him. Within seconds she even began to pretend snoring, but then she made herself giggle more with that, so she stopped.

But she was good on her word to stay quiet.

Alan lay there for a couple of minutes, but his sister didn't stir. He closed his eyes and felt the pleasant sensation of her body up against his from his shoulders down to his groin. His penis had gotten a bit excited, expecting action, but she seemed to act as if his erection resting between her ass cheeks wasn't there.

Alan thought, Boy. Sleeping with my sister. This is wild. For someone with so much sexual experience lately, it sure is strange how rarely I've slept the night in the same bed with a woman. There's only been that one night with Amy. ... It sure feels good, though. Reassuring. It makes me feel loved. I know Sis loves me so much. How lucky am I to have possibly the best looking girl in the whole school as my sister? Not to mention the other best looking one as my girlfriend. And then the other best looking one, Heather, is my bitch! ... Of course, there's Christine, the one who got away. Still, not even my lucky butt can have everything.

He cuddled up closer. Mmmm. So cozy. I hope this is a taste of things to come. Wouldn't it be great if I could sleep with Sis or Mom every night? Or both! The only problem is, I don't think we'd get much sleeping done. Heh-heh-heh.

As if reading his mind, she said, "Big Weather Vane Brother, I'm so happy. Just so happy to be near you, lying beside you. I know that sometimes everything seems sex, sex, sex these days, but forget all that. Even without that, I'm just so happy you're my brother."

"Little Sis, I love you so much."

"I feel the same," Katherine replied. "I can really feel the love between us and our bond growing even closer. I can't tell you how much I love the cuddling last night. It made me feel like I'm one of your girlfriends."

"You ARE one of my girlfriends."

"You know what I mean. Let's just lay here and enjoy the togetherness."

He didn't know what she meant, but he didn't press the issue.

She sighed happily, and then mumbled to herself, "Yes! Mmmm. Brother. My true love."

Alan was so tired that not even the sensation of Katherine lying there could keep him awake for long.

The next thing he knew, he heard his alarm ringing. He automatically reached over to slap it shut, as he always did, and his hand did manage to hit the off button. But then he realized there was something on top of him, impeding his movement. He directed his attention downwards, just as his eyes opened up.

His eyes went wide as he saw a very large lump under his covers and he felt incredible sensations coming from his stiff penis. A familiar tongue was working on the sensitive spot right below his penis head. I'd know that technique anywhere! She always goes straight for the jugular and keeps working that spot! What did Aunt Suzy call it yesterday? Oh yeah, the frenulum. That frees great!

He exclaimed, "Sis?!" But then he realized that he had to keep his voice down, so he repeated it in a whisper. "Sis!"

Katherine giggled. She removed her mouth from his penis and pouted, "I'm hurt."

He rolled his eyes. "What now?"

"That you'd wake up from the alarm clock but not my mouth, your fuck toy 'alarm clock.' I guess I'm going to have to resort to stiffer measures. Mmmm. Stiff." Her body began moving.

"Uh-oh. I'm up already. Didn't you notice?"

"It's possible, but I'll just have to make sure." She threw back the covers and exposed the glory of her tanned naked body to his eyes.

He looked at her ravishing teenaged body and quipped, "It is a tough life, but someone's got to live it. What time is it?" He looked over at the alarm clock and saw it read six o'clock. "Six? Why so damned early?"

Forced to talk, she resorted to jacking him off with both hands and licking his penis head when she could. "Mom gets up way early. Do you realize how much time it takes a woman to get pretty in the morning? Sure, none of us use much make up, except for Suzanne, but there's all the anal lubing and butt flexing exercises we've got to do. Plus, I don't want to rush too much."

He smiled, but then something she said puzzled him. "Butt flexing? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, never you mind. Something we all learned from Xania recently. Though I have to say I'm upset with her."

"Who?"

"Mom. I know you call her your special alarm clock, but how often does she actually wake you up with a blowjob? Getting pretty is important so we can tempt you with our fuckable bodies and keep you stiff and panting all day long, but is it more important than waking up your cock properly? I don't think so! If she's unwilling to do her duty, I'm more than willing to wake you with my tongue and lips every morning!"

"But, uh..." He was having a hard time thinking while his sister's hands slid up and down on his prick. "Um, I think she wants to save my hard-ons for breakfast time fun."

"You need a wake up blowjob AND breakfast time fun. It's an outrage you're not woken up with a blowjob every day! You're the man of the house, as Mom never ceases to remind us. We are here to serve you at all times, in every way. But don't worry about such cocksucking politics. Mom and I'll work it out. One of us will suck you awake tomorrow, don't you worry. Just enjoy your fuck toy." She began slurping up the side of his pole as she finished saying that.

"So what do you and Mom talk about during your butt flexing, or whatever it is?"

"Grrr!"

"What?"

"Every time I put my lips on your cock, I have to talk again. But, in short, we've been chatting and getting up together for about a week. Mom usually does most of the talking. She usually goes on and on about what an extremely important day it is for you, sexually speaking, and how we need to do our best to make you cum a lot. She used to talk a lot about your six times a day target, but now she's pretty much keen on getting you to cum as many time as you humanly can. She usually gives me dire warnings about the dangers of blue balls, chafing, and the sins of Onan. She always reminds me that, as family fuck toys, our role is to serve. Sometimes, we speculate who you're gonna fuck at school, or reminisce about some orgasmically amazing thing you did to one of us the day before."

Her fingers rubbed and fondled as she went on, "It sounds a bit corny, and it gets annoying when she goes over her precious Big Tits Theory again and again, but all in all it's a lot of fun. It gets me psyched up to perform my fuck toy duties. Both of us get really hot, especially when we spend a lot of time lubing each other's asses up. So by the time you come downstairs for breakfast our pussies are usually already dripping, and we're hot for cock." She dropped her mouth back over his dick.

"Jesus," Alan muttered.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just..."

"Whah alreahy?" This time she was talking through her cocksucking and stroking.

"It's just... I had no idea. That's really wild. I can't believe the extremes you two go to in order to please me. You really don't need to do that."

She sighed, because she was forced to talk again. "But I love you. Mom loves you. It makes us happy." As long as her head was up, she wanted to get him more involved. One of her hands stopped her stroking long enough to pick up one of his hands and bring it to her chest. "Do I have to remind you what these things hanging off my rib cage are?" She quickly brought her hand back for double pumping action on his stiff pole.

He laughed. "No. But geez! Give me a second. My penis might have woken up already, but the rest of me takes longer."

"Actually, Alan Junior was up long before you were. How could I sleep when your morning woody wanted to get going even before you woke up? He was insistently poking around my butt, trying to find my pussy."

Alan laughed again. "Figures. He's been like that lately."

"Did you have pleasant dreams? I hope you did, because I've been practicing my handjob and cocksucking technique for most of the last hour on your morning wood."

"Now that you mention it, I was having the best erotic dream. But the reality is so much better."

His thoughts drifted back. In his dream, he'd been the sultan of an ancient kingdom. He had his harem gathered around him in his ornate throne room, all dressed in skimpy and usually transparent outfits. His dream harem consisted of Susan, Suzanne, Amy, Katherine, Glory, Brenda, Heather, Simone, Christine, Akami, Xania, Kim, Janice, and Joy. But there were others too, including some more hotties from school that he'd lusted after at one time or another, like Donna and the school principal Mrs. Napoleoni. But what really surprised him was there some famous women there as well, including Elle Macpherson, Petra Verkaik, and Elizabeth Hurley. There were 22 women there in all.

Generally, three or four of them were servicing him at any one time, while others were performing erotic dances right in front of him. Some were having sex in twos or threes or more with each other elsewhere in the room. The smell of incense hung heavy in the air. He found it exciting to watch Elizabeth Hurley and Suzanne rub their tremendous racks together, and was surprised and amused to see Britney Spears in there as well, in a sixty-nine with Heather. He didn't even consciously realize that pop star was on his fantasy list, and he felt a bit abashed about it.

But what took up most of his attention was the way Glory was dancing for him. He could hardly recognize her, with a shawl over her hair and a veil over much of her face. But she looked ravishing as she gyrated with the skills of a professional belly dancer, especially because her body was oiled up and all of her privates were exposed.

He sighed in fond remembrance of the dream and thought, Now, THAT is the life. No, wait. What am I talking about? My life is just about as perfect as that already! Seriously! Any more women in my life and it would be too much, even Liz Hurley. He laughed inside and added, Okay, I think I still have room for her. Heh-heh-heh! ... I AM living the dream!

Katherine could see a big smile on his face and a far away look in his eyes, and somehow she could tell he wasn't just basking in the glorious sensations of her talented blowjob. She asked while still nibbling on his knob, "Wha ah you thinging abou?"

He replied, "Oh, I'm just thinking what an amazing, beautiful, and all around wonderful sister I have."

She mock-sighed and pulled her lips off his dick yet again. She pulled his hand massaging her breasts up to her mouth and kissed it. "Such a flatterer. If you keep it up, I'm just going to have to suck and fuck you all day long. Of course, that's my duty in any case, being your number one fuck toy and all."

She let out another mock sigh. "But you're hopeless. I give up on trying to suck you right now, 'cos you're too much of a chatterbox. I have a better idea." She pulled his hand back into her mouth and sexily sucked on his fingers, one by one.

He thought she was talking about the finger sucking and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

But that was just a feint. She straddled herself over his midsection and sat down on his erection before he could fully figure out what was going on.

"Unh!" he grunted, as she slowly impaled herself on him. "Hey! I was kind of enjoying that blowjob. It was over before I even knew it was happening."

She giggled. "I'm afraid you're just going to have to suffer though a sister fuck instead. Besides, my jaw and hands are tired." She was in a gentle and playful mood, and slowly raised and lowered her hips over him, while his mind was still playing catch up.

Between that and the way she was slowly rising and falling on his dick, all Alan could think was, Dang!

She asked while she bounced on his cock, her tits flying about in a slow circular motion, "I know you love me and all, but what were you REALLY thinking about?"

"Oh, just my dream. In it, I had a big harem and I was living the life of Riley, having nonstop sex with the most beautiful women."

She laughed. "Are you sure that was a dream, and not, say, yesterday?"

He said, "That's what I was thinking too. Thus the big smile on my face. Everyone was all dressed up in sexy little harem outfits. Or I should say dressed down. It was totally great."

"Ah."

They continued quietly and slowly for a while, with all of Katherine's body bouncing up and down on him like a pogo stick, over and over. The pleasure seemed endless. But then Alan began to get nervous that his mother would catch them, so he sped things up.

He knew that at this point it wouldn't really matter much if Susan found out that he and his sister were caught fucking. But sleeping together was something they'd never discussed, and after all the other times he'd lied to her, like about having sex with Katherine, and then having sex with Suzanne, he didn't want to get caught up in any more lies. He figured later in the day the three of them should discuss sleeping arrangements, but until then it was best if Susan didn't get the impression Katherine had been fucking the whole night away in his room. Soon he flooded her pussy with his cum while she orgasmed on top of him, delightfully clenching her pussy around his penis with every orgasmic tremor that ran through her.

Katherine snuck back to her room very satisfied. Her thighs dripped with cum. She'd loved merely sleeping with her brother almost as much as fucking him, and eagerly hoped it would happen again, and not just for part of the night.

Alan, though, was exhausted. He changed his sheets to avoid getting caught when his mother did laundry later, and then reset his alarm clock and went back to sleep. He figured he'd wake up a little later than usual and rush through his morning routine.

CHAPTER 2

The next thing Alan knew, he was waking, but not because of an alarm clock. He felt a mouth on his penis again. His first instinct was to gently gibe Katherine for her recklessness in getting caught by Susan, until he realized that the mouth in question actually was his mother's. There was a difference in the smell (Susan favored apricot flavored shampoo recently), the way the long hair brushed across his legs, and the blowjob technique itself. Lately Susan had become more "professional" and technically accomplished, no doubt due to the advice Suzanne and Xania had given her.

He recognized her current move as something she liked to call "The Pole Dance." She enjoyed cocksucking so much that she gave creative names to just about every little technique she knew, and loved to refer to them by name. In this one, she had his entire knob in her mouth and slumped up and down on it in corkscrew fashion, while her tongue danced all over it inside her mouth.

He thought, Wow, TWO alarm clock blowjobs in one morning. Too cool for school. I really am getting pampered beyond all reason. This is ridiculous. I'll give them, hmmm, a couple of years to stop. He-heh!

She didn't realize he was awake until he opened his eyes and said, "Hmmm. It seems someone let a pole dancer into the room."

She giggled. "Good morning, Son! I would say rise and shine, but you clearly have the 'rise' part taken care of already." She kissed his penis affectionately all over. "I just love morning wood! Mmmm. And the smell of hard son cock. It positively reeks of sex in here this morning!"

He laughed inwardly. Like mother, like daughter. But he didn't fail to realize that his mother was now sucking his penis only a short time after it had been inside his sister's pussy. If she only knew the reason for the strong sex smell! It's a good thing Sis gave my penis a very thorough tongue cleaning after we'd finished, or I'm sure Mom would have suspected something.

He quickly changed the subject to be on the safe side and distract her from thinking further about sex smells. "You know, Mom, we should install a real pole in the living room for some real pole dancing."

"What, you want your Mommy to get naked and dance around like a slutty, big-titted whore in the living room just for your amusement? What a great idea!"

They both laughed.

She added, "But we don't need another big pole in this house when we've got this one between your legs. On, and by the way, I was hoping to wake you up with this. It's a new one."

She slipped his penis head into her mouth again and took him as far as she could go, which was just over half of his whole erection. Then, with her lips firmly sealed all around and sucking up and down, her tongue started a frantic dance inside her mouth, as if she was trying to imitate the blur of a hummingbird's wings. The tip of her wildly flapping tongue was right on the side of his shaft and her tongue covered most of one side with its crazy motions while her lips kept sliding up and down.

After that elicited some pleasant grunts, she popped off and said, "You like? I just thought that up last night as I was going to sleep. I call it the 'Alarm Cock' 'cos it's sure to get your attention."

They both laughed as she went down on him again.

"That was great! Inventive. Mom, I seriously think you're going to become the Leonardo da Vinci of cocksuckers."

"Thanths! How bou thith?"

"Ack!" Her switch to "The Tongue Bath and Tooth Scrape" technique took him by surprise. "Whoa! Nice. So what's the occasion for the special wake up call?"

She popped off his pole again. "Reason? No reason. Your 'special alarm clock' should try to wake you up like this every morning, but usually I'm too busy getting ready myself. But today I was thinking we could get this out of the way early so you could focus on your upcoming tests. Now stop making your mommy talk when she's busy sucking cock."

"Ugh! Mom, why did you have to remind me of the tests? Talk about a turn off! Shit. What a downer." He frowned as he remembered everything he'd have to do in school.

But he also thought, It's as if she could hear Katherine talking earlier, saying that Mom didn't give me a good morning cocksucking nearly often enough. I wonder if Mom did hear, or if this is spontaneous? But if she heard, then she would have known we fucked, too, and she's giving no sign of that. Probably they talk about this kind of stuff when they're doing their "anal flexing," whatever the heck that is.

Susan resumed an intermittent combination of licking, talking, and penis kissing. His penis was just as stiff as ever, but she seemed overly concerned by his casual comment about tests being a turn off. "Oh dear. If there's one thing I dread happening, it's turning you off." She cupped her hands in front of her mouth and yelled, "KATHERINE! ANGEL?"

Katherine was getting ready in her room. She came hustling over to Alan's room immediately, still dressed in a nightgown.

Alan stood and he shared a brief good morning French kiss with his sister.

Susan waited impatiently, cocksucking air, pretending that she simply couldn't stop her mouth from sucking.

As soon the kissing ended, Susan, back to happily stroking and licking Alan's erection, said to her daughter, "Angel dear, Tiger here was just saying that he was in danger of going flaccid. I think you'll agree there can be no bigger disaster in this house. I might be forced to get all lesbian on you to make sure that doesn't happen." She opened her mouth quite wide and plunged it down on his penis as far as she could go once she'd finished talking.

Katherine put her hands up to her large "O" shaped mouth, as if she was doing her best Macaulay Culkin "Home Alone" impression. "Oh no! Why, we'll both have to get totally dyke-y! It pains me to say this, Mom, but I'll probably have to lick your muff while you keep sucking on him, and then we'll be forced to suck him off together!"

Alan laughed and said sarcastically, "Forgive me for bringing such suffering upon this house."

Everyone laughed.

He commented, "You two sure have fun with sex, don't you?"

Susan managed an enthusiastic "Mmmm hmmm!" while she continued to suck him.

But Katherine protested, "I don't know what you're talking about, Big Snow Shovel Brother! Suffering, I tells ya! This is suffering. Pure torture!" Then her giggles quieted down as she got in position to lick her mother's pussy.

Alan stood near the foot of his bed and watched Susan on all fours sucking him while Katherine licked her mother's ass further on down the bed.

He thought, My mom positively lives for sex now. There's never been a better time than today for her to get fucked in the hole that most needs fucking! She's so ripe! I just hope we'll do it this afternoon and not have to wait any more.

Susan was thinking, My pussy... tingling! Angel's lips... fantastic! Ass is... quivering! My tits... swaying free! My lips... sucking! Tongue... fellating! Somebody kill me now 'cos this is how I want to die! I'm in heaven already! My children love me!

They continued like that for a couple of minutes until Katherine's rim job made Susan cum.

At that time, Susan had her lips as far down his dick as she could get them, given that she had yet to master the art of deep throating.

Alan could actually feel and hear her scream around his hard-on as the waves of orgasmic ecstasy passed through her.

But she still had lots of energy. In fact, she hopped off the bed and sat on her heels next to her son. She immediately squeezed his iron-hard pole between her soft tits and started a titfuck. Lubrication was not a worry since his dick was so wet already with pre-cum and saliva, and beads of sweat were all over her chest.

She said to Katherine, who was resting on the bed, "This is no time for lollygagging, Angel. You need to go to the bathroom and rinse your mouth out, because your tongue is needed over here. It's a scientific fact that a superior cock like Tiger's has trouble cumming from just one pair of lips at a time."

Alan had no idea where she'd come up with that "scientific fact" but he wasn't about to question the point.

Katherine stood up and scurried to get clean.

Susan wasn't nearly as practiced with titfucking as she was with cocksucking, but she was already starting to develop various techniques for that as well. She liked it a lot when her son used her rack as a pussy and thrust back and forth into it, but now he was just standing still and letting her do all the work. She had some different strategies to deal with such occasions. Right now, she was alternately rubbing her tits up and down, meaning when one stroked up, the other stroked down.

She said, "Tiger, the reason I'm switching to titfucking is so we can talk. I have some bad news. This morning, I still have my, well, my flow. You know what that means."

"Oh drat! That sucks."

"I know, I know! You're telling me! Last night I could hardly get to sleep. All I could think about is how you'll be taking complete possession of your mommy. How you'll be filling me, drilling me, flooding me with sperm! You know, I used to hold back from even thinking about you nailing my cunt, even though I knew it was inevitable, deep down. It doesn't really matter how immoral it is, a real man like you, he takes what he wants!"

"That's not true," Alan protested while watching her boobs rise up and down on either side of his pole. His hands kneading Susan's ass and he giving her ass cheeks a good workout in time to her titfucking rhythm.

"It is!" she protested back. "Big-titted vixens just have no defense, no prayer of resisting your well-hung cock. You could have taken my cunt weeks ago and made me your slave! But you were just so nice. I dare say too nice, even though I love you for it."

Katherine had walked back into the room since cleaning her mouth and hands had only taken a minute. Before Alan could respond to Susan's comments, Susan asked, "Angel, what do you think? Don't you agree that Tiger turning us into his personal fuck toys is just the way of the world? How could it be any other way?" She deliberately used the term 'fuck toy,' knowing how much her daughter liked that.

Katherine tried to sound like the voice of reason instead of imitating Susan's hyperactive, over the top style. "She's got a point, Bro," she said calmly while kneeling down next to her mother. "Um, can I get in on the action, here?"

"Sure thing, Angel. Tiger, why don't you lie down so she can sit on your face." She half joked, "We don't need to hear your modest protests anyway. Listen to two wise women who know what they're talking about."

As Alan repositioned himself, Katherine continued, "Brother, sure, the six times a day diagnosis was so fitting for you, and really opened things up. But I was in love with you big time even before then. So was Suzanne. So was Amy. Suzanne would have had her way with you in any case, because what she wants, she gets. And as we can see, she's not at all averse to sharing you; in fact, she encourages it. Plus, we've seen that Amy can be a lot trickier than we all realized. Once you started getting into sex, it was only inevitable that you'd be nailing the both of them and a few girls at school, besides."

Alan wanted to protest that, but his mouth was full of his sister's pussy. Susan was hanging over him, still giving him a good titfuck while licking his penis head when it came close to his mouth.

Katherine went on, "Naturally, you'd be slippin' the sausage with the Pestridge gals all over this house, due to the problems with Eric and Brad next door. I would have given in pretty quickly, I'm sure. I was primed to go. So Mom would be the only hold out, and I admit that would have taken longer. But come on! Look at her! She's so submissive and downright hot, and you're so dominant and handsome, it was just a matter of time before you added her to your harem. So the bottom line is, it is only natural that a man like you takes possession of all of us."

Susan wildly agreed with that. "Angel! That is SO damn brilliant! That makes me feel so much better to know I wasn't almost doomed to a lonely, sexless life chained to a loveless marriage with a gay man. What a relief! I should have known that it wasn't just a fluke and that my son would come to own me and take control of my busty body, no matter what! Oh God!" Trembling with joy, she dove down onto her son's shaft, taking it nearly all the way to the base. She was going all out on it now.

Alan strongly disagreed with Katherine's assessment; he felt it was revisionist history. He suspected that it was probably true that he would have gotten involved with Suzanne eventually, but things would have ended there. No way would Suzanne have allowed him to get involved with Amy except for all the strange things that had happened. In fact, she still had issues with Amy's sexuality now. Probably I'd have ended up with Aunt Suzy. If she wanted me, I was hers for the taking. My God! What if she and I got married? That could have happened; it might even have been likely. Well, that certainly would have been a pretty cool fate; she's an amazing woman, and as smart as she is beautiful. God knows I totally love her. But I prefer having her AND the rest of my harem too, heh-heh!

However, he had to stop thinking because Susan was staging an all-out assault on his dick, using lips, tongues, two hands, and every trick she knew. Plus Katherine was grinding her dripping pussy down into his mouth and it took a certain amount of concentration to deal with tonguing it properly.

As the only one with a free mouth at the moment, Katherine kept talking too. "Big Racquetball Racquet Brother, I know what you're thinking. 'No way! I was a virgin until two months ago! Blah blah blah.' But you're wrong. You have no idea how much I wanted you before this all began, for starters. Anyways, it's a moot point. You're cock of the walk now. You've turned me into one of your fuck toys and I totally love it! And I'm so happy for Mom, too. I can't wait until you have the two of us in a fuck sandwich, taking turns slipping in and out of our pussies!"

"Mppffh!" Susan shrieked with delight upon hearing that, even though her mouth was stuffed full with cock again. Oh my God, I just have to swallow his load right now, I just HAVE to! I need his spunk in my like I need air to breathe! Cum, dammit, cum! What more can I possibly do?! Why won't this gorgeous fuck meat cum already?!

She panted excitedly, "Quick, Angel, we have an emergency! It's like I feared; we need two cocksucking tongues at the very least!"

Actually, Alan was right on the verge of cumming, but once again he felt no burning need to correct his mother on her excellent suggestion.

Katherine was greatly enjoying what Alan was doing to her pussy, but she got right up and repositioned herself to the side of his reclining body so she could get a piece of the action. She squealed happily, "Mom, let's share our mouths with him just like we'll be sharing our cunts!"

That set Susan off on another cocksucking frenzy, but she was mindful enough to work her way up one side with her flickering tongue and hungry lips so her daughter could do the same on the other side.

Once both of them were going at it full bore, there was no way for Alan to hold out, no matter what tricks he used. He was right on the verge as it was, anyway.

But once he started to blow, Susan wasn't so charitable. She had no control over the matter because her mouth simply took control of her son's penis head, swallowing it whole and going deeper and deeper down, impaling her face on his meaty pole. Her brain could lament the greediness, but her mouth refused to listen to any arguments.

The first of his ropes shot straight down her throat, but she couldn't really taste that so she pulled up enough for him to paint the back of her mouth instead. She tried to keep as much as possible in her mouth to savor.

By the time he was done, Susan was already beginning to feel bad. She said, "Sorry, Angel, I know I'm a cock hog. I can't help myself sometimes. I'm awful! But let me make it up to you. I've got almost all of his cum in my mouth still, let me snowball it to you."

"Well, if you put it that way, I'm not so upset," Katherine replied with a giggle.

Alan continued to lie on the floor while his mother and sister embraced and kissed right above him. Man! I didn't even know my mom knew the word 'snowball.' Hell, I didn't even know the word, though I can guess what it means from what they're doing. Must be a term Aunt Suzy taught her.

Oh shit! School! I actually have to get up and go to school?! That sucks! Good thing Sis had us start on the sex fun early, but how many hours sleep did I get last night? Three? Man, I'm gonna be so screwed later 'cos when I don't get my sleep I'm a basket case.

Sigh. I wish I could just stay in bed all day with a big harem, just like in my dream. ... Hell, who am I kidding, I HAVE a harem! Why do I keep denying that? How much more clear do Mom and Sis at least have to make it that they completely adore the idea? So what if it's not PC? I need to fully embrace my wonderful life. Maybe it's time I do something to formalize the weird dynamic we've got going. Maybe like a club or a ritual or something. No, it's way more than a club, that's all wrong. A ritual, that's what we need.

But I'll have to think about that later. Right now, I've got to get ready for school.

CHAPTER 3

The rest of the morning at home was uneventful for everyone because there was no time left but to scarf down a quick breakfast, take a shower, and rush off to school. About the only sexy things were the prolonged good-bye kisses Alan and Katherine gave their mother.

That made Alan thoughtful. As he biked to school, he thought, This is not just one wild week, or one wild month. This is how it's going to be forever! I'm never going to live separate from Mom and Sis if I can help it. Hell, twenty years from now, Mom'll probably still be cooking the two of us breakfast in her erotic apron and then blowing me through breakfast before necking and rubbing her tits all over my chest as I head out the door to work. Why the hell not? I know some people might find it odd to live with their moms, but they wouldn't think that if she was a perfect ten totally submissive bombshell fuck toy!

Hell, and knowing her, she'll probably look even better then than she does now! Man, "my future's so bright I gotta wear shades," that's all I can say, heh-heh. I just need to make it through today, and then the hiking trip, and soon I'll be balls deep in Mom's cunt! Not just once or twice, but every day, forever! How cool is that?!

He resolved to seriously focus on his classes for at least a few hours. He would have liked to repeat his remote vibrator control fun with Glory, but he knew that would ruin his concentration, and furthermore she was too sore to take another day so quickly. He had a triple whammy of tests in his first, second, and third periods, so he hunkered down and avoided distractions.

Alan's three tests came and went. He felt pretty good about how he'd done. As he waited in his third period class while the teacher collected his last test of the day, he thought, Finally! That monkey is off my back. Heather came through with the illegally authored essay, and it was a good one, too. From now on I'm going to do better so I never have to do that kind of cheating again. Not only is it wrong, but doing wrong leaves me vulnerable to blackmail. Especially from Heather. Despite our good meeting yesterday, I still don't trust her farther than I can throw her. Hell, I don't trust her farther than the eight inches I can fuck her.

But those worries are for another day. I made it through a tough week and now I get my rewards! First off, I'm gonna fuck Glory silly for lunch. We've never done that Princess Leia role-play she wants to do. I saw that she still has that costume buried in her supply closet, so we can do that one. Sean's such a big Star Wars fan; I wonder what he'd think if he was a fly on the wall for that one.

Speaking of which, with all these tests out of the way I have to find Sean again and get a progress report on his second Kim fuck. And I wanna hear Kim's side of it, too. Probably I should get her take first. I hope he did well, because the Xania thing is all arranged for him and right around the corner. I wonder what she'll think when he shows up there with his car all filled with camping gear. I hope the cover story of him being a guest on my scouting trip holds with his parents. It should. The call from my mom to his mom should prevent any doubts, I should think.

And then there's the hiking trip. I've been so focused on everything else that I've practically forgotten about that. But it should be a good break for me, both mentally and physically. A chance to give my mind and my penis big vacations. Forty-eight straight hours without cumming. That'll be strange.

But there's so much to do beforehand! Not only finish packing, but I've got all kinds of unresolved issues to deal with, most of which hopefully involve sex. I might as well go out in style and completely drain my balls before I go. I think I can afford another fuck with Heather as final payback for the "help" with the essay. Then there's an appointment with Akami in the afternoon, which is certainly going to have more sex in it. Oh. Wait. Heather'll be at the football game cheerleading after school. Well that's one less fuck for me, for good or for bad. Probably for good - I'm only human.

And then there's the one really huge question. Is Mom's period over so I can finally fuck her? Mom did say she's still "on the rag," but that could change by the afternoon. All hope is not lost that today could be the big day.

Worse comes to worse, we'll have to wait until after the hiking trip. But that might actually be better, if we can both hold out until then. We could make a really big production out of it, and I'll be so backed up with cum I'll be able to fuck her ten times in one day! Okay, maybe not, but a hell of a lot of times. Heh-heh-heh! So sweet! I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. But in any case, she's going to want to play around before I go. I can at least console myself with that. A titfuck? An assfuck? Or the tried and true blowjob? So many good possibilities.

This is gonna be a very sexually busy afternoon. All I know is, as soon as that final school bell rings, I'm going to have as many fucks as my body can stand until the van comes to take me away. It's going to be glorious. Talk about "Thank God It's Friday!" Heh-heh-heh!

Alan had been carrying on so much about how his tests and the 20 page essay were bothering him, that a number of people knew when his academic day was finished, for all practical purposes. So when he walked out of his third period class, Amy and Katherine were there, dressed in the skimpy red cheerleader uniforms they wore every Friday, ready to meet him with hugs and kisses (a chaste kiss on the cheek from Katherine, a wet, lingering kiss on the lips from Amy). The two girls had finished their own tests, so the three of them gave each other high fives.

But then Katherine suddenly said in a nervous voice, "We've gotta go," and the two girls rushed off without even good-bye hugs.

Alan thought that was strange, as the five minute break period had just begun. But then he looked around and saw Heather coming his way, like a shark swimming through packs of helpless fish. She too was dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She had a serious and determined look on her face - which made Alan realize why Katherine and Amy took off so suddenly. It seemed like Heather was coming his way to punch him in the face.

However, when she got close, she smiled and said, "Hi! You said you had three big tests one after another, so I figure you must be done. How'd you do?"

Alan was a bit taken aback by her casual, friendly question, especially since it contrasted dramatically with the searing look in her eyes. He replied, "Okay. I'm glad it's all over."

He hadn't gone more than a few feet from the door of his third period class and stood just out of the path of those wanting to exit or enter that room. Suddenly Heather grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him a few feet down the hall, while she pressed him up against the wall. He found himself positioned with his face only about a foot away from hers, and her legs on either side of his. It was the perfect position if they wanted to stand and neck against the hallway lockers, but that wasn't what Heather wanted to do.

With Alan still playing catch up, Heather grabbed one of his hands and drew it between her legs to her ass. As she did this, she said in a low and quiet voice, "Alan, thinking about our meeting yesterday makes me so HOT! It's all I can think about. I want you, no, NEED you, in my butt! Time is short and we all know what kind of day Friday is, so don't waste time!"

Alan didn't know what she meant when she said "we all know what kind of day Friday is," but then he reviewed his memory of their meeting and recalled his "Groping Naked Heather Day" fantasy. He'd described how dozens and dozens of strange hands would grope her all day long every Friday as she'd only wear painted on panties, and possibly even just a painted on top as well. Then the feeling of her skin on his hand made him realize that she in fact wasn't wearing any panties. He thought, Wow! She's doing the painted on panties thing!

She was doing the "painted on panties thing," but she was so excited about what Alan had told her the day before that even that didn't go far enough for her. She wasn't wearing panties, but hadn't had her crotch painted black yet either, as she planned to do that during sixth period cheerleading practice. The feeling of nudity not even covered by paint and the thrill of getting caught had her so aroused that she'd been practically glowing all morning.

He looked around. There were kids milling about all over the place, and Heather was practically treated like a rock star at school, so people were always looking her way. He said, "Not here; this is nuts! Let's go around the corner, at least."

CHAPTER 4

Heather let out a frustrated grunt and then practically carried Alan around the corner. She eagerly assumed the same position as before.

Touching Heather's privates in the school hall was still pretty crazy, but Alan couldn't resist. It only took him a couple of seconds from the time she pulled his hand up into her ass crack until he figured out what she wanted him to do. He began rubbing his hand over the inner slopes of her ass cheeks, and poked around the entry to her anus. The ecstatic and practically orgasmic facial expression right in front of his nose told him that he was doing the right thing. He was too frazzled to notice the difference in texture between painted and unpainted skin. In any case, he would never even have considered the possibility that she would have deliberately forgone even the minimal protection of painted panties underneath her short skirt.

He looked to the right and left and wondered how the two of them would look to other people walking down the hall. Going around the corner had moved them from a crowded hall to a less crowed hall, but it was hardly deserted. He saw some girls walking by, staring in wide-eyed wonder. But to his relief, he saw they were staring at his face and Heather's face. The faces were so close that it looked like they were about to kiss. He figured they wouldn't have even considered the possibility that he'd have his hand all over Heather's ass under her skirt.

However, he knew that Heather had such a fantastic ass that the next boys to walk by would probably be staring at it in any case. So he embraced her with his free hand and pulled her up so at least their activity would be less obvious. Then he switched to fingering her pussy from the front side. That would be a lot harder to notice, especially with their bodies closer together.

Heather was hoping to blindside Alan and so overwhelm him with sexuality and danger that she'd be able to assert control over their relationship. But right now she was the one feeling completely overwhelmed. She couldn't help but think back to the fantasies he'd put in her head of things like "Naked Heather day" or wearing no clothes to school except painted on ones. Suddenly, she was filled with the naughty thought of Alan fucking her ass right then and there. She imagined herself wearing nothing but her cheerleader skirt and being lifted up into the air and held there by nothing but a wildly oversized version of Alan's erection.

That turned her on so much she could barely contain herself and even had trouble breathing.

"Oh Alan!" she purred. "I can't believe what you do to me!"

He thought, I don't even want to be doing this. How do I get out of this? I can't seem to pull my hand away. What's wrong with me? Am I suicidal? What if some of the football players see me? Just standing this close to Heather would earn me a serious ass whooping.

He took another look past Heather. To his surprise, he saw Heather's friend Simone standing less than ten feet away. A couple of her and Heather's mutual friends were standing with her, apparently all in on whatever Heather was up to, and enjoying the groping scene. Simone was positioned in the best spot to see what he was doing with his hand, and in so doing she and her friends had blocked off that view from anyone on his right side, no doubt deliberately. The left side was still wide open, and unfortunately they were at the corner of an L-bend in the hallway, so there was a great potential for people to see from that side.

He motioned to Simone with his head, and nodded in the direction of the exposed side. She got his non-verbal message and moved to the other side of him and Heather. She stood quite close to Heather, effectively blocking the view from that side, too.

That was a big relief for Alan, but he still didn't like the situation. He whispered (even as his hand continued to explore her pussy lips), "Heather, this is dangerous!"

She huskily replied, "I know!" But to her, that was a really good thing.

The memory of being pushed and shoved by big football players in the hallway was at the forefront of his mind. He imagined what they'd do if they saw him like this, especially Rock, Heather's former boyfriend. He had a vision of being repeatedly punched and kicked by a crowd of big bullies, and then having his broken and bloody body thrown out a window into a trash dumpster. He whispered in a shaky voice, "The football players!" His heart pounded like a hammer.

She breathily whispered back, "I'll take care of them! Remember what you're having me do? Believe me, they won't bother you any more. Though I'll hate every minute of it, because you're so right about them. They're just jealous because they're a bunch of tiny-dicked losers who don't know how to fuck."

Alan felt his hand wander between Heather's legs until it was back on her ass again. He was rather amazed that his hand would fondle Heather's ass even as he knew the act was almost suicidally dangerous. He didn't have the willpower to stop, but he managed to quickly switch positions with Heather, so that she was now up against the lockers and his back faced the open hallway. He figured that was safer, though still far from completely safe, especially with the way Heather was breathing heavily now.

The skirt and the wall covered up what his fingers were actually doing, but there couldn't be an innocent explanation if anyone noticed the general location of his hand. He couldn't move his hand much while Heather's body weight pressed it against the wall, but he managed to wiggle it around enough to keep Heather happy. He looked again at Simone, and saw her lick her lips ostentatiously at him.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Simone said, "Hi Alan. Did you lose something? I'm thinking you must have lost something around Heather's ass, because you sure are giving it a good search." She snickered.

He turned back to Heather. Somehow, seeing Simone lick like that made him much more scared, as if it was possible for an orgy to break out in the hallway at any moment. He consoled himself that at least Simone was keeping her voice way down low so even the other girls standing near couldn't hear.

Despite everything, his wiggling hand grew a little more adventurous, and momentarily went exploring towards her pussy lips.

Simone was watching his every move and she said, "Smart guy. You obviously need to conduct a full cavity search." She giggled.

Heather ignored that. She'd been planning to get a revenge of sorts for the way Alan had treated her the day before. She thought it was time to remind him who was really in charge of their relationship. At first she was too excited, but now she steeled her nerves and said, "Alan, are you a 'fraidy cat? That's surprising, coming from you. I was going to jack you off, but you're obviously not in the mood." Even as she said this, she grasped his throbbing bulge through his pants.

"What? Right here in the hallway?"

She laughed at him, as if he was soft in the head to have a problem with that. "Where else? But time is short. We've only got a minute or two. I'll let you go as soon as you give me an orgasm." She figured she could control any man through his dick, and he'd soon be putty in her hands, ready to follow her agenda if she let him cum.

Alan felt very uncomfortable, because now Heather was in control and he was the one mentally knocked off balance. Not only was the situation embarrassing, but he knew it was also dangerous to let Heather think she could ever have the upper hand with him, like she did now. So, despite the danger, he stuck his long middle finger up her asshole. He'd been reluctant to go that far, but he consoled himself that at least no one would imagine she wasn't actually wearing panties, and so probably not even Simone with her extremely close view could tell what his fingers were actually doing.

Heather gasped, and immediately appeared to wilt. The aggressive and practically triumphant look on her face disappeared and her whole body slumped down a couple of inches.

He didn't realize that she hadn't even painted on any panties and that her new position caused her ass to stick out and her cheerleader skirt to rise up. He was so into the moment that he didn't hear Simone and the other girls gasp as Heather's bare ass came into view.

He pushed his sudden advantage and whispered, "Who's the bitch who needs a Bitch Trainer?"

"I am!" She seemed ready to cream. She tried to get back at him by unzipping his fly so she could jack him off directly, but her hands failed her as she lost her concentration and she merely fumbled around for it. Within seconds, she gave up and went back to stroking his bulge.

He was really sawing at her ass now. He felt a sticky wetness spreading onto his open palm from her excited pussy. It had been moist before, but now it was flowing like a river. "You will NOT surprise me like that again, you understand? I'm in charge at all times, and I'll decide! Is that clear?"

She whimpered, "Yes."

"Who's the anal slave?"

"I am." Her hand was practically wrapped around his shaft now, despite his pants, and stroking it with a passion. Because Alan happened to wear silk underpants that day, she was able to work up a good rhythm.

He purred, "You're whispering too quietly. Tell Simone and her friends what you are."

"No. I can't! They look up to me."

"You can forget your Bitch Training, then." He continued to saw her anus madly, knowing that anal pleasure was the key to getting her to agree to anything.

He looked around frantically, and didn't see anyone else who'd paid them any special attention on the left side, aside from Simone. But then he looked to the right side at Heather's friends, and saw that the group had increased in size by two girls to a total of five. They also were moving in closer. Their very presence with their body posture indicating they were looking at something interesting was certain to draw a crowd before long.

Every second that Alan had his finger working in Heather's ass seemed to weaken her resolve. Her facial expression morphed from victory to defeat inches from Alan's face. She looked over at Simone, and in a quiet voice but one just loud enough for rest of the group to hear, she said, "I'm an anal slave. Alan is my master. My ass master." Then she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Simone's eyes went wide in shock, and her hands flew down to her crotch. She'd been painfully aroused by everything so far, but seeing the haughty Heather act so submissive practically made her cum on the spot.

Alan immediately pulled his finger out of Heather, his task accomplished. He whispered, "Good girl," and withdrew his hand completely from her ass. His body pulled back as well. He looked at and sniffed his finger. While he didn't see or smell anything unusual, he was definitely planned to wash his hands before the start of his next class. His palm was practically soaked with Heather's pussy juice.

That caused Heather's skirt to fall back down, though Alan was still completely obvious as to what she'd been showing the whole time.

Heather though, didn't want to let go. She continued to jack him off through his pants with one hand while the other remained propped up against a locker in a futile effort to make their contact appeal casual.

She desperately whispered, "Can we meet for lunch?"

He pushed away, and said in a low voice, "No. I told you I have other arrangements now." He looked down at himself and saw a small wet spot atop the obscene bulge straining his pants.

She still clung to him, even though she knew that made her look pathetic and desperate to her group of friends. She whispered even quieter, "Then can I borrow the key?"

He looked at her uncertainly, painfully aware that the break was coming to a close. He lowered his voice again. "You realize it's my key and you only get to borrow it for a short while?"

"Yes."

Changing the subject briefly, he announced loud enough for the other girls to hear, "I want you to shave you bush off. Today. Your body belongs to me and I don't want a jungle down there. Is that clear?"

Heather practically swooned at that. "Yes!" Her knees buckled and she nearly fell to the floor, but luckily she managed to grasp the handle of a locker door and hang on for dear life.

"Here. You deserve a reward for admitting who you are to your friends. Now go." He handed the key over, then turned and hurried down the hall to the bathroom without looking to see Heather's reaction or the reaction of the others. Had he looked, he would have seen Heather, Simone, and the others simply stare at his back in amazement as he walked away from them.

Simone's hands continued to rub at her clit through her skirt, without her even realizing it.

As Alan fled the scene, clutching his cum-drenched hand with his other one, he thought about Heather. Fuck! I've created a monster! Even if she doesn't scheme against me, her enthusiasm is going to get me killed! That was complete insanity! Complete, idiotic insanity! My face is still black and blue and I'm already begging for another beating! It was just sheer luck no guys came walking past the whole time. Sheer luck!

Heather stared into space dreamily after Alan disappeared around a corner. But then Simone walked up to her to speak and she snapped back to reality.

The transformation of her face was incredible. She instantly went from lost and moony to looking like a harsh drill sergeant. Her eyes fell on the five other girls who had watched the whole thing and she gave them a deadly look. They had been quietly chattering amongst themselves, but quickly shut up.

"Okay you lot. Come with me." Heather realized she had to make these girls completely shut up about what they'd just seen and heard. Simone she could trust to be discreet, but these others would need strong persuasion to be absolutely sure. Luckily, they were all members of her "Blondie" group (and in fact all of them were blonde), so she already had them more or less under her control.

CHAPTER 5

The break between third and fourth period was also an extremely eventful one for Glory. She was also lost in thought at the end of her third period class. Heather was in Glory's third period class on the second floor.

As the class came to an end, all of Glory's students stood to leave and she saw an opportunity to give Heather the evil eye while no one else was looking.

Heather returned it with an even more menacing look. In fact, the tension between the two of them had been increasing in the past few days; this wasn't the first exchange of mean looks.

Heather flew out of the class with surprising speed. She had plans to catch Alan as he left his class down on the first floor, and as soon as she exited the door to Glory's class, she broke into a run.

But Glory wasn't so worried about Heather today. Her thoughts were more on Alan and the fact that he'd be coming into the room in a couple of minutes. She couldn't shake the notion that there was something dreadfully wrong.

As she got up and walked down the hallway for a bathroom break, she thought, That mother role-play I put on yesterday still haunts me. I wanted to look him in the eye, but I didn't get a chance. I was so out of it thanks to the vibrators that I didn't properly put him to the test. But was it that I wasn't paying proper attention, or was it that he managed to avoid looking me in the eye, because he couldn't stand to look me in the eye? There's so much circumstantial evidence that just gives me a really bad feeling. Am I risking my career and everything else on a guy so sex crazed that he'd even have sex with his own sister or mother? Or both?

She shuddered in disgust.

She ruminated on this some more while she went to the bathroom. As she made her way back her classroom, she saw Katherine talking to a couple of friends in the hallway just outside the door to the teen's next class (Katherine had just come up to the second floor after giving her congratulations to Alan and being spooked by Heather). During breaks, most students tended to linger in the hallways and socialize until the very last moment.

Glory walked up to Katherine and said, "Excuse me. Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Katherine was surprised. She and Glory knew each other by name, and they knew a lot about each other through Alan, but they'd hardly ever spoken directly. Katherine had never been in one of Glory's classes yet. But she couldn't say no to a teacher, so she agreed and followed Glory down the hallway. To her surprise, they entered a ladies' room, the very room Glory had just been in.

Glory looked the bathroom over thoroughly, checking each stall to make sure they were alone. They were.

Katherine thought Glory's scoping out the room was extremely odd, and started getting nervous about it. Then Glory walked up to her and looked at her from an uncomfortably short distance with a strange, intense expression. That made Katherine even more nervous.

Time was ticking on the class break, and Glory, as a teacher, couldn't afford to be late to her own class, but she just stared at Katherine while she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. She hadn't planned this exchange in advance, but she had an intuition that she could find out from Katherine if Alan was committing incest with her. If only she could only figure out the right thing to say, she'd have her evidence.

The problem was, she couldn't just blurt out, "Are you having sex with your brother?" because it would be beyond embarrassing if she was wrong. A good twenty seconds went by while she thought, and Katherine grew increasingly flustered. She had no idea what Glory was up to.

Finally, Glory simply said, "Katherine, you know that I'm involved with your brother. I want to ask you about who else he's involved with."

Katherine blanched. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She immediately assumed Glory was referring to her, even though Glory didn't say or even directly imply that. She averted her eyes and blushed profusely. She stammered, "I'm sorry, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know what you mean."

Glory felt an incredible sadness. It was like a ten ton weight had come crashing down on her head. It was more than she could bear. She looked away as well. Her brain screamed, IT'S TRUE! FUCK! ALAN IS SLEEPING WITH HIS SISTER! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO!

She muttered to Katherine, "My apologies. Never mind." Then she rushed out of the bathroom without looking at the teen again.

Katherine was left confused. She just thought, What the hell was that about? That was a close call! The way she was staring me down, I totally thought... Phew! I'm all tingly. I'll have to tell Alan about that. Weird. She hurried back to her class, unaware of just how guilty she'd looked to Glory.

Glory hurried down the hall. It was fortunate for Alan that her class was on the second floor, because had she been one floor lower, she would have rushed right past Alan and Heather. If she'd noticed them, she almost certainly would have stopped to see what they were doing, and noticed that Alan was fondling, if not finger fucking, the bitchy cheerleader's ass. That would have been the absolute worst thing she could have seen at that moment.

But even as it was, Glory was beyond distraught. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw things. She wanted to cry. The one thing she didn't want to do was teach a class. Yet that's what she had to do.

CHAPTER 6

Glory walked back into her classroom right as the bell rang. Barely making it to her own class on time was quite unusual. She sat at her desk from some moments, shuffling papers and gathering her wits. She was determined not to look at Alan, which was a difficult task because he sat in the front row.

In fact, he wasn't there. His outrageous ass fondling of Heather had just come to an end, and he was still in the bathroom washing his hands when the bell rang. He ran upstairs to Glory's class as quickly as he could. He burst into the room rather dramatically, still huffing and puffing, just as one of the other students was closing it.

Glory couldn't help but look up to see who caused the disturbance, and when she saw it was Alan her heart leapt to her throat. She jerked her head away and said nothing.

The students found her behavior quite strange. Her appearance - burning cheeks, trembling hands - was stranger. But then, to add to the strangeness, she announced, "Hello, class. Something has come up. I want you all to write an in-class essay right now on this week's reading assignment. Um, think about something you feel strongly from that reading, and develop an argument on that. You have the entire class. I'll be back shortly."

That announcement was met with groans. Most noticed that there was something not right about her demeanor, if they hadn't picked up on it already. She spoke in a robotic monotone, and stared straight ahead, above the eyes of everyone. She was trying desperately hard not to look at Alan sitting in the front row. She fled the class as soon as the last words of her announcement left her lips.

Despite his late arrival, Alan knew Glory well and also realized something was wrong, very wrong. His front row seat allowed him to see that she was trembling and tensed up while most in the back rows missed those clues. He could tell that a problem was brewing with her, but he was completely stumped as to what the problem might be. He put his head down and got to work on the in class work she'd just assigned, even though he knew it was just busy work to cover some kind of emergency.

Glory didn't know where to go to have some privacy and a good cry. She didn't want Alan to go looking for her and find her. Then she remembered the supply room that she had the keys to. It was the very same supply room Alan had used to fuck his sister and Kim, in what seemed ages ago. She knew about his shenanigans with Kim in that room, and bitterly recalled the memory. She ironically went back to the inner supply room where Alan first agreed to fuck his sister, and crumpled down to the floor. She cried.

She cried and cried for many long minutes, thinking about nothing in particular, but just weighted down by the entire situation. After a while, words began to form, and she thought, I want to cry on someone's shoulder, but now I'm all alone. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and now I can't cry on Alan's shoulder! Poor Garth. I should have stuck with him.

But Alan! God, I want him so bad, but it can't be. It's over! It has to be over. If I'm too stupid not to break up with him now too, then someone should shoot me. It's just been one thing after another with him. First, sleeping with my own student was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! So stupid. Then I find out that he's sleeping with other women, and do I break up with him? No! STUPID. He even steals my key to fuck another girl in this very room, and do I care? No. I find out about more and more partners, and do I care about that? No. I'm so desperate for a good fuck and desperate for love that I acted like a complete slut and an even bigger idiot.

Then things get more and more dangerous with Heather and everything, and do I care? Do I say "slow down," "play it cool?" No! Stupid again! I even go and break up with my dependable boyfriend for this wild kid. The Alan I knew and loved was the most good and innocent and tender boy, but he's turned into something else. He's turned into a sexual monster who'll fuck his own sister! Where's the love? I thought he loved me, but he's only hurt me. It's like we're all just his sex slaves!

He doesn't care. When I told him I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday, it barely registered. "Oh. That's nice. Thanks for that." He never calls, he never visits me outside of school - he's probably too busy fucking his sister! Face it Glory, you're just a midday fuck for an evil sex monster! And you're a dumbfuck. A DUMB FUCK. IDIOT! He's totally crushed my heart.

I should have said no. I should have said no a million times over. Well, I'm saying no NOW. He's gone way too far this time. Incest? It makes me want to retch. What the hell is wrong with him? That's disgusting! Does he just fuck anything that moves? What's next? Necrophilia? Bestiality?

Oh no, it could be worse, much, much WORSE! What if he is sleeping with his mother too? I know he's doing Mrs. Pestridge, and of course everybody knows about him and Amy. So he's fucking one mother-daughter team already. Mrs. Plummer would be just as sexy as her neighbor if she dressed right. If he's ha sex with his sister, why would he stop there? ... But that is so WRONG! How could she? His sister is bad enough; probably the only hope is that Mrs. Plummer somehow resists him. This is just insane. I CANNOT BE INVOLVED WITH HIM! Period!

Gloria Rhymer, what have you done? I just have to completely cut it off. I can't ever be friends with him after this, as much as that pains me. How will I ever look at him again? How will I be able to teach his class, or even keep my job?

She buried her face in her hands and cried some more. I loved him. LOVED him! He was the only one I ever loved! I STILL love him. Even after all this, I still love him! I can't bear it. I just can't! I can't go back in there into that classroom! It'll just rip my heart in two to see his cute face again.

She cried for nearly the entire period. But she knew that she couldn't avoid her responsibilities entirely. As time ran out on the class hour she managed to pull herself together enough to stop crying. She went to the bathroom and cleaned up. She washed her face over and over, trying to erase the evidence of such a heavy cry, but her eyes stayed red no matter what she did. Finally she had to go back in to the room where Alan was. Her feet felt like lead as she slowly walked back to where she knew he was sitting.

Glory sat at her desk without looking up and then had everyone turn in their papers. The bell rang, and the students all filed out - all but one. By this point she wished the class would never end, because she didn't want to have to be alone with Alan. But she was.

By this time Alan realized that something was terribly wrong. He'd spent most of the class thinking about what might be bothering Glory instead of fully concentrating on his assignment. At one point, he went to go find her under the excuse of taking a bathroom break, but he didn't see her anywhere. When she came back with painfully red eyes and a defeated walk, his trepidation grew. He couldn't think what could be bothering her so much unless it had to do with him. Everything else in her life was going fine as far as he knew, and the breakup with her boyfriend had been a long time coming to what seemed like a loveless relationship anyway. The more he thought about it, the more he figured it was either some horrible new scheme of Heather's or Glory had found out about the incest. His worst fear was that Heather had told her about the incest. By the end of the class he was almost sure that's what it was.

The others were all gone. Alan stood in front of Glory's desk, waiting. She resolutely kept her head down. Finally, he said, "Glory, I can tell that something's obviously wrong. Do you want to talk about it?"

Without looking up, she simply said, "I know."

Alan blanched just as his sister had. His body immediately went into panic mode, but he stood his ground and tried not to broadcast his emotions.

Then she repeated soberly, "I know." She added, "I know about you and your sister. I ran into her before class, and I could tell just from looking at her face. I can't... We can't... It's over. Please leave now. You have to go."

She still didn't look up. She hoped that he would silently walk out and she'd never have to see his face again. She knew it would be very painful to look at him.

He was stunned, even though he'd suspected this, but he didn't leave. His mind was too frazzled to think. It wasn't just that she knew about the incest; his worst fears had come true and she'd chosen to break up as well. It was all too much to take. He'd been under a lot of stress lately in trying to juggle all of the women in his life and keep them happy, and he felt as if all of the balls in the air had just all fallen to the ground.

He fell to his knees and then dropped forwards onto her desk. He buried his face in his hands just as Glory had done in the supply closet, and cried. Just as happened to her, he had a pure outpouring of emotion that seemed to have no end. He was so overcome that he couldn't control himself. He almost forgot that Glory was sitting there right in front of him. When he would remember, his reaction was just like Glory's: he wished she was gone because he couldn't bear to look at her.

He cried into his own arms for a long time. It went on at least twenty minutes. From time to time he paid enough attention to hear the sound of Glory crying as well. Eventually her tears dried up and she stopped and just stared at his head. His crying slowed down too, until it was more a series of sobs.

Finally Glory spoke. She said, "Jesus, are you ever going to stop crying? I-" Her voice broke as she struggled to continue. "I didn't expect that reaction from you."

Alan froze and looked up at her. They made eye contact for the first time since before she'd talked to Katherine. Mascara-smeared tears still ran down her cheeks.

He said, "What do you expect? I'm crying because I love you. I don't want to lose you."

That started a whole new round of crying from both of them.

Alan couldn't bear it. He got up and moved around the desk until he was kneeling at her side.

Then he and she kept crying even as they tightly held each other.

After some more minutes their mutual crying died down, and Glory asked, "Why? Why, Alan, why? How many women are enough for you? Why did it have to be her, too? Or was it... them? Is it, is it, it, more then your sister? Please, God, I NEED to know now!"

He closed his eyes and admitted, "It's them. The two of them." Having to say that felt worse than being punched in the gut.

Glory shrieked and fell to her knees. She burst into a new round of gut-wrenching tears.

Alan had no idea what to do. He feared that if he tried to hug her, that would backfire. So he remained standing and waited until she calmed down a minute or two later, and then he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you, sorry that I hurt you and kept the truth from you. But I'm not sorry about what I've done with them. I'm proud of it. We love each other. It isn't wrong! Love is love. Why is physical love so separate from other kinds of love? Why can't I love the women in my life physically, too? Why is that so wrong? I love you, Glory. I love them. I want to kiss and hug - and more - with the women I love. Why can't I, if we all want it? Why?"

She reluctantly stood up. She still couldn't bear to look at him, but his tear soaked cheek rested on hers as the two of them stared together across the classroom into empty space. "It's wrong. It just is. It leads to sorrow. People are made just to have one partner. And the reasons against incest go very deep. I don't want to talk about it."

He muttered, "I don't agree. You just don't understand how it is." But he let it drop for the time being, since she said she didn't want to talk.

They just held each other and stared out into space for a while longer. Then Glory turned to him, and from inches away said to his face, "Alan, you mean so much to me, but this can't go on. Our whole relationship was insanity from the beginning. I should never have done this. This is a good excuse to call it off. We have to, before it destroys us both. Look at your face with your black eye and bruised nose. If you keep this up and just recklessly fuck anyone you want, a black eye will be nothing compared to the hurt you'll face, especially the emotional hurt. I can't be a part of it. Don't try to argue. That's the way it has to be."

"That's not how it has to be, Glory! I know what we've done and that all this sneaking around has been hard on you, but I love you!"

"Stop saying that! It's killing me!"

"But it's true. It's so true. Doesn't love conquer all? If we love each other, we can overcome anything!"

Glory started crying again, but also said through her tears, "How can you say that? How can you keep saying you love me when you have a girlfriend, and you're doing ... THAT to your sister and mother? Look, I can't take any more of this. I need some time to think. And..."

She looked at the clock on the wall, "Good God! Look at the time. This is the problem. Incest and girlfriends aside, we're riding the razor's edge and it's just a matter of time until we fall. It has to end!"

Alan stood up and held her hands. He looked at her intently, and her eyes were drawn to his. He said passionately, "Glory, I love you. I'll say it again: I love you! I'll keep saying it until you realize it, because I won't stop loving you no matter what happens. A person can have more than one friend, and they can have more than one love. Promise me you won't make any final decisions and just think about it for a few days? Okay? I'll be gone hiking all weekend anyways. Promise me we'll talk some more on Monday? After school?"

She looked at his sincere face and felt her heart melt. It felt as if she was falling in love with him all over again. She had to turn away before the feelings got too intense. Staring at the far wall, she said, "I'll promise we'll talk some more, but that's it. Okay? You really have to go now. I absolutely have to pull myself together. You've turned me into an absolute wreck! Again!"

So Alan left. He wandered out of the classroom in a daze. His plans for the rest of the day and beyond were in tatters. Not even the prospect of fucking his mother mattered to him at this point. He loved Glory deeply with much more than physical love, and he didn't want to lose her. He resolved not to give up, not yet. But he realized that the situation looked very grim.

CHAPTER 7

Alan came home very distraught. Not only was the situation with Glory bad, but on the way to his sixth period tennis class, some football players started to intercept him. They clearly looked like they were going to do something nasty to him as they pushed their way through other students to get to him and block his exit. Luckily for Alan, they veered away when they saw a teacher standing nearby, but this was a painful reminder that his confrontation with them was far from resolved and that he was acting recklessly with both Heather and Glory.

He hoped and prayed that Heather's charms would allow her to influence the football players by the end of the weekend.

Heather indeed planned to give her all to convincing them to stop bothering Alan. But Alan would have only been even more frustrated to know what she did during lunch. She'd told Alan the day before that no locksmith shop would make a copy of the key, but she'd lied to him. So now she took advantage of Alan loaning her the key and drove to a nearby shop, had a copy of the key made in a couple of minutes, and drove back. Then she innocently returned "his" key back to him once lunch was over. It seemed that no matter how much Alan asserted his dominance over her, she always rebelled.

Then, just as he was leaving school, some girl he didn't even know rushed up to him, all breathless and excited.

"Alan!" she said. "Hey. I was wondering, you know, if you might want to, um, well, maybe go out some time?"

He looked her over. She was cute. Actually, she crossed the line from cute into downright beautiful. She had very lovely long blonde hair and was fairly stacked to boot. He guessed she wore C-cup bras. But he didn't know her name. Then, as he continued to look at her, he realized that she was one of the five "Blondies" who had seen him with Heather in the hallway earlier.

He reached out his hand to shake hers. "I hate to say this, but I'm afraid I don't know your name."

She shook his hand eagerly. "Yeah, that's probably 'cos you're a senior and I'm only a sophomore. But everyone says I look like I'm a couple of years older, at least."

He looked her over again and certainly didn't disagree with that. "Yeah, well, you definitely are a stunner, um, what's your name?"

"Oh! Sorry! I'm Mindy." She still held his hand, though it was more of a gentle caress than a firm grip.

"Well, Mindy, I wish I could say yes, but I really can't. I'd love to go out with you, but there are some things that make that impossible right now."

She looked crestfallen.

He could almost read her mind from her expression. It was like she was pleading, Those things you did to Heather, do them to me too! He could feel a boner growing in his pants as he realized the eagerness of this girl to do sexual things with him. But he knew there was no way he could give in. He was so overcommitted already that the mere idea made him feel more exhausted than excited.

However, she didn't give up easily. "What kind of things?"

"Unfortunately, I can't say. But it's not that I don't want to. You look like the kind of person I wish I could get to know better, but I just can't. If things change, I'll definitely let you know, okay?"

"Okay." She walked away slightly dejected, even though he'd done his best to let her down easy.

Dang, man, Alan thought. What is it with girls around here? Does everyone want to be treated like a submissive fuck toy or something? I almost want to shake her by the shoulders and say, "Hey! Get a grip. Go find a normal boyfriend and have a normal relationship. Stay away from me. Not only am I way overextended, but I'm downright bad for you. Really."

God, and she's totally doable, too. In another year, she'll be extremely ripe. She could be Christine-type hot eventually. Somehow that just makes me twice as frustrated.

He mulled over his situation as he biked home. Lately, more and more girls had been asking him out, and he'd turned them all down, no matter how appealing they were. He simply had no choice. He was realizing that he wasn't good at "fuck and run" - he tended to get involved, and there just wasn't enough of him to go around.

But he realized that at least that problem temporarily kept his mind off more disturbing problems, like Glory breaking up with him and the football players. However, thinking that thought reminded him of what just happened with Glory and got him depressed all over again.

Alan snuck into the house through the garage so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone. But Susan and Suzanne were waiting for him and hyper alert for his arrival. He didn't fool anyone. Still, they heard his tired and sad sighs and let him sneak up to his room.

Susan waited about fifteen minutes and then gently and quietly opened his bedroom door. She was wearing just a thin maroon piece of cloth that was mean to be worn as a strapless top as part of an ensemble. But that was all she was wearing, so it just barely covered her pussy and her nipples. She was hoping that, whatever trouble her son was having, he'd feel better after a nice long cocksucking.

She assumed that he'd be sleeping, but to her surprise he was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. There were tears rolling down his cheeks.

This made Susan very distressed, and she instantly started to get teary eyed too. She didn't know what the problem was, but if it was upsetting her Tiger, it upset her.

She opened the door a bit more and he saw her standing there. She said apologetically as she stifled the urge to cry, "Sorry, but I see something's bothering you. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

She sat on the edge of his bed, making sure her top didn't completely fall off in the process. Now wasn't the time for that. "What is it? What's upsetting my beautiful Tiger? My favorite son?"

"Mom, I'm your only son."

She smiled and ruffled his unruly hair. "That's why you're my favorite."

That was a little verbal game they'd played ever since he was a little boy, and it brought a wan smile to his face. But then he got serious as he recalled Glory. "Mom, you know how I've been involved with my teacher Glory for a while now, right?"

"Of course. You just hosed down her pussy with your sperm gun yesterday, twice no less. My big son! You really showed her." She ruffled his hair in a playful manner. She felt her nipples growing erect as she imagined her son's cum dousing his teacher's face.

"And you know how I had a crush on her for two years before that, and how strongly I feel for her?"

"Yeah?"

He sighed again. "Well, today she found out that I've been involved with you and Sis."

Susan gasped and held her hands over her mouth.

"She said something about figuring it out from the way Katherine looked at her. I didn't quite understand that; we'll have to ask Sis when she gets home from her cheerleading. But in any case it's been a long time coming. She's so smart and perceptive, and she knows me so well. Too well."

"Oh dear." For once, her desire cooled.

"But that's not the worst part. She was so upset that she up and broke up with me! She said that wasn't the only thing. There were a whole bunch of things." He went on to explain briefly more about what happened, including the fact that he'd freely confessed to Glory that he was having sex with her, his own mother.

When he was done venting, Susan said, "Well. I'll be. That's really something. I don't really know what to say. You know your father was pretty much the only man in my life before you, so I don't have much experience in the breaking up department. I'd better go ask Suzanne for her advice."

"Mom, can you call him 'Ron' instead of 'father' or 'dad'? I don't even want to think of him as 'father' any more. I never really did in the first place." That much was true; he could admit it now. He briefly wondered if it was because he'd had some long-held and deeply buried Oedipal desire to replace his father as "the man of the house" or if it was simply because Ron was such a lousy father. He decided it was the latter, though he conceded that maybe there was a touch of the former as well.

"Okay, fine. Whatever you say." She patted him on the head again. "You obviously need to be alone for a while, even if you're too worried and upset to take your nap. Meanwhile Suzanne and I will put our heads together and figure out how to fix things. Remember though that we don't have much time this afternoon. You have your appointment with Akami, then dinner, and then the boy scout van will be here before you know it. But we're going to do everything we can to help."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best."

She stood to go, and then asked hesitantly, "I don't suppose a mellow, cuddly cocksucking might cheer you up? Just a tiny little nibble?"

"Nah. Thanks, but I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, poo. I thought not. But remember that if you ever are, you don't even need to ask. Just say something like 'Assume the position' or 'On your knees, Mommy.' Okay?"

"Sure. Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest." He managed a slight smile.

With a brief kiss on the lips, she left.

Alan was left alone to ruminate, but not long. After about ten minutes Susan and Suzanne both came knocking on his door. He let them in.

His eyes went wide and his penis grew erect in seconds, despite his sad mood. They'd dressed in his favorite clothing. Susan was in her "hole" T-shirt that had a large opening for her boobs to hang out, and Suzanne was dressed in her Daisy Duke outfit.

They both came to his bed and both sat on the same side of him. Suzanne spoke first, saying enthusiastically, "How y'all doin', stranger?"

Alan groaned. He was sure that, while pleasant, this was exactly the kind of thing he didn't need to distract him from some very serious troubles. "Dear God, don't do that, Suzanne. The both of you? Are you trying to get me horny?"

Susan lifted up his ass and Suzanne swiftly pulled his pants clean off him. It was obviously a move they'd arranged in advance. Then Suzanne grabbed his flaccid penis and said, "No, we're not trying, we're succeeding."

Annoyed, he pushed her hands away from his groin. "Well don't. I'm not in the mood. It would be disrespectful to Glory this soon after breaking up."

Susan held his hand kindly and said, "Tiger, Suzanne and I discussed this, and we decided that based on what you were telling me, she didn't actually break up with you. You had an argument, but you're going to talk on Monday to see where things stand. Right?"

Suzanne brightly added, "And if I know you, and I do, you've become so suave that I'm sure you'll talk your way back into her pants."

He protested, "But I don't want to talk my way back into her pants, I want to talk my way back into her heart! I love her! It's not just a lust thing, not at all! It's the same as with you two. It's true that you're both totally jaw-dropping bombshells. But I'd still love you from the bottom of my heart even if you were ugly. I love you two so much, and I've deeply loved you all these years, long before anything sexual started."

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other and exchanged "awww" looks.

Suzanne thought, Is there any doubt why I love him so much and why he's the only man now that I could ever truly love? It's true; he would love me no matter what. And he's the only man who could ever honestly say that. Glory's a fool! They need each other, for a lot of reasons. We have to help her as well as him.

Then she said to him, "That's so sweet, and that's the Alan we love so dearly. But I'll bet that if you get back into her pants in the process you won't exactly complain." She gently ribbed him with an elbow, and then Susan tickled him a bit.

He laughed against his will, and said with a smile, "Okay, maybe I wouldn't completely mind. But it's like what I was telling her, and what I'm trying to say now. Physical love is just another expression of love. There's nothing wrong with me loving her, or either of you."

Suzanne clapped her hands and exclaimed happily, "I completely agree! Why don't you show me what this physical love thing is all about right now!"

Susan turned to Suzanne, playing dumb. "Hmmm. Do you think this physical love thing could involve Tiger shoving his big tree trunk down my throat?"

Alan laughed again but then turned serious. "Will you two quit being so nice and cheery. I need to mourn. You know I hate saying no to my two favorite busty-"

Suzanne cut in, "The two of us agreed that wallowing in misery won't help you. We're going to cheer you up if it kills you. You'll have enough of a chance to wallow on the hiking trail, but in the meanwhile you have a lot to do before you go." She again reached for his slowly rising penis, and this time he didn't push her away.

"You mean that I have some busy fucking duties to attend to. I'm just the family stud," he said resentfully, though part of him found the idea arousing.

Susan saw that he was hurt. "Yes, and no. Yes, you have some busy fucking duties. My period is finally over and I was thinking that maybe today would be the day that you and I would," - she giggled and blushed, still a bit overwhelmed by the idea of having wild sex with her handsome son - "would finally fuck. Would you like that? Do you want to claim Mommy for your own and possess her in every possible way?"

He didn't answer. But all three of them looked at his penis as it immediately shot up in Suzanne's hands.

Susan smiled as she watched Suzanne's hands start to stroke him. "I thought so. And that's how I feel about it, too. But I decided that it would be best to wait until when you come back from the scouting trip. I imagine you kind of figured out already that's how it should be, if we're going to do it right and not be rushed. And you being so upset about this thing with Glory confirms that now isn't the right time."

"I'm sorry, Mom." He had pretty much come to that conclusion already. Nonetheless, he hung his head low, sad that he'd let her down.

Susan climbed up on his bed and lay on top of him, to further distract him from Glory, and also with the hopes that he'd fondle or lick her ass. She pretty much planted her bare ass in his face. "It's okay. Good things come to those who wait. Suzanne told me that studies show that ruminating is the worst thing a depressed person can do. You need a distraction. Isn't that right, Suzanne?"

Suzanne's hands were busy sliding up and down Alan's dick by now. All grins, she replied, "It is. And I wonder what kind of distractions we can come up with around here."

Even Alan had to smile at that.

Susan added, "Besides, you need to get in the mood. You have other gorgeous babes to fuck today. For one thing, Akami will be expecting you soon. How is she going to get the proper sperm samples with the way you're carrying on?"

Suzanne jokingly added, "I think she's going to need at least two cum loads just to be on the safe side, if not three."

With a look to Susan, Suzanne removed her hands from his hard-on and let her best friend take over. Suzanne wanted her hands free to undress, because she didn't have any of her private parts on display while Susan had everything hanging out. Not only was Susan wearing the shirt that held up her incredible tits high and thrust them forward, but the shirt was all she wore.

Alan groaned again as Susan's hands took over the stroking duties.

Susan added as she leaned in to lick the tip of his penis, "Then, when you come back from her office, I was hoping you could give the two of us and your two teen sex toys some wet and heavy facials. I have this vision of us saying good-bye to you with cum streaming down our four faces. Of course I doubt you'll have four loads left in you after Akami's cunt is done milking you, but I was thinking we could get into a naked line and you could spurt onto our faces all at once, shooting up and down the line. Or maybe you could do us two and two, if you can manage two loads."

He was floored by that, mostly because he knew that she really meant every word. "MooooOOOOoooom! I'm trying to process what happened to Glory! How can I do that with the way you're jacking me off and talking like that?" His hands explored Susan's ass cheeks as if they had a mind of their own.

He thought, I have to think about Glory! I can't get aroused now; that's like having a blowjob at a funeral. It's wrong! But his body didn't agree.

Suzanne asked, "What am I, just chopped liver?" She'd stripped and now she rubbed her tits up against his upper arm while she nibbled on his ear.

"No. Of course not, Suzanne. You're just as incredibly, delightfully, frustratingly distracting as Mom, but the point is still the same. I need to be alone and sit and think. This is serious!"

While Susan enthusiastically pistoned both hands up and down his erection, which was already quite wet with pre-cum, she said, "You're just saying that. Son, you don't know yourself like we know you. You're such a kind and loving boy, and yet, such a fucking, relentless sex stud too. If you were just the latter, Glory would feel used and drop you. If it was just the former, she'd probably say 'let's just be friends.' But the combination is absolutely unbeatable. There's no way she can say no. Just give her time to come around."

"Mom, you're just saying that. You don't know her like I do. She's very independent. Very."

Susan took one hand off of his erection to wave in Suzanne's direction. Her one hand technique was possibly even more arousing than when she'd normally used two, because she used the five fingers technique Suzanne had taught her the day before. "Look at Suzanne. She's very independent. We've all heard the story by now about how you reduced Suzanne to her desperate crawl of insatiable fuck need. I'm very proud of you there, by the way. You've done the same to Xania without even a prolonged break-in time like you've had with Suzanne. Let's face it. No woman can resist you."

Susan's five fingers technique was working so well that she brought her other hand further down to fondle his balls.

Alan protested, "But the incest! She can never abide by that. Never!"

Suzanne ignored his words and nodded in agreement with Susan. "Sweetie, it's really true. You're unstoppable. How did things go today at school with Heather? I'll bet you put her in her place with a good, hard fuck." She still rubbed her tits against him and caressed his chest, but she was slightly slipping from the goal of stimulating him because her other hand had wandered over to Susan's chest. She absentmindedly pulled at one of Susan's nipples.

Alan couldn't help but confess, "Not exactly. She did come up to me in a busy school hallway in her cute red cheerleader outfit and I gave her a fingerbang and ass fondle for a couple of minutes between classes."

Susan practically swooned. "Oh God! Jesus Christ my Lord! Suzanne, do you see what I mean? Do you see what I MEAN?! How can I NOT submit myself to my son's all-powerful cock?!"

Suzanne was actually quite impressed, but once again felt obliged to play the role of the responsible one. She asked, "In the hallway? What about people seeing?"

"That was a problem," Alan admitted, "but six girls gathered 'round to create a human shield of sorts."

Susan shrieked, "NOOOO! Too hot!" She panted breathlessly, "Suzanne, help! Cock in hand, son dicking girls at school, tongue on my cunt, six new pussies for the harem, oh, it's too much!"

Suzanne was tired of her responsible role. "Damn, that is pretty fuckin' hot," she admitted as she started panting too. "You gonna bone these other girls?"

"Nah. I'd love to, but I'd rather be with the likes of you two. Seriously. And Mom, 'six new pussies for the harem' is way, way off, especially since I don't have a harem. I even turned one down later when she asked me for a date. And she was hot."

"Oh, that's so sweet," Suzanne said, genuinely moved. "Between your relentless dick and your loving heart, trust me, Glory will be putty in your hands."

"That's not true," Alan complained between licks of his mother's pussy. Protest and resistance was becoming increasingly difficult while practically having an orgy with these two nymphomaniacal women. "Glory's different. Unlike you, Suzanne, or Xania for that matter, she has old-fashioned values. She absolutely abhors incest. You should have seen her face. It broke my heart!"

Susan was having the time of her life going to town on her son's stiffness. Currently, she was performing what she called the "Gusty Windmill." She would lick down his pole in circular swipes, then stop and swirl her tongue around and around in the other direction. She would change directions and progress up and down in unpredictable ways, like a windmill that could pivot to follow the strongest winds.

But she felt that, as important as slathering her son's dick with attention and love was, lessening his worries about Glory was even more important. She stopped her licking and pointed out, "Look what you did to my old-fashioned values and my disgust of incest. Don't worry. Just shoot her with your sperm gun and her resistance will crumble. That's the best way to secure her love."

Alan sighed and stopped licking. "But it's different, I'm telling you! I've been lucky and had some very special cases, very special women, around me. But I don't have that effect on everyone. Look at Akami. I've given her the full treatment, and she's still not all wowed."

Susan answered again while reverting to a simple handjob. "That's because you only have lust with her, not love too. With Glory you have both. I tell you, it's a lock with her. Just show her how much you love her. Not only that, but Akami has small breasts, so my Big Tits Theory doesn't hold for her. You can see from her tits that God didn't put her on this planet merely for your pleasure. Glory, on the other hand, has decent ones, though I don't know if they cross the threshold. So the big tits effect could go either way with her."

"Mom! Your Big Tits Theory is absurd! Please don't mention it any more right now because it gets me too horny. And you two have to stop what you're doing RIGHT NOW or I'm about to cum!" He grimaced and just managed to stave off a big blow and Susan stopped her dancing fingers.

Susan and Suzanne sat back a bit and smiled at each other. Obviously their plan to get his mind off Glory had worked like a charm.

Alan was so horny that he could barely think at all, much less ruminate about something sorrowful. In fact, even without touching him, Susan and Suzanne were so arousing just from the sight of their mouthwatering bodies and the memory of the sexy outfits they'd had on that he had to close his eyes for a few minutes while he tried to make sure he didn't accidentally shoot off.

CHAPTER 8

Alan kept his eyes closed, which led to a prolonged silence.

Susan and Suzanne backed off a bit more and wondered what he was thinking about.

In fact, he wasn't thinking about much at all, except trying to visualize extremely unarousing things so his penis would calm down.

He eventually said, "Enough about my difficult day and my problems. What did you two do today?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted asking the question because he remembered that their answer wouldn't be anything like a typical suburban housewives' answer.

Susan replied, "Thanks for asking. We had a busy day. Of course we had our usual morning exercises and nude sunbathing. But somehow we got so involved with vibrators and busy fingers that my ass was completely worn out even before noon! But then we were so excited that we spent most of the rest of the day naked. Suzanne played the role of you, my favorite son, and repeatedly banged my pussy with three fingers! That got me so HOT, thinking about how your dick is gonna be like TWELVE fingers! But then turnabout was fair play and I played Amy and fucked her back just as good, sparing no holes at all! We did it everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, inside, and out back. Luckily we took a nap just before you got home, or we wouldn't even be able to stand!"

Alan should have told her to stop as his hard-on was not getting any rest after that. He thought, Do these two ever do any work? All they do is it around naked and play with dildos? Damn! I shouldn't think about that if I ever want to get my strategic break. I need to change the subject, and fast.

But curiosity got the best of him. He asked Suzanne, "Is that true? Did you really let Mom role-play as Amy?"

Suzanne, embarrassed by the admission, took her time coming up with an answer.

But before she was ready to speak, Susan burst back in with, "Oh! I almost forgot! I forgot to mention the news this morning that got us so excited and horny!"

With his eyes still closed, he said drolly, "What, the fact that the sun came up? Were you breathing? I noticed you tend to get horny pretty much whenever you're breathing."

She completely missed his humor. "Should I tell him or do you want to tell him, Suzanne?"

Alan heard Suzanne say, "You should tell him. It's really your news."

"Oh. Right. Well, Tiger, get this. Actually, it might depress you some or completely. I'll admit it made me a little bit sad. But it made me a whole lot happier than it made me sad. And it made Suzanne very happy. I'm sure it'll make you happy, at least mostly, but if you feel sad-"

"MoooOOOooom! Argh! Just tell me the news already!"

"Oh. Sorry. Well, Suzanne hired a private eye to investigate your father. Oops. I mean Ron. I hope it doesn't come as a surprise to you, but I've been thinking more and more about a divorce lately. How can I even kiss him again when I plan to be too busy fucking you instead? I hope the idea of a divorce doesn't upset you."

Alan opened his eyes at that. He could sense something big coming. "Mom, I'm not upset at all. I love it. So what did the investigator say already?"

Susan started pacing around the room as she grew agitated. She clutched at his big breasts, simply to stop them from bouncing around too much as she moved. "As you know, Ron's job takes him all over the world. But lately he's especially busy in Thailand. You probably know Thailand has a reputation as a place where, sexually, just about anything goes. That's why Suzanne first got suspicious and came up with the investigator idea. Well, it took some time for the investigator to hear back from his colleagues overseas, but today we got a call and there's no doubt about what we all knew already. Your father - sorry, I mean Ron - is definitely gay. Worse, he sleeps with boys. Thank God they're teenagers at least, but still. It's outrageous! I hope you're not too upset. I mean, he is, or maybe I should say he was, your father. He never tried to do anything with you, did he? Be honest. It's very important."

Alan was surprised at the news about teenaged boys, but not all that surprised. He felt his penis go flaccid as he thought about that. "No, he never did. You gave me so many warnings about molesters that I don't think I would have stayed quiet, and I think it would have showed in my personality somehow. No. However, I do remember him eyeing some of my friends kind of strangely. So this doesn't come to me as a shock at all. In fact, deep down, I guess I somehow always knew. I mean, how could he have one of the hottest and most lovable wives on the planet and not be fucking her every fifteen minutes? I knew there had to be some good reason."

Susan smiled. She walked up to his bedside and squeezed his hand. "Oh thank God! That's such a relief. You know what? It didn't surprise me that much either. And you have such a flattering tongue. I expect you to keep to that fifteen minutes promise from now on."

"Mom! It's not a promise. I was just saying..." He looked at her standing there in just her high heels, with Suzanne standing bare naked in heels as well a few feet away, and felt his dick start to rise again.

She giggled, and he found himself laughing along. "I know, Tiger. I'm just giving you a hard time. Now comes the good part. With this evidence I should be able to get an immediate and very favorable divorce. Suzanne thinks he'll hand over the house and just about everything, because he won't want this to become known to his family, especially his parents. We may never even have to see him again if we don't want to. It seems he's extremely happy there in Thailand. We want to get this thing completely settled in a matter of days, just in case he gets the sense to get an investigator to pry into us!"

Alan joked, "He's gonna have to get in line, then. I'm very busy prying into you."

"You are, and you will," Susan said cheerfully as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Over and over. You're especially going to be prying in that one special hole that'll make you a true motherfucker. I'm so-"

Suzanne coughed, loudly and intentionally.

Susan realized she was getting off track and got back on topic. "And with a good settlement, that means I'll be able to keep the house and continue to live the life I've been living for at least a few more years. I hope that means my days will be filled with son-fucking and son-sucking. Suzanne's so happy about the whole thing that today she hired the same investigator to look into Eric."

Suzanne realized with a start that she was standing with her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide, almost like she was some kind of soldier on parade, but a soldier in some kind of fantastical naked sex army.

She walked up to Alan and sat right next to where Susan was sitting. She clarified, "But I don't expect to find anything. I never got any weird vibes from him. Just the sense that he's come to only love one thing, and that's money. But let's not talk about that. Susan said that she's giving you a hard time, but I don't see you having a hard time at all." She nodded significantly at his lap.

"Oh! Right!" Susan was reminded of Alan's penis, which in fact was semi-flaccid at the moment. She pointed at it. "Suzanne, we need to do something about this."

Both Susan and Suzanne dove at his penis with their hands at the same time. Their hands crashed in mid-air, which caused everyone to laugh. But four hands ended up on his penis even before the laughter was over.

It grew turgid and long almost instantly, because Alan knew what great pleasures awaited him when the two women teamed up.

Susan asked, while her hands her struggling with Suzanne's for the best penis stroking real estate, "So isn't that good news? That's why Suzanne and I were fucking like bunnies all over the house."

Suzanne joked, "Not like we would have been doing that anyway. We probably would have played bridge or something." Then, seeing that Susan was doing most of the talking, she got down on the floor and swung Alan's legs off the side of the bed so she could get in between them for some cocksucking. But Susan's hands were vigorously flying up and down Alan's prick, making satisfying slurping sounds with every pass, and it was downright dangerous to get within range. So Suzanne worked on sucking his balls instead.

"That is good news," Alan agreed. "Really good news." He repeatedly winced at these new pleasures, but he was getting remarkably good at talking through very erotic acts, as was everyone in the house. "That takes one big load off my mind. Maybe this whole thing won't end in utter disaster after all. Though, given what happened today with Glory..." He suddenly frowned. The reminder of Glory threatened to drop him back into a pit of despair, and cause him to lose his erection too.

Susan saw that and felt his penis wilting in her hands. She immediately said something to steal back his attention. "Isn't it interesting that Suzanne had me role-play as Amy today? I find that very interesting. Don't you? Of course, it wasn't much of a stretch for me to play her, since her body is filling out so nicely lately. Have you seen how huge her tits have grown? And you should have seen the things Suzanne did to me when she pretended to be you. She kept my vagina constantly filled, but from now on I consider that your job. I guess it'll be up to you to satisfy Mommy down there."

"Yeah." Alan was having a much harder time talking now, because his erotic pleasure was out of this world.

Susan spoke while her fingers worked their magic, "Funnily enough, Suzanne and I were prepping for this very situation just a few hours ago. We were practicing on a life-like dildo, trying to figure out how to master the sharing thing. One thing we agreed on was to keep up a 'triple attack' whenever possible: hands or mouth on the penis, balls, and asshole at all times. That's just absolutely ESSENTIAL to proper cock maintenance; don't you agree, Suzanne?"

"Mmmm hmmm." Suzanne didn't say more since she had all of one of Alan's balls in her mouth.

The two mothers were implementing their "triple attack" plan right now. Susan concentrated on the penis with two hands, while Suzanne not only sucked on his balls, but also sawed at his asshole.

Alan was surprised at how much of a difference the ball sucking made. It was a testament to his growing stamina that he wasn't spewing his load already.

Still trying to divert Alan from Glory, Susan hastily added, "By the way, Tiger, you'll be glad to know your hiking pack is all packed, just the way you like it. That'll leave us more time to have fun."

"That's great, Mom, thanks a lot. I love both of you guys so much." He winced again, because one of Susan's hands was concentrating on the sensitive spot just below his penis head, and his PC muscle control could barely handle the reaction that caused in him.

Suzanne stopped her ball sucking to joke, "Susan, looks like we're not doing a good enough job here, because the poor boy still can't figure out if we're men or women." She liked to make fun of his occasional habit to call people "guys" regardless of gender. "I think we need to remind him that we have tits. And not just any tits, but his favorite kind."

Susan got out of the way and pushed Alan forward so his butt scooted closer to the edge of the bed. That allowed Suzanne to thrust out her weighty tits, cup them, and stick Alan's pole in between them. She made a swipe at Susan's pussy, and then wiped the pussy juices in her own cleavage so Alan could stroke her tits better.

Susan followed up, "Yes, Tiger, your favorite kind. E-cups. Don't you like E-cups, or would you prefer F's?" She was thinking about the possibility of her breasts growing larger if she started lactating.

"No, Mom, E's are perfect!"

Alan was being diplomatic and didn't realize Susan actually would have liked an F answer, but E worked just as well for the endlessly horny mother. "Oh goody! Tiger, maybe you should call us your cocksucking, titfucking, E-cupped, milky mommies." Even though Suzanne had taken control of Alan's penis, Susan's face hovered near by. She licked some drops of pre-cum off his bulbous penis head.

Suzanne chimed in, "Don't forget the pussy muscle flexing. He loves that, you'll see. And that reminds me. I think Susan would like it better if you called her 'Mommy' sometimes, Sweetie. Especially when she's naked. She'd really, really like you to use that word. A lot."

Susan blushed. Her face left no doubt that she emphatically agreed.

"Oh, really?" Alan asked, very turned on by that tidbit, and Susan's revealingly cute reaction. "Okay. I should have figured that out already. Sometimes I'm a bit thick. Thanks a lot for the tip, Suzanne."

Suzanne teased, "You are thick. And long, too. And I also like tips." Her fingers briefly danced up a stretch of dick not sandwiched by her boobs to help point out what she meant, then got busy at the very end of his dick. "And it's better if you call me Aunt Suzy more often, in the same situations," she said, now blushing a bit herself.

Alan liked that too. Interesting that Suzanne wants to be family, so we can make hot, incestuous love. That's not a bad idea, since she's basically family anyways. I'll have to think about that. "Wow, you two have me so hot! I can't believe how kind and loving you both are. I just ask for anything, and you're always there for me."

Susan chided him, "Now you know you should never ask me for anything, at least sexual. Just demand it! We're your personal nympho helpers, and we can't say no. I'm always ready to help, no matter how tired. If I'm asleep even, just wake me up. Tell us to drop to our knees. Order us about. Isn't that right, Suzanne?"

"Yeah. I don't mind saying that I'm your sexual helper. Nympho is a good word. So the same goes for your Auntie. I'm always happy to help you."

Alan noticed that her use of language was very different than Susan's, even if the end result of limitless help was still the same. "Nympho" was a rare term that everyone could agree on and like. Suzanne had her moments of weakness, but normally resisted terms like "slut," "sex slave," "fuck toy," and "harem girl."

Suzanne switched to a Southern drawl, "Wouldn't you like to explore my outfit? I know you like these here rags 'cos they're made 'specially fer cocksuckin'."

Alan laughed. "I'd love to explore your outfit, except that you're not wearing one. You're buck naked!"

Suzanne looked down and giggled, her huge naked breasts jiggling with every little laugh. She'd had a vague idea that she was at least wearing something. But then she remembered her feet, and pointed out in her normal voice with some indignation, "Now wait a minute. That's not true. I am wearing high heels."

Susan looked at her own feet and giggled. "I've got 'em on, too! Would you look at that? We even wear them in bed. That's how it should be for all of Alan's women. He doesn't want us barefoot and pregnant; he wants us high heeled, topless, and well fucked!"

Suzanne laughed. "I could think of worse fates."

Susan was momentarily diverted from her normal single-minded focus on pleasing Alan's penis. She squatted next to his bed and touched her high heels. She made sure to do it far enough from the edge of the bed that he'd get a full view of her body. "What do you think, Suzanne? How do you like these? They're new."

Susan had gotten to be quite a high heel connoisseur lately, since she often wore little to nothing else. Just looking at high heels tended to get her aroused, since she'd come to associate them with sex. She let out a sensuous "Mmmm" as she ran her hands over the leather.

"Fine, but let's discuss that when he's not around and return to the task at hand. Literally." Suzanne took advantage of Susan's distraction to take undisputed control over all of Alan's penis. Susan had been nibbling or stroking the head while Suzanne titfucked the rest, but now it was her turn to nipple on the tip as she continued her titfuck.

Susan was still squatting, lightly bouncing her whole body up and down as she caressed her heels. "How do you like 'em, Tiger?"

Alan answered in an increasingly ragged voice, "Mom, I don't know much about shoes; I just know you look super hot right now! God, you're so HOT!"

But even in mind-blowingly distracting times like that, Alan remained a suave diplomat. He looked at his shaft sliding through Suzanne's rack and said, "And you too, Aunt Suzy! Jesus!" The sweat was starting to drip down his forehead and his heart was racing.

Suzanne resumed her Southern drawl, and said to Alan while working the titfuck, "Hey there, partner, as far as outfits go, you just gotta use that imaginary-ation-omy, or whatever them city slickers call it. I ain't too good with them big words, seein's how it was hard to hear the teacher when there was always a cock in my mouth and them balls a-slappin' on my chin. They put me in the gifted class, which was for all the best cocksuckers. They gave us 'specially comfy fuckin' beds instead-a them normal chair thingies! But y'all gotta reckon that if I'd been wearin' a stitch of clothing, not that I really know what that's like, but supposin' that I was... Well, they did make me wear them handcuffs and ankle cuffs all the time, seein's how I's always thrashin' about from a good dickin' in the front of class..."

While Suzanne was talking, Susan got back on the bed to get back in the action. She lifted up his butt and plunged a finger up Alan's anus.

But that was too much stimulation for Alan and he suddenly cried out. "Aaaaah! Wait! Everybody stop!"

All hands and tongues suddenly froze.

Suzanne asked, "What is it, Sweetie? Is it that you want to rape your Aunt Suzy? I reckon she could use a good rapin'." She slid her tits up and down on either side of his dick just a little bit more.

"You two are just too arousing! I swear, I could go on like this forever! This is my idea of heaven, just lying in bed all day, having fun with the two of you. God, it's so good." He sat up, forcing Suzanne to pull back, and then fell backwards onto his pillow. He kept his eyes shut tight because he couldn't take any more visual stimulation.

CHAPTER 9

Alan just panted and recovered for some minutes. It took a long time for the urge to cum on the spot to pass. He thought, I'm sorry Glory, I really feel bad getting excited when I should be crying, but I'm helpless in the face of these perfect ten, naked nymphos. Beyond ten. They break the scale. Dammit, that just makes me feel even more guilty. I should be lusting after Glory, if I'm gonna be lusting.

Susan and Suzanne were still panting too.

He paid close attention to their breathing, because he found it arousing to hear just how worked up they'd both gotten. But as he listened closely, he heard their panting subside and then Susan whisper, "I have just the idea to really get his balls boiling!"

He couldn't hear Suzanne's response, but then Susan said, "You stay here and hold the fort, and I'll be right back."

Suzanne whispered back, "And can I hold the cock, too?"

There was muffled giggling, but then Susan said, "If he opens his eyes, then of course. But let him rest if he needs it, okay?"

Then there was nothing but silence for a good two minutes or more. He was very grateful to get a genuine strategic break. His dick even began to lose its stiffness.

He heard some more whispering and he knew that Susan was back in the room. He started to stir, letting them know he was about to open his eyes.

That set off more giggles and muffled whispers.

He finally opened his eye and looked up from where he'd been laying. He immediately closed his eyes again, because Susan was simply too arousing to look at. Damn! I should have known better than to look.

Susan heard him gasp but didn't know he'd closed his eyes again because her back was turn to him. She wanted to give him a view of her ass. She purred, "Master, do you like your harem mommy?"

"Gah!" He opened his eyes again because he couldn't resist looking. His mother was decked out in a colorful and expensive harem girl outfit. Her arms and hips and legs were covered, but her back and ass were bare.

"'Gah?'" Susan asked, suddenly worried.

Suzanne chuckled.

Alan looked her way, half-hoping to see her in a harem outfit too, but she was still as buck naked as ever. She was letting Susan bask in the spotlight of Alan's attention for a while.

Then she said, "Susan let me translate. 'Gah' means I'm so aroused that I'm unable to talk. Isn't that right, Sweetie?"

"Gah!" Alan said, more purposefully this time.

That cracked all three of them up.

Susan was relieved and very pleased to see her son's dick pointing straight up in the air. She turned to face him, revealing that her outfit completely failed to cover her tits or pussy. "Tiger, you like? I'm so glad! Angel was telling me earlier that you had a dream last night about being the master of a big harem. I think that's the greatest! How can your harem slave mommy serve you?"

Alan wanted to tell her that he didn't have a harem and especially that she wasn't a slave, but his heart wasn't in it. He saw pure joy in his mother's eyes and didn't want to disappoint her. So instead he tried to change the topic, at least for a little bit while his heart recovered from the sexual onslaught. "Mom, you're so awesome. I love you. But when do I have to go to Akami's? Isn't it around now?"

Susan answered, "You can go to her at any time. It's past four, and I told her that you needed to be flexible due to your trip. So you can show up any time between four and five."

"Jesus! It's past four already? There's so much to do before the van gets here, and it's coming in just a couple of hours! Let's go!" He attempted to rise.

But Susan put her hand on his chest, stopping him from getting all the way up.

He ended up sitting on the edge of his bed instead.

Susan brought a hand to his face and caressed it. "Now hold on a minute. We've been working so hard here. Don't you think we deserve a little reward? Or should I say, not so little reward? I noticed that your cum loads have been getting so bountiful lately. I'm so proud of you."

Alan laughed, and then looked down at his rampant erection. "By the way, Mom, I did pretty well on my three tests today. I also got my big twenty page paper turned in. These are the kind of things mothers are normally proud about."

Suzanne laughed, seeing his point. "That's good, Sweetie, but if you really want to make your mommy and your Aunt Suzy proud, we'd like to see six ounce cum loads."

"Six? That's impossible! What's the average? Isn't it two?"

Susan dropped to the floor right in front of her son, almost as if she was worshipping his dick.

Suzanne also dropped to the floor, since Alan was sitting on the edge of his bed. She held his erection and resumed stroking it, more as a gesture of love and admiration than an attempt to arouse. Her mouth was in close range, so she also lightly blew on it as well. "Sweetie, with you we don't expect the average with anything." She paused to puff air. "Six ounces may sound like a lot, but I think you've been getting close to four recently." She puffed some more. "You're already about double what I was used to when I slept around." She blew on it again. "In the past few days you've been especially potent. Don't you think, Susan?"

"Definitely! No, wait, I have a better answer. I don't know. Let's find out!"

Suzanne looked up from her spot on the floor right next to Susan. She winked at Alan and asked him, "And how exactly do we do that? It would be great to find another cum load, but where would we find such a thing?" She blew on exactly all the most arousing spots at the top of his penis, one after another.

Susan laughed, and then said to Suzanne, "I don't know, but if you keep your talking as breathy as that, I have a feeling we're going to find out soon!"

Suzanne thought, Okay, if she doesn't want me to breathe like that, then I'll just have to do this! Heh-heh-heh! She scooted forward and took most of Alan's rod in her mouth.

Sitting up on her heels with her chest thrust forward, Susan said, "Suck it, Aunt Suzy! Suck it! Alan, the master of our harem, he demands it!"

Suzanne thought, I don't know if I really like all this "master" and "harem" talk. On the other hand, I basically created this monster by encouraging Susan's wildest fantasies at every opportunity. I really should say something to at least rein her in a bit. But... later. Right now, this just feels so nice. Mmmm. Yum. And reining Susan in makes me think of having her on a leash. Hot! ... Mmmm. I should, too. That would be fun. ... Mmmm... I love slathering his cock with my long tongue. I could do this all day!

As Susan watched Suzanne's mass of curly reddish brown hair bobbing back and forth in Alan's lap, she said, "Son, let's hear some more about this dream of yours, and how we can make it a reality."

"Mom, we'd better not. This is going to be one of my most memorable sexual experiences, so let's not end it just yet. I'm having a blast, but I'm not quite ready to have a real blast, if you know what I mean."

Susan cooed, "Mmmm. I do! A cum shower. Hose down your naughty harem mommy and then give her a firm spanking and then a firm-"

"Wait, Mom! Please cool it for a minute, okay? No more harem references today, please. And Aunt Suzy, please! Not with the tongue tickling. I can't handle that! What if you guys just rub me really slow and gentle?"

Within seconds, Suzanne pulled her mouth off, but his wet dick was soon covered with four excited hands. All those hands began to stroke.

"Wait! Wait!" he cried. "That's no better than before. Fewer hands for now, please. All the way down to just one hand, in fact, if you can believe such a crazy thing. Meanwhile, I'll help you two."

He thought, Nuts! Absolutely freakin' nuts! Too many hands stroking my cock? Who'da ever thunk it?

The pace changed in response to his request. Suzanne resumed lightly blowing air onto his pole and fondling his balls when he could handle it. Susan rubbed her fingers just a fraction of an inch over his skin, causing him to tingle wherever she went. Sometimes she would graze it, but usually not.

Meanwhile, one of his hands focused on Suzanne's tits since he couldn't reach much more with her kneeling on the floor, and his other hand alternately focused on Susan's clit and her pussy. He was getting pretty good at finding her G-spot, and he worked it as much as possible.

After a while, Susan and Suzanne resumed their sexy bantering, although they avoided the harem topic for the moment. "You know, Aunt Suzy," Susan said to Suzanne, using that term in front of Alan for the first time, "it really is quite a big cock, isn't it?"

"It is, Mommy, it sure is!" she said back. She also wanted to make a point from now on to call Susan "Mommy" to encourage Alan to do the same.

Susan asked, "Do you think it would fit in me?"

"Where? In your ass or your pussy?"

"Well, I already know it would fit in my ass. Such a tight, tight fit! But it hurts so good! What I want to know though, is how it would feel in my pussy. My CUNT."

"Hmm," Suzanne replied, pretending to ponder that. "I think it would really stretch it out wide, at first. But then I think it would slide in just like butter. That's how it feels in my cunt, at any rate. It's such a tight fit, and yet so perfect, like it belongs there. I'm sure it'll feel the same for you."

"Yeah, but then what would happen, Aunt Suzy?" Susan asked breathlessly. She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide so Alan could rub her pussy more vigorously.

She and Suzanne were spontaneously staging this conversation for Alan's benefit, but also for themselves. This was a familiar pattern - it seemed like they were doing everything for Alan, but in reality they always ended up having as much fun as he did, if not more (if only because women can climax more often).

Alan generally kept his eyes closed and tried his damnedest not to cum.

Suzanne was so aroused that she couldn't merely breathe on his penis forever, and she'd switched to licking it from top to bottom, over and over. She'd put the extreme length of her tongue to good use and covered a remarkable amount of area. But now she had to practically stop licking him altogether so he could keep going. His penis was now covered with both of their saliva and a copious amount of pre-cum. He'd already expended more pre-cum then most men could actually cum.

Alan looked down at Suzanne and saw juices dripping off of his penis, drooling out of her mouth, and rolling down her neck. The three of them were all very sweaty and sticky. In fact, Susan had just taken off what there was of her harem outfit so she wouldn't ruin it.

Then Suzanne said, "Well, I think he would probably start sliding it in and out of you, Mommy. In and out. In and out. Mmmm. So good! Before long he'd be hammering you, just like a big hammer hammering a nail. Hammering his own mommy to the wall!"

"Wouldn't that hurt, Auntie?" Susan asked in mock ignorance.

"Oh, goodness no! No siree! He's been fucking me in the cunt a lot these past few days - though certainly not nearly enough - and it feels really, really good. It feels incredible! If I had any strength to stand and Alan didn't have to go to his appointment in a few minutes, I'd get up and bend over the table so he could pound my sexy body into submission, doggy style. In fact, maybe I will anyway. Aunt Suzy really needs it. She always needs it. ... But what about your pussy? He already fucks mine good. We should spread the wealth. Wouldn't it be better if he puts it in you and gives you the same treatment?"

"Oh no, Aunt Suzy! Don't suggest that! As great as that would feel, and as much as I would love him to fuck me in every room in the house, and out back, and in the pool, and in the car, and on the roof, ... and in his classroom... and on the front lawn... Oh wait. Where was I? Oh yeah. As much as I would love him to do that, that's totally against the rules! Mommy would be very hurt and sad if he did that, so we just have to play pretend, like we're doing right now. Plus I can take it in the ass, and the mouth, and everywhere else. That should hold us until we can make our first fuck a special occasion."

She paused, and then winking at Alan, added, "Monday's too far off. I'm thinking Sunday night, the instant you get home from your trip. Does that work for you, Tiger?"

Alan groaned. "Oh God!" he cried out. "Sunday?! I'm losing it!"

"Hold on, Tiger, hold on," Susan encouraged.

Alan somehow held on, clenching his PC muscle tightly, even though Suzanne now had both her hands and her tongue back on his tool. It helped greatly that one of her hands tightly squeezed the base of his dick, basically forcing him not to cum.

"But Mommy," Suzanne said, "if you won't let Alan fuck you, at least today, what about Katherine? Don't you think your son and daughter need to fuck each other like little bunny rabbits?"

"Hmm. Tough question. My first instinct is to say that Alan should fuck anybody's cunt he wants. And if he loves his sister, certainly he should show it by pounding her relentlessly with his hard fuck hammer. That's his brotherly duty, to keep his sister well fucked. If he's going to be a nasty motherfucker, he needs to be a sisterfucker too. But I don't know ... It would mean less fucking for me. ... Perhaps if you showed me what you mean, I could decide better. If you take three fingers and fuck me in the cunt, and the ass, and even the mouth, that might help me understand your question better. Especially if you could somehow fill all my holes at once, that probably how intense fucking my son must feel! And if you grind your cunt against mine, mash our boobs together, and go down on me, that might help me focus on an answer. In other words, pretty much all the stuff we did all day today! If we do that all weekend, then maybe I could have an answer for Katherine by the time he comes back."

Susan laughed at her answer and then licked her lips. "But what about Amy? If we're all so busy fucking him and each other, won't she be missing out?"

"Oh yeah. Amy." Suzanne still didn't know what to do about her own daughter's involvement in things. Avoiding sex with her daughter was getting harder and harder to do. In just the past few hours, her deeply buried, secret fantasy of having sex with Amy had suddenly become a lot more real, thanks to the role playing she'd done with Susan. When Suzanne wasn't busy using a dildo pretending to be Alan fucking his mother, Susan was busy saying "Gosh," "Wow," and "M'kay" as she pretended to be Amy licking her mother.

Susan pressed, "I think we need to teach Amy LOTS of things, don't you? She's way too inexperienced. If we teach her how to fuck really well, then and only then, maaaayyybe, could she be a worthy enough girlfriend for Alan. Any pretty girl has to be able to fuck really well to even know Alan, much less be his girlfriend! And they have to prove their fuck skills to him on a regular basis. There's a standardized test. It's an oral exam."

The two women giggled.

Suzanne joked, "I think I've noticed there's a strict minimum boob size, too."

They giggled again.

Susan continued, "I think we need to teach Amy how to fuck until she's too tired and sore to get out of bed. Then all she'll be able to do is lay there and get fucked some more. Maybe we can bring her some food and water from time to time. Or maybe she'll just survive off my Tiger's cum."

"That sounds very good," Suzanne said, as she pictured her daughter spread-eagled and tied up. "Actually, is that position open for me? And when I talk about open positions, I do mean that literally."

Everyone laughed.

CHAPTER 10

Alan was fairly amazed that he still hadn't cum, but somehow his penis kept going. For the moment, the two vixens were merely lightly stroking his penis. But they continued to talk as sexily as they could, as if they were seeing if they could get him to cum just from their words.

Suzanne continued, "I wish I could help with Amy's bed prison, I reaaaallly do, especially, Mommy, after you pretended to be Amy when you tongue-fucked me today. But I'll have to leave it up to you and Katherine since I'm not allowed to fuck my daughter. You'll just have to lick her sweet pussy without me. I would suggest though that when you keep her locked up, you only feed her Alan's cum. I'd like to know for myself if it's possible to exist solely on that for my diet. I think if she holds the prestigious title of Alan's official girlfriend, she has to be willing to be tied naked to his bed at all times and be fucked all day, don't you?"

Susan gushed while pinching her left nipple, "Oh, certainly, Aunt Suzy! I know I'm willing to hold that open position, as you put it. Open, wide open, puffy and drooling and ready to get rammed up into my womb! My son got me so HOT when he brought out the rope the other night, but then he used it on Xania of all people! Why doesn't he tie up his mommy and leave her with her legs spread wide and her asshole puckered open? Maybe there should always be one tied up, big-titted, naked hottie in every room of the house!"

Susan looked up at her listening son and winked at him. She'd been frigging herself for the past several minutes, but scooted up again and put her hands back on his hard-on.

Suzanne looked over at her, slightly annoyed, but nonetheless she conceded most of the vital upper penis territory to Susan. Then Suzanne caught Alan's eyes by licking her lips as she gazed at his face. She continued the conservation, "Oh, me too, Mommy! I like your every room on the house idea. But that means we're gonna need more big-titted mommies, 'cos there's so many rooms. I think all the sexy mothers in this neighborhood, at least those who pass the oral tit exam, should tie themselves to their beds naked and wait for Alan to come around and fuck them."

Susan replied, "Oooh! I got an even better idea! Tiger shouldn't even wait until he gets home for some prime fucking! Since Amy's his girlfriend, she should be bound naked in one of those wooden things, you know where your hands are trapped between two pieces of wood? What do they call that? Manacles?"

"No, not manacles, but I know what you mean," Suzanne replied as she fondled Alan's shaft.

"Yeah, well, whatever they're called, Amy should be in one of those, with her tits dangling straight down and her ass sticking high up in the air. Then, when my cutie Tiger comes home from school, he can do her right there, in the middle of the front lawn, with everyone watching!"

"OOOH!" Susan's eyes lit up. "Or even better! That could be ME! We should get one of those things!"

"Oh, I remember," Suzanne said. "They're called stocks."

"Stocks! Tiger, you need to do me in stocks! Take me deep! Bone your mommy in public so that everyone can see! Everyone can know!"

Alan realized their talk was getting really implausibly over the top, but the wilder their talk got, the more it turned him on. He mused, So many amazing things have been happening to me lately that I'm starting to think anything is possible. Hell, when two of the most beautiful women on the planet are fighting with her other to suck my cock, anything IS possible!

He had mostly been avoiding looking at what they were doing to him so he wouldn't get even more aroused. But he finally looked down to where they were sitting before him. He saw both women with their hands all over his penis and ass. Their cheeks were literally pressed against each other, as they took turns blowing on his penis tip while the other one spoke. Their mouths were only an inch or two from his cock tip most of the time.

Susan looked up and made eye contact with him again, then briefly flicked her tongue around the tip of his penis. She panted, "Good idea. But that's too many busty mommies! Especially since Tiger has to spend all his time fucking ME! And you, too, I guess," she said to Suzanne with a playful pout. "After all, I'm forced to admit that you are another cocksucking, titfucking, pussy muscle flexing, E-cupped, milky mommy." Susan playfully stuck a tongue out at her friend, and since Suzanne's face was so close she ended up licking it.

"Well, that is a problem," Suzanne teased, talking about the "surplus" of busty mothers. "But all the times Alan can't come around, they can get fucked by their own sons and daughters instead."

Susan's eyes went wide with delight. "Oh! GREAT idea! I know some sexy women who would like that very much. I'll make some calls."

Of course Susan was going to do no such thing, but would have liked to. Some erotic thoughts involving some of her friends briefly flashed through her head. It occurred to her that perhaps it wasn't such a wild fantasy after all to "spread the incest joy," because something like that appeared to be happening already with Brenda and her son Adrian.

She thought, I'll bet most mommies want to fuck their sons, if they really get in touch with their feelings. Look at me and Brenda. We should definitely start with her. I can't wait until I get to see her fuck her own natural born son with my own eyes! Wouldn't it be fun to turn some other mommies onto the joys of mother fucking? Maybe they would be so eternally grateful for our help in breaking that taboo that they'd become our sex slaves, just like Brenda. Of course I can't just do it with some calls, but in time maybe I can start an incest club!

The only problem is that there aren't enough beautiful, big-titted women in this neighborhood, and that's even in a rich neighborhood full of young trophy wives. I'm sure we could find a few, though. I still like Tiger's idea made in jest to start some kind of neighborhood son fucking club. And I suppose even merely good looking women without breasts like ours shouldn't miss out on the joys of fucking their own children. I should try to help as many mothers as I can!

She frowned. Of course, if the mommy is really hot, then she needs to get fucked by Tiger! He should get to cull the best from the herd, then the rest can fuck their sons. Oooh! A herd! A sex cow herd of big-titted mommies!

She imagined a line of naked women looking somewhat like her, all of them on all fours, with cow bells around their necks and cow tails held into place by butt plugs. The image inspired her so much that she redoubled her efforts on her son's dick. No longer pacing herself, she plunged her mouth down on it over and over, while her hands slid over and squeezed whatever her lips wasn't reaching.

That was simply too pleasurable. Alan couldn't take her expert ministrations any more. He shot off into his mother's mouth while grunting and groaning incoherently.

That miffed Suzanne a bit, but she hoped that meant she could get the next load.

Alan fell back onto the bed yet again and relaxed. He could barely imagine ever feeling so good. It wasn't just that Susan and Suzanne knew how to arouse him so well; they also were so infectiously happy, enthusiastic, and loving that he couldn't help but feel the same and want to return the love. He again thought of Glory, but he could hardly feel sorrowful at the moment. Life just felt too good.

He sat up after a minute or so and spoke. "Wow, that orgasm was crazy great. The way you two talk dirty, it's totally out of control! I have no idea what's real and what's fantasy, and I don't care. It's all so good. That's gonna keep me hard all weekend, and beyond."

Susan spoke. "I think I've noticed! You're permanently hard. That was some undefeatable boner you had there! It's getting to be the point where you'll be able to fuck twenty four hours a day."

Suzanne asked teasingly, "But if he's fucking twenty four hours a day, then how can the poor, cum-filled boy ever get any sleep, with some pretty woman always bouncing up and down on him? Imagine the line outside his bedroom - a long line of sexy women waiting to have their turn."

"Would you two stop, please!" He had no doubt they could have him hard again in minutes if they put their minds to it.

Susan pouted, "But it's sooo much fun! We talk like this most mornings while you're away at school, but it's so much better with you actually listening in."

"I really have to go. Mom, do you mind if I borrow Father's car?" He immediately amended, "I mean Ron's car. Your idiotic, gay, and soon-to-be ex-husband's car."

Susan answered, "Call it your car, Son. You're the man of the house now, now that you've tamed us all with your big, thick cock." She went to her purse and gave him the keys.

Alan staggered to the door. He felt overwhelmed. "My God! This is out of control! I've never felt so aroused in all my life, the way you two carry on. Are you serious about the car?"

"Of course, Tiger. Forget Ron. He's gone. Out of the picture for good. I don't know about you, but I won't even miss him. I want to put aside my old life like some kind of bad nightmare, minus the few good bits, like raising you and Katherine. Calling you the man of the house isn't just an expression any more, it's a fact. Now, don't dawdle."

Suzanne added, "That's right. I'm sure Akami is getting all wet and juicy waiting for you. She's probably sitting up on one of those examination chairs with her legs splayed out, rubbing her little kitty right now and thinking about you." She raised her arms over her naked body, just to wow him with a sexy pose. Then she flopped out on the bed, because all the sex had tired her out.

"That's right," Susan agreed as she rested next to her best friend. "But don't drill her TOO long. And don't give her too many sperm samples." She chided him, sounding very motherly, "If you're very late, you won't have time for dinner before the scouts come pick you up. All this teasing and sucking and stroking is exhausting so I'm gonna take a nap in the meantime. That way, I'll have some strength so we can play some more when you get back. Speaking for myself, I know I'd like a good buttfuck or titfuck to tide me over for the weekend, and I imagine Suzanne wouldn't mind a good ol' pussy fuck. So that's even more reason not to be a minute late!"

"Okay." He looked at his two insanely voluptuous women sprawled out on the bed, resting, and his eyes bugged out. They lay across the top of the sheets with their asses pointed in his direction.

Holy Toledo, they're so amazing. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Maybe there's some truth to their claims to me being so good at sex, but I swear that it's all practice. Any guy locked in a room for a few days with these two would turn into an incredible fucker before they opened the door to let him out. Actually, they'd probably find him fucked to death.

This really puts the whole thing with Glory into perspective. No matter what happens to her, I still have others who love me deeply. I just can't go wrong no matter what I do, with these two and Sis and Amy standing behind me. Wow. I am so mind-bogglingly, jaw-droppingly lucky. And it never would have happened without Dr. Fredrickson, Akami, and their awesome six times a day energy treatment plan. Speaking of which, I really have to go. So much to do, and so little time. Or should I say, so many people to do, and so little time, heh-heh! HA! Greatness!

He tossed the car keys up, snatched them out of the air victoriously, took a look at the clock reading four fifteen, and made to rush to the door.

After he'd been gone a minute, Suzanne and Susan both tentatively opened their eyes. "Is he gone?" Susan asked. "For sure?"

Suzanne wore a devilish smile. "Hmm. Yeah. I can just make out the sound of the car starting."

"Goody! Quick! Get the breast pump! I want to be bursting with milk before Tiger returns from his scouting trip! He's going to suckle his Mommy!"

Suzanne was excited to do just that, but then she felt a twinge of responsibility. "Okay, but don't you think we should chill out a bit? I mean, we can't just think 'cock, cock, cock' all day long."

"Why not? It's not like we have jobs. Heck, if I fall behind with things around the house, I'll just hire a sexy maid and have her join our sex games too. Besides, Tiger's gonna be gone all weekend on the hiking trip. We can chill out then."

Suzanne thought about that and then said, "Good point." She tried to remember what she used to do with all her time before the six times a day scheme began. Looking back, it was mostly just useless busy work. She sashayed her sexy ass out of the room as she went to get the pump.

CHAPTER 11

Alan's euphoric mood began to change on the drive over to Dr. Fredrickson's office. With Susan and Suzanne out of his sight, his thoughts began to drift back to Glory and all the troubles there. Not only did that make him feel bad, but his great time with the "E-cup duo" made him feel guilty that he had somehow ignored Glory's feelings, and that made him feel even worse. He felt as if he'd cheated on her.

He couldn't really get excited for Akami's visit, either. There was something in the last visit that gave him a bad vibe, and that vibe returned from the very moment he saw Akami.

She greeted him in the waiting room and seemed friendly enough on the outside, but there was a strange underlying feeling. It was almost like she didn't want to see him, as if she wanted to whisper, "Go away!"

When he got into the waiting room, that feeling only increased. He noticed she seemed nervous and unhappy. He had a vague intuition that something was wrong but he didn't have any clue what it really was.

In truth, she was on edge because of Dr. Fredrickson's continuing secret monitoring of all of Alan's visits. The doctor still had the same sound and video equipment broadcasting everything that happened in the waiting room directly onto a monitor in his office where he now sat.

But unbeknownst to Akami, the doctor had installed some extra equipment this time. He wasn't happy merely to keep his promise to Akami to watch the event as it happened and leave no permanent recording that could implicate them all. This time, he'd hooked up a video recorder in his office to capture the live feed coming in and save it as a personal keepsake.

His main goal in this recording was his unsatisfied lust for Susan. So far he'd been frustrated in his hopes that she'd show up with Alan for another visit, but he wanted to be ready to record it if it happened. The sight of Alan and Akami fucking was good for a satisfying wank in the office, but really no big deal since Akami was still his mistress and he could fuck her any time he wanted. The thrill of secret, voyeuristic watching and breaking the law (and all his medical ethics in the process) did give it all a big extra illicit thrill, but he didn't necessarily have any plans for the recording he was making. He figured that at the very least it might serve as good blackmail material in case he ever needed something against Akami or Alan.

Akami had grown increasingly despondent about her role in condoning all of this, let alone taking part in it all. Dr. Fredrickson however, as her boss, lover, and co-conspirator in the six times a day scheme, had her backed into a corner. So she'd agreed to the videotaping (not knowing that it was being recorded too). But lately she'd been having difficulty sleeping at night, and her respect and desire for him continued to erode on a daily basis.

She'd tried calling Alan several times during the week to discuss her fears, and meet him outside the office to talk about it, but she'd repeatedly dialed the Plummer phone number only to hang up before the first ring. Then, later in the week she'd gained the courage to wait for someone to answer, but she'd only gotten the answering machine.

Susan was so absorbed with her sex life that she could hardly be bothered to answer the phone any more unless she knew it was Brenda, and she usually knew the hours when Brenda would call (almost always between noon and three, after Susan's morning exercises and nude "sun tanning" and before Adrian returned to Brenda's house and Alan and Katherine to Susan's). She and Brenda would get each other worked up while she would usually detail her sexual adventures that morning. Susan had heard a couple of Akami's messages, but they sounded bland so she forgot to call back or tell Alan about them until it was too late to call back.

Akami had assumed that she'd been able to cancel the meeting, but now that it was here and Alan was in the room, she didn't know what do to. She'd grown to hate the idea of Dr. Fredrickson masturbating over her having sex with Alan. But Alan's similarly strange mood puzzled her, so she asked him, "You seem down. I've never seen you like this. What's up?"

He let out a great sigh. He'd been a big on sighs in the last few hours, ever since his talk with Glory. "Ah, it's romantic woes. You know my sex partners as well as anyone. Well, the thing I have with my history teacher isn't just a sexual thing. I really love her. But she found out about my incestuous activities and broke up with me. I've never been dumped by anyone before, and it really hurts. I'm sorry."

She replied, "Oh, that's unfortunate. I'm sorry too. This teacher doesn't know what she's missing. I think you're a great guy and not just a great lover. But you can't feel that bad, can you? She's not even your official girlfriend. Who's that? The girl next door, Amy, right? You have so many loves. I'm sure they'll soon make you forget all about her."

"I know. I got home and everyone cheered me up, but then as soon as I leave the house again I'm all bummed. I know it's almost insane for me to complain, but I can't help the feelings in my heart. I think I feel the same amount of pain if she was the only woman I'd ever known. Or nearly as much, anyways. You see, she was my first true love, long before your whole treatment thing started. I was totally moony for her for two years. I guess I still am."

"Sorry. I'm really sorry. But we'll just have to press on today. I have some bad news, too. I'm not feeling well at all. I think I ate something that doesn't agree with me. I don't think I can get in a very erotic mood." That was her cover story so as to not to do anything Dr. Fredrickson would want to see. She hoped to leave her boss frustrated with his penis hanging limp. They'd had an argument earlier that left her particularly pissed off. She'd tried to convince him to end his voyeuristic watching, and he'd tried to force her to ask Alan questions about Susan and get him to make sure she'd come to the next appointment. It ended in a standoff.

Alan sighed again. "Eh. That's probably for the best. I don't think I could get it up, anyways." That wasn't exactly true, but he doubted he could have fun with Akami and then more fun back at home.

So Akami went about her medical duties. Even though she knew the original diagnosis was a sham, she had a tradition to maintain that involved her taking certain measurements whenever he came in, so she went through the motions. She took his blood pressure and so forth while both of them acted glum and didn't talk much.

Then she got to the last measurement, which was getting a semen sample. As the mood was more distant and clinical, she put on gloves and said, "We've got one last thing to do. You know what it is. Do you want to go through with it?"

Alan looked at her gloves and said, "It's all right. Whatever. But do you really have to use the gloves? You hardly did that last time."

"Sorry. No, I don't." So they sat silently while she fished his penis out of his pants.

Not surprisingly given the atmosphere, he wasn't aroused. He said, "Sorry about that too. It's not you, but I think about Glory and... Oops. You probably don't know that name. That's my history teacher, the one who dumped me."

Akami felt pity. She said, "I wish I could take your mind off of that. Here. How about if I take my clothes off?" Despite her acute awareness of Dr. Fredrickson, she stood and stripped before Alan. She leaned back on the unused examination chair and struck a sexy pose. She gave Alan a pouty look, which matched her mood better than outright smiling.

He watched her intently and thought, I've been overlooking Akami lately compared to all my giant, buxom Amazon women back home, but she's really got a great body. She could easily be a centerfold, especially with the way she's posing there.

But his penis wasn't moved. "Sorry, Akami. This isn't your fault, either. The more I have a chance to think, the more bummed I get. My mom thinks that Glory will want to get back with me if I can talk to her, but I really don't think so. ... Oh. Sorry. I really shouldn't be going off like this with you standing there naked and trying to help and everything. I'm really, really sorry."

Akami actually felt a bit relieved, since she couldn't get her mind of her boss in the other room. She went to Alan, still completely naked, and sat at his side. She tenderly placed her hand on his thigh and said, "Don't worry about it. We can skip the semen sample this time. Why don't you get one at home when you have a chance and then drop it by, or have someone drop it by? We obviously can't force it right now. I can run the tests on that sample. And here's a prescription if you have any further problems with getting an erection. Knowing you, I don't think it'll be a problem, but it never can hurt to have something as a stand by. It's an all natural herbal remedy. I know some people who swear by it."

He mumbled "Sorry" again. But he thought to himself, This Glory thing is really bumming me out, because I'm not even close to hard. It's not that Mom and Suzanne are that much more physically arousing. True, her body is kind of slim and isn't that curvy, but she has a mouthwateringly sultry and sexy face. And I'm not jaded; I'm not even close to jaded. Akami's just as fuckable as ever. I think it's the fact that they kept up a constant banter which kept me from concentrating on the break up, but Akami is far too silent. I have too much of a chance to think.

He picked up the note without reading it and then said his good-byes. On the way out, she said, "I really recommend that you pick up that medicine on your way home. You'll be really glad you did. It may come in handy sooner than you think."

He thought that somewhat strange, but figured she knew best and stopped by a pharmacy on the way home.

It wasn't until he got inside the pharmacy that he took a close look at the note. It wasn't a prescription at all. Instead, it read, "Alan, There's something very wrong in this office, but I can't speak about it here. Please give me a call on my cell phone immediately. Whatever you do, DON'T COME BACK until you get to call me first!" Then there was a phone number and her name.

Alan felt a chill run down his spine. Fuuuuucck. What now? First I get beat up at school, then Glory finds out about the incest and dumps me, and now some kind of intrigue at Akami's office? What next? What could it be? I knew there was some kind of bad vibe there. I should trust my instincts more. Dang!

There was a public phone just outside the pharmacy, so he went there and called the number. "Hi. Akami? It's Alan."

She was tremendously relieved. "Alan! Thank goodness you called. I'm on my cell phone in the car on my way home, so we can talk freely. Listen. I don't know how to say this, but I've really done you wrong. I've made a devil's bargain, and caught you up in it. I felt too ashamed to say or do anything about it and just ignored the whole thing for a while and pretended it didn't exist, but it's really eating away at me and I have to say something. ... But it's so tough. I'm so sorry."

"Please say! What is it? I won't blame you as long as you're completely honest and just tell me what it is!"

"How do I put this? It has to do with Dr. Fredrickson. He has a thing for your mother, Susan. He wants to see her in the nude, and even have sex with her. I mean, she is quite an extraordinary woman, you have to admit. I can hardly blame his lust, but his methods, well... You know how she came into the office the first couple of times you came in?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he's been hoping to get her back in ever since. He was figuring that she was so freewheeling, having sex with you and everything, that it would be no problem for him to have sex with her. When she came in for her check up on Monday he tried to get me to introduce him into the picture, but as soon as I mentioned another man she was very resolute and said a firm no, don't get any man near me. Then she practically fled. She's really dedicated to you."

Alan breathed a huge sigh of relief at that. Despite his sleeping with so many women, he couldn't imagine his mother sleeping with another man. He couldn't even stand the thought of her sleeping with the man who was still her husband. He saw the hypocrisy in that, but he couldn't help his feelings. He'd already grown accustomed to her complete sexual devotion to him. "Is that it? I'll bet there's more to this. Isn't there?"

"Err... Yes. He's been hoping to watch her have sex, if he couldn't do it with her himself. He's been secretly watching and listening to all the Plummer visits that take place in the examination room from within his private office down the hall."

"What?! But that's totally unethical! How can he do that? I've never heard of such a thing!"

"I know, I know. And I shouldn't have allowed it, but he blackmailed me. It's a long story. I made one condition though, and maybe it'll be our saving grace - I said he could watch events live, but he couldn't have the equipment to record anything for posterity. So hopefully there's nothing incriminating. You'll just have to stop coming into the office and maybe this can come to an end. From now on I could do the exams at your house. Call it outpatient therapy."

"So wait. You mean I was being recorded today? That's scary! How long has this been going on?"

Akami said incorrectly, not knowing the doctor was tricking her, "You weren't being recorded, actually, I've made sure of that. But he was watching from the other room through a monitor. But take heart that nothing much really happened between you and me that would have interested him. I couldn't get in the mood, knowing he was watching. It was worse last time, when Susan came in and she and I got pretty hot and heavy. I'm sure he really got off on that one."

"Oh, man! Fuck. How long has this been happening?"

"He started with your third appointment."

"My third appointment?! Fuck! He must have recorded all kinds of things!"

"No. Remember that he doesn't have the ability to record."

"Are you sure? Men are pretty slimy. I should know, I'm one. I constantly have to battle my darker urges, and unfortunately, recently, they've usually been winning. If he's gone that far, why would he stop there? Have you really checked out the equipment lately? I mean, fuck! From today's appointment alone he could have gotten all kinds of really damning blackmail material. You're naked and trying to jack me off, I'm talking about sex with my mother, not to mention my relationship with my teacher - fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"I'm really sorry, Alan. I'm so sorry. It's just that, basically, I'm his mistress, and he's married, but he and I... Oh, it's a long story. And there's the fact that he and I are really co-conspirators on your whole medical treatment. What we've done with you is so unorthodox that we both could be thrown in jail."

"So wait. Is my diagnosis not valid?" He had a very frightening sinking feeling.

"No! I didn't say that. But I got a little too, what shall I say? Enthusiastic. No nurse should be jacking off and fucking her patients, no matter what the diagnosis. So he really has me there." Although she knew the six times a day treatment was a sham, she'd sworn to Suzanne never to tell him, and she wanted to keep to that. Plus, telling would have destroyed his remaining trust in her and probably ended their biweekly meetings.

"Oh." Alan was relieved to hear his diagnosis wasn't a sham. His whole world would have been thrown upside down had that been revealed to be the lie that it really was. In his current state, with all his other problems, that would have been the last thing he wanted to hear.

"Like I said, Alan, I'm so very sorry about all this. This is really all my fault. I should have never gone along. I don't know what I saw in him, but he..."

He cut in, "Akami, I said it was all right. Really! I mean, sure the whole thing pisses me off, but you told me now, hopefully before any serious damage, and that's the main thing. And when I say that I'm pissed off, of course I mean at him, not you. God. Scary. What if he had a private appointment with Mom and took advantage of her?"

"That's what he's been talking about. Just today, in fact. We had an argument not long before you arrived, and he said either I talk you into bringing her along on your next appointment, or he would, quote, 'take matters into his own hands,' unquote. I don't know what that means, but I assume it's something like a private meeting or something. I'd already been leaving messages on your machine to end this charade, but that really made it urgent."

"Well... Yeah! Fucking hell! Thanks. God, Akami. Wow. Well, he sure isn't going to get away with anything now. I'm going to go home and sort this all out. Can I call you later?"

"Sure. You can call me about this anytime. I really do quite like you and I feel so bad for betraying your trust. Please don't think too badly about me, okay? It was my very enthusiasm for you that gave him the sexual material to blackmail me and force me to take part in this."

"Akami, don't even think about that. What's done is done. But you're going to help me get him, right? Together we can take him down!" He punched his first in the air with enthusiasm, which caused a few curious looks from people walking past.

There was a pause. "I'll help. But take him down? I don't know. If he gets arrested or something then I'll lose my job just like that, and I'll be out on the street looking for employment somewhere. I'm deeply in debt and still paying off my student loans, amongst other things. So can we talk about what that would mean? Maybe there's some kind of way to end this and get revenge without destroying his entire practice in the process. I wouldn't be the only one to lose my job, either. There's the receptionist and another nurse for starters. It's complicated."

"Okay. I forgot about that kind of stuff. Damn. Double damn. What a huge fucking... damn. But a man like that shouldn't be practicing medicine! ... But on the other hand... Argh. This is tough. Well, thanks for calling, anyways. I really appreciate that. Let me talk this over with the rest of my family and think about it. Then I'll call you."

With fire in his belly and anger in his heart, he drove back home as fast as he could to break the news there.




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