Spacer X Stories: Part 43

The appointment with Akami went much quicker than Alan expected, so when he got home he found Susan and Suzanne both napping on Susan's master bed.

He woke them up, and lost all the time he'd saved in the short visit with Akami with a prolonged discussion about Dr. Fredrickson's scheming and what to do about it.

Not surprisingly, the two women remained naked, making it difficult for Alan to carry on seriously talking.

Suzanne in particular was incorrigible. She commented that it wasn't fair how Alan had fucked Susan's ass so well recently, yet left hers alone. After that, she seemed to spend a good portion of her thoughts thinking of new ways to present her backside to him.

Even though she was facing away, she made sure that Alan still had a side view of her as she repeatedly shook her tits, causing them to jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O.

It was too much for him, and naturally his penis stayed constantly erect even though he didn't want it to be that way. He thought, I'm with two of the sexiest women I've ever seen or ever am going to see, and one of them is my mom! They're naked and love me and want me to fuck their pussies all day long. Now, I know none of that is new knowledge to me, but damn! It's just so incredible. I don't think I'll ever get over it.

Eventually he had to order them to dress and move off of Susan's bed. They were literally too arousing for him to handle.

Feeling a bit abashed, Suzanne said, "I know Susan and I get a little overenthusiastic sometimes. But all you have to do is say stop and we will." However, even as she said this, she turned dressing into a reverse sexy strip tease.

Both she and Susan put on very light and loose sun dresses and nothing else.

Alan thought, Hell, they might as well wrap some toilet paper around themselves a couple of times. That would give them more cover than these totally transparent outfits. Damn. In a way it's worse they're wearing something because now they're gonna be constantly flashing me. Here comes another boner. I know I shouldn't and my little guy needs a rest, but I love it!

"Sweetie, what are you thinking about so heavily?" Suzanne leaned forward, giving Alan a perfect shot so far down her dress that he could see her bush.

"Yeah, Tiger, what's on your mind?" Susan was less subtle, she not only bent forward too, she used a hand to make sure one of her tits popped free though the gaping hole in the middle of her dress.

Alan groaned with frustration and arousal. "Back to the problem at hand, ladies."

"What about the problem in hand?" Susan nodded at his boner.

"Or not in hand, tragically enough." Suzanne stared at his pole and licked her lips.

"Come on you two, focus."

At that, the two mothers calmed down and more or less focused. Amy and Katherine were still cheerleading at the football game or they would have been included in the discussions. But the three of them decided to come up with a plan on their own.

The three of them eventually concluded the best thing to do was to set a trap for the doctor. They could arrange another appointment and then have one or more people bust into the office where Dr. Fredrickson was watching (and wanking). This time they'd have a camcorder of their own, to beat him at his own game. It seemed the obvious thing to do, but there was much to plan and discuss and they couldn't do it without Akami. So they tried to put it out of their minds and just enjoy the last couple of hours Alan had before he had to leave.

But Alan was feeling very agitated. Either the Glory or Dr. Fredrickson situation would have been enough to work him up and worry him to distraction, but the combination of both on the same day, plus worries about the probably uncontrollable Heather, bullying at school, and insecurities about his upcoming fuck with Susan left him nearly shaking with tension. Having to leave for a hiking trip in a matter of hours was bothering him too. He felt as if his world was crumbling down around him. He always had a sense that his sex life was far too good to be true, and that it wouldn't last. Now he had the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.

He paced back and forth relentlessly. He was so worked up that Suzanne made him a rum and Coke and had him drink it down. Then she made him another, and had him drink that too. That helped mellow him out a bit, but he was still depressed and antsy.

They talked while Susan cooked dinner. When Katherine and Amy returned from their cheerleading for the football game, everyone sat down and ate, and kept talking (Suzanne and Amy left the male Pestridges at home to fend for themselves, so they could see Alan off). All the females dressed relatively conservatively at Alan's request, although Susan merely kept her revealing sun dress on. With the two teen girls back in the picture, much had to be explained and discussed all over again, so the conversation didn't make much progress.

But the more time went on, the more relaxed Alan got. He again remembered the results of the investigation into Ron, and that made him feel a lot better; perhaps things weren't falling apart after all. He also recalled what Susan had said afterwards, that she would get an immediate divorce and give him his father's car. He was particularly struck by her comment, "You're the man of the house now, now that you've tamed us all with your big, thick cock."

He pondered, Is that really true? Have I somehow tamed them? Lately they've been acting so... well, subservient. I thought it was just a game and sexy talk, except for Mom. But even Suzanne is acting differently these days. She hasn't done a complete 180 like Mom, but she's... well... different. What does it mean? How will our relationships be defined? ... Yet they seem to be acting so normally now, not counting the way Mom keeps bending forward to show off her cleavage. But on the other hand, all I have to do is snap my fingers and I know any of them will be fighting over who gets to suck my cock next. It's like that's what they're living for now. And they say so many women refuse to even give blowjobs. Weird.

Things were so serious that nothing really sexual happened aside from the extensive rounds of welcome home greetings when Amy and Katherine came back, but those kisses were more friendly than sexual.

But as time went on, the mood gradually lightened. All the women seemed so completely convinced that everything would work out just fine with Glory and the Dr. Fredrickson situations that Alan felt a bit sheepish to protest otherwise. Their optimism was infectious.

Suzanne in particular insisted that Glory would get back with him; she claimed to understand Glory thoroughly, even though the two women had never really met before.

The conversation switched to cheerleading for the football game that Amy and Katherine had taken part in earlier in the day. Katherine said, "Janice and Joy both went without panties. Just the painted on kind."

"What?" Susan didn't know what that meant.

So Katherine explained in some detail about the painted on panties "tradition" and Alan's role in it all slowly came out. This had never been properly explained to Susan since it was so tied up with the first times Alan had fucked his sister, and they had tried to keep that a secret until recently.

Susan got particularly excited and exclaimed, "Wait a minute. Angel, I knew a lot of that already, but I never really put it all together. Kim, Janice, Joy, Heather, Amy, and you - he's fucking the whole cheerleading squad! And he's not just fucking them, with this panties thing he's controlling them! People talk about pussy-whipped, but he's got the whole squad cock-whipped. Tiger, I'm so PROUD of you!"

Boing! Alan thought as his dick immediately grew hard in his pants.

Amy spoke up. "It is pretty cool. Like today, at halftime when Heather wasn't around, the rest of us were all talking about this new rumor that Alan had totally, well, cock-whipped Heather in the halls earlier. Everyone was so impressed! It makes me totally proud that he's my official boyfriend." She paused, and then purred right at Alan while fluttering her eyebrows, "You can cock-whip me any time."

Susan added, "Oh! Me too! Just imagine: your fat thing slapping my face like an angry hand! Or my tits!" She leaned forward in her sun dress, showing off endless cleavage and two very white dangling orbs. It looked like she was suddenly having trouble not ripping the dress off altogether.

Katherine asked, "Are those rumors about Heather true, Bro?"

Alan could feel his ego growing with every new comment. He tried to sound modest as he replied, "Well, I don't know the rumors exactly, but probably. How did that get out, anyways?"

"What did you do?" Katherine prodded. She looked over at Susan and slapped her mother's hand as she saw her starting to take her top off. She was trying to give her brother a much needed break.

He replied, "Heather tried to wow me and tempt me so I'd turn to mush and she'd get the upper hand. But I fingered her pussy and ass so good that she was the one turned to mush."

Alan had explained this encounter to Susan and Suzanne a couple of hours earlier. But Susan got hot as an oven hearing about it again. She said proudly, "Oh Tiger, you're such a BIG boy now! You've not only tamed all of us at home with your big cock, you've tamed the whole cheerleading squad - the best looking girls in school! I should have known. Oh my God! I can't WAIT until you fuck me! I know you're trying to relax and all, but can't I stroke you a little bit? Pleeeasse?"

Pleased as punch with himself, Alan said, "Sure. Knock yourself out."

Susan stuck her tongue out at Katherine as if she was saying, "Nyah! Nyah! See, I told you so." Then she yanked her top off. She dropped to her knees between her son's legs and fished his stiff dick out of his zipper. She had it between her lips the second it reached open air.

"That's not all, Mom," Katherine continued. She had to speak up a little bit to be heard over the new and extra loud slurping sounds. "You should see how he treats them. They're all lusting after him, big time. He's so commanding and impressive! Especially to Heather. In fact, when Heather wasn't around, us cheerleaders were trading rumors. Big Drag Racer Brother, is it really true that you call her 'cum dump'? And she lets you live?"

Suzanne made a sort of half-strangled snickering noise that she tried to cover up.

Susan by contrast groaned lustily when she heard the words "cum dump." She was inspired to try once more to deep throat him again, but quickly gave up the effort when her gag reflex rebelled against her.

"Yeah," he confessed. Between the flattering talk and the way his mother was stroking his pole, he was forgetting to be modest. "She'll pretty much do anything I say so long as I promise to fuck her in the ass. And she actually loves all the trash talk."

Katherine was getting excited too; her effort to be somewhat restrained for his benefit was flying out the door. "That's what the others all say! I never get to see it myself due to the sister thing, but they say she loves it up the ass. It's wild. This haughty, arrogant bitch totally melts, and the more crazy stuff he calls her, the more she loves it!"

Susan thought she would faint with excitement at the thought of her son saying and doing such things to her. She was forced to resort to mere licking for a few seconds as she said, breathlessly, "Angel, stop, please! That's just too exciting." She swallowed the penis head for duration of a couple of sucks and then continued, "I can't say I blame Heather in the least for being cock-whipped. Oh, Tiger! Whip me with your cock!"

She looked at her son with a gaze so intensely smoldering that he nearly yelped in surprise. She already was stroking and licking his dick through his open zipper, but that wasn't good enough for her. She suddenly unbuttoned his pants, lifted his ass up, and yanked his pants down. "God, help me, but I need this!"

She dropped her mouth over his dick and stuffed all of his penis head into her gaping maw.

The others didn't even blink an eye at that. In fact, everyone was a bit surprised that Alan had managed to make it through all of dinner and then some with his pants on.

"Wait a minute, Mom." He pulled his dick out of her mouth. At first she seemed completely crushed by that, but he had a plan in mind. Her face was deep in his crotch as her lips lingered less than an inch from the tip of his dick and her tongue reaching even closer than that. So it was very easy for him to simply grasp his shaft with one hand and start "whipping" her cheeks with it.

Susan's eyes lit up like a bright neon sign as she realized what he was doing. Her look could only be described as feral and animalistic. "Tiiiiger! Oh BOY! It's like a whole new way of taming!"

She loved the way he was slapping one cheek and then the other with his dick, while sometimes hitting her nose as it crossed back and forth across her face. What he was doing "hurt" her only about as much as slapping her cheeks with a pen, but it was the idea that she absolutely loved. But he was only able to make a few dick slaps on either side because having his stiffness that close to her mouth was simply too tempting. Soon she was happily sucking away on it again.

Suzanne was not immune to the rising tide of lust in the room, but she was curious about the practicalities of what the girls were saying. She asked them, "How do you all do it right in the middle of school so often and never get caught?"

Katherine replied, "I know. Isn't that weird? The thea- Hey Mom, can you tone down the slurping sounds? I can barely hear myself over all the cocksucking."

"Sthorry," Susan mumbled as her nose nearly reached her son's pubic hair. She was getting very talented at breathing through her nose, so she hardly ever had to pause.

Katherine continued, "The theater room is essential, especially since the stinky bathroom is, well, stinky. Heather has the only key to the theater room aside from maybe the janitor, but no one else ever goes there."

Alan fished into his pocket, as his pants were still in reach, and he pulled out the theater key. He flashed it about proudly as he said, "Correction. Alan has the only key!"

Amy and Katherine hooted, "Woo hoo!" and clapped.

Susan was disturbed to see his pants still covering the lower half of his legs and took them all the way off. Impressively, she managed to do that without ever pausing her slathering tongue. Not only was her tongue busy, but she was bobbing with long strokes, taking in about two-thirds of his dick with each down stroke.

Amy gave him a toothy grin. "You know what that means? You can take me in there at any time and totally do me! I can hardly wait for you to rip my clothes off and shove your big log up my butt!"

Alan was amused at the contrast between her slutty words and her angelic innocence as she sat at the table smiling at him. Suzanne had put some classical music on a while back, which made the contrast that much more jarring. He pointed out, "Aims, I can't exactly rip your clothes off at school."

"Who said anything about waiting until school?" she teased and wiggled her butt in her chair.

That got a lot of big laughs.

Suzanne asked him, "Am I right in assuming that this means you've wrested control from Heather as to who can get fucked at school and when?"

"Yep!" he beamed.

Susan was nibbling on his penis head, but stopped to let out a "Woo hoo!" She switched over to a titfuck so she could talk at greater length. "You guys, you have NO IDEA how incredibly joyous I am right now! Hearing about Tiger fucking the whole cheerleading squad while his big cock tickles my tonsils... OH! And the cock whipping! I could just DIE of pure JOY! My son is in CHARGE and there's nothing we big-titted babes can do but SUBMIT!"

Alan looked around at the others. Even though Susan was just stating the obvious in terms she loved to use every day, he noticed their chests were nevertheless heaving more than before. It was a breathtaking sight.

Susan looked down into her chest and tried to lick his penis head as it came near her mouth, but she couldn't really do that and talk. "Suzanne, are you thinking what I'm thinking? I have a sudden desire to stop by that high school more often. Especially that theater room. Wouldn't it be great if we were kids again? I get so excited picturing myself on the cheerleading squad, especially since it's now Tiger's personal pussy squad. The only panties I'd ever wear would be the painted on kind, if even that. Then Tiger could just flip up my short red skirt and slip inside me at any time!"

A thought suddenly occurred to her as she licked at his tip with more success. She was providing all the motion in the titfuck by moving her breasts up and down so she could lick him at the same time. "Hey Tiger, you remember that Tuesday Heather came over here to study with you?"

"Yeah?" He looked down at his dick sliding through her cleavage. It looked as good as it felt. He was getting close to blowing a load but was having too much fun to stop.

"Tell me the truth. Were you fucking her in your room?"

"Yeah." He was a bit abashed, but proud too.

"I should have figured! Tiger, you're a fucking stud! It makes me tremble, knowing that you can conquer any woman at any time. I'm literally trembling with excitement! When anyone asks me why my own son fucks me at will, I'll just point out that he fucks the elite of the elite at his school, the prettiest and sexiest. He fucks the entire cheerleading squad and then some!"

"Um, Mom, no one's actually asked you that, right? By the way, I think I need a strategic break."

She stopped her titfuck, but she kept his dick trapped in her chest and since she was heaving with excitement, the break wasn't really much of a rest for his dick. "Don't worry, Son, I may not stand a chance of outsmarting you and your big cock, but I'm not stupid. I mean talking to someone in the know, like Brenda or Akami. You know how Brenda and I love to talk about this kind of stuff. Tell me, have you finished taming even Heather with your big fat cock?"

Alan thought about his meeting with Heather the day before, with the intense anal sex and strange bursts of tenderness. Then he thought about her haughty attitude today. "I'm working on it. But not really. I don't think she's completely tamable."

"Nonsense. You're just being modest. No woman can resist, once you've given her a few strokes of your sweet fuck stick. Promise me you'll bring her over once you've completely tamed her, okay?" She was so worked up by the talking that her hands started to slide her breasts up and down over her son's dick even though she was trying hard not to move them. She just couldn't contain herself.

"I don't necessarily want to be with her, but I'd like to see her big tits swing as you make her crawl from room to room. I wanna see you tie her up and spank her HARD while she begs for mercy! And then I want to see how you fuck her in the ASS!" All the time she talked, her tits rhythmically rose and fell on each side of his erection.

Katherine could see that her mother was close to climax, and that her brother was about to blow. Since she was sitting next to Susan, she tweaked and twisted her mother's nipples.

That pushed Susan over the top. She squealed. "Oh! Oooooh! Angel!" She was so excited that she fell back from Alan, her breasts pulling away from the titfuck. She dropped her hands down to her crotch and shrieked even louder as she lifted her dress and diddled her clit.

CHAPTER 2

Alan was relieved, since he figured that now he could get a real strategic break. He sat back and recovered his breath.

While Susan sat on the floor recovering, Suzanne said, "Susan, you've been a bit of a cock hog today, I hate to say. That's enough for you for a while. Would someone else like to take over?"

Amy acted fastest. Her hand shot up in the air like a student eager to ask a question. "Ooooh! Me! Me, me, me, me, me!"

Alan laughed. So much for a break! He said, "Okay, Aims. But take it real slow and easy please. Mom was getting real carried away there and I'm already on the verge of blowing."

"M'kay!" She made to stand up.

"Wait. Give me a couple of minutes first. I really need that strategic break."

"Don't worry, I'll be totally mellow. You'll hardly even notice your thingy is sliding around in my cleavage. Just you wait and see." Somewhat surprisingly, she was still fully dressed, as was everyone else, except for Susan lacking her top and Alan lacking his pants. The group was still more or less in dinner mode. But she hopped up and stripped all her clothes off in a flash. There was a cup of melted butter still on the table, and she poured that down her cleavage with a naughty wink in Alan's direction.

Then she sat between Alan's legs right where Susan had been and immediately resumed the titfuck Susan had been doing. She did keep her promise and go quite slowly. But just the sight on her naked and on her knees while staring lovingly up into his eyes, not to mention the melted butter dripping down and soaking into her skin, was nearly enough to push him over the edge.

Katherine wished she could be in Amy's spot, but this time she had no one to blame but herself. She'd been spacing out, thinking about some events with Heather earlier in the day, and missed the call for a volunteer. Sitting next to Alan at the table, she had a great view of Amy's boobs alternately sliding up and down on either side of her brother's dick, over and over. She could have reached out to lend a hand just as she did to spur Susan's climax, but for now she was content to watch.

She said, "You know, Bro, I keep thinking about Heather. I'm just so blown away at the change that's come over her lately. The whole squad is talking about it, though not to her face, of course. The most interesting thing I was still going to mention is that Heather also did the painted on panties thing for the game today. Not only did she do it, but she was, like, waaaaay into it. You know how we wear our cheerleader outfits all day?"

"Yeah?" Alan was getting really excited hearing about this and wanted Katherine to hurry with her explanation. He didn't mentally register that Amy was picking up the pace of the titfuck in response to his growing eagerness, but his butter-covered hard-on certainly appreciated it.

His sister said, "Well, I thought that she had worn only black painted-on panties all day, just like Janice and Joy. But then when cheerleader practice starts, she bends over and we find out that she wasn't even painted! She went total commando and unpainted, like, all day long!"

Alan immediately though back to his hallway encounter with Heather. Holy shit! That means that she didn't even have a painted pretense of panties when I was feeling her up! Now that I think about it, I don't remember the feel of paint, but for some reason I wasn't thinking. Simone and those other girls standing around totally must have seen everything as my finger plunged into her asshole! No wonder they were so wide-eyed. They were gawking at her tanned bare ass, hanging out right in the middle of the hallway! Jeeee-sus. Is Heather totally reckless or what? That was almost crazier than the parking lot incident. Man, I really need to get away from her before she gets me in big trouble.

But Katherine was already talking some more, so Alan stopped his thoughts and listened.

"Heather was acting strange the whole day, especially lunch and after. We have this kind of cheerleader camaraderie on game days, even with Heather, since its our job to wear our uniforms and raise team spirit. But she was all dreamy eyed and seemed more keen on raising erections, if you know what I mean. She was out of control! She kept telling us other cheerleaders to grope her whenever we could, and of course we did, within reason. Like, I'd have my hands on her shoulders in a friendly half-hug gesture, and she whispered to me, 'The ass. Do my ass!' She wasn't even that bitchy, 'cos she was so blissed out."

Alan was distracted with Amy's titfuck, even if she was still going relatively slowly. But he was listening enough to ask his sister, "So, did you do it?"

"What?"

"Grope her ass."

"Of course. How could we resist an ass like that? But not in public. We were popping off to bathrooms every chance we could get. But that wasn't good enough for her! It seemed the more publicly and blatantly we groped her, the more she loved it. She really wanted it in the hallways with everyone walking around. It was like she WANTED to get caught! She kept mumbling something about a 'naked Heather day,' whatever that was."

That sent a bolt of excitement through Alan, knowing that Heather was taking his fantasies so seriously and was so eager to act them out. He realized she probably did want to get caught on some level, since that was part of his fantasy. That helped explain her reckless behavior with him in the hallway.

Katherine continued, "We were all a bit scared, 'cos with Heather you'll never know if she'll turn on you, plus the danger of getting caught. Kim and Amy were the boldest. I swear, Amy, if it weren't for me holding you back, you'd just shuck off all your clothes and throw yourself into a lesbian cheerleader orgy right in the middle of the school!"

Amy giggled. "Oopsies. But it's fun." Now that she had the floor, she asked Alan about the on-going titfuck. "Boyfriend, how am I doing?"

"Great. Perfect." He looked around the room. Susan was still sitting on the floor and recovering from her orgasm. She was topless and leaning against a wall just a short distance behind Amy. Suzanne and Katherine, by contrast, were sitting at the table with him fully dressed. Then of course there was Amy, naked and sitting on her heels between his legs with a big smile on her face and a dick sliding through her cleavage. He felt like he was caught halfway between a Norman Rockwell painting and a porn shoot.

He was physically situated right between the two worlds as well. From a view across the table, he appeared to be fully dressed and just having a normal chat with Katherine and Suzanne. But a below the table angle on his side of the room showed that his pants were off, his dick was sloshing in between sweaty and buttery tits, and his topless mother was watching from a few feet away with a great big smile on her face.

Katherine continued her story. "Things were pretty chill until lunch. All us girls on the squad had a certain amount of restraint. But then Simone shows up and whisks a bunch of us off to the stinky bathroom. She's as reckless as Heather is! I felt obliged to stand guard at the door, 'cos SOMEone had to be responsible. They were totally fucking standing up, and had it not been in the stinky bathroom they would have stripped and done it on the floor, I'm sure."

Alan asked, "Hey, how come you're the responsible one with Heather, but never with me?"

She smiled. "That's 'cos I'm your fuck toy. Fucks toys don't hold back and they don't say no."

Alan rolled his eyes at that. Then he asked, "So wait. She did get painted before the game started, didn't she? She's not THAT crazy."

"She IS that crazy, but she did get painted, I'll admit. I was just getting to that. After cheerleading practice started and she bent over, like I was saying before, she announced that she needed some painting help. Ever since you gave up your painting duties, Kim has become our resident painter, so the two of them went off for a while and the rest of us pretty much stood around gossiping. There's not much reason to practice on game day, since we already know the routines by heart. When Heather came back, she was, like, in la-la land. First she and Kim did a lot of eating each other out before any painting actually happened. Of course, they did it on purpose just on the other side of the room so we could totally see and get hot and bothered by it."

Alan looked over at his mother. She was hefting her big tits up and pinching her nipples. She realized he was staring her way and winked at him.

Katherine went on, "Then, when she actually deigned to lead us in reviewing our routines, it seems she was mostly looking for excuses to complain so she could put her hands all over our asses. Especially the other two panty-less ones, and Janice in particular. She said she wanted to check to make sure the paint jobs were done right, but it seemed like all she wanted to check was how deep her fingers could probe inside their pussies."

"Hey, it was fun," Amy said. Alan was holding her tits together now so she could diddle herself.

"I'm not denying that," Katherine replied. "But the whole thing pretty much devolved from there. I mean, we have our routines down cold, and everyone on the squad is bi to some degree except for Joy, so why not have some kinky fun? Joy's a good sport about it. You shoulda been there. Clothes started coming off and then Heather brought out a box of dildos and it was all over. I think Janice and Heather fucked each other a good half of the remaining practice period."

Even Suzanne was subtly fingering herself now as she mentally pictured an all out cheerleader orgy.

Katherine continued while also starting to give herself a fingerbang, "It's so ironic because they still hate each other's guts, but that just seemed to make both of them more aroused. You should have seen the way they were viciously insulting each other while sawing away in the others' hole. Heather really gets off on that. Janice was yelling 'Take it, bitch!' while ramming the dildo in and out, and hot damn, Heather was taking it! I dunno, Bro, maybe it reminds her of how you treat her."

Amy added, "It totally rocked! Kim's such a good pussy licker. Alan, you should stop with that silly tennis stuff and join the squad somehow."

Katherine chimed in, "Yeah! Normally Heather is a pretty stern taskmaster and actually rides us pretty hard. I don't know why she was acting all different today. But with you there, she'd melt and then YOU could ride us all pretty hard." She giggled.

Alan was increasingly convinced that the main reason she was acting strange was his "Naked Heather Friday" sex talk. He'd had no idea it would effect her so strongly. Worse, he didn't know how to undo what he'd done with that.

Susan had been slowly reviving, mostly thanks to her self breast exploration, and was fingering herself too. One could hardly hear the classical music playing in the background for all the squishy noises throughout the room. She finally spoke up. "Tiger, did you hear that? It sounds to me like you've tamed the whole cheerleading squad, including Heather! I'm so PROUD of you! They're the cream of the crop!"

Katherine joked, "Cream of the crop, or cream on his cock? But Brother, you do effectively own the team, and Simone too. You could snap your fingers and any of 'em will come running. If only it weren't for the incest thing between you and me that we have to keep secret, you could take us all on at once!"

Susan said, "I don't know a football from a hole in the ground, but Suzanne I think we need to go to more games and cheer these two cheerleaders on more often!"

Suzanne was in a fairly quiet and subdued mood. She alone still had all her clothes on even as she frigged herself underneath her dress. But she nodded. "I have to admit I love the whole painted panties idea. I'd like to see that in action."

Katherine said, "You could do more than just watch. Kim and I were the bread of a fuck sandwich and Heather was the yummy stuff in the middle. If you were a cheerleader, that could be you. Or you, Mom."

Susan turned her head up, startled. "Me? With Heather? I don't know." She frowned, but her chest started heaving more than before.

Katherine noticed her physical reaction and tauntingly teased, "Mom, do you have a thing for Heather? I think you do."

Susan looked a bit embarrassed. But she spread her legs wider and fingered her pussy with more vigor. "No! ... Well, maybe just a little. She does have a gorgeous face and those big firm teen hooters, even though everyone knows they're just silicone. And she seems so... strong. And in control. But I'll only really be turned on if I get to see her tamed by my son's cock. Tiger, I wanna watch you fuck your way deep into her stuck up ass! That would get me so hot!"

Katherine rolled her eyes in pretend aggravation at everything making her mother "so hot" all the time, but the same ideas turned her on too. She continued, "Moving on, I don't even want to know what happened to Heather and Kim in the supply shed during half time, but I can guess. I swear, Heather was on fire all day! Seriously in heat, and it kind of got to all of us, too." Her fingers were really pumping in and out now. "Her pussy got quite wet before Kim's paint job properly dried, so her paint job was patchy and she was showing all kinds of things during the game. Of course that just excited the rest of us all the more! She flashed the rest of us cheerleaders more than the crowd, because she liked it that we knew."

Suzanne said, "I still don't understand how you all have so much sex in school and don't get caught."

Amy smiled and said, "Even I know the answer to that. Three words: location, location, location. The theater room rocks!"

Now that Susan was starting to get seriously horny again, she didn't want to miss out on the action. Everyone was so aroused and busy playing with themselves or with Alan that it was clear the conversation was over. But she didn't want to be a "cock hog" and elbow in on Amy, either. So she turned her attention to her daughter.

She stood in front of Katherine on one knee to get to the right height, and soon her daughter was suckling at her breast. Cleverly, she stood within arm's reach of Alan as well, and a couple of minutes later he joined in, pulling her and Katherine close so he could suckle on her other breast while Amy continued her titfuck.

Only Suzanne was out of the action. Again, she felt the need to be the responsible one and didn't want to overwhelm Alan when the others were acting unusually needy and pushy, since everyone was aware that Alan was going to be gone all weekend. But she was also being strategic, saving up her energy and her turn for when things soon got really wild. She figured she wasn't gonna let him leave on his hiking trip without fucking her first.

Almost nothing could have made Susan happier than having the mouths of her two children on her nipples. She wanted to cry out: "My children are going to milk me! My titties are going to squirt real milk! Come here and get your daily milk delivery!" But she knew that to say those kinds of things would ruin her big lactation surprise, so she just moaned loudly instead. She knew that every moment her nipples were being sucked would bring the moment of her lactation that much closer, and that excited her even more.

She came again and again.

CHAPTER 3

Christine couldn't believe what she was doing. She'd gone to the school football game, but after the game was over a long and lonely weekend loomed ahead. She was thinking about Alan a lot lately, but she knew that he was going on a hiking trip and so there wasn't any chance to see him. She sorely regretted that she wouldn't be able to go on another date with him over the weekend, even if it had to be a non-romantic "practice" date. He had told her they would have to wait until the next weekend at the earliest for their next date, due to his hiking trip, but right now that seemed like years away.

She knew that she would spend the weekend doing her two usual pastimes, studying and martial arts practice. At least the martial arts allowed her to burn off her frustrations. But in addition there was something else she'd hardly done before that had become a new obsession: masturbating.

So that's what brought her to this place, to a sex shop named "Stephanie's." She'd rubbed herself practically raw masturbating since her last date with Alan and had finally broken down and decided it was time to buy a dildo or two to help out. She'd picked this shop because it was a ways away, and she figured that would reduce the chance of running into other people she might know (little did she realize, but she was hardly the only person who used that exact reasoning).

Christine walked in the store wearing dark sunglasses. She was a girl used to being always on the moral high ground and confident in what she was doing. But now she felt very nervous, like she was committing a crime. She walked into the inner part of the store where the sex aids were sold. She noticed just one employee sitting behind the cash register.

The employee said in a friendly tone, "Welcome to Stephanie's. Is there anything I can help you with today?"

"No thanks. I'm just looking around."

The employee's name was Ginger. Christine had no way of knowing it, but Ginger had gotten involved in some sex games with Suzanne, Xania, and other women who knew Alan. However, as of yet Ginger didn't know who Alan was. Like Alan, Ginger also had a voracious sexual appetite and she had a stable of lovers even larger than Alan's. However, Ginger knew how to judge her customers. Although she was tremendously impressed with Christine's looks, she could tell from her dark glasses and her nervous and skittish behavior that she needed to be left alone or she'd probably bolt from the store altogether. Ginger figured the odds of successfully seducing her were next to nothing, especially since Ginger's well-honed "gaydar" didn't detect even the slightest twinge of bisexuality in her. So Christine was left to shop in peace.

Christine snuck into the dildo and vibrator section like a guilty thief. She had no idea what she wanted, she just wanted to get something fast and get back in her car. But she couldn't just grab any dildo like it was a can of corn; at the very least she needed to figure out what size she wanted. Looking at the wide range of choices, it quickly became obvious that picking a size wasn't her only problem, there was also shape, texture, materials and colors to choose from in an almost dizzying variety Since her hymen was still intact, she decided on a small bullet type vibrator. Without looking at price or details, she grabbed the one of the bullet models and headed for the counter.

She heard a voice behind her say, "Interesting choice."

Christine twirled around and saw Simone standing there. She was so surprised to see someone she knew that she panicked. Her hands instinctively flew to her face as if to cover it, causing her to drop the bullet vibrator to the floor in her nervousness. She fumbled about, uncertain what to do with her hands.

Simone, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. She was enjoying this. She too had gone to the football game and was looking to make some discreet purchases afterwards. When she saw Christine entering the store just as she arrived herself, she'd made sure to wait and sneak up to her for maximum impact and amusement (at least for herself).

She bent down and picked up the dropped vibrator and handed it back to her. "Hi, Christine. Funny meeting you here." She added with joking sarcasm, "Boy, I don't know how I ever recognized you with those sunglasses on." Her eyes flicked briefly down towards Christine's inimitable bustline before returning upwards to see two rosy spots blooming on pristine white cheeks.

Christine's heart was still in her throat and she held the vibrator like she'd just been handed a still smoking murder weapon. There was panic in her face but she was a fast thinker. She lied, "Yeah, funny. Speaking of funny, I'm just buying a dildo as a gag gift for a birthday party."

Simone, though, wasn't buying it. "Sure you are. So your birthday is coming up, then? Congrats." She laughed merrily. "I'll have to ask around to learn your birth date."

"It's not what you think!" But her overly loud and nervous voice made it clear it was exactly what Simone thought.

Simone laughed. "I'm sure it's not. You just thought you're buying a vibrating paperweight." She laughed some more. "Come on, girl. Don't treat me like a fool. And relax. I COULD tell everyone that our school's paragon of virtue, the Ice Queen herself, is buying a little pocket rocket. But I'm not gonna do that."

Christine was slowly realizing the potentially disastrous impact this chance encounter could have on her reputation. "You're not?" Her eyes narrowed. "What is it, then? You're gonna blackmail me to keep quiet?"

Simone laughed again. "You're giving me some good ideas. But no, I'm not gonna do that, either. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

The idea of Heather's best friend not giving her grief over this was simply too much for Christine to accept at face value. "It is? But why? I mean, I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I have trouble believing that. Your Heather's right hand man, er, woman. And everyone knows there's no love lost between Heather and me."

"That's true," Simone conceded. "And I do mind the way you and your little band of Goody Goodies are always sticking your noses in everybody else's business and privacy be damned. But the fact is, I'm my own woman. I'm not just some flunky of Heather's, even though we're best friends."

"You're not?"

"No. I think I flunked flunky class. Call me a flunky fluke. Or a flaky flunky." She giggled. "Heck, I'm a funky flaky fluke-y flunky who flunked." She laughed at her own word play. "Don't mind me; I've always been a weirdo. The point is, I have my own mind."

Christine visibly relaxed, and Simone's silliness helped calm her. "God! Oh, thank God! I hope I can believe you'll keep a secret because you have me over a barrel. I can't believe how ashamed I am to be seen like this."

"Christine, that's one reason I'm not going to say anything, because you need to be encouraged about this stuff, not shamed. I'm guessing your parents are far too strict and really messed with your head when it comes to sex. There's nothing to be ashamed about with buying a dildo or two. Nearly all women masturbate these days, and it's a natural and healthy thing. It's just that everyone pretends only men do." She rolled her eyes as she added in a joking and mocking tone, "After all, we all know that only men have sexual urges. We women, we're far too dainty and busy knitting sweaters."

Christine blushed at the mere mention of masturbation. "Still, this is too embarrassing. I wish you wouldn't use that word."

"'Sweaters?'" Simone laughed.

Christine was still too mortified to be amused. "No, that other word. The 'M' word. That's just not something people talk about, you know? I feel so weak, so ashamed, that I'm giving in to my base needs."

Simone shook her head sympathetically. "Damn, girl. Someone really did fuck with your head when you were younger. Don't be ashamed. Sex is a part of life and a part of you. If you don't embrace it, it'll eat you alive. Keeping it all bottled up inside is not good at all. So I'm glad to see you're finally coming around on that at least a little bit. I'll be glad to help you shop."

Simone started to turn her attention towards the store shelves, but suddenly she turned back to Christine, looked at her dark sunglasses, and smirked. "What are you, a CIA agent or something? First let's take these glasses off," she said as she reached out and did just that. "Where's the overcoat, you leave that in the car?"

Christine was slightly offended at Simone's forwardness, but kept her mouth shut. She realized she could really use Simone's help and that Simone wasn't laughing at her but just trying to lighten the mood.

Seeing Christine wasn't going to respond to that, Simone asked, "What finally woke up your sleeping libido? Wait, don't tell me. Let me guess: you have Alan fever."

Christine blushed even more. "No I don't! We're just friends."

Simone chuckled. "Girl, don't ever try to become an actress. As the saying goes, thou doth protesteth too much. Don't worry, it's cool. I won't tell anyone about that, either. Not like it's that big of a secret in the first place. Everyone knows that these days you're always asking about him and who he's been seen with. And the other day I couldn't help but notice how you were intently eavesdropping when Amy was talking to Donna and me and some others about Alan."

Christine was going to deny that, but realized Simone would see right through that little ploy as well. Feeling calmer, she asked, "Simone, why are you being so nice to me?"

"Hey, I'm a nice person. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Well... yeah! No offense, but you're Heather's best friend and she's like the Hitler of our high school."

Simone pretended great indignation and joked, "I guess that makes me, what? Goering? No, I hope I'm not that fat. Himmler, maybe? Hmm. Those are the only Nazis I know by name." She mockingly made a Nazi salute. "Heil Heather! Boy, I sure hope Heather buys my story that I'm Nordic just like you, except that I've been REALLY working on my suntan."

Christine still wasn't amused despite Simone's infectious jovial mood. "Very funny. Though you shouldn't joke about stuff like that. What do you see in her anyway?"

"Who? Hitler Morgan?"

Christine couldn't help but finally grin at that. "No. Close, though. Heather Morgan."

Simone turned serious to answer the question. "Hmm. It's a long story. You gotta remember that she and I have been friends since, well, pretty much forever. Since we were in diapers, practically. She treats me completely differently than just about everyone else so I look at her differently too. I kinda feel it's my responsibility to smooth her rough edges and limit the damage she causes. Plus, her bitchiness is a constant source of entertainment and amusement to me. You have to admit that Heather is nothing if not interesting. I really can't imagine life without her. It would be so boring. And frankly, there are a lot of advantages being closely tied to her."

"Yeah, I suppose..." Christine didn't feel frightened by Simone anymore, but she felt awkward to still be holding the vibrator she intended to buy.

Simone's eyes also drifted down to the package in Christine's hands. She suggested, "Here, let me help you out. Don't limit yourself to a little thing like that. Why not buy a variety? Since you've got Alan fever, why don't you buy something, well, a little more Alan-esque?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and giggled.

Then Simone turned and walked a few steps down the aisle until she came to a dildo that was about eight inches long and a little thicker than an average real penis. She picked it up and attempted to hand it over.

To Christine's eyes, it looked freakishly huge. Thanks to her hymen, putting the tips of three fingers into her pussy was pushing the envelope. She couldn't imagine how such a big thing could fit inside of her.

"Here," Simone said confidently. "This looks about right. For all the many nights when the real McCoy is busy with all his other babes. The problem is that Alan fever is contagious. I think I've caught a little bit of it myself, as a matter of fact. Symptoms definitely include increased lubrication you-know-where and a hardening of the nipples." She laughed.

Christine's face was already red, but now she broke into a deep blush that spread down to her chest. "Um, Alan and I haven't actually... Well, er, my hymen is still, uh... He hasn't even really kissed me!"

"OooooOOOOooooh! Say no more! You are still a virgin then." She considered making a joke about that, but then thought better of it. She was also fairly staggered that a woman with Christine's incredible body could still be a virgin, but wisely avoided making any comment about that too. Instead, she just asked, "Okay, we'd better not buy that one. And what's this about Alan not even kissing you? What's wrong with that kid? You look completely edible to me."

Christine painfully admitted, "He says he just wants to be friends. We're hanging out some, but in a strictly platonic way."

"So then what's with the dildo purchase then?"

Christine really wanted to crawl in a hole and die now. "Simone, you're making this so painful! It's a long story. The bottom line is I'm a lonely virgin and that's not going to change any time soon, okay? What more do you want from me, blood? Haven't you shamed me enough already?!" She flashed an angry look.

"Whoa! Back off, girl. I'm just trying to help. I swear, all your secrets are safe with me. To be honest, everyone at school assumes you're still a virgin so there's no big secret there. I don't wanna razz you about that at all. To be honest, I kinda respect you for it. It's just that I got the mistaken impression from what you said earlier that Alan had recently, er, fixed that situation. My bad. In any case, let's see what we have here." Simone turned her attention back to the dildos on display.

She pulled one off the shelf. "Here. This is a vibrating egg. You can have a lot of fun with that and not worry about your hymen breaking. When you put that on your clit, whoa! Fireworks." She winked. "Trust me." She handed the egg to Christine and went looking for an egg that had multiple settings. Then she stopped and turned back because Christine was standing there just staring at the egg.

Simone tried to make light of Christine's discomfort. "I can assure you, that's NOT a cleverly disguised bomb."

Christine snapped out of it and looked up. "Sorry. It's just that I'm so out of my element in a place like this. I feel guilty."

Simone tsk-tsked, then joked, "You are guilty. Guilty of unpremeditated sexiness in the first degree." She winked to help take the edge off. " Come on, let's see your pearly whites. What's a gal gotta do to get you to smile around here?"

Christine smiled for the first time, and meant it. She was grateful for Simone's help and easy going, light-hearted manner.

Simone helped pick out a few more things, though Christine turned down even more suggestions. For instance, Christine considered all the anal toys completely out of the question and thought nipple clamps to be both too lewd and probably too painful as well. She found it weird to even think about them, especially after Simone brazenly stared at her chest and confidently mentioned that Christine most definitely had the nipples for it if she ever changed her mind.

In addition to a number of small vibrators, Simone did convince Christine to buy one large and very anatomically accurate dildo about the size of Alan's penis, complete with veiny bulges. As she put it, "Listen to me, girl. With your looks and especially your big cantaloupes, it's just a matter of time before Alan taps your honey pie. He's really unusual in that he's got this thing for totally hot girls with big breasts."

She laughed at that, and Christine laughed a bit too. She joshed, "I think you more than qualify on both counts. In fact, if there were SAT tests for such things you'd get perfect 800s."

Christine had no idea what to say about that. She wasn't good at responding to compliments, and she didn't get many due to her usual "ice queen" demeanor. She actually resented most compliments about her breasts since she wanted to be known for her brain and her achievements and not to big lumps of flesh that she just happened to have. The fact that most such compliments generally came from crude guys saying things like "Check out the rack on that babe!" didn't help matters.

Simone coud see that the comments had only made Christine more uncomfortable, so she shifted gears and said seriously, "Look, I don't know what the issues between you two are that are keeping you apart, but his rampant dick always seems to get what it wants. And believe me from personal experience, you'll be one very, very, VERY happy camper if and when he does have his way with you, so why fight it?"

Christine was still blushing and staring intently at her shoes.

"So, taking it as a given that he's gonna pop your cherry, you need a dildo like this one to practice your blowjob skills on. If there's one thing he likes, it's a good blowjob. Any girl can give an average blowjob, but giving a really good one requires talent and practice. In fact, let's go get some sex books for you so you can start learning a few things too. There's one called 'Tickle His Pickle' that I personally really like and recommend."

Christine followed Simone into the book section of the store without saying a word. She hoped and prayed Simone was right that Alan wouldn't be able to resist her for long. She thought to herself, This is ridiculous. Taking it as a given he's gonna pop my cherry? I should be outraged. Why do I merely feel tingly when I think about that? Where's the righteous anger?

She found herself wishing she could ask Simone all kinds of questions, such as what having sex with Alan was like and how best to seduce him. But she was far too embarrassed to discuss things with someone she hardly knew. She hoped the books would provide most of the answers to her many questions.

By the time the two of them were done, Christine held a stack of over a dozen books about sex. She thought about the limited number of hiding places in her room, and the look on her mother's face if she found the books. She ended up putting half of the books plus some of the toys back onto the shelves.

Simone looked at the remaining pile of Christine's purchases, especially the books, and said, "You know what? I just had a realization. I don't know you that well, but I do know that you excel in everything you put your mind to. Everyone knows about your big academic prizes, and I hear you kick butt in martial arts and a few other things besides. You're like Little Miss Innocent when it comes to sex right now, but I've got a feeling that you'll read all these books and before long you'll be the champion of sex, too. Hell, you'll probably blow the rest of us away, so to speak. There's no way Alan will be able to resist you."

Christine was amazed at how much she was opening up to Simone. She hadn't admitted her true feelings for him to anyone yet besides Amy, but she said, "You think? I don't dare to hope."

"Pffft! It's in the bag, honey. Trust me on this one."

Christine went to Ginger at the counter to pay for her purchases.

Ginger had been silent all the while, but paying close attention to what the two girls were saying to each other. She'd discovered that working at a sex shop was a great way to find new sex partners and learn interesting things. She figured she could hear more by acting as a fly on the wall instead of reminding them she was there by helping them make their selections. Listening to the two of them, she'd heard no end of fascinating details about this boy they called Alan. She made a note to herself to find out more about him when one or both of them came back to shop again, as she was sure they would.

Christine and Simone did not depart as friends, since Simone's close ties to Heather was still a sore point with Christine that limited just how close they could get. But they definitely developed an understanding and a bond that hadn't been there before. Christine was genuinely impressed with Simone's good nature and hoped she could turn to Simone in the future if she had more questions about sex. But at the very least, first she needed to see if Simone was capable of keeping this entire encounter a complete secret.

Simone for her part really did take it as a given that Alan would be fucking Christine before long. She wanted to get on Christine's good side now in hopes that the two of them could fool around together when eventually they both wound up in the same bed with him. She found Christine very desirable for herself, although she hadn't made the slightest hint about her own interest in that direction aside from a few compliments.

Also, as she'd promised, she didn't even tell Heather about the encounter. However, she always had a mischievous and joking streak and warned Christine that she'd tease her about her dildo purchases in the future, but only when they were alone.

CHAPTER 4

Christine hurried home and quickly put her purchases to use. She felt guilty about using her sex toys, but it was so much better than just fingers that she couldn't resist using them. She found to her surprise that she liked the first vibrating egg that Simone had selected the best of all of them.

That night, as she lay in her bed in the dark using her new favorite toy, her thoughts went back to some of the things Simone had said. Simone told me, "With your looks and especially your big cantaloupes, it's just a matter of time before Alan taps your honey pie. I don't know what the issues between you two are that's keeping you apart, but his rampant erection always seems to get what it wants."

God, I hope that's true!

I have too many hang-ups. I can't seem to get past the promises I made to Amy and I can't forget about all of his other women. I can't just throw myself at him with those issues hanging in the air, plus I don't have the nerve to do it anyway. On anything else, I have iron willpower and nerves of steel. I feel I could go toe to toe with anybody in a fight or battle of wits or anything else. But when it comes to making a move on Alan, I'm a hopeless and helpless case.

Christine began to fantasize. But none of that will matter because Alan's gonna come to me. All my issues will be rendered moot because he's gonna mow me down with that big erection of his and ravage me whether I want it or not. He's gonna make me a woman, and he'll do it gently, roughly, and every way in between. There's no stopping him! I'm gonna be one of his "babes." One of his girls. When he wants his cock sucked - and there's no doubt it's a COCK and no mere penis - I'm gonna open my lips, stick out my tongue, and say "aaaaaahhh"!

I can just imagine. I'll be eating lunch with him in the cafeteria and talking about some interesting thing with him and he'll just casually say to me, "Blow me. Now." As one of Alan's official girls, as one of his sex toys, I can't say no. I have no free will in the matter. I'll just have to go with him to some private place and get down on my knees and suck. I'll "polish his knob" with every trick I know and by the time I go through all the books I bought today I'll know them all. Hell, I'll be lucky if I can retire to a private spot - he may want me to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there in the crowded cafeteria! If I dare refuse him, he'll probably strip me naked and give me a good spanking! We can't have that. No!

Christine was very busy playing with herself now, using both her fingers and the egg. Despite her mental protest against the idea of a public spanking, her pussy and fingers found it very exciting.

The fact is, fate has made me a fit and "totally stacked" E-cupped girl in the same high school classes as Alan. That sealed my fate to be an "Alan babe" right there. My morals, my issues, my opinions - none of those things matter. I have no choice but to spread my legs and take it - HARD! Alan's gonna use my pussy for his pleasure any time he likes and that's just how it is! He's gonna keep me topped up with that notoriously tasty cum of his at all times, day or night! I'm gonna be walking around school bowlegged and wobbly from the way his jackhammer cock constantly lives in my pussy! Look, he even turned Heather into another one of his cum dumps, so if that scheming bitch can't fight him, I don't stand a chance!

Oooh! "Cum dump"! That is sooo nasty and wrong! Christine's fingers frigged with abandon as she thought about that term. She pressed the egg down hard on her clit. The intense vibrations caused her to lift her ass completely off of her bed.

I don't know what Simone came to that store to buy since she left after I did, but I'm sure it was something extremely nasty and naughty. She did mention something about it being "Naked Heather Day," whatever that is. I'll bet Alan, Heather, and her are in the middle of some big orgy at this very moment. Maybe other girls, too! He's drilling and impaling pussies everywhere good and hard and deep, just like he's gonna do mine! I wish I didn't have my hymen so I could jam a goddamned honkin' huge dildo way up inside, just like Alan's cock!

Christine continued to work herself up while thinking about Alan. It always took a lot for her to cum but her raunchy thoughts were so exciting that eventually she hit her peak and had a great screaming orgasm while keeping her face mashed into her pillow.

When it was over, she lay in bed thinking more subdued thoughts. What's wrong with me? I know exactly what's happening. I keep thinking about how relentlessly and inevitably Alan will dominate me, because if he does that it takes away my moral responsibility for getting involved in a grossly unequal and unwise relationship. Or at least I trick myself to think that's the case.

Whatever happened to my sweet romantic dreams of the old Alan? ... They were destroyed by Amy and all his "helpers," that's what. Let's face it, I'm never going to have the new Alan all to myself, not after that crazy open relationship arrangement Amy agreed to. I'll just have to take what I can get. Maybe if I memorize all these sex books, I can become his favorite in bed and the one he loves the most. At least that would be something.

God, you're pathetic Christine. Pathetic! I wish my sexual side would never have awakened. I wish that so much. I wish I hadn't turned down Mr. Don Juan when he could have been all mine, that's what I really wish!

She lay in bed with her eyes open for a long time before falling asleep. Thinking about what might have been with Alan was depressing. It was much easier just to fantasize about Alan dominating her and forget all the complicated realities and entanglements. Despite her post-coital blues, she knew she'd be getting a lot of use out of her new toys before the weekend was over.

CHAPTER 5

Back at the Plummer house, things were heating up. At first, just Alan and Susan were playing, and then Amy had joined in, and then Katherine. Alan looked over at Suzanne, now sitting nearby and lightly rubbing her pussy lips, but all alone and the only one still fully dressed.

He needed a strategic break from the delightful titfuck Amy was giving him, so he disengaged from her and stood up. He cleared his throat and announced, "Hold on everyone." His words caught their attention, but the sight of his penis bouncing wildly from his rapid rise insured that their attention remained a bit lower. "My cock is in a very good mood, and I really want to stick it somewhere special. I love what you all are wearing, but it's time for everybody to get naked."

The others got up and shed whatever clothes they still had on. A quick look at the clock showed it was only 6:15, and they had 45 minutes before Alan had to go (although they were aware it was highly unlikely the scout van would arrive on time).

"What are you going to do, Big Bayonet Brother? Or should I ask, WHO are you gonna do?" Katherine asked this seductively as she even more seductively pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She'd already lost her skirt some time before so she could play with herself.

"Well, Little Sis, I kind of wanted to finish talking about some important things, actually. I'm thinking it's time we finally hash out where we're all going with this harem or whatever it is. But I can't concentrate until I get rid of this boner. Time is running out, so I was thinking I could give a little bit of it to everyone. You all look so good that I can't pick just one of you! Why don't we play 'duck duck goose? I'll stick a little bit of cock here, a little bit there, and see where I end up when it's time to blow. Meanwhile, you keep playing with each other, in pairs probably is best, so everyone can get plenty of orgasms whether I'm there or not."

Everyone thoroughly approved of that idea. Some dildos were brought out of what was rapidly becoming known as the "toy drawer," the top drawer of the underwear cabinet by the front door. There was some cream there too, and all the females helped each other get their asses properly lubed up.

Then the entire bunch moved to the living room. Amy lay on top of Susan face to face on one couch. The two of them stayed paired mostly because Amy couldn't be with Suzanne. Katherine lay underneath Suzanne in a sixty-nine on the other couch.

All the while, Susan kept up a running commentary about how much she thoroughly approved, how this showed who's who and what's what, and how this proved just who was the man of the house.

The others rolled their eyes at Susan's words, but they all got a kick out of them too.

Alan watched them get started with each other. He paused to just admire the scene. Man, what a sight! Four total hotties, and they're all mine! This is so bizarre. Every single minute in this house is sex, sex, sex, and I never get used to it. This is like, a full-on family orgy!

Suzanne looked up and made eye contact with him. She purred in a voice that was at once smooth and its usual scratchy self. She stretched and writhed about over Katherine, knowing he'd love the sight of her pale body on top of the younger tanned one. "Admiring the view?"

"You know I am." But he headed towards the other pairing. He looked into Amy's hazel eyes and said, "Aims, I'm gonna fuck you right now, but just a little. So don't let me get too into it, or I'll let the others down."

"'M'kay!" Amy said with great happiness. "He picked me first!" she thought out loud. "My turn to get fucked! Super awesome!"

Katherine grumbled from across the room, and complained, "Brother, don't forget your two to one promise." That was his promise that for every time he'd fuck Amy, he'd fuck Katherine twice. She planned to hold him to it, permanently, and didn't care if the others in the house knew about it or not.

Amy had been kissing Susan and using her hands to help mash her big melons into Susan's even bigger ones. Susan had been driving Amy's clit to orgasm with one of her hands and kneading ass cheeks with the other. The two females continued to kiss and rub their hooters against each other as Alan climbed on top of them both.

Amy stuck her legs straight out on each side of her crotch, as if she was a gymnast making perfect splits. But she was bent at each knee, and her lower legs came back in so that her feet ended up tucked between Susan's legs and the couch. She couldn't look any more wide open and fuckable for Alan to take her doggy style.

Alan paused to consider the contraception situation. Amy of course was already on birth control pills, but Susan and Suzanne had reminded him in the past day or two to pay more attention to using protection, so he asked, "Aims, are you wearing a diaphragm?" He wanted double protection, just to be on the safe side.

"Totally! I'm all set. I was kinda hoping you'd skewer me and stuff. Now you can do it all bareback-y!"

Alan chuckled at that. As usual, he didn't have the heart to correct her grammar. He looked over at Suzanne for approval.

"All right, kid," Suzanne replied warily. "You can bang her bareback this time. But if you knock my daughter up, so help me God..."

Alan wondered what kind of threat Suzanne would follow through with if that came to be. (The truth was, Suzanne didn't know either.) But the mere talk of him knocking up Amy got his crank even more wound up. He started to rub his dick back and forth over Amy's pussy lips to get her really excited too.

But right as he was ready to plunge in, Suzanne announced to the whole group, "I want everyone to know that what Alan is planning is not all that smart. Going between the vagina and anus, as I'm assuming he's going to do, can be very unsanitary, especially if done between different women. Going from cunt to ass is okay, but the reverse can potentially cause problems that are no fun at all. But since this is a special occasion we can let it slide if everyone agrees to some serious douching and cleaning as soon as the van comes to get him. But please, let's not make a habit of it."

Alan focused on his task at hand. He kept rubbing his dick over Amy's pussy, which was already temptingly ripe and wet. He wanted to be sure Suzanne was done.

Amy giggled and exclaimed, "Mom, I totally agree we need to 'let it slide!'" She giggled even more. "Come on, boyfriend! Let's do some sliding! Slide it in all the way!"

Alan was all in favor of that idea. However, just as he pulled his hips back for a big forward thrust, he was interrupted again. But this was a very pleasant surprise as he felt a strange hand grab his pole. He realized with a start that the hand belonged to Susan. He thought, It's hot enough that I'm fucking my girlfriend while she's lying on top of Mom, but to have Mom guide me in? This is too much!

He was so excited that he almost came just from the sight of the unexpected, grabbing hand. The fact that the hand began stroking and squeezing even as it guided him in made it that much tougher to hang on, but he clenched his PC muscle and the crisis passed.

Susan said, "Son, just think. In a little while, that'll be my cunt you're sliding in. It gets me SO HOT! Knowing that I'm a slave to my son!"

Her hand slid him into Amy's tight slit.

He said between grunts, "Mom... You're not... A slave..." He just paused for a while until his penis had recovered and was ready for more. He made a vague mental note to have a talk with Susan and make her understand that she shouldn't call herself a slave. If Brenda wanted to call herself a slave, he was perfectly fine with that, but if it was his own mother, that bugged him. However, such things were bothering him less and less and arousing him more and more as the days passed.

He noticed that his mother was still holding his hard-on and trying to jack him off as best as she could with the inches she still had left to work with.

It felt great, but he said, "Um, Mom, you kinda gotta let go."

"Oopsie daisy! Sorry. It's just that it's so HOT and HARD and... pulsing... I'll be good." She let go.

He was finally able to press forward all the way. He found himself lying on top of both women. As he lay with his manhood fully extended inside Amy, he once again noticed just how remarkably tight her pussy was. It's more like fucking an asshole than fucking a normal cunt. I wonder if that's because Amy is the closest thing to a virgin here. Will she grow looser with time, or will she always be tight like this? I sure hope the latter, because my penis loves a good squeeze!

Amy had been kissing Susan more often than not, but she had to stop to yell and let her feelings out. She cried, "Gosh, Alan! Wow! ... OH WOOOOW! NO WAY!" She yelled even louder and incoherently as she began to cum just from him slowly sliding his penis deeper into her.

Susan's hands now grabbed Alan on the butt. He felt as if he was fucking his mother just as much as he was fucking Amy, which was clearly what his mother intended.

Amy continued to yell. "Fuck me Alan, fuck me more! It feels so good!"

Susan, still underneath Amy, was moaning too quietly for Alan to catch her words. She still clenched his ass, and in fact one finger found its way in his asshole and started poking up towards his prostate gland. That felt like an orgasm in and of itself.

Alan fucked Amy for only a couple of minutes. He thought, Tight. So tight! Fuck, that's a squeeze! If her cunt is this tight, I wonder what her asshole is like. If one hole is tight, does that always mean the other one is? I can't believe I've never fucked that giant, delectable, round ass of hers. Maybe today's the day! I can do whatever the hell I want to any of these centerfold-perfect women!

CHAPTER 6

Then he suddenly pulled out. He figured there was no time like the present. Amy grumbled, but he said, "Don't worry. I'm just switching holes."

"Oooh! You're going to take my ass? Awesome! Hey, everyone, my boyfriend is finally gonna take my anal cherry!"

There was a round of applause and hollers from everyone.

Meanwhile, Amy and Susan repositioned themselves so Alan could aim at her anus.

Alan tried to push his penis into Amy's well-lubed back hole, but no matter what he did, it just wouldn't go in.

Amy repeatedly pushed her voluptuous ass back towards him, but that didn't help either.

After a few moments Alan asked Susan to remove herself from the body tangle so he and Amy could position themselves just right.

Susan did move to the side and away, but that still didn't help.

Alan thought, Shit. I was right. Amy's asshole is even tighter than her cunt, and that's really saying something! Wow. If I ever get in there, she's going to squeeze my penis right off. ... Ugh! Damn! Nothing's working! I'll never understand how big dicks fit into tiny little assholes, especially one like Amy's.

Suzanne could hear groans of frustration coming from Alan, Amy, and even Susan. Suzanne considered herself the resident sex expert, so she yelled from across the room, "Sweetie, you having some trouble over there? Do you need my help deflowering my daughter's butt? Sheesh, I can't believe I'm saying that. But you both probably just need to relax a bit. Alan, even a big dick like yours can get into the tightest ass if you do it right. Here. Let me help." She started to get up.

Alan pondered that for a few moments. "Nah. Thanks, but we can save it for another time." He knew the whole procedure could get pretty time consuming, and there was no time for that now.

Suzanne just shrugged and went back to her sexual fun with Katherine.

Alan continued to think, and the more he thought, the more frustrated he grew over what he'd almost done. "Sorry, Amy. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Now's not the right time to do this. Taking your virgin ass is a big, big deal and should be treated as such. I guess I got carried away with the thought of fucking every hole presented me before I go. Classic case of thinking with the wrong head. When I get back, we'll do it right. I want to make it a really unforgettable experience for both of us."

"M'kay! That sounds great. And the cunt fuck was GOOD! Even if we didn't finish it, but I understand why, what with all these other holes needing filling. Gosh, I can't wait until you get back! My ass is soooo gonna be waiting until the very minute you get back!"

He explained, "My first priority when I get back naturally has to be fucking my wonderful mother." He looked at Susan as he said this, and she beamed with pride and arousal. "Sunday night I'm going to be alone with just her. But then I'll try to make it up to you, and Katherine and Suzanne on Monday, okay?"

Amy said with worry, "Gosh, Alan. That seems like such a long time. Three days!"

He was already wondering how he'd manage all that sex.

Susan reacted slower, and said in a lazy voice, "Tiger, I'm so happy. Sunday night..." She spoke as if she was high on opium. "My cutie little Tiger is going to be a motherfucker..."

He responded, "Mom, it's tough for us to wait, but it'll be worth it. I'm gonna make it such an unforgettable experience. After a weekend without, I'll be so full of sperm you'll be able to bathe in it!"

"Oh yes! Yes! Drown me in your cum! Fuck me now! Fuck me up the ass!" Susan started to squirm in excitement. "I've been a bad mommy, and bad mommies need to be hosed down with sperm!"

"Mom, I'd like nothing better than to fuck your ass. Somebody's ass is going to get fucked around here, that's for sure. But let me just catch my breath a bit here."

"Okay. .... Mmmm. Your mommy is ready. So ready! It's such torture to be so close to all this fucking, but not have my cunt on the receiving end! Amy, let's keep ourselves busy while our favorite fuck stud takes a break."

Amy climbed back on top of Susan and they frigged each other to more intense orgasms.

Alan tried to stay out of the action as much as possible until he recovered. He slid down and away from the other two to remove his penis from anyone's reach, and ended up getting off the couch all together.

He looked over towards Katherine and Suzanne to see how they were faring. Katherine was lying on top of Suzanne now, sucking one of Suzanne's nipples. They looked to be having a grand time without him.

Alan wanted to join them, but he had some unfinished business with his mother first. He thought, So many holes, so little time! I have half a mind to just say fuck the hiking trip and stay here and fuck all weekend long! And I'd do it too except that I know my penis seriously needs the break.

While he waited for his penis, he lent a hand to help others. He knelt at the end of the couch where Amy and Susan's feet were dangling. Leaning forward between all the feet, he was able to reach both of their asses with his hands, and began fingering and rubbing all the naughty bits that were accessible. The hands of three different people took turns inside Amy's and Susan's pussies.

After about five minutes of this, Alan felt he'd achieved his second wind, and he was painfully aware that time was running out before he had to leave for the hike. "Amy? Susan? I'm ready."

They were so lost in pleasure that he had to repeat their names several times before he could get their attention. "Amy, why don't you have Susan switch places with you? Lie down on your back on the couch. Mommy, lie on top of her, face down."

Susan moaned like she was in the middle of a powerful orgasm, "He called me 'Mommy!'" She was deep within her sex fog. "He's going to fuck his mommy's ass!"

He answered calmly, "Yes, I'm going to fuck your ass for a bit. But don't let me cum."

"I don't know if I can promise that, Tiger! I want you to cum inside me! Spill your seed deep inside your mother!"

Susan and Amy were again facing each other tit to tit and pussy to pussy. They continued to take advantage of that fact, grinding into each other everywhere they could. Their big spongy tits pushed into each other rhythmically. Susan wrapped her legs wide around Amy. She couldn't perform the same gymnastic stunts Amy's flexible cheerleader body could, but she nonetheless managed to spread her legs wide enough to create a welcome opening to her ass.

Alan knelt behind them, putting his body between four legs.

Susan's ass was wiggling in anticipation, so much so that it was like trying to hit a moving target.

He grabbed her squirming behind with his hands and held it in place, which made her groan and gasp expectantly. He said, "Mommy, you HAVE been bad. And I AM going to hose you down with sperm!" In truth, he considered her a nearly perfect mother and couldn't think of anything she'd done wrong lately at all. But he knew that was what she wanted to hear, and it turned him on too to say it. Then he spanked her ass cheek with a hard slap.

"Oh! Son! You're so FORCEful! And commanding!"

Since she loved that treatment, he slapped her other ass cheek.

She moaned loudly as a mini orgasm hit her. "Oh! TIIIIIIGER! You're really showing me who's who and what's what and who rules the roost around here! Spank me more! I'm a bad mommy!"

He laughed with glee, because he was amused at how easy his mother was to predict and to arouse. He pushed his penis into her ass, again marveling how much fucking an ass was just like fucking Amy's tight pussy. Then once his penis head passed inside her, he gave her left ass cheek another slap.

It seemed like Susan's screams of joy could be heard from miles away. "TIGER! YES! Show Mommy who's boss! GOD YES! NAIL my ass! GOOD!"

Amy didn't think to guide him in like Susan had, but once he was in, Amy's hands explored that whole area, holding his rock-hard penis as it pistoned and caressing the entrance of Susan's throbbing asshole.

Amy felt his penis slip through her hands into his mother's asshole, and greatly enjoyed the feeling. "This rocks! It's almost like I'm getting fucked in the ass too!" She asked more seriously, "But Alan, why do you fit into her hole so easily but not mine?"

Katherine knew that neither Alan nor Susan were in shape for lengthy explanations at the moment, the way they were huffing and puffing. So, from a few feet away, she said, "Aims, that's 'cos of the butt plugs she's been using to condition her hole to take something that big back there. Plus the anal flexing exercises she and I have started doing to work on our muscle tone helps too."

"Cool beans! Can you teach me that stuff, too? I want my well hung boyfriend to plunder my ass whenever he likes!"

Before Katherine could reply to that, Susan cried out, "Fuck me, Tiger!" Her joyous screams grew louder and louder as she yelled something each time he pulled back to ram in again. "Fuck my tight pussy! ... Fuck my juicy, tiny, little cunt! ... It feels so good! ... My cunt can't handle... such... such a big cock! ... Pound it! Pound me open! ... Make me take it! Every motherfucking inch!"

At first Alan was confused, not sure if his mother wanted him to change holes, or if she was somehow mistaken as to what hole he was in. Then he realized she was role-playing again, pretending he was in her other hole. He loved the idea. He exulted, "I'm fucking my mother's cunt! Yes!"

There were gasps around the room until Amy said, "No he's not, guys! I can feel it with my hands as it goes in and out of Susan's butt. He's just joshing."

Susan kept on crying about her "tight cunt" whenever she could gasp a few words out, and Alan went on about his ass fucking.

Amy was very nearly as aroused as mother and son were. All three of them grabbed each other and held on for dear life.

Alan spanked his mother's ass a couple of times while he was fully impaled in her.

Amy cried out, "Totally cool! I can feel that!"

It was all so arousing that even all his PC muscle squeezing wasn't enough. He was forced to withdraw again after only a couple of minutes. His mother's words alone kept him teetering on the verge of orgasm. Between her constant moans, she still managed to occasionally gasp out a few words like, "Tiger in my cunt!" and "Motherfucker!" and "Fuck Mommy good!"

He rolled off of both of them and fell roughly to the floor. "Mommy, I have to stop, but that was ... wow. The role-playing was too much. I was about to cum!" He really, really didn't want to cum until he'd had fun with all four of them.

"Thanks, Tiger!" she said with glee while remaining on top of Amy. "Flattery will get you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere, if you know what I mean!" She ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips to make her point clear, then slowly pulled her pussy lips open to show him the glistening wetness flowing out from deep inside her.

She rested for nearly a minute while she caught her breath. Then she added, "Son, you should do more of that. Now that you've got so many big-titted babes to fuck, do 'em twice at a time! It's actually really fun for the woman in either position. Right Amy?"

"Totally! It's like super good all around. The only bummer is when I'm on the bottom. Then I get all squished up after a while."

Susan sighed with longing. "This is going to be the longest weekend ever. Forty-eight hours until we can fuck! Soon you'll be sliding in my tight, wet cunt tunnel for real!"

"Ugh!" he moaned in response to that. His penis was so filled with pleasure and pain by now that it felt numb more than anything.

Susan and Amy moved into a sixty nine, now that he was off them. He'd left them right on the verge of climaxes too, but unlike him they didn't need to hold off any more. They could cum as much as they liked.

Their sounds of licking soon gave way to sounds of screaming, especially from Amy. She was quite a screamer.

CHAPTER 7

As Alan came somewhat back to reality, he got up and staggered to the bathroom. Mindful of Suzanne's lecture about the danger of mixing vaginal and anal, he quickly washed his privates off. While there, he thought, Wow, man. Totally nuts. Is this what my life is going to be like from now on? How can I keep even four sexually voracious women satisfied? There's never enough time... Although the two at once thing is pretty fun. I wouldn't want to do it all the time, though.

Speaking of time, shit, the damn scout van! I need to have a serious conversation before I leave, but it's too much fun to stop. Once I shoot my load, then we can talk.

As he came back into the living room, he asked in the general direction of the four naked vixens, "Does anybody know what time it is?" He brought a wet towel back with him.

Amy and Susan were still fully occupied, so Suzanne took it upon herself to answer the question. "Oh shit," she said in fright. "Your pickup is coming by!" She was underneath Katherine, but she reached out to an end table where she had her watch in her pocket. She said in a much calmer tone, "Oh, it's okay. It's only a little after 6:35. Lots of time for fun, still."

"Does that watch have an alarm, and if so can you set it to 6:50?" Alan got up and stood over Katherine and Suzanne.

"Check," Suzanne said as she set the alarm. "You're good to go. But wouldn't it be funny if we forgot, or they got here early, and a whole troop of young boy scouts walked in on this scene? Then we'd just have to fuck them all to keep them quiet!"

"No we wouldn't!" Katherine said somewhat testily as she removed her mouth from one of Suzanne's nipples. "The only man I'm ever going to let fuck me is my brother!"

"Yeah! Same here!" Amy chimed in, lifting her head from Susan's pussy. Long lines of Susan's cum stretched from her mouth down to Susan's pussy. Then Amy repositioned so she was face to face.

Susan said somewhat crossly, "That 'joke' wasn't very appreciated." She found the mere idea of having sex with other males a huge turn off.

"Sheesh. Sorry already," Suzanne replied.

Alan watched with interest as Amy's boobs squished down into Susan's larger ones, like two marshmallows pressing into two more marshmallows.

Susan said between ragged breaths, "Tiger's the only ... the only one. For me. Uh! ... Ever." She was still bothered by Suzanne's joke.

Suzanne complained, "Me too, obviously! But can't I pretend otherwise just in jest?"

Susan responded with a surprising number of words, given how worked up her body was. "No! You know from our morning practices that those kinds of fantasies are out of the question! They're an insult!" She panted to recover from that. "It feels like cheating. Tiger's penis is the only penis on Earth, as far as I'm concerned!"

"Okay! All right, already." Suzanne turned her attention to Alan. "Speak of the devil, Sweetie, are you just going to stand there or are you going to put your hot rod into me or Katherine? Take your pick. Time is running out."

"Tough choice," he admitted. "Okay, wait a minute, I've got an idea. Let's get on the carpet."

Alan, Katherine, and Suzanne moved to the floor next to the couch. Suzanne lay on the floor, face up, and then Alan directed Katherine so she lay on top of Suzanne, face down. Their boobs pressed against each other delightfully, and they were quite happy to remain that way.

Alan said, "Okay, now, Suzanne I want you to spread your legs really wide. Just how I like 'em. ... Wow, that's wide. You should be a cheerleader. And Katherine, drop your knees to each side, above her legs. Excellent."

The net result of all of this was there were now four holes closely lined up, all waiting to be fucked. Suzanne's asshole was at the bottom, followed by her vagina, then Katherine's vagina, and finally Katherine's asshole at the top.

"Okay, ladies," Alan said to Katherine and Suzanne. "There are four holes there. I'm going to fuck all of 'em." He scooted himself up and draped himself over Katherine so that his rod was now in reach of all four holes.

Katherine and Suzanne braced themselves to see what Alan would do next.

"Bottoms up!" Alan cheered as he stuck his penis into Suzanne's anus. He stroked several times into Suzanne's asshole, and then pulled out.

Then he put his penis into Katherine's anus, and began stroking some more. But just as Katherine was starting to really get into it, he pulled out.

Neither of their asses were super tight to begin with, and they'd been using butt plugs too in recent days. As a result, he was able to get in and out without any big ordeals. (Only Amy was a bit behind the curve when it came to anal preparations.)

Picking up the wet towel that he'd left at his side, he wiped his erection clean to cut down on the anal-vaginal problem. Then he stuck his hot and throbbing pole into Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne let out a great big groan and sigh. She felt like she'd been waiting all day for this to happen. GOD YES! What he DOES to me! He's filling me up! I'm so happy I wanna cry!

Susan was watching closely and asked her somewhat snarkily, "Still thinking about fucking those boy scouts?"

"No, Susan! Sheesh. It was a joke. Forget I ever mentioned that, already. All I can think about is this master cocksman! Sweetie, you're so good!"

After a couple of minutes, Katherine asked, "Is it my turn yet?"

Katherine's ass cheeks sat right in front of him like the halves of two bowling balls. They were lighting bouncing up in time to his thrusts and Suzanne's gyrations.

Recalling how much Susan had liked him spanking her a few minutes before, he said, "I know one fuck toy that's getting too uppity!" He raised his hand up and gave her a couple of swats on each ass cheek.

Katherine was beside herself with joy. She ground her body down onto Suzanne's more than before, setting off new tremors of pleasure in both of them. "Keep spanking me, Brother! Fuck toy needs a lesson!"

Suzanne immediately yelled out, "And don't stop fucking me! Sweetie, you're in so deep! So deep! You went right alongside past my cervix!"

Some long moments of hard thrusting went by, and then Suzanne screamed at the top of her lungs, "JEEEESSSUUUUSS!" She was walloped by a powerful orgasm.

Her body went limp, but she seemed content to remain lying underneath Katherine. The heaving of her lungs caused Katherine to rise and fall on top of her with each breath.

Alan took her orgasm as his cue to change holes, after he spanked his sister a couple more times.

He pulled his hard-on out of Suzanne and stuck it in Katherine. Her pussy was completely soaked, but then again so was Suzanne's. Yet both pussies were still snug fits.

He waited and took some big gasps in an attempt to at least somewhat recover. Finally, he began to move. His pistoned in and out for about ten slow strokes.

Suzanne was still sweaty and limp as a rag, but she felt compelled to share her thoughts. "You know, you two, I've had a lot of sex before Alan. Lots. But I've never been in a fuck sandwich before, even though Xania and I double teamed some guys back in college. This feels so... interesting. Angel, I can feel him in you, like he's in me. I can feel every twitch of your stomach muscles, everything! This is really nice."

Another minute of joyful thrusting went by. Katherine was trying to move her hips in time to heighten the impact on her brother's thrusts, but it was a bit tricky while lying on top of somebody else.

Out of the blue, she asked, "Brother, is it in yet?"

"What?" he was confused.

"Your dick. Is it in me yet?"

He felt hurt, and was incredulous. "You can't feel my thrusting? What the hell?!"

Suzanne clarified, "Of course she can, Sweetie. She's just being cheeky."

"Uppity, actually," Katherine clarified, then burst into giggles.

Alan growled, "Oh, you! I'm gonna get you!" He started thrusting much harder and deeper.

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha! That's the plan!" She giggled some more.

After another minute of hard thrusting, he panted to his sister, "Do you feel it now?"

"Definitely! God, yes!" In fact, she almost regretted goading him on because he was slamming into her so hard. Plus, she wasn't lying on a bed, but on Suzanne, and she felt like the two of them were thrown about on some wild amusement park ride.

Then Susan shouted, "How's my favorite sister fucker doing over there?"

"Good, Mom!" Alan shouted back. He wiped his brow, as he was sweating profusely, especially now that he was really pounding Katherine.

Suzanne shouted to Susan, "Having a good time playing with my daughter there?"

"Very!" Susan said back. "And how are my two children treating you?"

"Most hospitable, I must say! You raised them to have such manners. For instance, Katherine knows not to talk when her mouth is full ... of my pussy!"

They all laughed.

"Speaking of full, Aunt Suzy," Alan interrupted, "my cock is coming your way again. Get ready to feel it fill up your cunt." He pulled out of his sister. Then he paused to catch his breath and wipe yet more sweat from his face.

"Good Lord, I don't know if I can take it," Suzanne muttered. She was still wiped out from her big orgasm.

He started to push in some, but once his knob was all the way in Suzanne, he pulled it back out. "Okay, well, I'm gonna plow Sis a little more then. She needs a big climax, too!"

Suzanne wailed, "NoooOOOOoooo! I didn't mean that. I was just saying!"

But Alan was back in his sister now. She let out a sexy groan as he resumed thrusting in her.

Suzanne moaned, "Susan, your son is such a meanie! He sticks it in out pulls it right out and makes me want him twice as much as before!"

Susan was locked in a sixty-nine with Amy now, so she was in no condition to reply. But it really turned her on to hear her son playing Suzanne like a fiddle.

Alan's head was spinning as his chest swelled with pride. I'm the fucking king of the world! Taking my pick of pussies - I need to do this more often!

Suzanne realized that Alan wasn't likely to plunge back into her sheath until Katherine had a nice cum. So she reached up and began fiddling with Katherine's clit while Alan's dick slid right past it, also giving it stimulation. Her other hand groped one of Katherine's nipples too. She knew that between the fucking and the clit and nipple action, it wouldn't be long.

Sure enough, about a minute later, it was Katherine's turn to cry out like a stuck pig. "BROOOOOTTHHEEEEER!"

But that wasn't enough for Alan. Even as his dick was sheathed all the way in her, with her pussy walls wildly contracting around him, he squeezed in an extra finger despite her pussy seemingly being as full as it could get. Then he wiggled his finger around on the inside of her, trying to hit her G-spot.

Katherine's shrieks went on and on. As if she caught the feeling by osmosis, Suzanne began shrieking too. Then Amy and Susan began yelling too where they lay just a little ways away.

The only person not screaming and cumming was Alan. His penis desperately craved release, but he knew he only had one load in him before the van came by to pick him up for the scouting trip. He fought the urge with all his might and just barely managed to hold out.

But the fight wiped him out, at least for the moment. He slumped down over Katherine and lay on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

Panting like she'd just run a marathon, Katherine huffed, "Brother. ... That... was..." There was an even longer pause, and she finally managed, "great."

To show her appreciation, she gave his erection a few squeezes since it was still in her pussy.

But Alan wasn't thinking or trying to fight cumming, yet he was still on a hair trigger. He was taken by complete surprise when he felt his balls tightening up. "Oh shit! Cumming!"

He was extremely frustrated, since he'd just spent a lot of energy fighting the urge and thought that he had won. He really hated being flaccid around four stunningly fuckable women. But he tried to make the best of it. Since his dick was in his sister's pussy, he resumed his thrusting and tried to give her as much pleasure as he could while he still had something left.

"Phew!" he gasped as he withdrew once he'd finished shooting his load. He rolled off both Katherine and Suzanne. Katherine rolled away as well, leaving the three of them all lying of the floor next to each other.

As Alan lay there with his eyes closed, he thought, That feels way beyond good. I can't even begin to put into words how overjoyed I feel at all this love and sex. The big question is, how will I be able to handle even two days away from my four favorite ladies? I should just cancel the stupid trip.

CHAPTER 8

After another minute or two, he felt Katherine tap him on his arm. "Hey, Bro. You really filled me up with baby batter. I can feel the little spermies wiggling inside me, trying to reach the egg."

"Can you?" he asked. He had no real idea what a woman actually felt during sex.

"Nah. Unfortunately not. Especially given I'm wearing a god-damned diaphragm. Actually, I feel most of your sweet cream leaking out already. Hey Suzanne, you want to lick me clean?"

"I'd love to, but we don't have time."

Suzanne picked herself up off the floor, sat down on a sofa, and took charge. "Okay, everybody, listen up. We've got like three minutes if the scouting van is on time. Luckily they're always late, but let's be on the safe side. Sweetie, run upstairs and take the fastest shower you ever took in your life to get the smell of sex off of you. Susan, you do the same in the other shower in case you have to be presentable. I'll throw on some clothes and stall 'em if they come in the meantime."

Everyone rushed around frantically, except for Suzanne who put away the cum-stained sheets they'd been rolling around in while she kept watch on the front door. She also used a big amount of air freshener in a futile effort to get the smell of sex to go away.

Amy and Katherine took showers once Alan and Susan got out. (Amy and Katherine shared a shower, but didn't have much time for hanky panky, although Amy did suck out some of Alan's cum from Katherine's pussy.) Alan went over his backpack and other belongings one last time to make sure Susan had packed everything he needed.

Alan was the first to come back from the shower, since the women liked to pretty themselves up at least a little, no matter how rushed they were. He took one look at Suzanne in the living room and laughed.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"You think you're gonna answer the door in that?"

She looked down at herself, puzzled at first. Then she saw his point and had a good laugh. "I suppose it is a bit revealing."

"You suppose? Geez, there's enough miles of cleavage on display to land a jumbo jet."

She grinned widely. "True. It would have to be a microscopic jumbo jet to squeeze in the crack, though." She laughed and pressed her breasts together. "Wow, what a perfect segue. Speaking of squeezing jumbo-sized items in my cleavage..." She stared pointedly at his crotch and chuckled.

"Down, girl, down! What's up with you all today? You're all so needy."

"You're going away for the whole weekend, Sweetie. We just wanna get our last licks in, so to speak. It's gonna be terribly boring without you, I'll tell you that much. It would be tough enough waiting on my own, but I'm gonna have to endure two solid days of your mother talking about you and your dick."

"Yeah, I could see that's not gonna make it any easier on you. Just tell her to cool it."

"Easier said than done. It's funny, given that she's your mother, but she's in that mad puppy love stage. She's absolutely totally head over heels in love with you. And she's not the only one." She blushed a little bit, making clear that she was talking about herself.

Alan found that really moving, especially since Suzanne was far more reluctant than any of the others to openly talk about her feelings for him. "I feel the same way about you, Aunt Suzy." He walked up to her and kissed her hard on the lips.

She wanted their snogging session to go on forever, especially since he was fondling her breasts a bit, but eventually he slapped her on the ass and said, "Now you need to shower too. Don't get your gorgeous red hair wet, so you can come back in record time. I miss you already."

She stuffed her boobs back into her top and walked away, but complained, "Damn you, my pussy is gushing already. How do I make it stop?! Stop throwing the 'L' word around, you handsome beast." She was so happy she practically floated to the bathroom.

At ten minutes after seven, all five of them had finally drifted back to the living room. They were fully clothed in the sense that their privates were covered up, but if the boy scouts were able to see them, jaws would drop.

After a minute or two of everyone just sitting quietly and recovering from all the running around (not to mention the sex beforehand), Alan said, "Okay, let's face facts. The scouts are always late picking people up. They go around picking people up all over town, and there are always delays. I'd say we still have at least half an hour. I propose we talk until they arrive. I know it's a problem that the conversation might get yanked to a halt at any moment, but there's stuff I'd really like to get off my chest before I go."

"Like what?" Amy asked.

"Well, this whole Glory thing, obviously. It's bothering me even more than the Dr. Fredrickson situation, because I'm much more confident that we can beat that one. But Glory? I'm really worried. And I know we already talked it into the ground, but it raises all kinds of issues. I mean, where do I stand, exactly? What if she says, 'define your relationship with your mother, or with Amy?' It's all kind of nebulous, isn't it? Let's look at the really big picture here, okay? Just amongst the five of us, how do we want things to work?"

Katherine answered, "I think things are working out fine, Big Scimitar Brother. Let's just keep doing what we're doing."

Amy objected, "You can't call him that! Scimitars are totally curvy, but his thingy is pretty straight."

"Amy, it's just a rough approximation. Anyways, I like the way that his 'thingy' has a slight-"

Alan cut them off. "Hey you two, can we focus here? Or do you want to talk about my penis all day? On second thought, don't answer that question. Seriously, Sis, we can keep going as we are, but don't we want to define things, make commitments? How do I know that I won't lose one or more of you, too? I lost Glory. I don't want to lose another!"

Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, you did not lose Glory. Would you stop saying that? I'm 100% certain she'll come back. But let's not rehash that. I understand your need for certainty, and I agree. Who's to say for instance, that Katherine might not go off to college and find some nice young man instead of you?"

"I'M TO SAY!" Katherine replied huffily with an angry edge. "Don't say that! Don't even THINK about it! I agree with Mom that as far as I'm concerned, there's only one man in my life from now on! It's Alan or nobody!"

Suzanne responded, "Just to play devil's advocate, some people might say that incest isn't natural, and that it would be better for you to eventually find someone else."

"Screw the devil!" She went over and hugged Alan. "I'm with my brother for life! I hope you're cool with that, Brother."

He nodded, and then gave her a loving smile. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart started pounding as he realized what a huge commitment she'd just made. "I'm very cool with that, Sis."

She looked relieved to hear that, but turning back to Suzanne, she added, "He's even said that he's going to be the father of my children, so there!"

Suzanne raised an eyebrow at that, and Susan's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Alan pointed out, "You see? This is what I'm talking about. Nobody is certain about anything, because nothing's been defined. Sis even had to say 'I hope you're cool with that' because we've never discussed these things. And the having children thing, is that serious or just sexy talk meant to arouse? Even I don't know. Everything's up in the air. I guess everyone was afraid to rock the boat, and spoil the magic, but now's the time."

Amy raised her hand. "Alan? Are you happy with what Katherine said? Because I want the same thing. Could we make babies too? Please? I wanna have your baby!"

Alan raised his hand and said, "Whoa!" But it wasn't just in reference to what Amy was saying. He was also reacting to what she was doing: she pulled down the low-cut black dress she'd just put on, freeing her bouncy boobs.

She laughed and played dumb. "What? You said you have some things you want to get off of your chest. So do I. Clothes. ... Bwah! Yuck! And with my breasts getting bigger and bigger, my tops are getting tighter and tighter." She giggled some more. "I don't think it's fair to make me wear any tops any more."

Alan laughed, and let the point slide. Even with the scouting van coming, he realized that trying to get Amy to keep her clothes on inside the Plummer house was a losing proposition.

Amy continued as she hefted her flawless teen tits in his direction, "I want to be with you forever and have you be the father of my children, too. I don't know if that means I'd be your girlfriend or wife or mistress or harem girl or what, but it doesn't matter that much to me. I know you'll love me in any case. I'll be with you, by your side, no matter what you want to call me."

Katherine interjected, "And I'll be by your other side!" Not to be outdone, she also pulled her top down and let her tits spring free.

"Whoa, whoa!" Alan held his hands out in a placating gesture. "One at a time. This is great. This makes me feel better already. Amy, Katherine, that would make me very happy. I'd be proud to have both of you by my side. Let's stay together forever."

Amy rushed over and hugged him, and then Katherine did the same. Now they were not only metaphorically but literally by his side, one on each side of him. Their hugs were full of love but also lust, as they both rubbed their breasts up and down his arms while practically squeezing him to death with exuberant happiness.

Susan spoke up. "Wait a minute. I love that you three are making these commitments. It makes me incredibly happy, and I think it's so right. But are you SURE you really mean it? I mean, Amy, you've only been Alan's girlfriend for a week or so. One week! Are you in it for the long haul?"

Amy replied, very seriously, "Susan, I'm hurt you'd even say that. I don't consider myself just some girlfriend. I feel like the Plummer family is just as much my family as the Pestridge family." She turned to Suzanne briefly. "This house feels more like home to me than my own house does. Sorry, Mom."

"No offense. I feel the same way."

Amy continued, "I'm SOOOOO totally super duper in love with Alan." She looked at him with loving eyes. "I love that he's my boyfriend, but that hardly begins to cover it. It's like we're bonded. I CAN'T break up with him. It would be like breaking up with family. Alan, it's like... you're my brother. You're... my soul mate!"

Their eyes locked and Alan and Amy started passionately kissing.

The other three watched for a while. Amy somehow managed to take the rest of her dress off in the middle of the kiss and then wrapped one of her legs around the backsides of his legs. She was all over him like an octopus.

Then Katherine started tapping on Alan's shoulder until she had his attention. She said, "Everything Amy said goes for me, too. 'Soul mate.' I love that! Brother, I'm yours for ever and ever!"

"Sis!" He dipped her and started making out with her too. But he'd never really disengaged from Amy and she kept her big bouncy tits pressed into his side and even kissed his cheek and chin while the other two necked. Slowly, he felt his weary penis start to rise in his pants. Eventually, the three began kissing each other's mouths all at the same time, as much as that was humanly possible. Their lips touched and tongues darted in and out of mouths.

Suzanne coughed, causing them to stop. "Susan, does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does. And it makes me totally hot! Look at them, Suzanne. Look at the three of them all holding each other so tenderly, and how the girls both have their hands in his pants and are stroking his cock so lovingly. Doesn't it just warm the cockles of your heart?"

Suzanne looked at one hand each from Amy and Katherine rising and falling together over Alan's bulge in his pants. "Yes, it does." She quipped, "Lots of cockles and cocks seem to be getting warmed up right now."

Then Susan said more passionately as her eyes fell on the bare chests of the two girls, "I don't care about that stupid scout van. When I see all that naked, bouncy busty goodness, I just have to take off my top, too! Suzanne, hopefully you can answer the door if someone comes knocking. And no one can see this far into the house, anyway."

She pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside. "Ah. That's better. I'm sorry, Amy, I don't doubt what you said. I just want to be absolutely sure. I love how you all are making lasting commitments. But what about the older generation? Son, I know you can't get Suzanne or I pregnant, though that doesn't mean we can't practice trying quite a lot..." She winked. "And I know we aren't young and pretty like our daughters..."

"Hold on!" Alan interrupted. "Who isn't young and pretty? Mom and Suzanne, you two are two of the most beautiful, lovely, and loving people on this planet. Period! Pregnancy doesn't mean much to me. I don't want to have kids for a loooong time. Amy, Katherine, are you in any rush to have kids?"

"No," Amy answered right away. "I was just thinking and hoping that eventually..."

Katherine took longer to answer, as she thought about what to say while still stroking her brother's pole. "I guess not," she said half-heartedly. "It doesn't have to be RIGHT away, I suppose..."

"Good. So that's one issue we can deal with later." He spoke to the whole group. "What I do want is to have all of you. All four of you. Age be damned! Susan and Suzanne, will you have me? Do both of you want a permanent relationship and a permanent commitment?"

The two older women rushed up to him and hugged him tightly.

Katherine and Amy had to pull away and step back because the other two females simply smothered Alan with hugs and love.

Suzanne thought, Screw it. Why should I be the only female wearing a top? Why am I always the responsible one? Technically, I don't even live here. Hell, if I hear the doorbell I can throw something back on pretty quick anyway.

So soon Alan had four bare breasts rubbing up against his chest again as he made out with Susan and Suzanne one by one and sometimes all three of them French kissing each other at the same time.

CHAPTER 9

Susan and Suzanne both talked at once, eagerly exclaiming their desires for permanent commitments.

Alan said, "Hold up! One at a time. Mom, you first." He stuffed his erection back in his pants, as one of the mothers had managed to unzip his zipper.

"Son, I'm offended that you'd even have to ask me about commitments. I'm yours forever! Don't you see that? You and Katherine are the joy of my life, my reason for living. And now, Suzanne and Amy too. Anything you want, Tiger, I want to give it to you. Don't you know that you own my body and my very soul?" She hefted up her tits just as Amy had done, and nearly fainted with delirious joy as she imagined Alan sucking mother's milk from her boobs for ever and ever.

Then she remembered some words of advice Alan gave to her weeks ago, words that she repeated to herself nearly every day since: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." She did thrust her enormous chest out. That act never failed to boost her confidence and happiness, thanks to those words he'd told her.

Alan just said, "Mom, I'm so lucky to have you." Then he and Susan kissed passionately and hugged some more.

Suzanne also resumed hugging him from the other side.

After a few moments, Alan stopped and turned his attention to her. "What about you, Suzanne?" He knew that of the four, Suzanne would be the toughest one to convince to make a formal commitment.

But she surprised him by saying, "What Susan says pretty much goes for me, too. I love you. You're my Sweetie. I'm here for the long haul. That means forever. You know what we were saying earlier, about not wanting any other men? I truly mean that. You're the only man I'd want. Why, even to sleep with my husband would feel like cheating on you. I'd never do it."

She looked over at Susan, standing proudly erect again. With a big smile on her face, Suzanne also thrust her bare chest forward.

Susan, Katherine, and Amy all spoke up too, nearly shouting all over each other to declare that they too wouldn't want to be with another man.

Alan had to stop them and clarify. "Wait a sec, wait a sec. Let's see what we've got here. We all agree that we're going to stick with each other forever, right? I want to make that same declaration too. I love you all so much that I could never see changing what we all have."

Susan urgently asked, "But Tiger, when you go off to college, won't you leave us all behind? What if you find some young filly there that's so amazing you completely forget about the rest of us, and marry her? What if she doesn't want to share? What if she thinks that the whole-"

"Hold on, Mom! First off, we're a group now. A harem, if you will."

Katherine joked, "I will."

He grinned at that. "I don't want to go off to college or anywhere unless we all discuss and agree on it first. We're a team now, aren't we? I couldn't possibly imagine going to another town and leaving you all behind, so either I'd go to college here or maybe we could all move together. But whatever we do, we'll do it together, as a family."

That got a great reaction. There were more high fives, hollers, and hugs. Alan felt naked tits rubbing against him from every direction.

When the women all calmed down and stepped back, he continued, "Now, as for the second part, I'm obviously involved with other women, as you all know, and I'd obviously love to continue with that. Let's be brutally honest here. Does anyone have a problem with that? If you do, say something."

There was a long silence. Susan firmly shook her head no.

Alan finally said, "Come on, you can't all be okay with that. I know some of you like to have these fantasies about me being some kind of super stud, but practically speaking, the more I'm with someone else, the less I'm with you."

Suzanne said, "I guess, as usual, I have to be the one to complain. Sweetie, right now things are okay. That could easily get out of hand, and maybe we'll get tired of that, or at least I would. But I'm not terribly worried. The way I figure, you can only have strong feelings for so many women, and you're pretty much having sex with all of them all already. So I think things are stabilizing, and I'm pretty okay with things."

Susan nodded at that, and said, "Ultimately, I trust you, Son. I know you're going to do the right thing. You're not going to hurt me or the rest of us here. You love us. If you want to go out and bang some hot chick from school or something like that, I love it! That's not only your privilege as man of the house, it's your right! I'm thrilled to lend a hand and help guide your cock into her, whomever she may be. But that's 'cos I know you're going to come home to me. To us. To the ones you really love." She looked around the room for confirmation.

The other women all nodded.

Alan thought about that and then said, "Good. That's how I feel, too. With the possible and partial exception of Glory, no one has the significant history with me that you four have. I can't see how I could ever meet another girl who would be so amazing that she could possibly take me away from any of you. I mean, the four of you are about the most amazing women imaginable, one by one, and together the whole is so much greater than the sum of the parts."

Katherine coughed up the word, "Christine."

"Oh. Yeah. Well, I really admire her, and I totally lust after her, but I don't truly love her."

Christine brought out Katherine's jealousy and she pointed out, "But that's only because you've never really spent that much time with her. You've stared at her honkin' hooters in class way more hours than you've actually talked to her. You could come to love her, easy. Maybe you already do and you just don't realize it."

"Maybe. But I've already vowed not to get involved with her for her own good, and I'm sticking to that 100 percent. So she's a non-issue. Anyway, Sis, she could never get between me and you. Never. You're my sister!"

"If you say so, Bro. I'm gonna have to trust you on that. Personally, when it comes to other women in general, I'm like Mom. I get so excited by seeing you take new conquests that I'm actually happy about it. Really. I'm not just saying that. Seeing you happy makes me happy and hot."

Amy chimed in, "Totally! And it's cool to see him spread the joy, you know what I mean? When I see someone like Ms. Rhymer or Simone, I feel a special bond with them. It's like, 'Yeah, she knows. She knows the deal. She's one of us now.' You know what I mean?"

Alan looked around and saw nothing but agreement at that sentiment too. He said, "That's good, 'cos I'm completely addicted to the multiple women lifestyle. There might come a woman I'd love so much that I'd want to make her a part of our close group. Maybe Glory, for instance, if she wanted it. But that woman would have to be completely okay with everything we've got going with each other, and you all would have to agree with it, too. And like Glory, I doubt if anyone will, because they don't share that history together that we all do. So I'm afraid that no matter what happens, I'm 'stuck' with the lot of you."

His words had him complaining about being stuck with them, but of course he didn't mean it. His face was beaming with happiness.

The others loved that speech. Again, all kinds of hugs, kisses, and talking broke out. The gist was that they all thoroughly approved.

He again had to quickly calm everyone down and resume the conversation, because he wanted to establish some things before the scouting van arrived, which could theoretically happen at any moment.

"What about Brenda?" Amy asked, as people were settling down.

Suzanne replied before Alan could. "Brenda's a whole different thing. She's in a unique situation because of her son. Susan and I have plans for her that we're all going to like and that will allow Alan to fuck her at will, but now's not the time to discuss that."

Alan thought, Brenda. Shit, if my life isn't complicated enough already. He tried to push thoughts of her out of his mind to focus on more pressing issues.

He stood up and walked in front of the others, and said, "Hold on. What about the hypocrisy issue? I'm sleeping with all kinds of women, and you're saying that you don't want to sleep with any other man. I know that's hypocritical, but I can't help myself. If someone like Brenda shows up and throws herself at me, I can't say no. But at the same time, if something like that were to happen to one of you, I'd feel horribly jealous. Is that situation really right? Is that fair?"

Susan emphatically answered, "Of course it is! Son, it's your right and your privilege to sleep with any woman you want! I get so proud and so HOT to hear about your conquests, like your total conquest of the cheerleading team! I'm going to be creaming for days about that one. I'm so proud of my children. My son is such a stud! And my daughter is turning into such a sexy, nympho vixen! Come here, you two!"

Alan, Katherine, and Susan engaged in another tight hug.

Still in an embrace with two topless beauties, Alan asked, "Aunt Suzy, everyone knows you're smart and wise. What do you think about the hypocrisy issue?"

"Well, it is blatantly unfair," she admitted. "Normally, it would piss me off like you wouldn't believe. But for some weird reason I can't get angry about it at all. Maybe it has to do with the whole alpha male dragging his woman to his cave thing or something. I know it's not PC, but... I try not to think about it too much. That's just how things are now, and it feels good. It feels right. Frankly, it gets me excited too." She stepped up and joined in the group hug.

"Yeah!" Amy rushed forward and joined the hug too.

CHAPTER 10

"Okay," Alan said formally. "How are we doing on time?"

That broke up the five way hug and made everyone a little bit anxious.

Suzanne stepped back and looked at her watch. "Seven twenty. I'd guess we have another ten minutes at the very least."

"Excellent. All right. Let's get back to the 'sex slave' and 'fuck toy' issue. Now, those are colorful terms, but what do they mean? Sis? What do you mean when you call yourself stuff like that? Are you really serious, or what? I can't figure it out."

"Big Cutlass Brother, when I call myself your fuck toy, what I guess I mean is that I feel as if my top priority is to serve you sexually, and make you happy. Nothing else is as important. You can and should order me about, and I'm eager to agree. I'm basically your toy or slave to do with as you please. And not just any fuck toy, I want to be your number one fuck toy!"

Amy raised her hand (she had a habit of formally raising her hand in group settings). "Ooh! Ooh! Can I talk?"

Alan nodded at her.

"I think Katherine loves the provocative language. But don't get hung up on the words. Just think about the meaning. It's just another way for her to say that she totally loves you and totally wants to make you happy. So do I! Totally super duper ultraisticallyfantastigigantoriffically! Words are just words. Go with it. Have fun with it!"

Katherine stepped up to Amy and embraced her in a tight hug. "Best friends forever! Aims, you said that so perfectly. That's exactly what I feel!"

Alan watched the two of them kiss and rub their bare racks together. He momentarily wondered why he had his erection locked away in his pants, but realized that he needed to focus on the discussion, not more sexual gratification.

Then Susan spoke up, diverting his attention. "Tiger, I know you're probably going to ask me that kind of question too. It's a bit demeaning for your own mother to say this, but Alan, Tiger, that's exactly what I want, too. Except, I think I'm probably even more serious about it. Nothing matters more to me than seeing you and Angel happy, and of course keeping you sexually satisfied is a huge part of that. I like to think of myself as your willing sex slave and fuck toy for you to do with exactly as you please. If that upsets you I don't have to say it aloud, but I'll still feel it in my heart."

"Angel..." Susan waited until Katherine stopped making out with Amy and looked her way. "Angel, you know that I love you as much as a mother can possibly love a daughter, don't you?"

"Of course, Mom, I don't doubt that for a second. It gives me so much confidence, knowing that you're there for me, heart and soul."

She walked up to her son and began rubbing her bare tits up and down his chest while continuing to look at Katherine. "Thanks, my sweet darling. But you're also aware that since Alan is a man, and a big-dicked man with insatiable cum needs to boot, the situation is different. It's just a fact that, in order to be a good mommy, I need to spend a large part of my day, every day, with my Tiger's cock in between my lips. And soon, thrusting between my legs." She added very firmly, "Good mommies get FUCKED."

"Of course, Mom," Katherine said in a cheery voice. "I don't feel slighted in the least. As his sister, I have the same cock-pleasing 'duties' as you do." She made quote marks in the air as she said "duties." "We've discussed this before." She winked at both Susan and Alan and added, "Good sisters get fucked too."

"I know, I just want things to do clear, Angel. Son, that's what I do, now. God obviously gave me this body so I can serve you with it." Her whole body was sliding up and down his. "Why else would he have burdened me with this huge tits that are quite literally a pain in the back side?" She reached in his pants and began stroking his rod. "Alan Junior needs a lot of attention. A lot! And I love it when you order me about! All you have to do is say, 'Assume the position,' and I start to cream! So yes. Call me a sex slave and a fuck toy! That's what I am, and what I want to be!" She stood proudly, as if such names were badges of great honor.

Alan kissed her. "Thanks, Mom. I love you, too. I hope that everything I do will make you happy and proud of me, too." As they kissed, they kept their mouths an inch or so from each other so the others could see their tongue play.

Susan added as they pulled away, "Son, you're a special case requiring extra devotion due to the never-ending task of keeping your balls well drained. But I love to serve. I admit it. I'm a submissive in all ways, and I've discovered that I'm bisexual. Seeing you all happy is what makes me happy. I aspire to be a fuck toy for everyone else here, too."

Katherine and Amy immediately spoke up. "Ooh! Me too! Me too!"

Alan noted, "So. It seems that sex slave and fuck toy isn't really so much a position thing as a dedication and devotion to aiming for complete sexual satisfaction. It's a commitment to everyone in the group, sexually. That seems right. I give all three of you the big thumbs up. You know I'm completely dedicated to keeping you all as sexually satisfied as I can, so in that sense I don't mind calling myself your sex slave too."

Susan was unhappy to hear him call himself a sex slave, but she let it slide, figuring it was just a poorly chosen metaphor.

CHAPTER 11

Then Alan turned to Suzanne. "So that leaves you. We should call you ... what? An independent woman. A nympho. That's a good word we all like. You know Suzanne that I'll love you just as much as ever, no matter what I call you. I like Amy's take. Words are just words. Let's not get hung up on them."

Suzanne was feeling the heat now. She still wanted to be as close to Alan as everyone else, but now she felt like she was being put in a position with an asterisk next to her name. She felt the others were all establishing relationships that she couldn't be a part of because of her objection to terms like "fuck toy" and "sex slave." But she didn't want to be left out. Her mind frantically scrambled to think. She said, "Wait a minute. Hold on a second, here."

Alan stood silently and waited, but some moments passed and Suzanne didn't say anything more. He finally prompted her, "What is it, Suzanne?"

She said, "I'm not crazy about your terms, but I hold a similar commitment in my heart. To all of you. For instance, I'm willing to say that starting from today, as long as I have you to love, I'll never touch another man. Not even my husband. I don't care! We're already sleeping in different beds and haven't had sex for years and years, but he'll have to understand that he's not even to touch me! Hell, I haven't touched another man since I got involved with you in any case."

Alan pressed, "Will you divorce him, too, if I ask you to?"

She found her heart suddenly pounding wildly. "I will, but only if it's my SON who asks me. So I'll do it, if you're willing to really call me 'Mother.' Your second mother. If you'll agree to be my son, I'll be happy to be called 'fuck toy' or 'sex slave' or anything else."

Suzanne said these words resolutely, but she didn't know where they were coming from. It was as if they came straight from her subconscious. She was completely surprised. But in fact, this had been her secret deep desire for years. She hadn't allowed herself to consciously think such thoughts because of fears it might mean she was trying to usurp Susan's place. Yet now that she said them, it was like a huge load was lifted from her heart, much like an emotionally tortured, closeted gay person feeling tremendous relief upon confessing his or her homosexuality.

She panted with relief and anticipation, and stared at Alan with hope and fear. There was nothing she wanted more in life than for him to agree to this idea. She held her breath.

Alan pondered the idea, and looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Then he looked over at Katherine and Amy. All of them were very anxious to see what he would say, but he couldn't really make out their feelings on the matter from their facial expressions.

Finally he looked back to Susan. "Mom, Suzanne's idea is in no way meant to be a replacement for you. She's talking about being a second mother. You're my number one mom and always will be. But Suzanne has essentially been my second parent for years. Don't you agree?"

Susan thought about that. My goodness! Suzanne as his second mother? That would make her my sister, wouldn't it? ... YES! It's so right! We're all meant to be family! God must be shining His love upon all of us today!

She gave him a great big smile that lit up the room.

He turned his eyes back to Suzanne. "I think it's time that we formally recognize that fact. ... Don't you agree, Mother?"

Chills ran up and down Suzanne's spine to hear Alan call her "mother." She jumped at him and gave him a huge bear hug. "Yes! Oh, yes! Son! My son! Did you hear that? Did everyone hear that? He called me mother!" She showered him with kisses, and he kissed back.

Their lips locked in a barn burner of a kiss.

But he pulled away faster than he would have wanted to, because he had to confirm that this was okay with the others, especially Susan and Amy. With Suzanne still draped around him in a loose hug, he asked, "What do you think, Mom? I won't agree with this unless you approve. Are you ready for Suzanne to be your sister?"

Susan was looking uncertain, but her eyes lit up at that. "Sister? I was hoping it would mean that. Sister! I love the sound of that!" She turned to Suzanne and went forward and took Alan's place in an embrace with her best friend. "Suzanne, of course you have my permission. You're his second mother, now. And my sister!"

The two women hugged and giggled like overexcited schoolgirls. Alan was temporarily forgotten while both of them thought about taking their best friends and lovers relationship to an even deeper level.

As Susan ran her hands down Suzanne's bare back, she reached the top of Suzanne's skirt. Annoyed, she yanked it down and then clutched her ass cheeks with both hands while they continued to kiss and gab excitedly.

Suzanne looked over where Amy and Katherine were standing. "And that makes me Katherine's second mother, too! Is that okay with you Katherine?"

The topless teen walked up and hugged the two nude mothers. "Of course! Call me 'Daughter' now, Mom!"

Alan looked over at Amy who was feeling left out, and along with him the only ones not in on the hug. He said, "Aims, what are you waiting for? Join the hug. If Suzanne is our mother, then that makes Susan your mother, too. And now Katherine and I have a new sister!"

"Oh! Cool! M'kay! Wow!" She ran forward and hugged Alan, and then went and hugged Katherine.

Soon Amy and Katherine were jumping up and down about being sisters in the exact same way that Susan and Suzanne were a minute before.

But as she hugged, Amy asked Alan, "But if I'm your sister, can I still be your official girlfriend, even though we're committing incest?"

"Of course, Aims. We'd have to kind of keep the sister thing secret from kids at school. But in my mind, you're not just kind of my sister, you really are my sister and Suzanne is my mother. One of them, I mean. It's been that way all along, hasn't it? We're just making it official now."

"Oh, Alan!" Amy gushed as she pulled Alan into the hug she was sharing with her new sister. She squeezed him so tight that he could hardly breathe.

Everyone seemed to be bouncing between this and that hug, but finally all five of them merged into one great big embrace.

A big group hug went on for a minute or two. There was a lot of kissing going on, and a few more items of clothing fell by the wayside somehow. Now, all four women were buck naked except for their high heels, while Alan was still fully dressed in T-shirt and pants, except that his hard-on was sticking out of his fly. It seemed like a dozen different hands were trying to hold on to Alan's erection at the same time, and that wasn't so far from the truth. But the hug slowly broke up.

Alan was the first to pull away. He looked around at the four women now standing happily before him. He chuckled as he realized that he was the only one wearing any clothes. He found it strangely empowering.

He was still conscious of the time, and gave another short speech as his four nude beauties stood right before him. "I'm so happy and in love with all of you. I can't tell how much it means to me to get this kind of support and love from all four of you after everything that's happened lately, especially what went down with Glory today. This just feels so right, doesn't it? We should have done this years ago, because this is really our natural family! Suzanne, OF COURSE you're our second mother! That's why I was calling you Aunt Suzy all these years, because on some level I knew you were really family. But now I don't have to call you that any more. Now you're just 'Mother.' Try it out, Sis."

Katherine smiled at Suzanne. "Hey Mother, how ya doing?"

Suzanne rushed at her and hugged her, then stretched her body out and pulled Alan into the hug. "Hi, daughter! You two are great!" She was too emotionally overjoyed to say more, and fought back tears of joy.

Alan turned back to Susan to reassure her some more. "Remember, Mom, Suzanne is in no way a replacement for you; she's a replacement for Ron. You're my number one mom and always will be. But every child should have two parents." He said with a big grin, "I'm just really lucky that they're both amazing women who also love having sex with me."

Susan nodded in understanding.

Alan noticed that she was crying tears of joy, just like Suzanne was. In fact, he looked around and saw that everyone was crying now. He started to get choked up himself, when he realized how strong the love in the room was.

Suzanne happily thought to herself as she pulled back from the hug, I didn't know I was creating a monster when I started this whole scheme, but I'm so glad I did! I thought I was in control and directing events, but now I'm one of four women in his ... harem. That's right! I'm a fuck toy in his harem. In my son's harem! My son! I don't care if it sounds demeaning; words are just words... And frankly, 'fuck toy' kind of turns me on. Well, sometimes, anyway. The important thing is that my dream has come true! We're all one family now. It's actually happened! My dream of one giant, endless orgy of love and sex is really, truly here!

She felt so giddy with delight she thought she would faint. The tears of joy poured down her face.

CHAPTER 12

Alan felt more than joyous, he felt full of love. Yet he also felt greatly aroused, and the whole thing was a big power trip too. He thought, I'm going to have these four beauties in my life forever and ever! As my loves, my family, and my sex slaves! These perfect bombshells are totally sexually devoted to me and I can still go out and fuck anybody I like. Hot damn! Does it get any better than that?! Just like Suzanne, he was so overwhelmed that he felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

Then he thought, But as great as that is, the even better thing is the love. It's true I'd love them all even if they were butt ugly. They're just all so lovable! I don't know what I'd do without them. I just couldn't take it if anything happened to any of them!

Now he started crying without restraint. He had to sit down to recover.

Katherine appeared by his side and leaned into him with a supporting hug. "What is it, Brother?"

"I'm not sad, not at all. I'm just so overwhelmed. This is the greatest day of my life!" He fought back the tears and then dried his face.

"I know what you mean. Hang in there though. You're doing great." She kissed the top of his head and stood back to give him space.

Speaking more generally to everyone as he remained sitting there with his dick poking out of his pants, he said, "Wow. I'm so overwhelmed. I don't think there's ever been any one as lucky as me. I'm just glad to know how much you all love me."

Suzanne said, "It's not luck. Trust me. Some luck, yes, but you're more responsible for this than you'll ever know. You're just so damn handsome and lovable!"

What she meant was the fact that the six times a day scheme wasn't a complete accident of fate, but brought about by her lust and love for him. But she couldn't say what she wanted to say any more directly without giving that secret away. She knew there was a lot of luck involved, but she also felt that he'd handled the cards he'd been dealt extremely well.

Alan turned back to Amy. "Now, Amy, my new sister, how are you feeling about all this?"

"Great! Super! This is the greatest ever! It's like my family just doubled. How cool is that? And I love all these new titles! "Sister." "Daughter." They make me totally hot. I think this is my favoritest day of all time, too! I can't wait until you come back from your trip! My own brother is going to fuck my ass for the first time! And I hope that's just for starters, 'cos my cunt is already feeling so empty and lonely!"

Alan smiled then turned towards Suzanne. "There is one fly in the ointment about all of this. Everyone has declared their complete love and sexual devotion to everyone else, but Mother, what about you and Amy?"

"I just love it when you call me 'Mother'! Can you do that again?"

He grinned. "What would you like me to say, Mother?"

Suzanne was smiling from ear to ear. "Ooh! I love it!" She had to hold her breasts in place because she was bouncing up and down excitedly on her heels so much.

Alan said loudly, "Hey, everybody. I have a suggestion, by the way. It's going to get confusing with all these mothers and siblings. I suggest we call Susan nothing but her name or 'Mom' or 'Mommy' and we call Suzanne nothing but her name or 'Mother.' That way we can avoid confusion. And Katherine can still be 'Sis' since I always call her that, while Amy can be 'Sister.' How does that sound?"

Everyone agreed and they all were quite happy with it.

He stood up. His hard-on was still pointing straight out through his pants. He continued, "Now, back to my point. What about Suzanne and Amy? Are you two going to be sexually involved with each other? I think it's time. It's inevitable."

Suzanne replied tentatively, "I have serious objections to that idea. But in the spirit of group unity and I guess a reflection of my new sex slave status, I'll follow your orders. I'll do it to please you." To herself she thought, God, I'm starting to sound like Susan, with these comments where I don't even fool myself! As is I wouldn't love making love to Amy. The problem is, I'd love it too much!

"No you won't," Alan said, surprising everyone. "First off, it doesn't become you to call yourself a sex slave. I'm glad that you showed the flexibility to agree to that, but I know it still rankles you, so as far as I'm concerned you're still the same old Suzanne that I know and love. I'm not going to call you any term like that unless you find it arousing and pleasing if I do, and you shouldn't hide behind your supposed loss of freedom. There's been no loss of freedom here. Everybody's doing exactly what they want to do. If, for instance you wanted to sleep with your other son, Brad, I'd even be willing to agree to that. It would pain me, but he is your son, so I think that's a special case. Of course I want you all to myself, but I'd feel guilty to hold you back from something you really want to do."

"I appreciate that, Son." Suzanne smiled at saying "son."

Susan clenched her fists and shouted out with dismay, "NO!"

Suzanne held up a hand. "Hold on, hold on, I'm not done. I was saying that I appreciate the offer, but I most certainly am not going to get involved with Brad. We have such a perfect group here and that would just ruin everything. He'll never be anything like you; there's no place for him in any of this. He wouldn't be able to share and he'd turn the whole group into a disaster. That's just how it is."

Susan visibly relaxed at that, and everyone else did too.

Suzanne went on, "Each person is what they are. Frankly, I know mothers aren't supposed to say this, they're supposed to say they love all their children equally, but that isn't always true. The Pestridge family is divided. Amy and I make up one group and stick together, while Brad takes after his father and has drifted away from me just like Eric has. So forget him in this, and forget any other male."

Alan didn't want to admit it, but he felt a great relief at that. He didn't really like Brad and couldn't imagine sharing with him, but had made the offer in an effort to not be completely hypocritical.

She continued, "You're the only one I want, Sweetie. You're right. I'm not agreeing to anything I don't already want to do. There's a part of me that minds being called a sex slave, but there's another part that finds it a turn on. I'm happy with that name so long as it's just a hat I can wear sometimes during sex, when I'm in the right mood, but otherwise keep off."

Alan nodded. "Of course! That goes for everyone! I want, no, I need, to be treated just like a normal teenager on all things outside of sex. I hope that's always been understood. Otherwise I'm going to become insufferable and spoiled. I fear that's already kind of happening. I mean, look at you all, standing there in just your high heels in order to-"

Susan butted in, "But Tiger! How can you say that? You're so much more than a lover to me. I want to pamper and adore you in every way." She blushed and said with her head bowed down, "I want you to replace Ron and sleep with me in my master bed."

Katherine laughed. "Dr. Freud has just entered the building!"

Suzanne commented drolly, "I think Freud permanently lives in this house. And now the incestuous relationships have just multiplied, because I take the second mother title dead seriously. Susan, it's fine that you feel that way, but let's face it. You've always spoiled Alan and Katherine, and only kept them in line with your unlimited love and their desire to please you. That's why it'll be so much better with you and me as mothers. We can be a 'good cop, bad cop' team."

Alan said, "Good point, Suzanne, or should I say, Mother."

Suzanne felt a thrill of excitement run up and down her spine when he said that word.

He went on, "And Mom, you know I love you just the way you are, and I adore you too. But let's talk about these kind of things like sleeping arrangements later, and focus on the issue at hand, which is slipping away from me. Suzanne and Amy. Suzanne, about Amy. I'm not forcing you to get physical with her. I don't want you to do it if that's how you still feel about it. But I think you want it, too. You're just having trouble admitting it. Are you really serious about this mother thing? If so, why would you have sex with one daughter, but not the other?"

Suzanne could have pointed out it was because she and Amy had the only real genetic relationship in the whole group, but she didn't. Instead, she said, "You're right. I do want it. I want it so bad that I can barely stand it. I guess that's why I could never figure out a solution to the 'Amy problem' in the whole picture, because secretly I've wanted her in bed with the rest of us. Amy, come here to your mother."

Amy gladly walked forwards and stood before Suzanne. Then they hugged. It was like they were touching each other for the first time. They held each other hesitantly at first, and then made small, exploratory kisses on each other's cheeks. But within a minute they were fully French kissing. After another minute, they were kissing as if they'd been lovers for years.

As her daughter began to fondle her huge breasts, Suzanne gasped, then pulled back and complained, "The van! The van is coming! Coming soon!"

"Let it come! I don't care!" Amy said as she dropped her head down and buried it in Suzanne's chest. She kissed her mother's nipples, and licked her boobs all over. "Mmm, Mother, I love your big tits," she moaned as her whole face was smothered in them. "I've been waiting to really get my hands on these for so long!"

"Me too!" Suzanne exclaimed, as she also fondled her daughter's boobs. "I've been noticing your growth spurt lately, and it makes me so proud, and horny. But I've heard you have such a tight cunt! I can't wait to get in there with my tongue!"

"Oh Mom! That sounds so sexy!"

They ran their hands all over each other's bodies, especially their asses.

"All right," Alan barked suddenly. "That's enough for now. I would like nothing more than to sit around and watch you two go at it. But again, we have to remember the time! They could be here any second now. How much do you think they'd like to look in the window and see a mother and daughter totally naked and going at it with each other?"

He smiled at that naughty thought. Actually, they'd probably like it a whole lot, since they're a bunch of horny buggers. But we'd also get in a whole lot of trouble.

Suzanne nodded and disengaged herself from Amy. She was ready to completely abandon herself to her lusts for her daughter; Alan's halt only delayed the moment when that was bound to happen.

But at the same time, Suzanne thought to herself, My God, what am I doing? That was close. This is real incest! Why am I willing to do anything for pleasure? I conceived her! She came out of my vagina, and now she'll be going back in with her tongue and fingers. ... Yet I love it!

Who am I kidding by resisting? Let's face it. As far as anyone here is concerned, Amy and I fucking each other is a foregone conclusion. And you know what? It's right. It will complete the circle. It has to happen!

Amy and Suzanne stood back from each other, and walked backwards until they joined a line with Katherine and Susan. The four females now stood expectantly in front of Alan. They were waiting to see what he would do or say next.

He grabbed his dick with one hand since it was bouncing around too much. He thought to himself, They're waiting for orders! All four of them! It's like I'm their drill instructor or something. No, it's like I'm their master, because that's what I am: their master!

Spurred by these thoughts, he asked, "Another wording question. When it comes to sexual things, what do you think of the word 'Master'?"

Not surprisingly, Katherine answered first. "Alan, Brother, I am SOOOO all over that word! I keep trying to call you that, but you won't let me! I propose that we all call Alan 'Master' and treat him as such. But only in sexual matters, of course." She was like Susan and didn't really see a distinction between the sexual and nonsexual in her treatment of him, and loved the idea of him running the house in every way. But she added that last part to make the idea more palatable for Suzanne and for him.

Amy raised her hand. "Oooh! Oooh! I second the motion! That sounds like fun."

Susan also raised her hand, as if they were suddenly following parliamentary rules of order. "Me too. We can't have a harem without a master. He is MY master, regardless of what anyone else says. I just hope we can all openly admit what he is."

That turned Alan on tremendously. He was having a really hard time not stroking his iron hard penis (he knew that if he did, Susan would have a big "sins of Onan" conniption fit). He turned to Suzanne to get her reaction before he said anything.

She smiled at him. "In sexual things only. In all other things I'm going to kick your ass if you're a bad kid." She winked. "Master."

Alan nodded sagely and acknowledged Suzanne's response without smiling back. He was calm on the outside aside from his shaking hands, but on the inside his heart was pounding intensely and his penis seemed to be about to spontaneously shoot out a big load. He reeled in the fact that even Suzanne freely called him "Master."

He coughed, then announced. "We're all one big family now. I am now your master, I suppose."

Susan groaned. "You suppose?! Come on, Son! Look at us." She waved a hand in the general direction of herself and the other three buck naked voluptuous vixens standing next to her. "And look at you."

"Okay, I'm your master. But I'm a very unusual master, because I love you all so dearly, and I consider myself a slave to all of you. It's my duty to keep you all as happy and loved and sexually satisfied as I possibly can. And in return, you'll do the same for me, and we'll all simply die of joy, together. That means that for the four of you, there is now nothing more important sexually than pleasing me. If you agree, say, 'Yes, Master.'"

All four of them said, "Yes, Master," in unison. There was no more excited bouncing around because the mood had turned solemn. They all realized this was a crucial moment in all their lives.

Again, he merely nodded. He felt as if he was some kind of military sergeant inspecting his troops. He didn't know what to do or say next, and just seemed frozen, staring at them. It was taking time for everything to sink in. He felt waves and waves of happiness as he realized that he really could be with these four for the rest of his life. It was nearly too much. Then he said, "And there's nothing more important to me, sexually, than pleasing you. That's what makes this work. It's all about the joy of giving and receiving."

The others all nodded at that.

Then suddenly Susan rushed out of the room, holding her breasts from bouncing as she scurried away. She reappeared seconds later with pen and paper in her hand. "Tiger! Let's make this official!"

"Huh?"

"What we all agreed on is going to be the basis of all our lives. We should all sign a pact on it, right now, so we can mark this precious moment forever and make sure there's no backsliding. Here, let me write something up."

But Suzanne stepped up and snatched the pen away. "No you don't. Sorry, Susan, but if you write it, it'll end up being a two-page breathless description of Alan's big cock. Let me."

Susan saw that Suzanne had a point about that, but compromised. "We'll do it together."

There was a lot of whispering between the two mothers as they bent over the paper while the other three looked on.

Alan was mentally wiped out and kept his mind more or less blank. He focused on watching their two asses swaying back and forth as they stayed bent over a table. He noticed their pussies were dripping copiously. He asked, "Um, ladies, do you think maybe you'll regret what you're writing tomorrow when you look at it and you're not totally in heat? I mean, your thighs are flooded."

"Nope," Suzanne said firmly as she ran a finger through the rivulets on her thighs to see just how wet she was. Then she held her wet finger an inch in front of Susan's mouth, letting her suck it clean. "Not an issue. Besides, whenever are we NOT in heat lately?" She and Susan went back to whispering and writing something.

Alan was content to just watch their swaying asses, although he was tempted to walk up to one of them and slip his dick in. They were at just the right height. He especially eyed Susan's gushing slit. The forbidden pussy. My mom's pussy. Soon not to be forbidden anymore! Hell, my two moms' pussies. Whoa!

Amy and Katherine also just stared at the swaying asses, and the ripe pussies between them. But sometimes they'd occasionally glance towards the front door.

Suzanne eventually scribbled something on the paper and then the two of them looked up.

"Ta-da!" Suzanne said. "Here we go. Let me read it to you: The Plummer Family Pact. We hereby agree to start a new family, consisting of Alan, Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne. We may not have all been born as family, but we are truly family to each other in every way from today. Alan is the head of the family, and master of the family harem. We trust him to lead us in sexual matters and we pledge to obey his every desire. Alan has the right to sleep with any other women he chooses, within reason, but his first priority is with his harem. The women of this harem pledge to avoid any physical intimacy with other men without exception and devote themselves fully to pleasing Alan and his insatiable cock. Any new women wanting to join our harem must be approved by us all. We are one family, united in love and sex and eternal friendship."

She paused, then said, "How does that sound? Does anyone have anything to add? ... No?" Still, no one spoke. "Sweetie? What do you think?"

Alan looked blown away, because he was. Having the words on paper made everything seem more real somehow. "Me? To be honest, I can't really think right now. I feel so overwhelmed. I mean, I'm really just a kid. A very lucky kid. A harem? With all of you? I still can't believe it."

Amy laughed. "Somebody just took a time machine back to last month, you silly willy. Get used to it, Brother. It is what it is."

Alan mulled that over. "'It is what it is.' Aims, you can be so wise. That's so simple, but so deep. I'll tell you guys what. I'll think it over while I'm gone and maybe I'll come up with some amendments later."

The others nodded. Then, one by one, all five of them signed the paper. The mood was solemn and serious as they all contemplated the long-term commitments they were making.

Alan watched the four naked women as they signed the paper, and then he looked down at his erection. He said, "Okay. Now certainly it must be time for me to go. I say it's time for me to say my good-byes. Then I should go wait with my pack by the curb."

During Susan's good-bye hug, she whispered in his ear, "Suzanne is such a meanie. I wanted the document to clearly state how you've tamed us all, but she wouldn't allow it. I wanted to call it 'The Terms of Total Surrender.' She's such a party pooper. But you have no idea how hot blooded I am, knowing that your control over me, and all of us, is official!" Then she gave him a toe curling kiss.

It took a good five minutes of French kissing, groping, and a lot of cock stroking before the good-byes were done.

CHAPTER 13

Torn between the need to get presentable in case the scouts saw them and the desire to stay naked and frolic, the women eventually put the clothes they'd taken off back on, but slowly and reluctantly, and only after much cajoling.

Alan reluctantly stuffed his dick in his pants and zipped up his fly. Seeing the others were finishing up dressing, he exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, I'm only gonna be gone for the weekend! You'd think I was going away to Europe for a year or something, the way you're all carrying on!" He was exasperated but very pleased with all the affection and love.

Susan said, "Believe me, I'm extremely aware that you'll be coming back soon, though not soon enough! I'll be waiting for you. In case it isn't completely, 100% clear, I'll be waiting on my bed with my legs spread wide open." She grabbed him by the chin to ensure that she had his full and undivided attention. "I expect you to finally fuck my brains out. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a bowed head as if he was being chewed out, but he was just playing.

Susan roughly grabbed him and began kissing him all over again. "I love you, Tiger. You know that. I'll be counting the hours!"

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I hope you're ready the minute I get home on Sunday night."

"Oh I will be, you can be sure of that," she said confidently as she yanked her dress off and thrust her chest out. They she sat down on a nearby couch, happily preening and showing off her topless state by raising her arms above her head.

Alan chuckled, thinking, Her chest was covered for a good two minutes there. He looked at Amy and saw she'd somehow lost her clothes again, too. He suddenly changed the topic. "From now on, I pledge to be more honest about sexual matters. Mom, I'm sorry I hid that I was fucking Sis and then that I was fucking Suzanne. You're not mad at me and Sis for lying, are you? I feel bad about sneaking around your back."

"Of course I'm mad at you. In theory. But I understand it was necessary. You have your insatiable needs, and at the time I wasn't ready to fully accept all the implications of that. But if we're going to make this unusual family work, we have to have complete honesty and trust. There have been too many schemes and scares. No more lies, okay?"

"Okay," said a chastised Alan.

Thinking about her own lactation secret, she quickly added, "Unless it's for a good cause, like a surprise birthday party or something." She still held her arms above her head, acting like she was fixing her hair.

"Of course."

She beamed a wicked smile. "From now on, the only time you're going to be going around my back is when you're stuffing your huge, throbbing cock up my asshole or taking me doggy style. I already have some ideas on how the two of you can make it up to me."

He pretended confusion. "Hmm. Could one of those ways have something to do with this spot?"

He walked up to where she was sitting on a couch. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her knees were at her chest. Then he grabbed at her crotch and poked through her panties with his finger. "Panties," he said, and chuckled.

She kicked her feet up around her head and squealed in delight. "Look everybody! Look how he just tosses me around! My son knows just how to treat his fuck toy mommy!"

Susan had put her panties on a couple of minutes earlier when Alan told them all to dress up like "normal women" in case the scout master or anyone else came to the door. But to Alan, the very notion of his mother wearing underwear now seemed laughable. He knew she'd take the underwear off as soon as the scout van left, even though he wouldn't be around for the rest of the weekend. She and the others had started going without underwear because he asked them to, but now they did it because they loved it.

He could easily see the wet spot around his finger growing before his eyes.

Susan grabbed his finger as it was pulling away and ground it back into her hole. With her other hand she tried to pull her panties off. She panted, "Tiger, you're making me hot! Too hot! I'm burning up!"

She gave up trying to remove her panties for the moment and grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands instead. Leaning in inches from his face, she said excitedly, "Son, just blow off your scouting trip. It's not too late. Screw the scouts! We'll just tell them you're sick. Stay here and fuck us all, all weekend long! My pussy is ready and waiting for you, right now!"

Alan was tempted, extremely tempted. As he stood there, he thought, Fuck yeah! Why not? He was going to say as much out loud. Screw the lack of time and everything else. Why should I abstain all weekend, even while my friend Sean spends the whole time in Los Angeles, fucking Xania's brains out? I need to screw my mom this very instant! He didn't say anything, but the others could tell what he was planning on doing by the possessed look on his face.

But then Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, don't even think about it! You know how important it is for you to carry on a semblance of a normal life. This is a big test for you. Will you completely give in to your sexual desires, or will you show some backbone? Don't disappoint me. You know that your first fuck will be so much better if you let your desire, and the size and content of your balls, build up all weekend. Not to mention, your penis is going to up and fall off if you don't give it a rest. Seriously. Alan Junior is suffering. If you do it now, it won't be as great as it should be."

She cast a quick glance at Susan. "Sorry. I don't mean to contradict you, but I think it's important for our son to be his own master, first and foremost. That means mastering his desires, no matter how great or small they might be."

Susan grew a bit sober at that and nodded. "Yes, Sister. You're perfectly right. I'm so glad you're here to help balance me out."

Although Alan was sincerely disappointed, he agreed with a nod and dropped his finger from Susan's panties. "How could my desire grow any more? It's just not possible! ... But I guess you're right, Mother. I can see what you mean now about the 'good cop, bad cop' thing."

He turned to Susan. "Sorry, Mom. It's better if we wait. When I come back I'm gonna be so hard, so ready! It'll be the greatest fuck in the history of humanity, you just wait and see!"

She smiled. "I know it will be. I'll be waiting. Counting the hours. But there's just one thing. You're not seriously planning on leaving with a bad case of blue balls, are you? What's Alan Junior doing tucked away? Bring him out to play!"

They kissed on the lips. Susan let him do all the hugging though, because she used both hands to unzip his fly and whip his erection back into the open. Then her two hands stayed right there to start stroking it.

The look on her face was one of pure bliss.

Alan then kissed Katherine, and Katherine kissed Susan. Soon everybody was kissing everybody else. Suzanne and Amy even kissed each other some more, even though they still hadn't gotten used to it. The sexual tension was at an extreme high.

Whomever happened to be kissing Alan generally took over stroking his throbbing rod. Clothes that were put on a few minute before were flying back off. Before long, Alan's T-shirt and pants were the only clothes anyone still had on (not counting the shoes and heels).

Alan looked down at his dick and saw both Susan and Katherine pumping it in rhythm, as if they had one mind.

But while their hands were sliding back and forth over his shaft, Susan had her other hand on Katherine's head and she was staring intently into her eyes. "Angel, I love you so much. I've been so distraught about you moving away, you and Tiger, leaving me all alone. But now, we can be together forever, can't we?"

"Of course we can, Mom! We're cock slaves. We'll be doing this kind of thing for years and years and years!" She looked down at their hands and saw that she had a hand that wasn't doing anything and that Alan's balls were not being attended to. She quickly rectified that situation.

"You're not gonna get tired of me, of mothering you all the time? You probably don't want your ol' mother around."

"Mom, you're not like other mothers. I love having you near. True, you've always been mom-ish, but you've been my good friend, too. Maybe in the future, you could be less of a mom and more of a sister. And a lover. Not to mention a fellow slave and fuck toy. We have so many things to share together now. I love you, Mom, and not just as a daughter, but as a lover. I don't want you to leave me."

"Oh! Angel! That makes me so happy. I get so worried about being old and unwanted!"

"Don't!"

The two of them began kissing each other so intently that they momentarily forgot about their stroking. In fact, with their hands and arms all over each other, Alan's dick was left untouched.

But all the stroking and talking had gotten Alan quite worked up. He knew it wasn't exactly common place for a mother and daughter to be talking matter-of-factly about being "cock slaves" while rubbing their busty racks together and sharing a handjob. Giving in to the inevitable, he realized that he'd be cumming soon, whether he liked it or not. He thought, Shit, what am I holding out for, anyways? Mom's right. I need to cum before I go or I'll be hating life all weekend.

CHAPTER 14

He looked down at his erection poking through the fly of his pants and wondered why he still had pants on at all. He began fumbling with his belt in an effort to take them off. But he was so excited that his hands were shaking.

He barked, "Okay! That's it! I can't take it any more! Fuck the scouts! I'll go on this trip, but not until I can unload this big hot load I've got building up. I don't care who sees! Jesus Christ, we're all basically buck naked anyways!" He let his pants drop to the ground. Then he held his erection straight out, drawing even more attention to it than usual. It seemed to be longer and harder than ever before.

He looked around to the four of them and wondered what he was going to do to whom. "I think I need to celebrate my new mother and sister! You two get naked and assume the position!"

Suzanne and Amy rushed forward and dropped to their knees before him. Within seconds they were eagerly lapping their tongues on each side of his hard-on.

Alan was stunned at how fast even Suzanne obeyed his "assume the position" without any hesitation or resentment at being ordered around. He felt heady with power.

As Suzanne's long tongue practically wrapped itself all the way around Alan's trembling erection, she thought, I remember when I used to be such an ardent feminist. And I still am, generally speaking. Gender equality is a very important thing and I proudly support that as much as ever. And yet, my daughter and I are sitting on our knees before our Master and we're pleasuring his cock with our tongues. And I'm loving it! I know there's a contradiction there, but I don't care! I've never been so happy in my entire life!

Not only do I have a new son, a new daughter, AND a new sister, but Amy's looking at my like she's ready to throw me to the ground and do me all night long! And I'm sure I'm looking at her the same way. The sparks are flying between us and we're channeling all our passions into this dual blowjob. Alan is such a fuckin' lucky bastard, but I love him just the same.

Indeed, Alan was having a great time, and his PC muscle was working overtime. He saw Susan and Katherine standing there looking disappointed. Their kissing had ended and they both looked sad to be missing out on all the cocksucking action. So he barked at them, "And you two. Assume the position too! Play with each other while I'm busy over here!"

He was surprised at how much they both loved that. They fell to their knees and immediately began making out so passionately that they were rolling around on the floor before very long.

But the sexual heat in the room was so overwhelming that he figured he could have said just about anything and they would have gone off like firecrackers.

Suzanne and Amy were caught up in the excitement too. They excitedly fondled themselves while working on Alan's dick. One would take the end of his erection and periodically swallow it, while the other would take the base of his penis and his balls.

But they were also extremely hot for each other, so soon they alternated between jointly sucking and licking his penis, and then switching to jacking him off with many hands while their tongues danced madly in each other's mouths.

The only downside to the whole situation was that Alan was forced to remain standing and facing the front of the house to keep checking for the scout van. They had a big front yard with a lot of trees and greenery, so the odds of anyone even looking into the front rooms of the house was very low. But he stood in a strategic spot that allowed him to see if there was any passing traffic on the street while hiding all the women, since they were much closer to the floor than he was.

Alan wasn't worried about being seen. But he was worried about the van coming before he wanted to cum. He was on a trigger and could cum at any time, but he was having so much fun that he hoped he could hold out until the last possible second his body would allow. And an even bigger problem was getting ready quickly, when the scout van did finally come. It seemed certain Alan was going to look and smell like he'd just stepped out of an orgy, because he basically was in the middle of an orgy.

Then Susan had a great idea and rushed off to the phone.

She came back into the living room and saw that not only were Amy and Suzanne still busy with their dual blowjob, but Katherine was kneeling behind Alan with her tongue up his ass.

Susan said, "Angel, what a great idea! That looks like such fun. But listen, everybody! I have great news! It just occurred to me that Mr. McFadden might have a cell phone!" McFadden was the name of Alan's scoutmaster and was the one driving the van. "I called his wife at home and she gave me the number, and then I called him. He's still miles away from here! He's about to pick up the Delgado boy a good ten minutes to the east. I told him we didn't mind at all if he comes here last since you're running behind."

Alan's eyes lit up. "Mom! You're a fuckin' genius! Why didn't I think of calling him earlier?"

Susan looked at the three heads of hair bobbing up and down around his midsection. "I think you've been a bit distracted, dear." She giggled.

"Hmmm. Good point." He laughed.

He looked down at Amy and Suzanne hungrily slurping and licking on his Johnson. Just the sight was almost too arousing for him to take. The actual sensations felt so good he practically felt like passing out, especially since Katherine had an index finger up his asshole now and knew just how to stimulate his prostate gland. He knew he was going to cum soon, and he was eager for it to happen.

But then he realized that if he had more time, it would be a shame to blow his load right away. He wanted to enjoy every last minute he could, before he would be forced to go without sex for two whole days. An idea popped into his head and he liked it so much that he wanted to implement it immediately. Plus, it would give his penis a much needed strategic break.

"Wait a minute!" he practically screamed. He hopped out of range of Amy, Suzanne, and Katherine and their hungry mouths. "One last idea! I want all four of you to get naked and stand next to each other so I can see four sets of huge, gorgeous tits all lined up in a row. Then that image will be in my mind all weekend, keeping me going."

That led to quick action. In less than a minute, all four females were buck naked and lined up for him.

Suzanne stood on the far left, then Katherine, Amy, and Susan. They all pressed into each other, creating one solid line of eight tits. He whistled appreciatively. "What an amazing sight! I wish I could have a picture of that. Too bad we haven't taken any pictures that I could take on the trip with me."

Susan muttered, "Camera's in the cabinet above the stereo just behind you."

So Alan rushed over and grabbed the camera, then quickly took a few pictures and threw the camera onto a couch. Even though he couldn't have pictures for the trip, if only for security reasons, he figured it was a moment worth saving for posterity nonetheless.

The others meanwhile were facing the front of the house, so all of them frequently looked out towards the windows to see if the scouting van or anyone else could see them. They rationally knew the van wasn't coming just yet due to Susan's phone call, but they all felt as if it could arrive at any second just the same.

Susan knew he hated to make comparisons amongst his lovers, but she was so proud of her big that she couldn't help but ask, "Tiger, whose tits do you like the best?"

Alan walked back and forth in front of them, as if lost in consideration about who had the best chest. "I know which tits are the biggest, that much is obvious." He gave Suzanne's hooters a squeeze, and then Susan's. "We should really measure you two to see who is number one. Not that it really matters, since it's such a photo finish."

Knowing that breast size was a sore topic for Katherine, he added, "But size isn't everything. Everyone's tits here are big. But who has the best? There's shape and feel and taste and so much more to consider."

He walked back and forth, first grabbing one tit then another. He noticed that Amy, who was a couple of inches shorter than the rest, stood on her toes in her heels to better match the height of the others.

"Hurry up, Tiger!" Susan said in agitation. She playfully added, "Pick mine and be done with it! You know mine are the best." She shook her giant rack tantalizingly.

Suzanne didn't verbally respond to that, but she thrust her chest out even further than before, in the manner Susan loved to do.

He felt remarkably calm and assured as he continued to examine his four "sex slaves" while wearing just his T-shirt. "You know, to be honest, I like all your tits equally. I know you know how I'm always mindful of being diplomatic, but this time it's really true. I love how sensitive Mom's are, but then it's really great how firm Katherine's are or how pink Suzanne's nipples are. I just wanna bury my face in all of 'em and play with you all the whole day long."

He noticed that Susan frowned a bit but Katherine had a great big smile. In truth, he did like Susan's breasts the best (mainly because he was well aware that touching them aroused her so much), but he was being diplomatic for Katherine's sake.

He looked down their bodies. "Boobs are great, but they aren't everything. One could argue that a nice pussy is much more important."

He reached out and began fingering Suzanne's pussy, and then Katherine's with his other hand. He slowly worked his hands up and down down the line of women, keeping both hands in different pussies at all times.

The women continued to stand ramrod straight with their boobs pressed against each other, almost as if they were taking part in a military inspection. They seemed not to react to his fingering, as if it was a part of military hazing trick designed to get their guard down. His stiff penis dangled temptingly, which caused all the females to lick their lips repeatedly. But none dared reach out and touch it without knowing if that's what he wanted.

"Shaved vs. hairy. Now there's a very tough choice," he mused. He stroked Susan's hairy pussy and Amy's shaved one at the same time. "Variety is good, too. I like it both ways." Finally he concluded, "Katherine, I don't know what it is, but there's something extra special about your pussy."

She beamed.

"Of course, I talk about appearance. When it comes to feel, Amy's is so tight. And Suzanne's vaginal muscles are so incredible. I can't even wait to see what Mom's will be like. But Katherine, yours is the best all around. It's so symmetrical and nice, and I love the taste."

He continued, "But I'm also an ass and legs man. Why don't you all turn around, reach down, and touch your toes."

Suzanne was getting worried too. "Sweetie, if someone looks in the window, they'll see four naked asses sticking up in the air!"

"Exactly," he pointed out. "Wouldn't that be fun?" he asked with an impish grin. "But they'd pretty much have to walk up to the front door first to see into this room of the house, so don't worry too much. I'll keep an eye out. We're actually safer with you bending over than standing."

All of them bent for him and froze with their butts sticking out at an outrageous angle. They vied with each other to stick and wiggle their asses as high as they could into the air.

Alan noted with approval that all four women were still wearing their high heeled shoes. I love it - they're dressing just for me! Or undressing, as the case may be, heh, heh. Their feet must get sore wearing heels all the time. It really shows just how strong their love is for me. I wonder what I could do to reciprocate for that near daily gesture.

He picked up the camera and took a few more pictures. Then he put it back down so he could fondle with both hands. "Now, let's see. Who has the best ass? I need to study a picture of this scene, too." He began groping butts, even as he stuck his fingers and thumbs into their anuses and pussies. "Such a tough choice. Everyone is in perfect shape. No flab."

Then he put a hand on his erection and began stroking it over their butts, moving up and down the line, dragging his hardness across ass cheeks, pussy lips, and sliding it up and down ass cracks. He thought, It's strange how I love these four women so much, yet I'm also treating them like meat, as if I was inspecting thoroughbred horses to buy. The thing is, they really like it. Even Suzanne's all hot and bothered.

Susan was getting nervous that she couldn't see if the van was coming or not. She complained, "Son, I love it, but I'm so scared! The van! What about the van?"

Alan just ignored that. He recalled a sexual fantasy Katherine had once shared with him of eight or so of his harem girls in a line, all panting and begging him to fuck them next. He thought, That crazy fantasy is actually a reality! The number is just a little off, that's all.

He stopped for a moment before Amy. "You know, Aims, you have an exceptionally fine ass."

"Thank you, Brother! I'm so glad you like it!" She nearly turned red with embarrassment and delight. "Can I really call you brother?"

"Of course you can, Sister."

She giggled with glee.

He pushed his penis into her pussy and fucked her with a few strokes while he went on to calmly describe her ass. "It's so wide and soft and plump, yet somehow firm and unflabby, too. I can't wait until I get to fuck your tiny back door. We'll get it right next time."

"M'kay!"

He pulled out and walked down the line a bit.

Then he came to Katherine, and stuck his penis in her pussy.

Susan turned her head to watch. She was mesmerized by the sight of her son fucking his sister openly, right next to her.

Alan noticed his mother's stunned look and winked at her playfully. He silently mouthed "Sunday" at her, causing her to blush and smile.

She winked back, but said, "The time, Son, the time!"

"No need to worry," he said confidently. "We'll hear the van pull up, and I'll be out the door and in the van with my pack in seconds." He found that he'd entered some kind of erotic zone that made him not really care about the van and if anyone saw.

He didn't miss the fact that, in some small way, Heather's lust for danger had somehow rubbed off on him. He was beginning to realize that a life having some risks was one more worth living.

He renewed his focus on fucking. He'd almost forgotten whose pussy his dick was in, as all four women were still obediently bent over in a line. He thought, This feels great, but I won't last much longer at any rate. Too much sexiness! Besides, maybe I don't want to struggle until the bitter end. For once I feel like just letting it fly. I'm in Sis now, but I gave her my last load, so that wouldn't be fair. And there's something else I'd really like to do...

He pulled away and started cumming on all four of their asses. It was a bit tricky to do - he had to shuffle down the line a bit to make sure they were all adequately covered. He noted that he didn't have much cum left, so his orgasm was over pretty quickly in any case.

However, as was more and more the case with him, perception was more important than the reality. All four women went on about his cumming on them as if he'd splashed buckets of cum on their butts instead of the mere six middling ropes he'd really shot out. He didn't understand it, but he saw no need to correct them on it either.

Still standing with just a T-shirt on, he commanded, "All right everyone, stand up and face front." They all got up and turned around quickly and efficiently as any military unit. Without needing to be asked, they pressed all of their boobs together in a line again.

"Excellent. I think I'd better go now, 'cos it doesn't get any better than this." As he stood, he could feel a few last dribbles of cum dripping off his shrinking penis onto the carpet. In a commanding tone, he barked, "At ease!"

They all relaxed their posture, just as if he was an officer ordering his troops. He noticed that everyone was checking the window for the scouting van every couple of seconds, now that they could look in that direction again.

Still naked from the waist down, he went down the line of women, affectionately hugging and kissing them good-bye again. He made sure to avoid running his hands over their cummy asses. He was in awe at just how much power he had over them, and they were all in awe of it too. He thought to himself, I've been the nice guy all along, but dammit, it's my responsibility to embrace my master role. Suzanne's fully independent, but the others NEED a master! They're going to need a firm hand and direction from me from now on. Of course, it won't be like this in the future, what with the lining up and everything, but somehow this seems important. It almost like we've just gone through a ceremony that's necessary to get to the other side. Whatever that is!

His penis was still wet from fucking, and semi-turgid. Each female that hugged him couldn't resist sliding a hand or two over his penis, scooping up the cum on their hands and then licking their palms and fingers clean. They also got busy swiping up the gobs he'd left on their read ends.

He watched each of them luxuriating in consuming the sex fluids, and thought, Wow. It seems that every time they have my cum, it binds them to me more than before. Look at their faces! You'd think they were savoring the world's finest caviar. I wish I could shoot out gallons of cum with every load and drench them as they deserve to be drenched.

He said, "I'd love to do this forever, but it's been ten minutes, just about. I really need to get dressed."

Amy pointed out, "They're gonna be so late that they'll just grab you and go, right? It's not like the scoutmaster is gonna come in and chat, right? He'll probably just honk from the street."

"That's true," Alan admitted. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, can't I stay naked? It's a bummer enough that I have to see you go; it'll be a super double bummer if I have to do it all dressed up."

Alan kissed the top of her head. "Amy, you're so cute. Stay naked if you like. All of you, in fact. You're right that it's safer if I just wait outside. Hell, we need to keep everyone out of the house just 'cos of the smell alone."

"Oh goodness!" Susan didn't make any attempt to put on her clothes, but she grabbed a can of air freshener and began spraying it all over the front of the house, just to be on the safe side.

The cum feast and hug-fest over, he went to the bathroom and washed up with a wet towel. Then he finally put his jeans and shoes back on and made himself presentable to the outside world.

He opened the front door and looked outside, but no one was there yet.

Had someone been standing on the street and staring down the long driveway directly into the open front door, they would have seen four stunningly beautiful and naked women all standing around one young man dressed in casual street clothes and holding a backpack (he didn't have to put the scout uniform on until the hike began the next day).

Amy and Katherine began to cry. Their mothers hugged and consoled them from behind, barely able to prevent their own tears from flowing, though they were tears of joy more than sad tears of departure.

Looking his sister in the eye, he asked her, "Sis, how am I ever going to be normal again? I'm in such a weird place right now, mentally. I've been living out this ultimate sexual fantasy but now I've got to go out there into the real world."

She replied sagely, despite her cascading tears, "You won't ever be normal again. That's the new reality. Just do you best to fake normal and enjoy the hike. Then we'll help you figure things out when you get back."

"Thanks, Sis. That's good advice. Thank you, everybody. It's a good thing I'm going now 'cos I need time to process everything that just happened. I love you. All of you. As much as I possibly can."

"Uh-oh," Suzanne said. She jested, "Don't get started with the 'L' word or everybody's gonna be blubbering up here and then we'll have more good-bye hugs and kisses and we'll never get rid of you."

He grinned at that, but turned away because it was true. He felt like crying, kissing, and hugging. He had to force himself to walk out the door instead.

Alan walked to the street corner without looking back, and heard the door close. He was intensely glad that the scout van was so late.

He thought, No doubt, this has been the worst day of my life, with what happened with Glory, but it's the greatest day of my life now, too.

Against his better instinct, he turned back towards the house, and saw Katherine at the large bay window, tears rolling down her cheeks. Amy was standing nearby, head in hands.

What the heck is wrong with these women? he thought in frustration. I'm leaving for two days. Two friggin' days! It's a completely harmless trip - not like I'm going off to war. Stop crying already! He waved, and Katherine waved back enthusiastically.

He thought for a few moments. Do I really mean this much to my sister and the rest of them? What did I do to earn such love and affection? Maybe sex unleashes some kind of deep natural bonding instinct. I dunno. I wish I could understand this, or really anything in my new life. It's too much!

And then, as if that isn't freaky enough, I have to wrap my head around the concept that the next time I see Mom, she'll be lying in her bed with her legs spread, waiting for me to fuck her cunt. Wow. Words just can't describe what that does to me. What a day! Again!

He sat there waiting for a minute or so. Already, he regretted going on the trip and felt a great desire to go back in the house. I feel like I've just been thrown out of a flying airplane. Man, I wanna go back in there and get smothered in boobs and blowjobs and savor the smell of pussy. But I really need to buck up and handle the real world or I'm gonna totally lose my mind eventually. I need to do this. Besides, it'll give me time to think. And boy, do I need a lot of time to think!

Finally, after another minute or two, the van came and he was gone.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, IBT, NightShadow, EBC, LordALM, DD, DavyJones, DagNabbit, Lucky KM, Hermit, Jaydee, Gnome, WD40, and Lee. Again, an extra huge and special thanks to IBT for extensive help. Not only did he proofread read this part repeatedly, but he also came up with some great suggestions, big and small.

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