Spacer X Stories: Part 64

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 64: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 28)

Alan drove down the road with Glory in the seat next to him. With their windows open, the wind blowing everywhere, and both of them wearing dark sunglasses to fight the glare of the bright sun, they looked like a typical relaxed Southern California couple. But that picture was betrayed by the serious frowns on the faces of both Alan and Glory. The awkward silence between them grew and grew until it became nearly unbearable.

Finally, Glory said, "Sorry, but maybe you should just turn around and take me back. This isn't working."

Alan had a strong desire to ask her what was wrong and talk it out. But he remembered the advice Suzanne gave him before he left: above all, he should get Glory to the Plummer house and not be distracted from that goal. So he just said, "Glory, please. I don't know what's upsetting you, but can't you just give it a try? Just five minutes. If nothing else, I want you to meet everyone." He pushed his sunglasses up on his forehead so she could see the earnest sincerity in his eyes. "Please?"

Glory's face looked as ill-tempered as ever, but he had such a sad and pleading puppy dog look on his face that she just couldn't say no. In fact, she was so conflicted that she didn't say anything at all.

As she sat there in the car with the wind blowing through her hair, she thought, This is bad. Why did I even get into this car in the first place? I almost feel like throwing myself out the door when he comes to a stop. What's wrong with me?

She looked over at him again and felt a yawning pit of despair open up. Damn! He's just so... irresistible! I don't know if I want to kill him or fuck him! Okay, I do know: fuck him! Grrr! That fucking pisses me off. I know, maybe I'll fuck him and THEN kill him! No, the one thing I have to do is keep my urges in check. I have to be strong. Dammit!

They continued to ride in silence the rest of the way to the Plummer house. By the time they got there, Glory had resigned herself to just grit her teeth and endure her way through the entire meal. It was too late to back out, especially after her last minute calls to Suzanne about what to wear. She tried to psych herself up to act at least halfway hospitable to the people she would be meeting, but it was difficult to get in the mood.

The next thing she knew, she was walking up the driveway to the front door. But long before they could reach it, there was an explosion of happiness.

"Glooooooryyyy! Yeay!" Katherine and Amy burst through the door and rushed at Glory like her long lost sisters.

Amy got to Glory much faster than Katherine, mostly because she'd kicked off her high heels first.

As Alan watched Amy running forward with arms outstretched and her auburn hair blowing in the breeze, he thought, I could definitely get used to coming home to this kind of reception every day. Sweet! Amy's so great. Just looking at her, and Sis, and somehow I'm feeling better about the Glory situation already.

Katherine kicked off her shoes and quickly caught up. She held the hem of her orange gown as she hurried along.

Before Glory knew what was happening, she found herself in the middle of a three way hug.

"You made it! Cool! We're so psyched! This is going to be a super big fun time!" Surprisingly, it was Katherine who said that, as she was picking up on some of Amy's lingo.

But Amy chimed in, "Super duper double big fun time! Funtasticallyultranormousblastorific!" She wore a dark yellow gown that showed far too much cleavage to make Suzanne happy, but in fact Suzanne was showing just about as much skin.

Glory felt like she was being squeezed to death from all sides. But the enthusiasm was so overwhelming that she couldn't help feeling a little better. She was too distracted by all the attention to ask exactly what Amy had just said.

Then she heard Suzanne say, "Girls, give her a chance to breathe, please. Welcome, Glory. Sorry about our overenthusiastic welcome wagon, but, well, there's really no containing these two."

Glory looked towards the door and saw Suzanne and Susan standing next to each other in the door frame. Both of them looked smashing in formal gowns. Susan's gown was dark green while Suzanne's was a lighter green that had more blue in it. The cuts of their gowns were almost the same, and both showed a lot of cleavage. By wearing gowns with such similar colors and styles, it was like they were flaunting their remarkably similar bodies and even their similar names.

However, despite all the similarities, Glory only had eyes for Suzanne. She was so emotionally (and erotically) moved just seeing her that she had to look away before her feelings got the best of her. It seemed that every time she saw Suzanne lately, she had trouble breathing. She looked around as Amy and Katherine finally let go and saw Alan standing off to the side of the impromptu huggers.

Had Glory looked closely she would have seen that while Susan was smiling, her face also showed worry. She worried both that Alan and Glory wouldn't end up as lovers and that she would say or do something during the meal to screw things up.

Glory had been mad at Alan since he'd picked her up (though she wasn't sure why) but now she didn't seem so upset anymore. Everyone was so happy and full of smiles (except for a surprisingly quiet and oddly subdued Alan) that she suddenly felt a lot better about coming to the Plummer house after all.

During the hug, Glory's overcoat had opened up in the front.

Amy stood back and said, "Let's have a good look at you. Oh, wow! Superstupendowowgasmic! What a dress!"

Katherine also stood back and chimed in, "My God, Glory, you look fantastic! I'm so jealous!" But then she thought to herself, Uh-oh! The J-word. I can't allow myself to get caught up in that again. Like Suzanne said, this is Glory's day. So what if she's showing twice as much cleavage as I am? I just have to grin and bear it for my Big Brother.

All four women oohed and aahed at Glory's outfit, especially after she took the overcoat off completely and handed it to Alan, who seemed to be waiting to take it as if he were a household servant. He also held her purse and the flowers he had given her when he picked her up. Glory felt like a star; even Suzanne joined the others in fawning over her and showering her with compliments.

Glory thought, I can't believe I'm not wearing panties or a bra! If the others only knew, they'd think I'm a terrible slut for sure. Hell, I might as well have stuck a Televibe under my dress for good measure.

Little did she know, but no one there was wearing any underwear at all. Suzanne had ordered everyone to put on panties for Glory's sake, and all the women agreed, but at the last minute they all secretly reneged on this, even Suzanne.

Glory was feeling better all the time, but she still felt a deep sense of unease that wouldn't go away. She kept looking at Katherine and Susan and thinking about incest. She knew both of them well enough in a formal way from school, especially since Susan was an involved mother, but she hadn't seen Susan since she'd found out about the incest factor and now she saw her in a whole new light. Even as everyone was treating her like a movie star, she kept thinking things like, This is Alan's mother. And they have sex. He actually puts his penis in her. That's just too disgusting to contemplate!

But for now, she luxuriated in the compliments as the group slowly made its way inside.

Amy made note of the darkness of Glory's gown by singing the riff to ACDC's Back in Black. "Bump! Bad-da-dump! Bad-da-dump! Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, bad-dump! 'Cos she's back in black, yeah she's back in black!' Yeow!" She reached out to press her fingertip against the skin of Glory's upper arm, but quickly pulled back as if her finger had been burned by Glory's sheer hotness.

Amy giggled playfully at her own antics, and even Glory had to grin a little bit in response.

Alan had been quiet and expressionless the entire time, standing there holding Glory's things like some kind of emotionally detached butler oblivious to the party swirling all around him. But now he felt obliged to correct Amy's comment. "Actually, Aims, it's a very dark blue, not black."

He was trying to act standoffish and surly in response to the way Glory had been treating him, but Glory looked so good in her gown that he couldn't help but add, "However, I gotta agree with your 'yeow!' comment. Glory, I have to admit that despite everything we've been through, I keep thinking of you as a teacher. But seeing you dressed like this, you're nothing but 100% gorgeous woman."

Glory beamed. She even found herself unconsciously preening and posing a little bit.

Susan thought, That's my son! '100% gorgeous woman.' What a charmer. How can any woman resist his silver tongue, let alone his massive cock? Not me, that's for sure, hee-hee! I wish I could slide my lips all over his thickness right now. A boy that charming needs to be rewarded, constantly! He needs to pump his cum into his mommy's tummy! Mmmm. Yummy!

She tried to control her rising lust, and think about Glory instead. But I do have to agree with him that she's looking mighty fine today, in spite of her relatively small breasts. I guess I can concede that she's extremely Alan-worthy as an overall package. She just has a kind of aura of beauty about her that even makes me feel a little jealous.

The whole group had made it inside the house by now. Alan broke the spell he'd just crafted by closing the door and anticlimactically asking, "Glory, can I put your coat away?"

She nodded, and Alan walked off with her coat.

Susan opened her eyes wide and said, "Ooh! I'd better check on things in the kitchen. Girls, Suzanne, I trust you to take care of our guest." Then she hurried off towards the kitchen.

Glory noticed that Susan had gone through the living room towards the dining room and kitchen while Alan went down a hallway leading in a different direction, but Glory correctly guessed that the hallway went on the other side of the stairway in the center of the house and connected to the kitchen. She'd noticed a concern in Susan's eyes as Alan left and felt almost certain that Susan was really sneaking off to be with him.

As usual, Glory couldn't contain her curiosity. So she said to the others, "If you don't mind, I'm just going to powder my nose for a minute. Can you point me to the bathroom?"

The nearest bathroom was down the same hallway Alan had disappeared into. But there was no sign of him, even though putting an overcoat, purse, and flowers away hardly took any time at all. Glory wasn't really sure what she was doing, but as she entered the bathroom she noticed there was another door leading off to another room. Closing the door she'd entered through, she immediately exited through the second door and found she was standing in the den next to the kitchen.

She thought, Susan and Alan are up to no good, I just know it. I'll bet dollars to donuts that they're engaged in some kind of perverted incestuous act right now. If I'm going to shake loose from his hold on my heart, maybe this is what I need to see, to shake some sense into me. If I see them getting it on, it'll be torture for me, but that'll break the spell.

The den had a door leading back into the same hallway she'd just left, but she was further away from the women talking by the front entrance and she knew they would have no reason to suspect she wasn't still in the bathroom. She snuck down the hall towards the kitchen, feeling nervous and guilty about acting like a thief.

The door between the hallway and kitchen was wide open, and as she got closer to the kitchen she could see her fears and suspicions were confirmed, because Alan and Susan stood in the middle of the kitchen in a tight embrace. Her heart was crushed as her worst fears seemed to be realized.

She came to the door. She wasn't worried about being seen because she was too distraught to pay much heed to getting caught snooping. Luckily for Glory, Alan was in the best position to see her but he happened to have his eyes closed, so she was at least momentarily safe.

But as she stared, she realized that Alan was quietly sobbing into Susan's shoulder.

That put things in a completely different light.

As she watched them, it dawned on her, This isn't an erotic embrace; it's just a mother comforting a son. It looked like a private and intense moment and Glory knew that she should leave them be, but her curiosity would not be denied so she continued to stare. Mostly she wanted to know what was upsetting Alan so much.

She didn't have to wait very long to find out. As if on cue, Susan asked, "What's troubling you, Tiger?"

Alan sobbed, "Mom, I'm losing it! Just losing it!"

Susan stroked the hair on the back of his head tenderly. "Losing what, dear?"

"Just losing everything! Losing my mind! I'm gonna have a complete breakdown, I know it!"

"What do you mean?" Susan asked in a quiet and soothing voice.

"It's just... Everything is too intense. I mean, what happened this morning, and now with Glory... I feel like I'm stretched twelve different ways. I can't handle it!"

It was a very lucky thing that Alan only obliquely mentioned "what happened this morning" instead of referring to Heather by name, since he was mainly thinking about the mentally and physically exhausting time he'd had at Heather's house. Glory would have thrown a conniption fit if she'd known Alan and Heather had had sex with each other just a short time earlier.

Susan prodded her son as he continued to sob into her shoulder, "What changed? You seemed fine when you left to pick up Glory a short while ago."

"I know. I was so happy to see her. I was really looking forward to it. But she hardly said a single word the whole way here. It was so tense. It was just about the last straw for me. I can't take this nonstop roller coaster ride anymore. I'm ready to snap. She doesn't love me, Mom! She doesn't love me!"

With that, he lost all self control and started to cry.

Susan stroked his back and hair with both hands while still tightly hugging him and said, "Hush, now, hush, you don't want her to hear. This house isn't that big, even with the music on." She was referring to the fact that the stereo in the living room was playing some easy listening background music (Dionne Warwick's greatest hits). That, plus the sheer distance of what was in fact a very large house, could cover up the sounds of normal crying, but not all out bawling.

Alan realized this and the last thing he wanted was for Glory to see him all red-eyed and crying, so he managed to stop his tears from flowing before they really got started, at least for the moment. But clearly he was extremely torn up.

Susan just held him and comforted him for a minute or two. She tried by sheer force of will to physically pass her love and energy into him in order to give him the strength and confidence he needed. Her positive vibrations seemed to slowly have an effect.

Glory stepped back down the hallway so she couldn't see them, but stayed close enough to remain within earshot of what was being said. She leaned against the wall.

Then Susan said, firmly and matter-of-factly, "Son, you're wrong."

That surprised Alan enough for him to momentarily pull his head back so he could look into her eyes and see what she meant.

She pressed on, "I know she loves you. It's a fact. A plain and simple fact! If she was acting cool and distant, that's just because her feelings are strong and she's having trouble getting them under control."

He sadly replied, "No, you didn't see her. She was ice cold. She hates me! She can't handle all the weirdness in my life - she thinks I'm a freak. I've messed everything up for her! I've ruined her whole life!" He was ready to launch into all out crying as he worked himself up again.

But Susan cut those feelings off with a simple gesture of a finger on his lips. "No," she said empathically, her voice carrying surprisingly quiet authority and power. "That's not true. If she didn't love you, she wouldn't be here. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to come here. Yes, she must think we're all a bunch of freaks, including you, but she still came anyway. That's a true sign of love. Now, it's true that maybe physical love with her isn't in the cards; I don't know. But I do know that she loves you, just as much as you love her, and the two of you have some kind of special bond that can't be broken."

So far, Susan's words were keeping his tears at bay, but just barely. "How do you know?" he asked doubtfully.

"A mother knows these things. I can see it in her eyes."

He buried his face into her shoulder again, but at least he still wasn't crying. "I don't know, Mom. I just don't know."

"Trust me. Have I ever been wrong about these kinds of things?"

He thought back and chuckled as he said, "Frankly, yes!" He recalled times when she was too overconfident about him, for instance thinking that Christine would say yes when he asked her out two months ago. She thought so highly of him, even before their sexual fun began, that she practically felt he could walk on water. Needless to say, that clouded her judgment and both of them knew it.

They shared a good laugh at that, which at least lightened the mood enough to push further crying from his mind.

As Susan continued to stroke his hair in a motherly way, she said, "Well, okay, you got me there! I can't help it if I think you're great. But I'm really very sure this time. Call it a mother's intuition. I know how strongly you feel about her and I know that whatever happens, it's going to be for the best."

"I don't know. I just don't know, Mom. I mean, what would I do without her? I know that sounds absurd given all the women in my life, but there's just one Glory, you know? I love her! Am I crazy to want her so badly when I have you and the others with me? Am I selfish? At times like this I feel like I must be mad. It's just not right to have so many lovers."

"Now, now, Tiger, you don't know what you're saying. Everything is going to be just fine. We've been talking for far too long now though and people are going to start asking questions if you don't go back out there. I want you to go back out to our guest and be your charming best. Remember that you're surrounded by a cradle of love. We all love you so much. You're not going to crack up or fall apart because I won't let that happen! I'm going to be right here, praying for you, just like always."

She thought, I wish I could suck Tiger's cock for a couple of minutes, at least. A nice little spermy load down Mommy's throat would help him relax. But I have to be good, with Glory in the house. Besides, he needs me as a shoulder to cry on now. She playfully slapped him on the butt, spurring him to get his act together and go back to be with Glory.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try." He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. He felt a couple of passionate French kisses would put him in a much better mood.

But Susan leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, causing his mouth to plant itself on her other cheek. Then she pulled away before he could rectify that and meet her lips with his. She spanked his butt again, less playfully this time. "Come on, don't dawdle. I'm sure Glory's wondering what's up already. Tell them you had to help me in the kitchen with the turkey. And remember that Suzanne and I and everyone else are standing right behind you all the way."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you so much." He felt the urge to French kiss her again, but something held him back. He sensed she must have a good reason why she'd just kissed him on the cheek and had a feeling that he should just accept it and go join the others. He stepped away and said, "I'd better get cleaned up first. I must look like a mess."

He still looked sharp in his suit and tie, but his hair was even more tussled than usual, and there were a few streaks of tears down his cheeks.

Glory had been lurking down the hallway, spending most of the time out of sight. Once she realized that mother and son were just endlessly hugging each other, continued gawking served her no purpose except to increase her chance of getting caught. She had crept a bit closer to the kitchen door to see if they would kiss, but now she realized that there was a good chance Alan would come down the hallway she was standing in to use the bathroom she'd passed through to make himself presentable again.

She ducked back into the den and then through to the bathroom. Checking herself in the mirror for a few moments to confirm that she still looked presentable, she was about to open the door but then remembered to flush the toilet to make it seem like she'd had to go to the bathroom.

As she went through the act of washing her hands, she thought, Boy, that was not what I expected... at all! I feel so guilty, sneaking around like a common criminal, when Susan is just being a good mom! Maybe I have it all wrong. I mean, I know those two must be having sex, and it pains me to even think about that, but at least it looks like it hasn't twisted their basic mother-son relationship all out of shape. I'm probably being too judgmental. Alan's a good kid. I know that. I just have to remember that. It's not like his mother is thinking of having sex with him 24-hours a day and blowing him under the table while he's eating at every meal or anything crazy like that. Probably they're just like any other family most of the time. I have to get a grip instead of letting my imagination simply run wild all the time.

Feeling a lot better about things, she opened the bathroom door to rejoin the others. It seemed like a long time but in reality it had been less than five minutes since she'd walked inside the Plummer house.

Glory didn't realize that even her wildest imagination couldn't compare to just how sex-crazed the Plummer house was most of the time, or how rare it was lately for Alan and Susan to share a completely non-sexual embrace like they'd just had. But Susan had a good mother's intuition. After Alan started sobbing so loudly, Susan grew concerned that Glory might hear and come to investigate. She almost felt as if Glory was watching, and tried to behave as if Glory was watching, which was a very lucky thing since Glory WAS watching. It wasn't that what she'd said was dishonest, but there were other things she otherwise would have said and done (such as French kissing) if she hadn't have a gut feeling to be careful.

After another minute or two, both Susan and her son returned to where Glory and the others were standing by the door. Everyone else was so engrossed in conversation that the two of them didn't even find an occasion to give their excuses as to why they'd taken so long.

CHAPTER 2

With the six of them together again, the suggestion was made to move into the living room.

Glory led the way. "My, what a lovely house. It's so much bigger than I imagined. It's practically like a mansion..." She froze in her tracks. "Oh my goodness. What is THAT?" She stared at the polished brass pole in the middle of the living room.

Suzanne had already anticipated that the recent living room additions would need to be dealt with for Glory's sake. The extra large bed in the room had been moved to a corner and covered with boxes, and then the resulting pile had a large tarp thrown over it. She figured that would take care of the bed. But there really was no way to disguise the dance pole.

So the only option was to admit the truth, more or less.

"Oh, that?" Suzanne replied casually, as if discussing a flower arrangement. "That's a dance pole. It's been there for a while. Since Katherine and Amy are cheerleaders, they like to practice their routines with that."

Glory frowned. She was tempted to say some biting comments about the pole, but she held back. However, she couldn't help imagining Katherine dancing in some half-naked outfit for the benefit of her brother. In house, on demand, live cheerleader strip shows. That must be nice for him. How convenient.

Suddenly, Glory had a vision of Katherine standing at the pole with a long tanned leg wrapped around it, ready to "dance" for her brother. The room was pitch-black with only one bright stage light shining down over the gleaming brass pole. The shapely teen wore nothing but the high heels she had on in real life. She was looking right at Glory with a deadly serious stare, as if challenging her. Glory imagined her saying, Come, dance. Join the debauchery. Join the evil.

Glory shuddered and turned away. Since the pole conjured up disgusting thoughts and images for her, she tried to move on to other topics. She stated blandly, "Nice house here. Very nice."

Katherine brightly said, "We like it. You want to have the big tour?"

"Sure."

So Glory was led all over the house, with most of the others in tow. Only Susan stayed behind, to keep an eye on the kitchen.

The tour was largely uneventful, except for the fact that on the second floor Glory was struck by an instantly recognizable smell of cum. Most of the house smelled almost sickeningly sweet from all the air freshener that had been used, but most such efforts were focused on the first floor. Alan's room, in particular, had such a strong sexual odor that all the others showing Glory around were a bit abashed and tried to get her away from his room as quickly as possible.

But for Glory, the smell was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Her nostrils flared and her nipples grew hard as she took deep breaths, trying to soak up as much of his essence as she could without being noticed. She had to chide herself, What am I doing? This is ridiculous! I don't care how good his cum smells and tastes, he's probably had sex with his mother and sister on that very bed! He has a whole harem, for crying out loud!

She pushed her way past all the others and out of Alan's bedroom so she could get some fresh air. However, now that she recognized his distinctive scent, she realized that it was all over the house. All that goddamned air freshener didn't get rid of his cum smell; it's just covering it up! Gawwwd, how much sex must this sex fiend have every day to smell up the entire house like this?! He must have squirted his cock into these women in every single room, over and over!

Glory found herself imagining sex acts in every room and on top of every piece of furniture. This was so disconcerting that she only spent a couple of seconds looking at Susan's master bedroom before quickly redirecting the group to show her the pool out back so she could get some truly fresh air.

A minute or so later, as she stood by the pool with the others, she thought, This is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought. Even here, I can't imagine them actually having sex outside, but surely all these gorgeous vixens must drive him crazy out here with their skimpy bathing suits. Sex is everywhere!

Her brain was filled with conflicting emotions as she was torn between lust and disgust. She called an early end to the house tour and sat down at the dinner table in the dining room. (This was met with disguised relief from the others, since there wasn't much they could do to explain the recording room down in the basement, and they mostly just hoped to keep her from even knowing about that locked door.)

Glory made clear her desire to get started with the meal in a not very subtle manner. "Mmmm, that food smells good. I can't wait to taste it." She figured the sooner everyone ate, the sooner she could get home and end her ordeal.

The others sat down to join her, but good manners dictated that they were to socialize some more before the food was brought to the table.

Glory though was a bit spooked - everywhere she looked, she imagined Alan plowing into one of the other females sitting around her. But she soon relaxed as the conversation started to flow and stayed on safe and sex-free topics.

One by one, each of them talked some about themselves and their background. Suzanne started to get the ball rolling, and then after some questions and banter, she turned to Susan on her right for her turn. Susan had been carefully coached about what to say, and she answered a few innocuous questions from Glory without incident.

They continued clockwise around the room, with Amy next, then Katherine, then Glory, and then finally Alan at the head of the table. Since all the questions were of the basic "getting to know you" variety and everyone was being careful about what they said, nothing embarrassing or particularly sexual came up. But still, the conversation was enjoyable, informative, and most importantly, put Glory and the rest more at ease.

Susan, though, was antsy. After her turn was done, and without a single under the table kick being necessary to keep her in line, her concentration drifted from what the others were saying since she knew everything that Amy and Katherine were talking about already.

While pretending to pay attention, she thought, This is nuts. Here we are, sitting around and just chatting like a bunch of old grannies in a bridge club. Meanwhile, we've all got these great outfits on. I have to admit Glory looks particularly sexy and delectable. I can see why Tiger likes to bang her even though she's not technically Alan-worthy with those smallish boobs of hers. But I can only imagine the kind of erotic torture my son is going through, seeing all of us dolled up like this. It's not fair! There's so much lovely cleavage on display here; Tiger needs to be plowing through some of that, or at the bare minimum, doing some fondling. Hrmph!

Outwardly, Susan continued to nod and smile as if listening to every word the others were saying. But inwardly she was growing irate. My Tiger is a powerful man with powerful needs! At the very least, someone should slip a hand inside his pants and give his cock a nice stealth stroking. Blue balls are a terrible affliction! No doubt his big mommy-splitter is rapidly filling up with tasty sperm even as we speak, and yet we just sit here like some sort of gaggle of nuns trapped in a boring committee meeting or something, unable to handle this growing crisis! How am I supposed to stay calm with all that yummy cummy cock going untended?!

I know this is what we're supposed to do and I'm gonna be good, but if I had my way things would be totally different. For starters, I'd have Alan and Amy switch seats. That way, I could give my Tiger some nice stealth stroking and neither Glory nor Suzanne would be the wiser. Well, at least not at first...

Her eyes went glassy as she slipped into fantasy. She imagined how things would look for Glory in an alternate reality.

Susan's dream picked up on what had just been happening in the room. Glory had been visibly tense during the house tour, but she felt increasingly relaxed while Suzanne talked at length about her background and family. In the dream, eventually, Suzanne said, "Enough about me. Susan, why don't you tell Glory a little bit about what you do?"

Susan smiled a bit wickedly. "Sure. Well, Glory, as you can probably guess, I used to have a dreadfully boring and prudish life. I'm sure you can remember how I dressed for the parent-teacher conferences and PTA meetings. My life was dull, dull, dull, and I didn't even realize it. I actually thought I was happy! Can you believe it? I was such a complete idiot! For instance, I was oblivious that my husband... well, let's just say my marriage was a disaster. Thank goodness those dark days are over."

"What happened?" Glory asked.

Susan beamed. "I discovered sex! Specifically, the joys of sex with my son!" She winked playfully at Alan.

A gasp arose in the room, with Glory gasping the loudest. Susan's feet were assaulted as Suzanne frantically and repeatedly stepped on Susan's toes in the prearranged signal to cool things down.

But since this was her daydream, Susan wasn't deterred in the slightest. She turned to Suzanne and said, "Give me a break. You're not my mother! You know I'm just calling a spade a spade. Glory knows it too. Don't you, Glory? When you started fooling around with my son it was like your life went from black and white to glorious Technicolor. You're addicted to his cock just as much as the rest of us. Am I right or what? No other man can compare! I dare you to deny it!" She folded her arms under her bounteous breasts and stared at Glory defiantly.

Glory was beyond flustered. She was shocked speechless. Her mouth hung open as she imagined Susan bent over the table and Alan ramming into her doggy style while still dressed in his suit and tie.

To make matters worse for Glory, Susan started screaming, "God, it's so deep! Soooo DEEP! Jesus Christ, you're a fucking machine! Split me in two!"

In Susan's fantasy, Glory shook off the vision and saw everyone still dressed and sitting around the table. She blinked in confusion. And since this was Susan's imagination at work, she was able to split her legs almost impossibly wide apart as if she was a limber cheerleader, in order to help Alan achieve maximum penetration.

Susan snickered.

Though Susan was normally quite demure and content to let Suzanne lead, was so determined and domineering in her fantasy that both Suzanne and Katherine gave up their foot stomping efforts and just let things happen.

When Alan paused for one of his strategic breaks, Susan calmed down a bit and goaded Glory, "Come on, admit it! He's the best lover you've ever had, bar none. Name one other man who's comparable."

Glory stammered, "Well, my last boyfriend, um..." The disconcerted look on her face made it obvious that she was trying (and failing) to remember the name of the man she'd previously been dating for months.

Susan laughed. "That's right! You can't even remember the name of the man you broke up with a week or two ago. Such men are fine for most things, but when it comes to sex they know to step aside when a real Alpha Male like Alan appears. A truly superior man like my son just takes what he wants with his big, thick, superior cock, and no woman can resist! Least of all the targets of his lust. Yes, he has a harem, but that's his due! You should be proud that he's chosen to add you to his harem, especially given the middling to smallish size of your breasts."

Glory blushed and looked away in embarrassment.

Alan had been very quiet until now. He complained, "Mom, stop it! You're totally embarrassing her! She's not just my teacher, she's my friend. Besides, I think her breasts are just fine. In fact, they're really great."

But Susan wasn't fazed in the least. "Oh, are they? Well, how do they compare to mine? Or the rest at this table? Why don't we look and see?" Susan's gown was held up only by two narrow straps, but she pulled those down and bared her bountiful breasts. She arched her back and thrust her rack forward.

Amy squealed, "Oh goody! We get to get naked!"

Susan looked around with satisfaction, while Katherine pulled her dress down and Amy stood up and completely stripped out of her clothes. Suzanne refused to undress until Susan turned her attention to her best friend and gave her a withering glare.

That caused Suzanne to uncharacteristically crumble (in a way that would probably only happen in someone else's fantasy). She dropped her head submissively and pulled her gown down, causing her perfect pale orbs to bounce free.

With even Suzanne going topless, both Katherine and Susan were inspired to briefly lift themselves up and pull their gowns the rest of the way off. That put more pressure on Glory. (Alan, meanwhile, was still fully dressed in his dark blue suit and simply kept eating as he watched what was transpiring all around him.)

Susan now focused her laser-like gaze on Glory. "Come on. There's no reason to be ashamed. The rest of us are all more or less naked now. And so what if you're a little on the small side? I have to admit that it's not just size that counts. Tiger says he loves them, and since he's the man of the house, that's all that matters. Let's see what he's crowing about."

Glory closed her eyes tight as she gave a little tug, sucked her tummy in, and let her gown fall down. "God, this is so humiliating," she complained as she pulled it the rest of the way off her legs. "How can I even compete?"

But Alan said, "Glory, I think you look great! Your body's sleek and strong and perfect all over! And your breasts fit into my hands just right. I don't need any more."

Glory hesitantly opened one eye and then another as she stared at Susan's bare chest. "But what about those? They're not just huge; they're as perfect as the rest of her body. And Jesus! Are they... Is that milk leaking from her nipples?!"

"Well, yeah, a little," Alan conceded on behalf of his mother. With Susan's breasts brought to his attention, he reached out and casually cupped the one nearest to him. "But don't feel intimidated. You can deep throat me and Mom can't, so things balance out."

Glory gasped. "Good Lord, young man! You called her 'Mom' even as your fingers are pulling on one of her nipples!"

He looked over at his hand on Susan's tremendous tit to see what was so wrong about a little nipple tugging. He removed the offending hand and went back to eating his meal. "Well, that's what she is-" he started to say.

But Glory cut him off with a cry. "Jesus H. Christ! And HER hand! What's her hand doing there?!" Glory had noticed the way Susan's arm was positioned now in such a way that it appeared her hand on Alan's side was somewhere over Alan's lap. In fact, that's exactly where her hand was, and the way her arm moved back and forth left no doubt what her hand was doing down there. The fact that she was slouched down in her chair some made her actions all the more obvious.

Alan looked a bit sheepish. "Well, you know, seeing you and everyone else all dressed up like this gets me so excited... You know, I just can't..."

Susan said defiantly, "Well of course I'm stroking his cock. Haven't you ever heard of stealth stroking? Look how handsome my son is all dressed up in that fancy suit. How can I NOT jack him off?"

"Or suck him off," Katherine pointed out.

"Excellent suggestion," Susan replied, as if they were discussing the finer points of spicing up a meal. Then she gushed, "God, I just think of my big strapping son coming home from work dressed like that, after completely dominating in whatever his job is and turning his secretaries into his latest sex slaves, and then he walks in the door and it's MY turn to service him! It gets me SO HOT!"

"Well, I think it's outrageous," Glory complained, even as she started to play with her clit under the table.

Susan cooed into Alan's ear as her hand slid up and down his slick shaft, "Tiger, it's soooo big and hard! Even more than usual! Is that because of Glory? Are you going to fuck her first? If you do, I call dibs on the cream pie."

Glory was just able to hear those soft and sensual words and she stood up to protest. She forgot that she was naked to the waist. She was torn between covering up her bouncing breasts and putting her hands on her hips for effect. She did the first briefly but saw the absurdity of it in a room of topless women so she went for the angry hands on hips look instead. "This is COMPLETELY outrageous! I come here as a guest, and this is the kind of treatment I get?!"

Amy spoke up. "Come on, Glory. Don't be such a meanie! It's fun. You totally know that Alan's loving it, so what's wrong with that?"

"But that's not the point," Glory protested. Her resolve was already weakening. There was just too much sex in the air. The smell of Alan's cum was rising up from out of nowhere and filling the room like a thick fog. Her gown was in a heap on the floor but she didn't bother to do anything about it.

Now Suzanne spoke, though she was still uncharacteristically passive. "Amy, I'll tell you what's wrong with our guest here. She feels left out. She wants that cock all to herself. And who can blame her?"

Katherine giggled as she thought about what she was about to do. "Speaking about being left out, you know, I think I dropped an earring around here somewhere. Or was it a contact? Let me check... for a while." Taking advantage of the fact that she was sitting on the other side of Alan, she giggled some more as her head dropped down into Alan's lap.

Glory, still looking angry with her hands on her hips, leaned forward over the table to try to figure out what was going on. All she could see was a mass of Katherine's dark hair over Alan's lap, but apparently there was still room for Susan's hand in there somewhere too since her arm continued its rhythmic movements.

Susan smirked. "Glory, resistance is futile. What are you fighting for? Just admit your place in his harem. You know you want it - come and get it! Angel and I can share. Tiger likes his triple blowjobs. Come and learn your place between the legs of our Master."

"But, but... You're his mother and sister! This is so wrong! I can't!"

Susan grinned even more. "Then why are you writhing and squirming like that? You can't even stand up straight; you're too hot for my son's cock!"

"That's not true," Glory replied in a pouty little girl voice, but she was fooling no one with her protests.

Susan prodded, "You want him to drive into your pussy like a knife cutting into warm butter, don't you?"

Glory clenched her mouth shut and shook her head from side to side, as if afraid her lips would betray her true desires if she opened them.

Suzanne asked, "Look, Glory, will you stop complaining if Alan just stuffs his big cock into your mouth?"

With perfect timing, Alan stood up to take off his jacket. He remained standing there, and Susan held his erection straight out, stroking it lovingly, coaxing and teasing Glory with her caresses of it.

Glory sheepishly nodded while her eyes remained glued on it.

"You realize you'll have to share with Susan and Katherine," Suzanne pointed out. "Sweetie loves his triple blowjobs and once they get started they won't stop until he blows a load. And as for Amy and me, well, I'm thinking we can find out if both our tongues can fit on Glory's pussy at the same time. Does that sound good, Honey Pie?"

"M'kay! Super good!"

Susan, sounding like the head of the harem, commanded Glory, "Strip!" As Glory started to pull her gown the rest of the way off, Susan added, "Keep the heels though. Now that you've joined our harem, there's so much harem etiquette I'm going to have to-"

CHAPTER 3

Just then, there was a painful and sharp feeling in Susan's foot. It brought her out of her reverie. She looked around. She expected to see panting and naked bodies all around her, but instead the sobering reality of the situation came flooding in. Glory was talking about her life while the others all nibbled on appetizers and paid close attention.

Susan looked over at Suzanne just in time to see her giving her the evil eye in return. Susan put on an innocent "Who, me? What did I do wrong?" expression.

But Suzanne didn't buy it. She nodded down to Susan's chest.

Susan looked down and realized how heavy her breathing had become. Her massive mammaries were rising up and down like ships being tossed on a stormy sea. She thought, Uh-oh! Looks like I got a little bit carried away there. ... But it's so true! If only Glory could get with the program. I'd even give her the head of his cock while Angel and I work on his balls. Or maybe Angel could take the base. My son has so much mouthwatering cock that simply having one mouth or tongue on it just isn't right!

The fantasy seemed so real to Susan that she felt like she could actually taste her son's scrotum. And since it was a Susan fantasy, his penis was absolutely enormous, ten inches long at least, and his balls were extra large, too. Mmmm.... Balls. Tasty, tasty son-balls. When I fit one in my mouth, or even both of 'em... MMMM! I just love sharing that cock! Threesomes are the best!

Come on, Susan, clear your head! I have to concentrate. Tiger is counting on me not to get carried away here. I should probably ask a question or something or at the very least Glory will think I'm a mute idiot.

Susan listened for a little while until she caught the thread of the conversation and was able to join in. But she was still aroused and her words didn't come out quite as she'd intended them. Glory had been talking about her teaching and school responsibilities when Susan said, "You sound so busy. I really do appreciate everything you do for Alan on top of all your other work."

The words themselves were innocent enough, it was the way she said them that was the problem. When she said "I really do appreciate everything you do for Alan" she was thinking about all the sexual fun Glory and Alan had together during lunch, and somehow her thoughts were exposed by her lusty tone and facial expression.

But Glory had been looking at Katherine in response to a question Katherine had asked, so she missed the look on Susan's face. By the time she turned Susan's way, both Amy and Suzanne stomped the points of their high heels down on Susan's feet just above her toes. It didn't cause any serious damage but the resulting wide-eyed and shocked look on Susan's face was priceless.

Glory was puzzled why Susan looked like she was so pained that she seemed to be in the middle of child birth, and in the confusion she missed the sexual overtones of Susan's question.

Luckily, Susan played along capably enough. She stood up. "Oh my goodness! The turkey! I'd better go check on things!" She rushed to the kitchen.

She didn't actually need to be in the kitchen since everything was ready and taken care of, so she mostly just pretended to be busy to give herself time to calm down. She'd greatly enjoyed the triple blowjob fantasy however, and her thoughts kept returning to it, like a person who wakes up from a great dream and tries to go back to sleep to catch the rest of it.

Her fantasy continued where it left off, with Glory, Katherine, and herself all on their knees around where Alan stood. Clothes were flying everywhere as all the women finished getting naked, but Alan remained in his dress shirt, slacks, and tie, with just his erection and balls poking out of his fly.

As the women all started to trade licks, Susan said, "Glory, I'm so excited that you could join our harem. Amongst other things, now I can finally learn how to do a deep throat."

"What, you mean one of these?" Glory pushed Katherine and Susan away from Alan's erection and immediately swallowed him all the way down to the root. She looked over at Susan while continuing to suck and gave her a gloating look as if saying, "Don't you wish you could do this?"

Susan stared in complete shock as the erection went down and down into Glory's mouth like some kind of sword swallower's trick. (And, in an even more impressive trick, Alan's erection shrunk down to a more reasonable size so deep throating it could be anatomically possible.)

Susan thought as she reached between Alan's legs to fondle his balls, I can't do that! I could never do that. Oh no! My dream is turning into a nightmare!

But then she realized, Wait! Glory's a teacher! If she's in our harem now, she has to teach me! That happy realization was like a hit of a great drug to her. She sighed contentedly.

Susan's pussy was creaming both in the dream and in real life. The very idea of deep throating her Tiger got her wildly excited, but so far she'd been unable to get past her gag reflex. The prospect of getting beyond that barrier made her even more excited still. Glory'll teach me, I know she will! Then my mouth can really be like a second cunt! And then Tiger will be able to use-

But then she heard Amy's loud laughter coming from the table and snapped out of her fantasies again.

She tried to check on things in the kitchen, but she was just going through the motions as her mind kept drifting back to deep throats and triple blowjobs. After a minute or two of struggling with her fantasies, she thought, This is no good. I'm really blowing it. I've got to do better. Why can't I just be a normal mom? There's a time and a place to think about my son's delicious horse cock and this is not it. I need to go back in there and really engage. Be normal! Talk like a normal person. I can do it. I know I can.

Knowing the counter blocked the view of anything in the kitchen from her waist on down from people in the dining room, she picked up a newly washed dish towel, brought it under her gown, and vigorously rubbed her crotch clean. In so doing, she very nearly got carried away into fantasy again and also came close to cumming on the spot.

She stayed in the kitchen for a few more minutes until her libido calmed down. With renewed resolve (and reasonably dry privates), she went back to the table and did her best to be "normal." Before long, she was as involved in the conversation as anyone else and was able to ask a number of good questions.

Eventually, Glory finished answering the basic questions being asked about her, and the center of attention switched to Alan. Since all of them literally knew him very intimately, there was no need to go over the basics. However, Glory's curious nature saw the golden opportunity to ask details about his life and his childhood that she'd never asked before, and that's just what she did.

Much of the discussion focused on when Alan was young. Before long, Susan hurried off to go get a book of Alan's and Katherine's baby pictures.

Alan had been through the routine before; like many mothers, Susan absolutely loved sharing her baby pictures with anyone who showed any interest at all. Since Alan and Katherine were both adopted, there were no pictures of either of them younger than six months old, but there were more than enough pictures of them after that.

Both Katherine and Alan knew the particular photo album extremely well. They took turns pointing out the most embarrassing pictures of each other, and before long, everyone was laughing heartily.

When Alan was learning potty training, he had a portable practice toilet. Katherine absolutely loved to show one picture of him sitting on the toilet in the middle of the living room during some adult party. He was wearing a red fire truck hat and shouting "Poopy! Poopy!" when the picture was taken.

Showing that picture always made Alan blush and want to crawl under the table, and this time was no exception.

But what really struck Glory was the love that was shown as the others looked through the photo album and reminisced. Everyone gathered around her seat to get a close look at the album and before long all the others were linked in a big loving hug just behind Glory. It was clear there was nothing sexual about it, especially since the focus was on baby pictures, but the feelings were intense, yet at the same time somehow gentle and warm.

Another thing that struck Glory as the group went over the photos was how many of the pictures showed the Pestridges too. It was like they were all one big family back then, and even Eric, Ron, and Brad appeared to be very much included in everything.

Glory's attention to emotional nuance suddenly reached its peak and she had a flash of insight. They're not two families; they're one family! They've been that way since the beginning! NOW I understand. This didn't start with Alan's sexual power over them - Suzanne told me the truth that her scheme started it, and the others fell for it because they were doing their best to help Alan. So I've been deceiving myself about him being a dominating villain to justify breaking up with him. Maybe I should anyway, but for me, not because of him. Oh God, I was wrong. I shouldn't be hasty about this - whatever happens, don't do that today. Sleep on it - no, not that term, not now. I'm so confused!

Suzanne didn't seem to mind seeing pictures of a much younger and loving Eric, but Susan grew increasingly agitated looking at pictures of Ron playing the role of a loving father. This was the first time in a long time she'd gone through this photo album, making it the first time she'd seen such pictures since she'd had her falling out with Ron.

Katherine, by virtue of where she stood next to Susan, was the first to notice Susan's bittersweet and even tormented facial expressions, and took the book away before the group had reached the end.

But still, a generally jovial mood remained. The fact that everyone had been steadily drinking wine for a while helped keep everyone loose. Glory's gift bottle was finished and they'd broken out some more.

Amy realized that, of all the women in the harem, she was the one who could speak most openly about sexual things in front of Glory, since her role as official girlfriend was the most socially acceptable one. So, as the photo album was put away, she tested the waters to see how Glory would react to a sexual joke. Drawing from the fact that many of the pictures of Alan as a toddler showed him naked, she said, "Phew! And to think: my boyfriend was well hung even back then!"

Everyone laughed. (In fact, Alan's penis as a baby was a tiny thing no larger than the average baby penis, but that's part of what made it funny.)

However, in the wake of the joke, Glory looked around and saw dreamy faces on all four women. She thought, Good Lord! Even a joke about his penis gets them all googly-eyed. These women have it bad! They're really in love with him! ALL of them!

This shocked Glory because she'd assumed that the new aspect of their relationships with Alan were first and foremost all about sex. And while she could guess from the dreamy looks that a lot of it was about the sex, the looks left no doubt there was some intense romantic love here too. It was the kind of look you might see on a deliriously happy newlywed.

FOUR women, all in love with the same guy?! How does that work? Are they at each other's throats half the time, or is Alan torn into four pieces, or what? I overheard him earlier saying... What did he say to Susan? Oh yeah. "I'm stretched twelve different ways." I'm beginning to understand what he means.

But while Glory wanted to ask questions about how their relationships with each other worked, she didn't dare do so for fear of opening a can of worms.

The banter and joking went on as Susan finally brought out the food.

It was a very traditional Thanksgiving meal. The turkey was the main item, of course, but there were many sides dishes, and especially non-meat ones since Amy was vegetarian. Jellied cranberry sauce, baked potatoes, stuffing, gravy, ears of corn, and so on - it was all there.

Everything was homemade. Susan may have had a strict and prudish childhood with more scolds than hugs, but one benefit to her traditional upbringing was that she had been taught to be a great cook.

Susan was showered with praise even before a bite was eaten, just from the beautiful presentation of the meal. Everyone knew it would be a feast to remember.

With the table bursting with food, Susan tapped her wine glass with a spoon, keen to make an announcement before Suzanne could. She said in a loud voice, "Thank you one and all for your kind words. Now, in the past, on the few occasions he was actually here, my husband Ron had the honor of carving the turkey. But Ron is gone for good and we have a new man of the house. Alan, my Tiger, my Sweetie, my son, would you please do the honors?"

"Sure, Mom," Alan said as he stood up and grabbed the carving knife. He looked to Glory with worry, hoping Susan hadn't been too blatant with her "my Tiger, my Sweetie, my son" comment, not to mention the way she gushed about him being the "man of the house." Good God! The way Mom said that, that fiery look in her eyes, it was like she was saying, "We have a new man of the house who's going to knock all this food onto the floor and fuck me on the table right now!" She's just so sexy and insatiable. I can hardly concentrate on the cutting. Geez!

Alan didn't realize that Susan had been fantasizing about that very thing not too many minutes before. He spoke to his penis. Down, boy. Now's not the time to get excited yet again. You're going to take the whole afternoon off, for once, and just rest. So relax and don't think too much about the fact that you're having this meal with five of the loveliest, sexiest, and most fuckable women on the entire planet. He concentrated on his groin and realized his erection was as turgid as ever. Hmmm. That didn't help too much.

Glory did find Susan's demeanor a bit odd, but she let it slide.

Everyone gave themselves heaping helpings except for Amy and Suzanne, since they both knew they'd have to eat another big meal with Brad and Eric later in the day.

After the turkey was carved up and all the plates were filled, Susan again surprised everyone by saying, "And now, Glory, if you don't mind, we're a religious family and we always take time out to thank God for all he's given us, since this is a special day to give thanks. Alan, as man of the house, can you also please say grace?"

Glory said as she closed her eyes and held the hands of those on either side of her, "I don't mind. It's a tradition in my family, too. Please go ahead."

Alan was taken aback that he'd been chosen. He'd all but confessed to Susan that he was agnostic, though she seemed to be in denial about that and generally still tried to drag him to church every Sunday. What's more, the request was surprising because he'd never been asked to say grace before. Susan had always filled in when Ron was gone. But he thought, Wow, Mom must be really serious about all this "man of the house" stuff. I guess that's not just a phrase that gets her excited. I really am becoming head of this family!

He felt a surge of power go through him and felt his erection twitch with excitement. He looked around at all the women holding hands with their heads bowed and thought, Here's my real prayer. Dear God, I don't know what I did to deserve these incredibly wonderful women. This can't all be coincidence, can it? It's like I've won the sex lottery or something. I have more to be thankful for than anyone in the whole state, I'm sure. But God, even though I don't really believe in You, I will nonetheless swear to You that I'm going to do my best not to abuse my position and to keep all my loves as happy as I can. At least, I'm swearing that to myself. Amen.

He took one last look at them and decided he shouldn't keep them waiting any longer.

So he cleared his throat and said, "Dear God, thank you so much for everything You have given us all this past year. You have been extremely generous in making us all so very happy. We thank You and, uh, we pray for good health and happiness for another year. Shine down Your love upon us all. Amen."

The others all echoed his "Amen" and then broke hands, ready to eat.

Alan thought as he took his first bite of turkey, Strange. I'm not big on prayer, obviously, but somehow that really calmed me a lot. I just feel so loved by my family that what's the worst that could go wrong?

As soon as he finished that thought, Glory asked Susan, "What's this 'man of the house' phrase you keep repeating, Susan? The way you say it, it sounds like a formal title, almost like it should be capitalized or something. Is there some kind of interesting family tradition there?"

Alan gulped. What could go wrong? That could go wrong! He looked at Susan fearfully, petrified that she'd start going off about her "Big Tits Theory" and the like. Since she had her predictable catchphrases, he could imagine her exact words: "Glory, you know that my son is a very well-hung and virile young man. It's only natural that someone so clever and handsome should completely control this house and all the lusty busty women within it, don't you agree? Who are we to resist?"

But the holding of hands and the prayer had calmed Susan's ardor quite a bit and she replied, "No, there's nothing really special about that. I'm just trying to remind Alan that he's eighteen now and he's a man, no longer a boy. With that comes new privileges, such as carving the turkey, but also new responsibilities. You know, call me a simple farm girl, but when I was growing up my parents taught me that responsibility..."

Susan proceeded to launch into a moralistic lecture of sorts about the importance of being responsible. It was all very clichéd, but it helped calm the remaining jitters in the group.

Glory was lulled into at least temporarily forgetting her incest worries.

Alan's erection subsided too. He was relieved about that since, for once, there was no prospect of relief for him in sight.

Suzanne was impressed with her best friend. That was touch and go there for a few moments. I had my stomping foot all ready to go. I can tell that Susan is deliberately switching into some sort of prudish mode and dredging up bits of speeches from her childhood to make us all seem more normal. Good for her. It looks like she's picked up a bit of my scheming ways after all.

Suzanne's suspicion that the speech was largely an act was confirmed when Glory's attention was diverted. (She was admiring Alan in his dark blue suit, and not for the first time that day.) Susan briefly turned to Suzanne, winked, and then grinned.

But Susan wasn't the only one who got horny. The family had gotten into such a habit of constantly flirting, teasing, and sexually joking that the danger of offending Glory always lurked. Most of the time, they were alert and watching what they said and did. But as the meal progressed and the group relaxed, sometimes their guards went down.

Susan had been repeatedly praised for her cooking by everyone, but halfway through the meal Glory realized that she hadn't said anything about Susan's stuffing yet, and there was almost a rule that guests had to compliment the stuffing on Thanksgiving. (Not to mention, the stuffing and the rest of the meal was quite delicious.) So Glory said, "Susan, I just loooooove your stuffing. It's so good!"

Before she could said more, Amy giggled and said, "Me too! But you should really try Alan's... Um..." Amy was going to say "stuffing" in a voice filled with innuendo. She'd been happy with herself that she'd come up with a sexual play on words just like Katherine or Suzanne could do, but then she realized this wasn't the time or place. She rather lamely finished the sentence, "...cooking. Yeah. He's a real good cook." She blushed and turned away.

Glory turned to Alan. "Is this true? I never knew."

In fact, Alan couldn't cook to save his life, since Susan was always ready and eager to cook for him or Katherine anything they wanted at almost any time. He lied, "Well, I can cook a few things here and there." Then he said more honestly, "But it's nothing like MOM's cooking. I think Amy exaggerates."

Glory was no fool and actually was amused by Amy's intended comment about "Alan's stuffing." She didn't mind much since it was coming from Amy. But she diplomatically pretended not to understand what was really meant and diverted the conversation into a discussion about cooking.

There was another minor touch and go moment a few minutes later when Glory mentioned to the others that she would have eaten an unremarkable meal all alone had she not been invited, due to the fact that she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend and canceled plans with him.

That was news to Katherine, who said, "That sucks the big one."

Those words caused Susan's eyes to glaze over as she began thinking about her son's "big one" and the joys of sucking it.

Luckily, Suzanne was keeping an eye out for this very type of thing and snapped Susan out of it with some discreet stomping on her foot. She was relieved that Glory had been looking elsewhere the whole time.

But Alan was a quick thinker, and at the same time Suzanne was stomping, he said, "You know Glory, this is like the tenth Thanksgiving that our father has been absent from the dinner table. In fact, he's missed too many holidays in general. It's not that I'm counting ten to one; on the contrary, what I am saying is that Katherine, Mom, and I know what it is like to be left alone at Thanksgiving. We've had a lot of bummer holidays. That's why we were all keen on inviting you when Suzanne found out that you didn't have any special plans."

He reached out for Glory's hand. She let him hold it and then he squeezed it reassuringly. They looked each other in the eyes and shared a special moment.

The interesting thing was that, while Alan had been goaded to say something to divert attention from Susan's "big one" dreamy gaze, he really meant every word that he said. Glory responded to his sincerity because she picked up on his genuine emotions.

CHAPTER 4

The meal went on for a while without any new difficulties. With Glory busy eating, Katherine had a chance to gawk at her without being detected. She thought, Wow. Glory's outfit is so daring. I mean we all wear stuff that's sexier than it around the house, but she went OUT in it. You can see so much of her breasts! If I wore a dress like that... She glanced down at herself. I'd show a lot more. Hee-hee. FINALLY I'm not the runt of the litter!

She smiled a bit, but then almost immediately had a flash of guilt. Glory can't help how big her tits are any more than I can! I shouldn't even THINK things like that. Besides, her boobs are, like, so perfectly round and well-formed. And in class all the guys ever do is drool at her, so I bet she's not that intimidated.

But Katherine was incorrect about Glory not feeling intimidated. Whenever Glory looked at the women around the table, she had a small nagging feeling she didn't quite measure up to the others, both statistically and in terms of emotional commitment.

Still, despite that minor dark cloud, Glory was surprised how much she felt like a part of "the gang." Aside from Alan, she'd only previously dealt with the others in a very formal manner. For instance, she'd taught both Amy and Katherine, but they were just faces in her classes, no more special than any other students. But Alan had told her some things about Susan and Katherine especially, and much more importantly, the others all knew a startling amount about her from what Alan had already told them.

This really hit home for Glory when the meal came to an end and dessert was brought out. It was angelfood cake with Peanut Butter Cup ice cream and a bowl of fruit consisting of mostly watermelon and kiwis.

She looked at the desert and thought, My favorite kind of cake. And my favorite ice cream. And I just loooove watermelon and kiwis! She said aloud, "Hey! Wait a minute. These are all my favorite desserts. This can't just be a coincidence. How did you know?"

Susan beamed, happy that they'd hit the bullseye with the desserts. She nodded at her son. "My Tiger told me, of course."

Glory turned to Alan. "And how did YOU know? I don't remember telling you."

Alan admitted, "I don't know when, but I remembered from something or other. It was probably way back. Just think, Glory, we've been friends for two years now. As your favorite teacher's pet, I got to talk to you for hours and hours and hours." He chuckled as he said, "I probably know more about you than you do."

Glory just nodded, thinking, He's right. And he's obviously shared a great deal with everyone else here. So even though I feel like I hardly know most of them, THEY think of me as an old friend. How odd. No wonder I feel so at home here. And when they were asking me all those basic questions about my life earlier, I'll bet they all knew most of the answers already. Tricky!

The big meal had gone down with a lot of wine, and now the dessert resulted in the drinking of yet more dessert wine.

The dessert finally came to an end and everyone sat back and slouched some, all of them enjoying the feeling of fullness after eating a very good and sizable meal.

Alan unbuckled his belt a notch and patted himself on the stomach. Aaaaah! ... This is the life. Sex, sex, and more sex is all well and good, and I certainly wouldn't change a minute about anything that's happened to me in the last two months. But I'm looking forward to an afternoon with no sex in it and in fact absolutely nothing for me to do at all. I can feel a big fat nap coming on. Mmmm...

Glory was feeling a happy buzz (as were the others) and her guard was down, causing her curiosity to finally get the best of her. She asked, "I've been thinking about this all day. And if it's rude to ask, please just say so. But I keep wondering: HOW do you make this whole multiple lover thing work? I just can't see it working."

There were a lot of nervous glances back and forth between the others, and Glory noticed that most of them were directed at Suzanne as they looked to her for guidance about what to say. Even Alan looked to her and suddenly seemed more like a boy than a man.

Suzanne finally decided to field the question for the group. "Well... To be honest, it does have its difficulties. But the important thing is that we all love each other, and with love, you know, well, it's really true that love conquers all."

Suzanne impulsively reached out her hands to the two people closest to her and held their hands. Within seconds, everyone made a ring of hands around the table and included Glory in it. The glow of love and happiness Glory saw on the faces of the five people around her as they reaffirmed Suzanne's words with loving glances between each other was so bright that it practically could have lit up a dark room.

Glory thought, Geez, that's so corny, yet obviously sincere. I don't know whether to gag or cry tears of joy. She wouldn't admit it consciously, but she felt a strong tug to feel that kind of unconditional love in her life too.

She probed with another question, "I hate to pry, but I was under the impression that Alan would be the one in charge of your group and that's the way you'd keep order, by deferring to him. But that's not what I've seen today. If anything, Suzanne seems in charge. Is that true?"

Susan answered proudly, "Alan is definitely the man of the house! We all love him and look up to him. He's so strong and handsome and clever that how can any of us resist when..."

Suzanne could see where Susan was going with that and stomped hard on Susan's foot before she could start gushing about the joys of being tamed by her son's big cock. She seamlessly continued Susan's sentence for her: "...he really puts his foot down? But the thing is, he does that so rarely. You know Alan as well as anyone. You know he's just not the bossy, asshole type. He likes to go with the flow. That's why decisions are often left up to me."

Glory thought it was fishy how Suzanne took over the conversation like that. She wanted to know what Susan had been about to say.

But Suzanne cruised ahead, leaving Glory no time to think. "That's why I'm so keen to have your help, Glory. It's just like I told you before. We all love Alan so much that we find it hard to tell him no sometimes, and he loves us too much to be bossy, so we can become a bit of a leaderless blob. Like when it comes to getting him to do his homework, for instance, he doesn't have a stern authority figure to say, 'Finish your work right now, or else.' That's why, Glory, I'm hoping you and I can work together to institute a kind of 'tough love' regimen. We should figure out exactly what his daily workload is, what areas he needs help in the most, put together a schedule, and make sure he sticks to it with strategically applied carrots and sticks."

Suzanne was clever indeed in managing to steer the conversation away from contentious relationship issues to the relatively safer topic of homework.

Glory though, was having trouble following along because she was so taken by Suzanne. While the others talked homework, she thought, "Carrots and sticks." I know where Alan can strategically apply HIS stick when he's around me! And with Suzanne there, what if the reward for finishing his homework is that he gets to have both of us at the same time?

Her heart began to beat harder, more from thinking about Suzanne than Alan. What if Alan forces me to do things with Suzanne? Sexual things. Nasty, naughty, dirty, terribly sexual things! What if he forced us to kiss on the lips with our bodies all naked and oiled up and then grind our-

"What do you think, Glory?"

Glory snapped out of her daydream thoughts as she heard someone ask her a question. She didn't know what it was about but assumed it had to do with the homework idea mentioned half a minute before, so she made some general remarks about that.

Meanwhile, she was chastising herself. There I go again, thinking about Suzanne in "that way." I'm not a lesbian, not at all! I hear that sometimes perfectly straight guys can get aroused watching old footage of Elvis Presley - it's not the gender they're responding to, it's the pure sensuality, the aura. That's what it must be with the way I feel around Suzanne. It's not that I'm thinking about actually getting physical with her; it's that I'm responding to her constant sensual vibe. I mean, I look at Susan and objectively she's just as stunning as Suzanne. In fact, their bodies are near mirrors of each other. But Susan doesn't do anything for me. Why is that? But then just one look at Suzanne and I get all weak in the knees! Why is THAT?!

Glory was getting increasingly flustered. She was tipsy and feeling loose as a goose. Now that she'd started thinking of Suzanne in "that way" she couldn't stop thinking about her or even keep her eyes off her, and she was petrified that Suzanne or someone else would notice. Meanwhile, the smell of Alan's cum seemed to be growing stronger and stronger (which was true, as the air freshener was wearing off), and sitting right next to Alan was proving to be just as distracting to her as being near Suzanne.

The others were still discussing Alan and homework, and normally Glory would have been a chatterbox about it. But her thoughts were scattered and she was only giving short answers when directly questioned.

She decided, I need to get out of here before I do something foolish! I have to get out in the fresh air, away from the smell of his cum! She whiffed the air again. God, that boy must be one horny little bugger. Maybe it's just my imagination, or the alcohol, but it seems like the whole house smells like his penis!

She made her excuses to leave, and soon everyone was standing and guiding her to the front door. But she was frustrated because she wanted out, away from the cum smell and all the sexy and gorgeous people around her, but the group seemed to move in slow motion towards the front of the house, chatting all the way.

It took five or so minutes, but Glory finally found herself at the front door. To her great relief, Alan opened it and that let in more fresh air. She felt like she was just about home free.

But that brought a new problem to her mind, one that she'd been suppressing all throughout her visit. Now what's going to happen with Alan? I thought this visit might help clarify my feelings about him, but I'm just as torn as ever.

On the verge of saying a final good-bye, she abruptly blurted out, "One last thing. I just gotta know. I mean, um, er, how do you all do it? Sexually, I mean? I mean, look! There's one of Alan and four of you, and we all know he plays around elsewhere quite a lot. And you're all women with what I can only assume are some strong sexual needs. How can he keep you satisfied? I just don't get it."

Suzanne stepped forward to answer that, carefully stepping on Susan's foot as she did so. She answered very diplomatically, carefully avoiding topics such as lesbianism. "Good question. Some of it is that Alan is a very sexually active young man, as you know. But a lot of it is just that we have to lower our expectations sometimes. I might have to be only half as active as I'd like to be, for instance. But I'd rather have only ten percent of Alan than 100 percent of anyone else, because that's how much I love him, and how good he makes me feel. Does that answer your question?"

Glory stared at Suzanne, and then at the other women who were all fervently nodding in agreement. She nodded. "Yes it does. Thanks. And sorry for being so forward with my questions. But your group is just so... fascinating. And with that, I should probably get going. Thanks again for the lovely time-"

Katherine had been fairly quiet for some time, so everyone was surprised when she stepped up from the back of the group to stand right in front of Glory and said dramatically to her, "I know what you're thinking! You're wondering how you can have Alan in your life, but it just doesn't seem to work! How can you share him with so many? How is that possible? Well, I'm telling you, it's very possible!"

Suzanne had just tried to step on Katherine's foot but it didn't have an effect. She was feeling panicky, thinking, We're soooooo close; we've almost made it without any huge mistakes. She's right at the front door; we can't blow it now!

She stepped forward and grabbed Katherine by the arm. Using Susan's term of endearment, she said, "Angel, really-"

But Katherine was building up a head of steam and defiantly pushed Suzanne's hand away. "Let me talk! This is important! Glory, don't walk out of here without Alan in your life and in your arms. Don't be a fool!"

Again, Suzanne tried to grab her, saying, "Please, I'm sure Glory can make up her own mind-"

But Katherine blew her off again. "Look, Glory, Alan needs you. He's too nice a guy to try to push you into anything, but he does! I've been a fool too. I tried to keep him all to myself. Even now I get so jealous. To answer your question, I want him all the time and it drives me mad when I can't have him. But my needs aren't the most important ones here. He's my brother, and I love him, and I only want what's best for him!" Having said that, she started to get all choked up.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued with even more emotional angst in her voice, "I've been so jealous, I've made a mess of things lately. It's time I pay my dues. Glory, if you're giving up on him because you don't think he can be with you often enough, I'll give my share to you!"

All the others looked at Katherine with shell-shocked amazement, except for Glory, who blinked in surprise and didn't quite understand. "Your share? What do you mean?"

"I mean, until the end of the school year, I'll just have to go without sex. I don't know how I'll do it, but somehow I'll manage. I must! Alan needs you and I can't let you just walk away! If he gives you double the attention, believe me, you'll forget about the rest of us and you'll never be more satisfied!"

Now Alan stepped forward and grabbed Katherine by her other arm. "Sis, what are you doing?! You don't have to do this."

She stared at him lovingly. "No, I don't, but I want to! Don't you see I love you? Maybe this is how I can prove just how much I care."

Alan protested, "I won't allow it! This is insane!"

Then Glory said, "Katherine, thank you. I'm touched by your generous offer. I'm just, frankly... floored by the level of love and caring shown by everyone in this house. I was so afraid to come here, but now I'm kind of sad to go. But I can't accept your offer. I'm still all torn up about where Alan and I stand and I guess we won't resolve things today, but the quantity of sex is not the decisive issue, not for me. When I came here a couple of hours ago, I was thinking the worst. Two-headed babies or something. I don't know what I was thinking. ... I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but Katherine, please keep having sex with your brother. What you just said is so touching, so loving; I can't stand in the way of that."

That reply upset Katherine. She really meant what she said and felt a great need to make Glory understand.

But before she could respond, Alan wrapped her in a big bear hug. "Sis! My little sister! That was such a sweet thought. I love you more than ever!"

Had Glory not been there, Alan and Katherine certainly would have kissed, and probably gotten a whole lot more intimate than that. But with the others watching, and especially Glory standing there, they just hugged in a platonic way.

Somehow, that one hug led to a lot of other hugs, as each woman and Alan gave Glory a good-bye hug. It almost seemed like she was headed off to war. Again, Glory was touched and surprised at how emotionally involved she'd become with all the people here in just two or so hours of good food and lively conversation.

But finally all the good-byes were said and Alan said to no one in particular, "Okay, time to blow this Popsicle stand."

Immediately, Susan's eyes glazed over. She started to salivate as she dreamed about blowing her favorite "Popsicle."

Luckily, Suzanne was still on alert and brought Susan back to Earth with a well-placed foot stomp. She thought, Geez. As soon as things calm down around here, I'm really going to have to dial down her sex obsession. It's endearing, but a little too much.

Alan and Glory finally made it out the door and down the front walk. There was an unspoken assumption that Alan would drive her home, so he walked with her, carrying her overcoat along the way.

As they reached his car, she turned to him and smiled as she said, "Nice family."

Alan just smiled back. He noticed that she'd picked up on the unmentioned fact that Suzanne and Amy were as much a part of his family now as Katherine and Susan were.

CHAPTER 5

Adrian sat at his computer controls, feeling bored and despondent, but most of all, anxious. Unlike most kids his age, the controls were not to some video game console, but to the video system covering the entire mansion he lived in. In a relatively short time, Adrian had become a veteran at monitoring the mansion. He had multiple windows open on a big computer monitor, revealing the activity in many rooms at once. The house was bustling with activity at the moment, so there was plenty for him to watch. There were half a dozen paid staffers putting the finishing touches on a big Thanksgiving meal, and the trusted old maid Anika was in charge of everything.

But Adrian didn't care much about any of that, and even the sight of Anika, whom he loved like a grandmother, rushing around and telling the others what to do, could barely hold his attention. The one person he cared about above all others, his mother Brenda, wasn't home, so there was nothing to hold his interest except to imagine what it would be like when she finally did arrive.

What really got him upset as he sat and waited was thinking about where she was and what she was doing. Even on Thanksgiving, which should be a special family day, she spends half her time over at Alan's house! It was like she stabbed me in the chest this morning when she told me that's where she was going, but what could I do about it? It's not like I'M her master. Oh no! Some guy named Alan who apparently isn't even much older than me gets that lucky role.

I'll bet at this very moment Alan is rubbing his hands all over her huge breasts while she gives him a good titty fuck. Those big melons are probably all oiled up and he's having the time of his life as he drowns her chest in spunk! He must be cackling and chortling with glee as he thinks about poor schmucks like me, if he even thinks of me at all, which I'm sure he doesn't.

What's he got that I haven't got?! Why would Ma have this total personality change just because of him?! I've been reading some stories on the web about how perfectly normal women turn into insatiable submissive sluts, but that's just over the top fantasy! It never happens in real life! And even in the fantasies it's usually the son who turns his mother into a submissive slut. But noooo! She's gaga over some other guy I'll probably never even meet. What a body blow. My self-confidence was nearly nonexistent already; every day at school is a nightmare, and now this. I get to sit here alone while some totally hot sex orgy fantasy involving my mom plays out for real somewhere else.

This royally sucks!

He watched as most of the staff finished what they were doing and left. They were under orders to have everything finished and be gone by noon exactly, except of course for Anika who lived at the house and practically never left it. She had been a de facto family member for years, and in fact the only three people at the Thanksgiving meal were to be Adrian, Brenda, and Anika. That's how it was lately at almost every breakfast and dinner. Brenda had taken to wearing such revealing outfits that no staffers besides Anika were allowed in the house when she was there, aside from some rare exceptions.

Finally, the house was empty except for Anika, and even she just sat down on a couch to rest. But Adrian started to get excited and adjusted the controls of one video camera so it pointed at nothing but the front door. He stared and stared at the door, willing for it to open.

About ten minutes later, his hopes were realized as Brenda walked in through the massive front doors and shut them behind her. To Adrian's disappointment, she was wearing an overcoat, but this wasn't so surprising to him since she'd left dressed in one that morning. More worrisome was that she seemed slumped down and dejected, and she even let out a heavy sigh.

Anika roused herself and quickly crossed through several rooms until she came into the large foyer where Brenda stood. That marble floored room was larger than a typical condo or apartment, and that wasn't even counting the two huge staircases leading to the second floor where Adrian lurked.

Ironically, even though Brenda loved to serve at the Plummer house, she expected to be waited on hand and foot in her own mansion. She didn't even deign to take off her overcoat but waited until Anika arrived and took it from her.

Oh baby! Party time! Adrian's heart began pounding like a drum as the overcoat fell away and Brenda's outfit was revealed. Even though he'd seen her dress in the same outfit that morning, he was so excited to see it again that he was practically salivating. She wore an extremely skimpy fire engine red dress that was just barely enough to wear outdoors and not get arrested. Frankly, it made her look like a high class hooker on the prowl. He knew for a fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath it, since he'd watched her dress.

The sound on the surveillance system was as top notch as the visuals, so when Brenda said to Anika, "Hi. I'm back. How's Aidy doing?" it was like she was ten feet away and saying it right to him.

Anika replied in her thick Austrian accent, "He's goot. He's up in his room, I tink."

Brenda sighed again and said, "Let's take a walk out back."

Adrian was crushed. He had his fly open and was ready to masturbate to the video of his mother walking around the house, but there was no video coverage of the expansive gardens behind the house. The best he could do was look out the window, and that wasn't very good at all.

He'd noticed that in recent days, Anika and Brenda had been taking an unusual number of walks in the back yard, and this puzzled him. He was too young and naïve to put two and two together and realize that the walks had started exactly when the video surveillance system was installed. It was a safe way for them to talk without Adrian overhearing.

But happily for Adrian, the walk out back didn't last long, and when Brenda came back in the house her mood had taken a turn for the better. She headed straight for one of the marble staircases.

Adrian knew she was coming to look for him so he zipped up his fly, rushed back to his room, picked up a book, and flopped down on his bed. The wait seemed interminable. He tried to look like he was relaxing and enjoying the book when Brenda came in.

Brenda walked in without knocking - she wasn't much on privacy these days. "Hi Aidy! You miss me?"

He'd been hoping that she'd come in still wearing her sexy red dress, especially since it had so much potential for accidental nipple exposure. But to his shock, what she wore now made that dress look positively frumpy.

She paused after entering and closed her eyes, giving her son a perfect opportunity to gawk without fear of embarrassment. All she had on was a see-through nightie and a tiny pair of panties that were nearly as see-through. (She also wore black "fuck me" pumps, but Adrian didn't notice them since his eyes didn't get anywhere near her feet.) The nightie, which was white insofar as it had enough material to have any color at all, hung over her so loosely that it didn't do a thing to stop her breasts from wobbling about and crashing into each other like two Jell-O-y bowling balls.

She said, "Anika, that spoilsport, said the dress I was wearing just now was indecent. She made me go change. But she doesn't know what I've changed into! This can be our little secret, can't it? ... I said, can't it, Pooh Bear?"

But he was beyond words. His blood was boiling and his breathing was so excited that he was in danger of hyperventilation. He thought that life couldn't possibly get any better than this, but he was wrong. Her sweet perfume wafted to his nose, and nearly bowled him over. That smell alone was enough to get his penis hard at any time.

She bee-lined right to where he sat and enveloped him in a big hug.

She was standing and he was sitting, so he found his upper chest, neck, and chin enveloped in gloriously abundant tit-flesh. He could feel her two long nipples poking into his chest just as firmly as if she was poking her index fingers into him with considerable pressure. The satiny lingerie material seemed like no barrier at all to her nakedness. He was in heaven. The only minor fly in the ointment was the fact that he was wearing pants and a T-shirt.

"I take it you like my little outfit?" She giggled nervously. She wasn't used to being this bold.

He nodded frantically. Then he gasped, "Oh Momma! I missed you so much!" The way she'd come up on him and hugged him while he still sat was unusual. He'd opened his arms with the intention of wrapping them around her back side, but without intending it his hands wound up on her ass instead.

He felt horrified when he realized what he'd done and was about to pull his hands away, but then she cooed, "Mmmm. Someone's feeling frisky. Don't stop! Do you like Momma's ass?"

He'd actually already pulled his hands away some by the time her words registered in his brain. He was shy and timid, but he was no fool. He quickly put his hands back on her butt. While there was some cloth between his fingers and her ass, it was delightfully thin and silky. He found himself actually liking the fact the cloth was there because it somehow heightened the tactile delight of exploring her ass cheeks. And her ass was even more delightful because it was being firmed up by the high "fuck me" pumps she was perched on.

He was too busy with his hands to answer her question, so she continued in a sensual voice, "Mmmm, you DO like Momma's ass. That's good. Momma likes it when you touch all her naughty places."

But even though his hands were in ass nirvana, a large part of him was still peeved that she'd been gone all morning. He complained, "Momma, why'd you have to go back to his place? I've been so bored and lonely without you. It's not like I can really go anywhere on Thanksgiving, and I don't even have any homework. Why'd you have to be with HIM?!"

She pulled back from her hug and looked him closely in the eyes. After a long pause, she said, "That's really eating you up, isn't it?" She broke the hug completely and sat on the bed right next to him.

"It is! Thanksgiving is a family day. But you leave me all alone!" He was rather regretting bringing the topic up because it separated his hands from her ass, but his feelings were bottled up from hours of waiting and he couldn't hold back his frustration.

She cooed, "Awww, poor Pooh Bear."

"Momma, don't treat me like a baby!"

Ignoring his words, she fanned herself with a hand, and the movement of her upper arm caused her whole chest to shake in the most beguiling ways. "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" She hissed with extra passion, "Hot and sexy, with my sexy young son. I feel so terribly overdressed." She giggled at the absurdity of that comment, especially since he was wearing a black T-shirt and long pants. "I might just have to take off this heavy nightie. Would you like that, Son?"

He felt like his brain was set on "fry," if not "broil," but he persisted with wanting to complain about Alan. "You're trying to distract me!" He added to himself, And it's working. By God, is it working!

She chuckled. "Am I? So you're saying you might find this a bit distracting too?" She lifted her nightie up over her head and pulled it off. Then she tossed it aside. All she still wore were her panties and heels.

He gulped. There was a long pause as he simply tried to stare at her chest without passing out from sheer excitement.

She beamed with pleasure at his reaction. "You were saying something?"

Prior to the baring of his mother's monstrous breasts, he was about to say, "I'm not a little kid anymore." Now he still said those words, but they came out as little more than an awed whisper.

She looked at the visible bulge in his crotch. "No you're not! I can see that." She pointed a finger at his bulge, and then the fingertip of that finger began to slide up and down it. "Is that all for Momma? Have you been thinking naughty thoughts about her while you've been waiting? Here, let me help you with that."

She unzipped his fly and fished his erection out. Then, for good measure, she pulled his pants down his thighs some before firmly grasping his erection with both hands.

He was staggered, and incredibly nervous. True, just the day before she had held his penis and even stroked it a bit before Anika told her to stop, but that hardly meant he was expecting it to happen again, and certainly not in such a quick and matter-of-fact manner.

She held his shaft lovingly. "Ah, such a nice one. It's not as big as Alan's, but then again, you're still a growing boy. Yours is just as fun to play with. MMMM! Feels so warm and alive! Hand me that hand lotion, will you?"

He was embarrassed by the fact he had a bottle of hand lotion by his bedside to help with his frequent masturbation sessions. But he quickly forgot about his embarrassment as he watched his mother cover her hands with the lotion.

Then, with a naughty smile, she began stroking his erection with both hands. "So Aidy, tell me. What's bothering you about Alan? Let's talk."

"Let's talk?! But Momma, you're holding my, well, you know, with both hands!"

"Sssh! Keep it down. You don't want Anika to find out and spoil our fun, do you?" She winked conspiratorially. "I'll only keep doing this if you tell me what's bothering you." She figured that if she pleasured his penis every time he talked about Alan, before long he wouldn't mind Alan that much anymore. It was simple Pavlovian association, like teaching a dog to drool at the sound of a bell. In fact, she hardly moved her hands at all because she didn't want him to shoot too early, and she really did want a meaningful conversation.

"Well, um, Ma, it's just not right! I know we talked about this yesterday, but I still don't understand. Why him? Look at how wealthy we are, how beautiful you are! You can do so much better than just be one in a group."

"A harem, Aidy, a harem," Brenda corrected him.

"A harem! That's even worse! I can't even get myself to say it. It's so humiliating. Momma, you have to stop. Please! For me!"

"Stop my stroking?" Her hands stopped, but only for a second or two. They resumed their languid journey up and down his shaft. She giggled, knowing that wasn't what he meant, but then turned serious. "I can't stop, my Pooh Bear, and it's not right for you to ask me to. I'm a woman, with womanly needs. What if Alan asked me to marry him? Would you stop that?"

"No. Of course not. That's socially respectable."

"Who cares about socially respectable? Should I stop stroking your lovely cock? Certainly that's not socially respectable in the least. Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he whimpered, almost imperceptibly.

"I thought not. Aidy, I need Alan so much. You can't understand how strong my need is. Please don't try to get in the way. He makes me happy. Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Yeah, but why can't he just marry you? Then it wouldn't be so painful to me."

"Well, he hasn't married me, per se, but I've been accepted into his family of lovers in a special ceremony. In fact, it took place just last night. That's why I was so happy this morning when I came home briefly to check in on you. It's not really the same as marriage, but again, try to think of it like what the Muslims do with their four wives."

Adrian asked with some hope, "So, you mean you're like a de facto wife now?"

"Not exactly. He has some others that are more like his wives; I'm more like his sex slave."

His heart sunk. "SEX SLAVE?! MooooOOOOOooom! That's just so wrong!"

She could see he was upset, and combated that by speeding up her stroking. He certainly wasn't so upset that he lost his erection.

"Why? Look at me." She took one hand off his erection long enough to gesture dramatically at her glorious nudity. She decided this wasn't the time for modesty. "Look at me and tell me my body isn't made for sex. If some mad scientist with a big breast fetish could genetically engineer a body for sex, how would it be different from mine?"

"I don't know," he admitted. Between her increased stroking and her bountiful bare chest staring him in the face, swaying and wobbling enticingly as she stroked him, all the fight had gone out of him.

"Well, my body is built for sex, and I've come to accept and indeed revel in that fact, rather than fighting it and feeling ashamed. Just like I told you yesterday. Alan was the one who discovered my 'on' switch, and so naturally should reap the rewards of my new found sensuality. Isn't that fair?"

"But Ma! Does he love you?"

She thought about that. "No, probably not. But I think he will, in time. It would be nice if he did, but ultimately it doesn't matter. I am his possession, his toy to play with, no matter what."

"MooooOOOOoooom!"

"Adrian, think for a minute. You're being foolish! Alan has turned me into a sex fiend! I can't stop. Like right now, I feel so much better stroking you as I talk. It just feels right, and natural, for me to do this. That's my role now: getting naked and making cocks cum! For what it's worth, Aidy, there are only two men in my life, Alan and you. So the more my master turns me into a perfect sex toy, the more you'll benefit too!" She found her words making her hotter, and so she stroked with increasing passion. "When I get all hot like I am right now, who knows what might happen? Your Momma's gonna make you cum and cum so very much!"

As she continued to talk, she started to work herself into a frenzy. Her son's erection was extremely slick due to the hand lotion on it, not to mention copious amounts of his pre-cum, so her hands started to practically fly up and down it. The faster her hands moved, the more her arms shook, and that caused her entire upper body to shake and bounce too.

Adrian was a goner. He didn't have Alan's PC muscle control, and in fact had little control over his erection at all. Only the fact that he was in a daze, hypnotized to near idiocy by his mother's jiggling rack and her constant stroking, enabled him to hold out this long. But once she really went for broke while saying such slutty things, what little self-control he had completely collapsed. His hips bucked as he started to spurt his cum.

Brenda kept both hands away from his penis head for the time being, so there was nothing stopping his cum from shooting into the air. Even as she stroked, she made sure to aim the arcs of flying cum onto her chest as much as possible.

He was a quiet type, so even he was surprised when he yelled out a triumphant roar as his cum splattered his mother's massive tits.

She was surprised; she'd never heard him make a sound even remotely like that. He rarely so much as raised his voice. But his cries encouraged her. "That's it, Pooh Bear! Mark my tits! Make me yours!"

That just drove him on. He thought he was running low on cum due to his recent fevered pace of self-love, but somehow the sheer arousal of the situation coaxed a few more ropes from him before he fell backwards, completely wiped out.

CHAPTER 6

Adrian didn't quite pass out, but it seemed to him as if his life force had left him. He wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

"Aidy? Aidy?"

He opened his eyes to see what his mother wanted, but that was all his completely exhausted body could do.

Suddenly, it hit him like a Mack truck. My God! I just came all over Ma! His whole body spasmed as if an electric shock passed through it, because at the same time that realization hit him, he saw that Brenda was scooping up his cum gobs off the upper slopes of her bare breasts, licking her fingers clean, and sucking them off in her mouth.

He sat up, suddenly completely wired and alive.

"Aidy! You taste good. Yum! I knew you would." In fact, his cum was much more bitter than Alan's, but she wanted to sound encouraging. It certainly wasn't repellant and she could tell she could come to love the taste, in time, but it wasn't addictively delicious the way Alan's was.

"Momma! What the hell?! Is this for real?!"

"Aidy, I keep trying to tell you. My body is meant to serve. To serve you and serve my master. All you have to do is accept me and my new life in Alan's harem. There's enough of me to share."

Despite the insanely arousing sight in front of him, Adrian frowned. "But Ma. I thought I was your master now."

She raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"

"What you just said. 'Make me yours.'" His timidity took over and his voice faded as he spoke. The words "Make me yours" seemed so outrageous that he barely managed to finish the sentence.

She replied, "Of course I'm yours. I'll always be yours. And I love that you affirmed that by marking me with your yummy seed. But remember that I'm also Alan's. With you, I'm your mother first and foremost. He's the one who really owns my body."

She wasn't being diplomatic about Alan, to say the least, but she was so infatuated with her master that she didn't realize the damage her words were causing.

Adrian visibly deflated. He was confused. One moment something would happen to get him extremely excited, but then she would say something about her relationship with this Alan that would crush his spirits.

She saw this, at least, and said, "I know you must be confused. I serve two men now and that's unusual. But I'm sure you'll come to love all the changes in me and accept what has happened." She licked up another cum gob and lightly moaned in satisfaction as she swallowed it down. "Mmmm. Let me lift your spirits by drinking straight from the tap."

She bent over to put her lips on his still flaccid penis.

But before she could get there, she heard, "Brenda! NO!"

Brenda lifted her head and turned towards the door where the voice came from. To no one's great surprise, it was Anika, looking stern and unhappy.

Brenda had expected Anika to come in and spoil her fun sooner or later; what surprised her now that she thought about it was that Anika had left her alone with Adrian as long as she did.

Anika walked into the room, completely unfazed by Brenda's and Adrian's partial nakedness. She scraped one of her index fingers back and forth across her other one in a "naughty, naughty" gesture. "Brenda? Vat do you tink you're doink? You know dat's a no no. No mouth. Not vithout Suzanne's okay."

Adrian had been repeatedly hit by one surprise after another ever since Brenda had come home. He'd fantasized about his mother for years and suddenly all his dreams were coming true, even if there was a fly in the ointment in the shape of Alan. But to hear Anika confirm that handjobs were okay, even if blowjobs were not, almost blew his head open. He stared at Anika with complete incredulity.

Brenda slumped a bit and looked down. "Sorry, Anika. I just can't help myself."

"I know. Dat's de problem. I'm goink to haf to tell Suzanne about dis. She von't be happy." Anika looked upset, but really it was more of an act than anything. She'd been watching Adrian and Brenda through the video surveillance system for a while until they became completely absorbed with each other; and then she'd watched from the door.

She had no problem with Adrian and Brenda getting physical with each other, she just wanted to make sure that they followed the path Suzanne had laid out for them and didn't go too far too soon. She realized that she would have to play the bad cop in a "good cop, bad cop" routine for a while, but she didn't mind. She loved Brenda like she was her own daughter, and Adrian like he was her grandson. She was happy to see them happy together in this way.

Brenda just dropped her head even more dejectedly.

But then Anika clapped her hands. "Come on, you two. Enough dawdlink around. De foot is vaitink for you. Lots of goot foot! Let's go!"

Brenda took Adrian's hand in hers and lifted him up from the bed.

He looked at his mother, caught a glimpse of the totally sheer nightie she'd left on his bed, and then looked down at himself with his penis openly dangling, and said, "Um, Ma, what about our clothes?"

Brenda started forward after Anika, bringing Adrian along with her. "What about them? I feel more comfy like this. How 'bout you?"

Bewildered, he automatically mumbled, "Um, yeah. I guess." But he found that he couldn't actually work up the courage to leave his room in the buff. He pulled his brown pants back up, and said, "Momma, can I leave my pants on for now? I get all weird thinking of Anika seeing me like, well, you know."

Brenda replied, "She just saw everything. She saw my hands flying up and down and all around your juicy rod, so what's the big deal?"

"I know, but I was out of my mind then. Now that I'm thinking about, I get embarrassed."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I'm going to go downstairs in my birthday suit, if you don't mind. A lovely girl named Amy has taught me that there's absolutely nothing wrong with being naked. In fact, we should rejoice in the freedom of complete nudity."

He stared at his mother like she'd grown an extra head.

CHAPTER 7

Adrian thought he was living a dream as he walked through the giant Hunter mansion hand in hand with his mother. He kept looking over to her bare breasts, which wobbled and swayed in an almost violent yet deliciously enticing fashion, all the more so because of her pumps. Brenda was so outrageously stacked that it was a really bad idea for her to run naked, and even walking fast could be rather problematic.

But seeing that enticing sight, and especially noticing her nipples were even longer than usual, got to him fast. His penis was rock hard before they even reached the first floor.

The lump in his pants soon caught her eye. "Oh, Aidy! Such a BIG boy! Is that all for me? You're just like Alan, so hard and full of cum twenty-four hours a day!"

Her comments were bittersweet to Adrian. Why always this Alan all the time? he complained to himself. Alan, Alan, Alan. I HATE that name!

But before he could say anything, Brenda's hand found his erection. "Here. Let me help you with that. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself with that thing so stiff and hard! Do you mind if I do this?" She fished his hard-on out of his pants and held it tightly. Then she licked her lips and gave it a few pleasurable squeezes.

They continued into the dining room with Brenda bent down a little bit and grasping Adrian's erection the whole way. The dining room looked big enough to seat fifty or more, but there was only one small table in the middle of the room capable of seating just four. It was much smaller than the usual table they ate at, and seemed out of place with its simplicity when surrounded by crystal chandeliers and fancy furnishings.

Since he stopped to look at the new table, she began stroking his erection as she talked. "You noticed the table, I see. I figure we should be more comfy now that we're increasingly intimate."

He gulped. Everything seemed to be happening too fast. He sat down in a chair and Brenda sat across the table from him.

Anika stood by, the only servant still in the entire Hunter estate (as usual). But everything had been prepared to perfection already, so she sat at the table too, ready to eat the Thanksgiving meal with Adrian and Brenda just like they were family.

No sooner did Anika sit down though than she stood up again and walked to the adjoining kitchen to bring the food. Though Anika was like family, Brenda was horribly spoiled in her own home and expected Anika to get everything for her.

Brenda winked, and said, "Don't you dare tuck that lovely thing away again. Momma's gonna have fun with it later."

So Adrian kept his fly unzipped and his erection poking straight up as he sat there. (His shyness almost got to him, but the table gave him some protection.) But despite his exposure, which he found surprisingly exciting, his orgasmic urges returned to somewhat manageable levels while he and Brenda waited for Anika to return.

Finally, everything was ready, and with a big mountain of food filling the small table between them, Brenda reached out her hands and said, "Since it's Thanksgiving, shall we say grace?"

Adrian couldn't believe how incredibly bizarre it was for his mother to say grace without wearing a stitch of clothing while his erection hung out in the open and continued to throb with need. The fact that Anika was dressed as usual just made the nudity seem all the stranger.

The three of them held hands. Brenda was fairly religious, though not fervent like Susan. She closed her eyes and said, "Dear Lord. Thank You for everything you've given us this year. It was a difficult year, so very difficult with the divorce looming over our heads, but then you gave me Alan and gave my life new meaning in serving him. Thank You, Lord. I'd like to imagine that Alan is sitting right here in this empty fourth chair, just as he is always here in my heart. And Lord, thank You so much for the continued good health of Anika, whom I love like a mother, and for the good health of Adrian, my cute little Pooh Bear whom I love more than life itself. I know this next year is going to be the best year of our lives, thanks to Your divine guidance and love. Amen."

Adrian could hardly believe his ears, hearing her go on about Alan like that. His erection finally wilted.

With the prayer over and hands unclasped, Brenda was ready to start in on the turkey and the other hot food. But she looked at Adrian and saw him looking very dejected. Tears were even starting to run down his face and his head was still bowed down, a remarkable feat considering that Brenda was right in front of him and jaw-droppingly topless.

"Awww, Pooh Bear. What's wrong, honey?"

There was a long silence. Finally, Adrian said, "Ma, I hate to be ungrateful, what with this big house and big meal and Thanksgiving and everything, but why are you always going on about Alan, Alan, Alan?! I hate that horrible name! You even have him sit here at the table with us in your imagination!" He looked over at the empty chair with loathing. "I hate this guy! I wanna strangle him!"

Brenda reached forward and held Adrian's hand comfortingly. "Awww, Aidy, I'm sorry. I didn't think. It's just that he means so much to me."

"Well, what about me?! Do I mean a lot to you? You just said you love me more than life, but suddenly I'm second fiddle to this Alan guy in everything! I'm so confused! Things are so... great" - his eyes finally drifted up to her exposed cleavage - "but so horrible, too! It's like some kind of twisted joke is being played on me! I'm about to crack! Why can't you love just me? I could give you everything you need! Forget about this Alan guy! Please, Mom, please!"

Brenda was distraught. Her first reaction was to dismiss his concerns and say they had discussed this all yesterday. But seeing the depth of his anguish, she realized that wasn't going to cut it and she'd need a better explanation than what she'd told him before.

She smiled and said, "Pooh Bear, I love you so much and that'll never change, I promise. I'll never neglect you or your happiness, I swear." She kicked off one of her high heels and leaned forward. Then she started to work her bare foot up one of Adrian's legs. She'd brought in the small table mainly so she'd be close enough to her son to play footsie with him, and other games.

She went on, "Aidy, I'm so excited about finding new ways for us to share our love. I want to give you pleasure and joy!" Her foot quickly rose up past his knees and zoomed straight to his crotch.

Adrian gasped as the sole of her foot found his penis. It zoomed back to a full erection in seconds. Her foot had no trouble pinning his hard-on against one of his thighs and starting to stroke it. She figured he would be more receptive to what she said if he was out of his mind with orgasmic pleasure.

She added more soberly, "However, let's face it, there are some things you just can't give me that Alan can. I'm not talking about his giant tasty penis, although that certainly helps. I'm talking about attitude. Some people are natural leaders and some are not. Alan is unusual because he's not arrogant, he's not full of himself, and in fact he's downright modest. Just looking at him at first glance, you wouldn't realize that he's such a sex stud. But he just knows how to take command of a woman!" She closed her eyes for a moment and shivered deliciously with happy memories. "All he has to do is look at me and I get wet, so very wet, because he's claiming ownership over my busty body simply with a single look in my direction."

This was definitely not making Adrian feel better. He said glumly, "And you're saying I'm not like that."

She squeezed his hand with hers above the table and her foot pressed against his hard-on below the table. "No, Pooh Bear, I'm sorry, but you're not."

"But maybe I could learn? Don't you think I could?" His eyes were pleading and sad.

Brenda turned to Anika. "Anika? What do you think? Am I being too harsh here?"

"No," the old woman said, "It's tough luff. Aidy, she's right you know. I hate to say dis, but you're a cream puff. Wery veak. I'm sorry, because it's mostly my fault and Brenda's fault. Ve spoiled you rotten."

Brenda nodded. "It's sad but true. We did spoil you, just like how I'm horribly spoiled too. You just don't have the backbone you need to be a true master. Look at the way you begged me when you asked, 'Maybe I could learn?' Alan wouldn't ask. He just takes what he wants and makes it his. And then he fills every hole with lots of tasty sperm. I doubt I'd even have a long conversation like this with him because after a minute or two I'd find myself on my knees, sucking his intoxicatingly powerful cock. I don't even know how it happens since I'm in such a fog of desire whenever I'm around him, but it does."

Her eyelashes fluttered with desire and then her look turned glassy. But then she refocused on her son and squeezed his hand. "Aidy, I love you as my son, but not as my master. Alan is my natural master. I'm sorry. But as I keep telling you, that shouldn't hinder my relationship with you at all. It's like having both a son and a husband. Just replace 'husband' with 'harem master' and there you go."

Adrian nodded forlornly. His tears had stopped but he was so sad that even his penis had finally gone flaccid again, despite Brenda's footjob. Then, suddenly, he leaned forward and burst into tears.

Brenda put the heel she'd kicked off back on. Then she rushed around the table and wrapped her body around him tightly. As she hugged him, she stroked his hair and kept saying, "There, there."

Adrian stopped sobbing fairly quickly, but tears rolled down his face as he said, "Dammit! You're right! That's what kills me, that you're right. I AM a wimp. I hate it, but it's true! You should see what they do to me in school!"

"What do they do?"

Adrian had been holding a big secret back for a long time, but now it started to come out. "They, they... They beat me up and call me names! Every day! 'Pansy ass' and 'Butt muncher' and so many horrible things! I can't even tell you. It's so shameful!"

Anika gasped.

Brenda gasped too. "What?! Aidy! Is this true?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Adrian started to cry some more. "I'm sorry Ma, but, I didn't want you to know what a loser I am! That's another thing they all call me! They make the 'L' shape with their fingers over their forehead and..." He was sobbing so much that he had trouble speaking. "And they say things about you, too! ... Horrible things! ... Lewd things! ... They all want to, want to... have sex with you!"

Brenda continued to hug Adrian as he sobbed into her body. She turned to Anika. "Have you heard any of this? This is the first I've heard of this!"

"No," Anika admitted. "Me too! I'm shocked. Wery, wery shocked! Poor little Aidy!"

Suddenly, Adrian sat up and tried to break free of Brenda's grasp. "You hear that? 'Poor little Aidy!' 'Pooh bear!' Maybe everyone treats me like a baby 'cos that's how you all treat me at home! I'm not a baby! I wanna be a real man, like Alan!"

CHAPTER 8

A light bulb went off in Brenda's head. Aidy will never be like Alan. That's just a fact. Maybe I'm to blame for that. But he can learn to be MORE of a man. If he can take charge with his women, that'll give him new confidence!

She suddenly stood up, pulling Adrian with her. With a new fire in her eyes and excitement in her voice, she exclaimed, "Aidy! Forget about the past. Now that we know about your problems at school, we're going to fix them. But let's look to the future. You ARE a man now, and it's time we start treating you like one! Alan is the man of the house in his house, and you should have similar privileges here. It's only right!"

Adrian was still more confused than anything. He'd never been so sad, angry at himself and the world, yet at the same time incredibly aroused because his mother was still topless and constantly jiggling her bared and abundant charms. He asked in a baffled voice, "Um, what do you mean?"

"I mean, when your momma makes a mistake, you have to take a firm hand! And if Anika makes a mistake, that's my mistake by proxy as well, and you have to take a firm hand with me some more!"

His penis started to swell. He wasn't sure what this "firm hand" talk was all about, but it sounded promising. "What do you mean?"

"Your momma is so very, very sorry for not treating you like the big man that you are! You need to bend her over and show her what's what! Give her a good hard spanking!"

He just stood there in a daze, scarcely believing what was happening. He penis rapidly engorged back to full hardness.

She threw herself on the floor right in front of her son. She turned her head around and up to look at him. "Come on, Aidy! You're the man of the house now! Put Momma in her place! Show everyone that you're not a wimp! Get mad! Spank my ass! Let it all out!"

He wasn't good at getting mad. He'd learned to hold things in. Up until Brenda's near total personality change, she used to have a fiery temper, and he had been very much afraid of displeasing her. He'd always repressed his pain, but now his anger and frustration came pouring out.

Normally, he would never have imagined striking his mother, and spanking her wasn't even a part of his wildest fantasies. But spurred by his great emotional distress, he didn't think, he just acted. He stood up over her and then bent down to get closer. His hand rose up and slashed down towards his mother's ass as she continued to writhe on the floor. "Take that, Ma!"

Her entire body shook as the sound of the spanking reverberated throughout the cavernous room.

He was quick to fall back into his timid ways and he began to fret that he'd done something horribly wrong. He stood back up and staggered backwards.

But she yelled, "Oooh! So good! So strong! My little boy has become a BIG man! Spank me again! Do it!"

He asked, "Are you sure?"

Anika stepped forward. "Aidy, mommies aren't meant to be spanked on de floor like dat. Mommies need to be spanked over your lap."

Brenda kicked her heels off and jumped up. "Oh! What a good idea!" She joked, "That's why I pay you the big bucks!" She practically forced him back into his seat, and then threw herself over his lap.

Whatever reluctance he had went out the window as he felt his mother's naked body writhing around over his lap. (He was too blown away by the whole situation to think about why Anika was so enthusiastic about the spanking idea.) He lashed out again, bringing his open palm down with a resounding smack onto Brenda's other protuberant butt cheek.

She moaned erotically. "Oooh! Again! Harder! Show me who's boss around here!"

This time, he let out a satisfying growl as his hand struck down on his mother's ass even harder this time.

That resulted in an even more blatantly orgasmic moan from his mother, so Adrian struck out with another hard slap.

He loved the way her entire body rubbed against his. With each spank it was like she had an orgasmic seizure all over him. But still he was too shy to reach out and fondle the breasts he so dearly loved, since that had nothing to do with spankings.

He was feeling good now, very good. Having his mother lie helplessly in his lap like she was the child gave him a great sense of power and strength. He'd been teased and bullied at school for years, but things had gotten much worse in recent months. He wanted so badly to strike back when he was pushed to the ground, but the other boys were much bigger and stronger than he was. Now that repressed aggression was coming out and the only person who loved it even more than he did was Brenda.

He brought down another hard swat with a yet more satisfying growl, which caused Brenda to cry out with an equally satisfied lusty moan. Her body again wriggled all over his in the most delightful ways. He loved the feel of her hefty breasts pressing against his legs. He was very glad now that he'd obeyed Brenda's instructions to keep his penis poking out of his pants. It seemed like he could cum at any moment, even without any direct stimulation on it.

But his self-confidence took a plunge when he heard Anika laughing. He'd forgotten she was still sitting at the table, and he turned in her direction with an angry look. "What's so funny?"

Anika had a hand over her mouth and a mirthful look on her face. "I'm sorry, Aidy. I tink it's great, vat you're doink. But your vee vee is boinkink all over de place. It's so funny!"

Adrian looked down. He didn't realize that his penis was visible to Anika, but from where she sat and the way Brenda was bent over, he realized that it probably was. (In his continuing shyness and modesty he'd been trying to make sure Brenda didn't settle down enough to poke into his hard-on.) He groused, "It's NOT a wee wee! It's a penis. And I'm NOT a baby!" He held his erection with one hand now to stop it from swinging but angrily brought his other hand down onto his mother's ass cheeks yet again.

Brenda craned her head around in a mostly futile effort to look her son in the eye. "That's right, Aidy! Don't take any guff! This is YOUR ass now, at least when I'm in this house. Spank my bubble butt all you want, but don't stop there. Hold it! Rub it! Do whatever you like!"

He looked around in disbelief. His eyes went from Anika to the food on the table and then back to his mother's ass. Despite his mother's entreaties, doubts crept back in. "Should I?" he asked aloud. "Really? It just seems so... And what about the turkey? I forgot about all that. Maybe we should do this later?"

Brenda barked, "The food can wait! Anika can heat it up again. But first you heat up my ass! A powerful man like Alan, he doesn't wait around. He doesn't ask for permission. Adrian, I'm going to turn you into a strong man, a confident man, and a very sexy man, even if you have to give me a thousand spankings in the process." She laughed, and corrected herself, "Especially if you do. Momma just loves your strong spanking hand!"

"But can I? Can I just do anything?!"

"God yes!" Brenda gasped. Her whole body was writhing and heaving. She felt smarter than Einstein. One thing her newly ascendant submissive side craved was a good hard spanking and she wasn't getting nearly enough at the Plummer house, especially as they had reversed the rules and decided to give out spankings as rewards, not as punishments. But here, no one knew any better. She could already see a long list of excuses piling up allowing her to get spanked at least once a day in her own home, if not more. The realization that Adrian was overcoming his timid ways and really getting into the spanking was making her so hot that she forgot all about limits.

But Anika didn't, and corrected, "Vat Brenda means is almost anytink, Aidy. Touch, but vith de hands only, no vee vee, er, I mean vith de dorkus."

He laughed at her unusual name for a penis. He figured it was some European term she'd learned in Austria. "'Dorkus'? You mean my dick!"

"Ya. Spank her AND touch her, Aidy! Do both!"

He looked at Anika closely and realized for the first time just how much the "old maid" was enjoying this. He considered her to be a non-sexual being, but that was wrong because her face was flushed and her chest was heaving.

Smiling, and happier than he'd been in years, he reached out and fondled his mother's ass. Oh God! he thought as he groaned, nearly having an orgasm on the spot. So good! So firm! Completely perfect, too. Not a blemish anywhere, not a hint of flab. An airbrush artist would have nothing to do to improve this ass. I'm actually touching it! Me! My Momma's dream ass! I'm really truly touching it, like, for real!

Adrian certainly was no "ass man" and in fact he didn't really dream about them much at all. If he had a great view of his mother's butt, his first thought likely would be a hope that she would turn around so he could see her chest. But on the other hand, he would have been over the moon just to be able to fondle one of her ankles, so to be able to touch her private parts like this without any restrictions nearly fried his overheated brain. Had it been her breasts instead, he probably would have fainted dead away.

Then he felt Brenda straighten herself out and settle down over him, molding herself deeper into his lap. The result was just what she'd intended: his erection firmly poked into her underside. She joked, "Pooh Bear, is that a big hard cock poking into my tummy or are you just happy to see me?"

He reeled with joy. He tried bouncing a bit in his chair and found it caused his shaft to slide back and forth over his mother's lower abdomen in a very pleasurable manner.

Spankings were temporarily forgotten as he brought both trembling hands to bear and really got into fondling Brenda's butt cheeks. Her legs were slightly spread so he could see some of her pussy as well, which was just icing on the cake. It was easy to see just how aroused Brenda was because there was a slow but steady drip of pussy juice from her nether lips to the hardwood floor.

The pussy juice dripping increased in quantity as Adrian spent the next couple minutes in heavenly exploration of his mother's backside. Due to his timid nature and a squeamish fear that anal sex was "so gay" that was common for boys his age, he didn't dip into his mother's ass crack much, and when he did he steered well clear of her anus. He also was far too afraid to come close to her pussy (not realizing that Brenda would have loved it if he had). However, on the plus side, he adored every inch of his mother's body and had a great time running his hands all over her thighs and even way up her back.

He generally kept his hands free of his erection so he wouldn't cum too soon and ruin the fun, but every now and then he'd slide it back and forth over her smooth skin to keep right on the edge of a great climax.

Brenda was constantly moaning, and from the way she was carrying on one would have thought she was being repeatedly impaled by a porn star cock. After a while, she said, "Momma's body was built for pleasure. Alan's pleasure, yes, but your pleasure, too! When you tame her ass with your strong spanking hands, Momma gets SO HOT!" Brenda was largely copying what Susan often said to Alan, but since it worked for Alan she figured it would work for Adrian too. It most certainly did.

Feeling like he was on top of the world, Adrian said, "You like my spanking hand, do you? Then take this!" He brought his hand down from on high, causing his mother's ass cheeks to quiver and shake.

"Eeek!" Brenda screamed, but with the kind of scream she normally made when cumming hard.

Out of the blue, Anika said, "Aidy, I bet dose mean bullies, dey know Brenda from de school tinks like de parent converences, ya? Dey all act crazy about her big boobies, no? Den dey say mean tinks to you about vat they vould do vith her. Am I right?"

Adrian was annoyed. The last thing he wanted to be reminded about at a moment of triumph like this was the bullies that made him feel so helpless. So he just muttered, "Yeah. So?"

Anika explained, "Just tink, Aidy! Who is spankink de livink crap out of your momma's ass right now and who is sitting at home all alone? Who has de most sexy and buxom voman in de whole town lyink nekkid over your lap? Dose big fat bullies vould be so jealous of you but dey'll never do vat you're doink right now!" Anika's face was glowing with delight, and even a hint of vengeful wickedness.

Adrian's face brightened considerably. "You're right! Wow. Thanks for pointing that out. I don't care what they do to me now; I've got something they can never have. I'm so glad I stood up for you, Ma, and never gave in!"

The truth was, Adrian was not only getting great physical satisfaction from the spanking and fondling, but tremendous mental satisfaction too. He'd never had any particular thoughts about spanking before, but now he couldn't get enough of it. He didn't know or care about the reason why, but it was fairly easy to see. Too often in his life, he'd felt disempowered and pushed around. But while spanking his mother like this, he was the empowered one, he was in control. Although he wasn't a natural dominant type, the temporary role reversal was a great boost to his crushed ego. He wasn't angry at Brenda since he loved her so much, but by spanking her he felt like he was spanking all his troubles away.

He exultantly brought his hand down for another resounding swat.

Brenda screamed in pleasure. She'd already had a couple of mini-orgasms, but was coming up on a really big one. She craned her neck around again and asked, "What do you mean? Stood up? Gave in?"

He started to choke up emotionally as he recalled, "What I mean is, I may not really have friends, but I have you and I wouldn't let them put you down! When those guys would say nasty things about you and call you a slut I would stand up for you!" His chest deflated as he said, "Unfortunately, they'd always beat me up and kept doing it until I guess it got boring for them."

His energy perked up as he added, "But I never stood by silent! And they kept trying to get me to bring them to the house, but I never did. I would rather DIE than let those guys get near you!"

Brenda's heart overflowed with emotion to hear that, and it brought her even closer to a shattering climax. She shouted, "Spank me! Again! Again and again and again!"

So Adrian did. And by the third spanking in rapid succession, Brenda started to cum hard.

He at first thought he must have hurt her by spanking too hard when her whole body started to shake wildly and she screamed like a fire engine siren. Brenda could give Amy a run for her money when it came to being the loudest orgasmic screamer.

But just when he figured out his mother was cumming, a torrent of liquid started to pour out of her pussy. He thought for sure she was peeing, but the rapidly growing puddle on the chair and dripping down to the floor didn't seem like pee. It slowly dawned on him that she was having an ejaculatory orgasm, just like a man. He was glad he'd read about such things in erotic stories on the Internet. But to be sure, he asked, "Mom, is that cum?"

Brenda was delirious with joy and lust. "Oh, yes! Son! It's ALL cum. You made me cum so hard!" She rarely came so hard as to ejaculate like that, even with Alan, but her pride in her son standing up for her despite the overwhelming odds against him, and the brutal price he repeatedly paid for doing so, sent her into orgasmic orbit.

Even before her climax was fully over, and with her knees too wobbly to walk, she was already struggling to get in position to return the favor. She managed to fumble her way to the ground and then sat up on her heels between his legs. "Aidy! Aidy! Oh, I love you so much! My big protector! Son! Momma wants to make you so happy!" She was awed by his love for her and wanted to show her appreciation with all the pleasures her body could give him.

But Anika could see where Brenda was going with that, and knew that Brenda didn't have permission to give a blowjob. So she said pointedly, "To give a KISS, right, Brenda? Suzanne would want you to give him a KISS, wouldn't she?"

Adrian was too out of it to really think about that, but heard the kiss idea and liked it.

Just then, Brenda managed to sit up on the chair next to his and leaned over.

Their heads drew together and they kissed each other hard on the lips.

Brenda naturally loved that, even though Adrian didn't know the first thing about kissing. Lip to lip contact was all she could ask for at the moment. But denied the blowjob she craved, she at least managed to wrap one and then two hands around his erection. She frantically yanked her fingers up and down his pre-cum soaked pole.

He was so close to the edge that it only took a few strokes before the inevitable happened and he started to shoot. He looked down and watched his cum blasting onto his mother's breasts.

He had been higher than high even before his climax began, but his orgasmic surge, plus the sight of his cum splattering all over her round mountains, was too much for him to take and he passed out altogether.

CHAPTER 9

When Adrian woke up and opened his eyes, the first thing he heard was Brenda shouting, "He's up!"

Then he heard Anika say from much farther away, "Okay, ya. Got it."

His senses cleared and he felt his mother's hands running through his short hair. He felt he was lying back on two comfy pillows, but then it dawned on him, Those aren't pillows; they're Momma's tits!

With a start, he turned around and confirmed his guess. He was disappointed to see that his cum was all gone. (Had it not, much of it would have ended up in his hair already.) He also was sad to see that she was wearing clothes again. But that was more than made up for the fact that her breasts were hanging out of her top and that he was able to raise a hand and latch onto one of Brenda's enormous breasts.

Brenda laughed, and then shouted to Anika, "He's okay! I can tell he's getting better fast 'cos his hand just discovered my breasts!" She sat up and playfully tried to get away, but didn't try too hard. Adrian ended up reaching around her to keep fondling her boobs with both hands.

The sound of Anika's cackling laughter came from the kitchen.

"How are you feeling, Pooh Bear?" Brenda asked, still stroking his hair.

He was nearly delirious with joy as he ran his hands all over her tits, like this would be the one and only time in his life he'd get to touch them and he had to live the experience to its fullest. Fondling and spanking her ass was great for him, but from his point of view it was just the appetizer and the breast groping he was doing now was the full course meal. The room practically spun around for him and his heartbeat pounded so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear his own thoughts.

Somehow, he managed to say, "Never better, Momma. Wow, what a day!" He was still so wiped out from his latest orgasm that he couldn't keep his hand up for tit fondling, but he loved it too much to stop. He was dimly aware that she was wearing some kind of maid outfit, but that fact hadn't really registered in his brain yet, especially since all of his attention was focused on her chest.

Brenda's eyes went wide. "Aidy! My Pooh Bear!"

"What, Ma?"

"It's just that... your hands feel so... GOOD!" She thought, I can feel his sexual hunger and need, even in his exhausted state. He loves these boobs of mine so much! Maybe there's something extra special about pure incest that even my Master can't match?

He just groaned with contentment as he groped.

However, Brenda could tell he was on sensory overload and weary, so she rather forcefully turned him back around and brought his head down into her chest. "Don't worry, Pooh Bear, you'll be playing with my tits a lot more often from now on. Big tits like these are there to be enjoyed, don't you think?" She almost launched into an explanation of the "Big Tits Theory," but decided that now wasn't the time.

Giving in to exhaustion, he resumed using her fluffy yet firm orbs as wonderful pillows.

After they cuddled for a minute or so, Brenda said, "You're right; today has been quite a day. A great day. However, it's a sad day for me too. I never knew about these bullies. That hurt me terribly to hear. Tell me. If they were beating you up, how is it I never noticed? Surely you would have a black eye or something like that?"

"No. After the first couple of times, they avoided my face so they wouldn't get in trouble. They'd hit me in the stomach and kick me. In fact, one of their other names for me is 'The Punching Bag.' But at least they're careful not to cause any permanent damage. Again, I guess they're staying on the safe side so they can always have me to punch again the next day."

"Oh God! How horrible!" Brenda realized this went beyond the usual bullying stories to a downright humiliating and nightmarish situation that probably made Adrian a pariah in his classes. "Why didn't you do something or say something?! I'm so proud you stood up for me; you were so brave! Brave, but foolish. They're bigger kids from the older classes, right?"

"They are," he admitted. "Some of them. You know Jack? Or Ryan? Or Van? The really big guys. Van's a good name 'cos he's the size of a van. Some of them are even on the varsity football team. Why do they even bother with a nobody like me? I don't get it. But most are from my classes and they're just meaner and stronger than me."

"Dear me! It sounds like a whole horde of thugs. I can't let that happen! You should have TOLD me! And you're not a nobody; you're my precious Pooh Bear!" She snuggled up to him and hugged him from behind.

"But what can you do, Ma? Expel like twenty guys? How could you do that? The thing is, a lot of 'losers' like me get picked on. There are fights after school every day and no one cares 'cos they take place just off school grounds. I figured if I just put up with it long enough, eventually they'd get bored of me and pick on some other guys. And that's kind of happened; they don't beat me up as much as they did a few months ago at the end of the last school year. Maybe they're growing out of it or something."

"Adrian! No! You can't just hope to wait it out. That's what the old Adrian would do. When one bully gets through with you another one will come along to prove himself on easy pickings. We're going to do something!"

"But what can you do? I didn't tell you because all you can do is pity me and think I'm a loser like everyone else."

"Oh! Aidy! My Pooh Bear." Brenda lifted his upper body and turned him around so they could sit up face to face. In the process she fully revealed to him that she was wearing a French maid outfit with her boobs hanging out. (He mentally acknowledged the uniform but still didn't really take any time to think about it.) It was clear she had cleaned up a bit as well while he was passed out.

Anika was standing by too, putting reheated food back on the table. But she stood by just watching.

Brenda said, "Aidy, I can see now why you've become so timid. Between Anika and me babying and spoiling you too much at home, and the bullies at school, it's no wonder... Oh! Is it okay if I still call you 'Pooh Bear' or is that part of the problem?"

Adrian thought about that. He felt conflicted, but he finally replied with a grin, "It's probably part of the problem, but I love it so please don't stop."

Brenda hugged him happily, making sure to rub her bare chest all over him as much as possible. But then she pulled away and said, "Anika and I were talking about this while you were asleep. We both feel confident that your problems will be over soon because we're putting Suzanne on the case."

"Suzanne? Is that one of the women in Alan's so-called harem that you mentioned?"

"Yes, and it's not a 'so-called' harem; it IS a harem! You'll see soon enough. Don't you remember her when she came over the other day and sat in the Jacuzzi with me?"

"Oh. THAT Suzanne." He thought, My God, she's almost as sexy as Ma is!

"Yes. I asked her to come over right away, and she was kind enough to agree to stop by later this afternoon. She's going to get to the bottom of this and make those bullies wish they'd never been born!"

"But how?"

"I don't know," Brenda admitted. "If it were up to me, I'd just yank you from that school tomorrow and put you in a nicer, private one. But the one I'm thinking of would be such a long commute: about an hour away. Suzanne though, she'll think of something better to do to fix things. She's like an unstoppable force of nature."

He furrowed his brow. "Oh. If you say so. ... But... if she's so unstoppable, then what's she doing in a harem?"

Brenda looked at him impatiently. "You have so much to learn, Aidy. She's not just in a harem; she's in ALAN'S harem. You still have no idea what that means. Any big-titted woman would kill to be in that harem, if she knew anything about it."

"But why big-titted?"

Anika interrupted, saying, "Your foot is gettink cold."

Brenda pulled Adrian up. "Anika is right. We heated the turkey up one time; let's not do it again. We can talk about Alan and his harem some other time. Obviously I'm not doing a good job with that and I keep upsetting you, but perhaps Suzanne will be able to explain it better. Come, let's eat!"

Adrian took a seat. But he was mindful that his pants were now down to his knees, and that his mother's maid outfit completely failed to cover her privates. "Um, what about our clothes?"

"If your Ma does something bad, don't you want quick access to spank her naughty butt? And Momma wants quick access to help you get relief too. You probably don't have Alan's recuperative powers, and you're just starting out. But I'll bet I'm gonna help you out quite a lot before the day is over." Brenda winked.

Adrian thought, This Alan guy is really starting to piss me off. What's his deal? Is he superhuman or something? I'm almost getting scared to meet him. But on the other hand, I can't get too mad when Ma is talking about helping me out so much. What a day!

Anika, Brenda, and Adrian all sat in the chairs they were sitting in before.

Brenda ostentatiously wiggled around in her chair, setting her twin mountains swinging. "Boy, it's so uncomfortable to sit after my strong and handsome man whacked my ass so hard. I'd better stroke his thing to a great big cummy explosion later so he won't get in the mood to spank me again." She leaned forward and whispered, "Not that I'd mind. Anything you do to me makes me hot and creamy!"

He was grateful he was flaccid at the moment because he knew that if he'd been hard he would have immediately cum on the spot. He wanted to say something sexy back, but just stood there staring. He still couldn't believe the remarkable turn of events in the last day or two.

Brenda leaned over even more, and said, "Speaking of hot and creamy, you know where I'd just love for you to stick your thing?" She pressed her arms in to squeeze her tits together and looked down significantly at her cavernous cleavage.

Anika cut in. "Okay, already. Enuff, you two luffbirds. Now de foot is definitely gettink cold. Eat!" She paused, then joked, "And by de vay, it's not a tink; it's a dorkus."

The other two had a good laugh over that, and the joke brought Adrian a little bit more down to Earth.

They resumed the meal where they'd left off. Since all three were quite hungry, Brenda put off any sexy teasing for a while.

As the meal started to wind down though, curiosity finally got the best of Adrian, and he asked, "Momma, can I ask why you're wearing that silly outfit?" He remembered that he'd seen thirty or more French maid outfits in her bedroom but still didn't understand why.

"Sure you can, Pooh Bear. You can ask me anything you want. This uniform is symbolic. I'm wearing this to show you that even though I'm serving my master Alan, from now on I'm also going to serve you. I have all the money in the world and can do anything I like, I know. But I'm a natural submissive and this is what I like best, serving the two men in my life and keeping their balls well-drained at all times. You know the greatest thing about the French maid outfit?"

Adrian gulped. "What's that?"

"The feather duster! Just think of all the fun we could have with that!"

He nearly fell out of his chair. He fully expected that everything that had happened to him was just one extremely prolonged wet dream and that he'd be waking up at any moment. His pants were still around his knees, but he didn't care anymore if Anika saw or if anyone else saw.

Eventually, they ran out of milk and Anika automatically started to get up to get it.

But Brenda put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Allow me." She stood up, but kept her legs stiff as boards and bent over her chair like she'd lost a contact lens in the seat and was taking a long time to find it. In fact, she just wanted him to get a long look at her red ass and juicy pussy. She didn't even really need to bend over so much, as the French maid outfit made very little attempt to cover her ass cheeks from view even if she were standing straight.

As she remained bent at a ninety-degree angle, she thought, It's so true what I just said about money. What could I possibly do with my money that would make me happier than I am right now? Good God, I think I'm gonna cum; if only Aidy would touch my clit!

Adrian enjoyed the ass show but he didn't really go completely ga-ga until Brenda got the milk from the kitchen and began sashaying her way back to the table. He was a breast man through and through, even more so than Alan (which was saying quite a lot), and the sight of her wobbling melons was what finally got him hard again.

As Brenda sat back down, still high on lust and flirting with an orgasm, Anika joked, "Aidy, you vant me to vear dat kind of outfit now too?"

He laughed. "Anika, I love you, but please! No offense, but that idea is just... eww!"

Anika laughed with the others, but wistfully wished she could be nearly fifty years younger and really wear something like that. She consoled herself that at least she could live vicariously through Brenda.

However, the conversation soon turned serious, as Anika's and Brenda's concern for him couldn't be contained.

Adrian began telling them details about his school life that he'd been too ashamed to share before. They generally stayed away from discussing his beatings, since Brenda made it clear that that topic should wait until Suzanne arrived, but it turned out that that wasn't Adrian's only problem at school. Bullies shook him down for money, teachers ignored him, girls avoided him like the plague, and everyone generally considered him uncool and unworthy of talking to. He didn't get good enough grades to be considered a nerd, but being labeled "loser" made being called a nerd almost an attractive step up on the social ladder. He admitted that just about the only positive thing in his life were his fantasies about his mother, plus his passion for music.

Both Brenda and Anika were shaken by the revelations, which put a big damper on what would have otherwise been a gloriously arousing and liberating day for both mother and son.

During a quiet moment, Brenda thought to herself, I've been a horrible, horrible mother! How could I be so blind about my son's life? I thought he was happy and that I was an involved parent. But the reality is, especially with this divorce in the last year, I've been completely self-absorbed. Heck, even at the best of times I'm so spoiled that I wouldn't be able to last a day without Anika helping me in everything. Things are going to have to change around here, big time! Serving Master Alan and my Mistresses at the Plummer house is all well and good, but it can't come at the expense of my poor Pooh Bear!

And as if that isn't bad enough, I've got him terribly confused about Alan. I really should tone it down about my Master for a while. But then again, I can see why he's confused because I'm confused too. I feel I'd give my heart and soul to each of them, but how can that be?

CHAPTER 10

Back in front of the Plummer house, Alan escorted Glory to the family car where it was parked on the street, and opened the door for her like a gentleman.

The car ride back to Glory's apartment was almost as quiet as the car ride from her place, but the feeling this time was completely different. On the trip before, negative feelings had been palpably swirling between them, but now there was no anger or hurt feelings. The silence was only because Glory was awhirl with her emotions and lost in her own thoughts.

As she looked out the window at the houses going by, she thought, Alan's home life is almost nothing like I thought it would be. Such a big and nice house, for one thing. And when it comes to the women, I have to admit that I was expecting something more, well, coerced, maybe. Although that isn't really the word I'm looking for. I'd assumed he had steamrollered over everyone else with his sexual prowess, like the unstoppable force he sometimes is with me. The Alpha Male lording over his pack and all that.

But it wasn't that way at all. If anything, I got the sense that the women are more in charge than he is! Especially Suzanne. What a woman - talk about unstoppable forces! Alan's just too nice and considerate to be a real Alpha Male type. He seems more like just a normal guy who somehow fell into a really extraordinary situation.

But the main thing is I saw so much love. It's like everyone there is as excited as newlyweds. That intimidates me. How can I compete with all that love? But at least it's hard to stay mad about the incest when there's so much heartfelt emotion behind it and it's not JUST some perverted sex thing. The sacrifice Katherine was willing to make almost made me cry too.

Still, where's the room for me? I can't possibly pretend he'd leave those four just to be with me. They're all fused together, and nobody can separate them for all the tea in China. You can see it in the little things - the casual touches, the reassuring smiles, the way they're at ease when they're close to each other. The five of them have been together for nearly two decades now. There's no way I could ever be a part of them; there's no way I could ever accept merely being one woman in a harem. That's just not right! This is not the Middle Ages!

She turned and looked at Alan as he drove. But my young man here is just so adorable. It's not just his sexual prowess, although I have to admit that certainly helps a lot. I think I was in love with him even before I knew how good he was in bed. Oh my God, I think I really was! I have to admit he was daydream fantasy material for me even back when I thought he was a virginal nerd. Damn! Those were the days. He was hunky, but yet so endearingly clueless about women. I wanted to be the one to take his virginity and teach him to be a man, at least in my dreams... God, that seems like eons ago already!

He's so different now. He would sure make a perfect husband despite our age difference. But what about the others? How on Earth can I share him with them and not hate myself? Today hasn't solved anything for me. I'm just as torn as ever!

When the car ride began, Glory had a wistful and thoughtful expression on her face. But as the minutes passed, she started looking more and more pensive. She wanted to resolve things one way or another, but she didn't know how. Okay, I can handle the incest, I think. If I were to never actually see it happen, I could just kind of pretend it didn't exist since it's clear that there's so much love there. But the sharing! The sharing! I just can't share! It's bad enough sharing him with those high school hotties he's got, but his family women are all so close that it's clear I'll never be higher than number five in his heart, at best! And I don't even know all his sex partners. It could be number seven or eight, for crying out loud! I'd have to be insane to have anything to do with him. I just HAVE to say no. I have to!

They finally arrived in front of Glory's apartment building. There was an empty parking space right in front, so Alan parked the car in it and killed the engine. He'd been sneaking peeks at Glory as much as he could while still being a safe driver, and he was alarmed at the change that had come over her since they'd left the house. He thought he could see a hardening of her position to break things off with him as her face grew grimmer, and he felt helpless to stop it.

They just sat there in the car for a minute or more, with Glory seemingly completely lost to her thoughts.

Finally, he said, "Can I walk you to your apartment?"

She replied, "That would be nice," but it still seemed like she was far away mentally.

He walked around the car and opened her door. He took her hand and gallantly led her to the elevator.

She still seemed lost in her thoughts, because she was. But she wasn't too worked up because she assumed that she couldn't make up her mind, and the state of their relationship would remain in limbo to be dealt with another day.

But the tension for him was nearly unbearable. He thought this was it, the make it or break it moment. He wanted to say something before letting her go, but he didn't know what to say.

Glory's apartment was several floors up and the usual way to get there was by elevator. After Alan hit the button for the elevator lift, the two of them just stood there. The silence between them was deafening.

Finally, he asked, "Glory?"

She turned and looked in his face.

It was tough for him to look her in the eyes, and it would have been so much easier to talk while staring at the floor, but he successfully managed to keep his eyes level with hers. He had no idea what he was going to say except for some vague notion that he had to make it clear to Glory that they were better off without each other.

He said, "Glory, I love you. I know, after what you saw at my house today, you probably can't believe that. You're thinking that if I love them so much, how can I possibly have any love left over for you? I know it seems crazy and impossible, but I do. But I also can see from your eyes that your feelings for me are causing you a lot of pain. You're stuck between a rock and a hard place. You've got your job to worry about and so many things. I guess... I think I- I'm no good for you."

The elevator made a "bing!" sound as it finally arrived and the elevator doors opened. But neither of them paid it any mind.

Alan continued, "I really respect that you're a one man kind of woman and expect a one woman kind of man. I wish so much that I could be that man for you, but you've seen how it is for me at home. We all need each other there. I know you can't accept that, and you shouldn't have to accept that. It's really strange, immoral, and downright illegal. So the best thing for both of us is if I just back away, right now, and back out of your life forever."

He had been looking earnest and emotive, but it was a big surprise to both him and Glory when he suddenly started sobbing. The elevator doors closed again and the elevator remained empty and wasn't going anywhere since no one else was around to summon it.

He buried his face in his hands and bawled for a few painful moments, but, with a powerful and willful struggle, he rapidly pulled himself together. He still cried some, but he was able to keep looking at her and carry on with his plea. "I'm sorry. This is tough for me." He tried to wipe his face dry, but the tears kept coming. "It's just that I love you, but I, I don't want you to..." He sniffled and wiped his nose.

She was silent but staring at him intently. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks too.

He continued, "As I was saying, you're better off without me. I respect and admire you so much. I don't want you to be hurt. It hurts me to see you like this, hurts me so much! I can't stand it! It's not right!"

He wiped his still flowing tears on his jacket sleeve. "I should just be a student in your class, and that's all. Maybe, maybe I'll be sitting there in the front row sometimes and imagining what might have been between us - I can't help from doing that. But that's all. Not friends! I thought and hoped we could be friends, but I think that would just be too painful for me. For us. Maybe someday, but not now, not soon. I've gotta go. I love you, Glory. I love you so much! Go, have the life you deserve; steer clear of me. I'm no good for you! I'll see you on Monday!"

He had been repeatedly wiping his cheeks as he talked, but it was a losing battle. And as he finished talking, he lost his composure altogether as he started to stagger away from her, his whole body wracked with painful sobs. He'd had no idea he was going to get so carried away when he started, but he was swept away in a flash flood of heartfelt emotion. He didn't mean to cry and there was no deliberate emotional manipulation in the crying; he just couldn't hold back.

He staggered away, crying so hard that he could barely see where he was going. But he didn't get far. After taking only a couple of steps, he felt something tight around his neck holding him back.

He looked down and saw his necktie taut and sticking straight out to his left side. His eyes followed his tie back to a pair of hands, Glory's hands. He looked up from where she held him back by his tie until his eyes lit upon her shining tears.

She looked stern despite her wet cheeks. When she'd made eye contact with him, she said in a tough, no nonsense tone, "Where do you think you're going, young man?"

He was honestly confused. "What do you mean? I just explained. We're no good for each other! You know it, and I know it. I've gotta go!" He tried to walk away, but she still held him firmly by his tie, so he wasn't going anywhere.

His confusion only grew as she continued to stare at him with a hard look while drawing his face closer to hers by pulling harder on his tie. The tears were flooding her face and he desperately wanted to comfort her and wipe them away, but he felt he should not.

She broke eye contact to look at the elevator. The doors were closed, but she hit the button and they opened up right away.

Glory turned back to face him, and her voice hardened with forceful determination. "You're coming in, young man." There was a short pause. "You're cumming in ME!"

Before he could frame a coherent reply or even really mentally absorb what that meant, he found himself yanked by his tie into the elevator as she stepped into it. The elevator doors closed behind him.

She finally let go of his tie, but closed the remaining distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. Her purse, the flowers he'd given her, and her overcoat all lay forgotten on the floor.

He was paralyzed and dumbfounded. His tears had stopped flowing, as had hers, but both of their faces were wet. He could tell she was positioning herself for a big kiss, but before she could, he said, "Glory, this is wrong! I just want what's best for you. I'm no good for you. I'm a walking disaster!"

Her lips relentlessly drew closer to his, but as he finished saying that, she paused with her mouth just inches from his. She smirked. "I know. But you're MY walking disaster!"

Finally, their lips touched. From the very start, their kiss channeled so much pent-up emotion between them that their lips practically shot off electric sparks. Both of them had been eyeing each other with lust yet also with a "what might have been" wistfulness for the last two hours, and all that feeling coursed through their kiss.

Even as their tongues dueled, their hands were all over each other too. There were efforts to take clothes off, but both of them were too frantic to be methodical enough to actually get much off. He had been holding her overcoat (she'd been feeling too good to be self-conscious enough to wear it), but that fell to the floor and was swiftly forgotten. YY01

He found both his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts. A surge of possessive feeling raged inside him as he grasped them firmly. These are mine! Mine! He had no idea what their relationship would be even an hour from now, much less a day, but at this moment she was his and he was hers and that was all that mattered.

She managed to free his erection and hold it with one hand as the kiss went on and on, but other than that her efforts centered on the kiss. She was the one in the driver's seat since he was still recovering from the shock. She slowly pushed him across the elevator until he was pinned against a wall, and still their lips didn't part for even a second.

After a while, Alan started to feel worried about breathing. Glory seemed determined to kiss him to death because she showed no hint of wanting to end the kiss any time soon. He was forced to think less about his pleasure and more about breathing through his nose, just so he wouldn't pass out.

Yet the frantic passion didn't ebb; it only grew. She attacked him hungrily with her roving fingers and tongue, and he fought back with his own assault on her body as he got over his shock. The tempo and intensity went up and up, even though, objectively speaking, they were doing nothing more than French kissing and some pretty aggressive fondling over their clothes.

All of a sudden, her body froze, and then trembled.

He was experienced enough to know the signs and realize she'd climaxed. He was ready and grasped her tightly as her knees gave out and her whole body turned to mush. That finally ended the kiss.

She molded herself to his body as she panted in recovery. "Wow, I've never cum from just a kiss," she said quietly, more to herself than to him.

As they just held onto each other, he asked her, "What are we doing? Is this right? Where do we go from-"

He was silenced as she raised a hand to his face and put a finger over his lips. "Sssh. Talk later. Joy now."

Her body started to slide down, and he redoubled his efforts to hold her up until he realized that she wanted to slide down.

He let go and looked around. He noticed that although the elevator doors were closed, the elevator still hadn't started moving. He hit the button for the fourth floor (since that was her floor), and he worried about people walking in on them.

His erection was already out and pressed between the two of them, but her hands found it again as she fell to her knees.

He knew what was coming next and very much wanted it, but he still felt unsettled about where they stood. He felt the gentlemanly thing to do was resist and not let her get carried away by momentary passions she'd regret later. He started to say, "But Glory-"

"Shush!" she said as she made herself comfortable on her knees with his penis head inches from the tip of her nose. "Things'll work out. Don't worry about that today. You gave me a great cum and now it's payback time! I have to have you NOW!"

The elevator came to a stop at the fourth floor right as she finished saying this. The elevator doors opened onto the hallway on the floor where she lived. Since he happened to be backed up against a side wall, anyone looking into the elevator would have seen a revealing profile of Glory in her fancy dress on her knees with her tongue extending out towards Alan's shaft.

As it happened, there was no one there, but Glory was so consumed by her passion that she wouldn't have stopped even if there was. She didn't even look to see if she was being watched before she leaned forward, yanked down his pants with both hands, and took his rising erection into her salivating mouth.

He felt more than a little awkward standing there with his erection jutting out for anyone to see, looking through the elevator door down the hallway where she lived. True, he'd done things like have sex with Heather in the school parking lot, but he'd been frightened out of his mind the whole time. Sex in a public place increased his sexual excitement a lot, but he had so much sexual excitement in his life already that he didn't need to go out of his way doing risky things to get even more.

But before he could say something to Glory or even reach out and hit the button to close the elevator door, his penis was enveloped by her mouth, and then the sensations were so extreme that he was rendered incapable of saying or doing anything. For one thing, his erection didn't simply go in her mouth. It went in and kept going, and going, and going. In one slow motion, she deep throated him all the way to the root.

That felt so fantastic, words couldn't even begin to describe his ecstasy.

But she was only getting started. True, the way she started tugging on his balls was delightfully painful, and her lips did wondrous things even way down at the root of his cock, but it was her tongue that turned him into a helpless blob of jelly. While her throat acted as a second vagina and kept his erection firmly in place, her tongue started dancing all around him with phenomenal speed. It seemed as if her tongue wasn't even attached to the rest of her, but danced around his erection like some kind of hyperactive hummingbird attacking a flower from all sides.

He thought, Hooooooooly fuck! Oh man, if I can last one whole minute under this onslaught of pleasure, it'll be a miracle!

He didn't get his miracle. She wanted him to cum, NOW, and she would not be denied. Once she got going with her one-of-a-kind "four in one" deep throats, using her throat, hands, lips, and tongue all together to devastating effect, the best his PC muscle control could do was delay climax by a matter of seconds, not minutes.

But when the climax came, what a satisfying climax it was, for both of them. His dick was buried in her face so deeply that it seemed like he was depositing his cum directly into the furthest depths of her belly, and in fact that wasn't too far from the truth. The room seemed to spin as each jet of semen blasted down her ravenous swallowing gullet.

Glory, meanwhile, was so keyed up that she came in sync to him. She didn't even touch her own privates; just the thrill of getting him off by milking him with her throat and everything else she could do pushed her over the edge with him.

CHAPTER 11

Alan was out of it for some long moments. When he came to, he realized that the elevator doors were closed and they still weren't going up or down. Good! That's one less thing to worry about. For now.

He pulled up his pants. Then he looked down at Glory, who was looking up at him with a face that was halfway between triumphant and dreamy. She looked so cute he wanted to hug her, but with her tanned tits completely exposed, he wanted to fuck her too.

He said, "Have you seen my kidneys?"

"Your kidneys? Whatever do you mean, young man?"

"I mean I think you sucked them clear out of me, along with most of the rest of my vital organs!" He pulled up his jacket, which had somehow slid down his shoulders in all the excitement.

She started slinking her way up his body, smiling all the way. "Uh-oh. That sounds serious. We should take you to bed so you can recover."

"Um, from the look in your eye, I don't think there's gonna be a lot of recovering in that bed."

She rose higher until her face reached his. All of a sudden, they were mouth to mouth. "Nope. Probably not."

They kissed, and somehow it seemed that their big smiles continued despite all the frantic tongue action.

But then the elevator lurched and then started to move.

He broke the kiss to cry out, "We're going down!"

She seemed unperturbed and joked, "Mmmm. Going down? Again, already? What a great idea! God, you're insatiable!" She leaned in to kiss him again.

However, he realized that her dress was still down around her waist, and while his pants were pulled back up, his fly was unzipped and his balls and penis were hanging out. They were not exactly ready to greet strangers. He yelled, "The emergency stop! Stop this thing!"

But there weren't that many floors to go and there were too many buttons to choose from, especially considering that he was almost too flustered and sexually out of it to be able to read at all.

She seemed far less bothered about getting caught than he was. In fact, she was so horny that she was almost looking forward to it. Even as the elevator started to slow, she said, "Kiss me! That way, we'll hide our faces!"

So he kissed her. One careful thing she did at least was she shifted her feet some so her back was to the elevator door. This meant that his face was to the door, but in the middle of lip lock, all of her hair completely covered his face.

The door opened and the sounds of steps were heard, though Alan couldn't tell if it was someone coming closer into the elevator or walking away in disgust. His heart pounding wildly, he decided there was nothing to do except keep kissing until hopefully the other person or people found their floor and left.

As the doors closed again, Alan heard someone clear their throat. It was obviously done on purpose and had a note of disapproval in it. Oh shit! We're not alone! I hope it's not someone Glory knows; she could be in deep trouble!

The doors closed and the elevator started moving again.

Alan and Glory continued to kiss, but Alan's heart wasn't in it this time. He was too busy worrying about the person who had cleared their throat. His mind was filled with mental images of imagined faces, from grinning lecherous old men to appalled frumpy blue haired ladies. He guessed the person wasn't a child from the tone of the noise, but beyond that he wasn't even sure of the gender.

Glory though, was spurred to even greater heights of passion. She not only kissed him, her hands wandered all over. She even wrapped one of her legs around the back of his legs as she put everything she had into the kiss.

He was still flaccid, but he wasn't liable to remain that way for long given the way one of her hands was wandering all over his exposed balls and dick.

He was sure that whoever the other person (or persons) in the elevator was and no matter where they stood in the confined space, there was no way for them to avoid missing her hand being right over his crotch. He didn't help matters by bunching up her gown until he could grasp the firm flesh of her ass cheeks. In so doing, he exposed those cheeks to whomever else was there.

She found herself thinking, Gawwwd, I feel so naughty! I don't know what it is about him, but my adorable young man makes me go completely wild! I'm effectively naked, and with my hand sliding up and down his slippery cock no less, and I don't care who sees!

The elevator came to a halt, and soon there was a sound of someone walking away.

He listened closely and discerned it was made by just a single person. With great trepidation, he peered around the sides of her hair and confirmed that they were now alone. The hallway that stretched out in front of them was empty. He whispered to her, "The coast is clear."

"Good! Let's do it right here, young man! Fuck me, lover!"

His penis betrayed him, continuing to rise despite his desire to get away from this dangerous situation and not encourage her any further. He complained, "You sound just like Heather."

His heart stopped momentarily after he said that as he realized what a colossally stupid thing that was to say. It was like being in a crowded bar and saying something that causes a total hush to come over the place and even the music to scratch to a halt. He looked at Glory, fearing the worst.

A hateful look came into her eyes, but it quickly passed. She said, "I'm in such a good mood that I'm going to let that slide. But I don't want to do anything to remind you of the über-bitch. You've got me so hot that I'd almost prefer to do it here, but I suppose it's better for us to go back to my place, since this is my floor."

The doors were closing, but he stepped forward and stuck a foot out just in time.

As the doors opened again, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the elevator and into the hallway. His penis and balls were still hanging out of the fly of his pants and her dress was only covering her nipples because she was holding the front of it up with her other hand. Before leaving the elevator, she picked up her flowers and purse.

She was surprised to notice that her overcoat was nowhere to be found, but figured it must have fallen before they got in the elevator. She was in too much of a hurry to worry about it. YY01

As he shuffled along with both hands over his crotch (he didn't want any painful zipper incidents trying to zip up while on the move - the painful zipper scene from "There's Something About Mary" came to mind), he said, "If this is your floor, then that other person must be around here somewhere!"

Without looking back at him, she responded, "Oh, her? Don't you start thinking about her right now, young man. You need to take care of me first!"

He continued shuffling along, more puzzled than ever. "Her?" Does Glory have eyes in the back of her head or something?! And what the hell does she mean by "First"?

But the next thing he knew, Glory held the key from her purse and they were at the front of her apartment. She playfully grabbed him by his tie and again yanked him with it until they were both inside.

He let out a big sigh of relief as the door closed and he sagged back against it. "Phew! Man! I'm not good at that whole naked in public thing. But you were like a wild tiger. Were you content to ride up and down all day long, not caring who sees you?"

She had already put her purse and the flowers down and was methodically stepping out of her dress and removing her earrings and other jewelry. But upon hearing what he said, she burst into laughter. "Yes! Actually, I'm still planning to ride up and down all day long, not caring who sees me, but we're going to do it in my bed!"

He laughed. He started to disrobe so his privates wouldn't be the only thing showing anymore. But halfway through, he froze with alarm, looked around, and said, "Glory! What happened to your overcoat?" YY01

She laughed again. "Fuck it! It's probably downstairs somewhere but I don't care. You're coming with me, young man!"

He had his jacket, tie, and pants off by now, but still wore his dress shirt. However, she obviously was in no mood to wait around so he let himself get dragged along, trying to unbutton the shirt as he went.

She said as she took him down a hallway. "This is my place. You like? Let me give you the tour." She waved a hand through the air. "These are all the other rooms, the non-fucking rooms." She reached the door to her bedroom and stopped. "Ah. And here's the most important room, my bedroom, where you're going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me. End of tour."

Alan laughed. He finished with his buttons and tossed his shirt carelessly to the floor. "Okay, if you're gonna be that way, then I'm gonna..." He suddenly reached out and picked her up, kicked her door open, and carried her across the threshold into her room.

She shrieked and pounded her fists on his body, yelling, "You beast!" But it was all in good fun and, in fact, she obviously loved it.

He deposited her on her bed and lay down on top of her.

They kissed again, and it was magical and electric, again.

Pausing for breath between kisses, he said, "You know, I'm not as dumb as I look. I noticed when you were taking your dress off just a minute or two ago that you weren't wearing any panties."

She laughed while looking abashed. She paused to wonder why she didn't wear panties, not realizing that she was still unconsciously following a command Alan had given her some days before. But she did belatedly realize it was a sign. "Dammit! You got me. I guess I was a goner as soon as I dressed this morning, sans panties. Somehow, deep down, I knew I'd end up right here with you on top of me."

"Really? 'Cos I sure didn't. Are you honestly sure this is a good idea? You're not going to regret this tomorrow? 'Cos I don't want to ruin-"

She reached up as he was talking, wrapped her arms around his head, and pulled him back down for another kiss. "Shut up and kiss me!"

He did, but she pulled away after just a brief kiss and said absentmindedly, "Oh, and one other thing." She put her finger on her chin and pretended to be trying hard to remember. "Oh yeah! And literally fuck me in two."

He laughed, and then asked, "Are you sure? 'Cos after what you did in the elevator I was thinking I could reciprocate and go down on you, you know, to warm you up and-"

She cut him off again. "Warm me up? If I was any hotter you could cook an omelet on my ass! And going down is all nice and great in normal times, but I NEED you in me! I need you to take me, lay claim to me, and reaffirm everything that we have. Please, Alan!"

He was extremely aroused and very happy to oblige. He started to readjust his body to get in position.

But she pulled him close again until they were staring eyeball to eyeball. "Wait, young man. You don't understand. I'm not talking about any ol' fuck. I want you to fuck me so good, so hard, and so long that you leave me a gibbering idiot drooling in a straitjacket in an insane asylum! I want you, no, I NEED you to fuck me until I cum and then I'll be too sensitive and you'll have to stop. Only you won't stop, you'll just keep fucking and fucking and fucking until I beg for mercy but you won't care, you'll just keep on fucking like a madman until we both pass out! Do I make myself clear, young man?"

"Wow," he replied, genuinely intimidated by the tall and passionately expressed order. "I don't know. I mean, I just came once already a few minutes ago."

She said with great confidence, "You can and you will. You did it to me once before, and that was the sexual highlight of my life. If I'm going to be a total fucking idiot and stick with you despite the harem, despite the incest, despite über-bitch Heather, despite my job, and despite all the other craziness that seems to stick to you like glue, you need to do this one thing for me. Then, once I'm a gibbering idiot, I won't have to worry about all that other stuff. You see?"

He grinned. He knew she didn't really want to be a "gibbering idiot" but she did want the greatest sex she'd ever had. As he silently positioned himself, he tried to psych himself up. Okay. That is a tall order. A really tall one. Especially if she knew everything that's happened to me today already. I'm mentally and physically at the end of my rope. But I can do this! One last hurrah. Everyone's always talking about me like I'm some kind of super stud and even a "fuck lord"; this is my chance to live up to the hype. I've done this "royally fuck her brains out" thing before with Glory and I can do it again. I know I can!

As he lined up his erection with her sopping wet pussy, she said, "What are you thinking? ... Wait. Don't tell me; I'm asking too much. Don't worry if you don't feel up for all that; you don't have to really-"

But she never got to finish her thought because he suddenly pushed into her, impaling her all the way in one deep stroke until he completely bottomed out, sliding alongside and then past her cervix.

Her eyes bulged out in cartoon comic fashion. "Hoooooly... mother of God! DAMN, that's deep!"

His grin widened as he saw her responding just like he'd hoped she would. He started stroking in and out, building up a steady rhythm.

At first, she just struggled to catch her breath and adjust to what he was doing, but soon she grew more relaxed and was able to just lay back and enjoy it. For now, she was content for him to do all the work. Since he was plowing in and out with such fervor there was little she could do with her hips or pussy to affect things much in any case.

After a couple of minutes she said, "Damn you, Alan Evan Plummer, damn you! Fuck YOU!"

"What?" He still grinned because he knew from the look on her face that she was far from mad at him.

"Why do you have to be such a fucking good fucker? It's not fair. And then you have to be so cute and lovable to boot. No wonder you have a fucking harem of Playboy bunnies or porn stars or whatever the fuck they are! Jesus!" Her whole body shook back and forth in time to his thrusts.

Grinning even more, he teased between huffs and puffs, "Are you using curse words? You're supposed to be a moral example for us kids."

She burst into near hysterical laughter. "Moral example? Right! Just look at me. I can see the newspaper headline tomorrow: 'Teacher-Slut Screwed to Death by Overly Endowed Student-Stud!'"

He laughed again, thrusting strongly all the while. Somehow the mock headline redoubled his resolve to see if he could really "screw her to death."

She thought, Good Lord, I AM getting screwed in my own bed by one of my students. How wrong! How wondrously, gloriously wrong! I'm so terrible. If the other teachers could only see me now...

He continued to drive into her with a steady and relentless rhythm. The deep throat blowjob earlier allowed him to keep stroking and stroking without worrying too much whether he would cum too soon.

He kept it up until she had a nice climax. But he recalled her earlier "demands" and knew that was just the start. Once she came, he figured that she would be overly sensitive, so he slowed down greatly.

But she wasn't having it. She tried squeezing his erection with her pussy walls, while attempting to thrust up with her hips too. But that didn't get the response she wanted, so she said, "If you're going to fuck like I'm fucking made of frickin' porcelain, then let me have a time out here so I can take a piss. Sheesh!"

Again, her words sounded harsh, but she and he were so giddy that it was obvious she was just having fun yanking his chain a little.

He rolled over and lay on his back so she could climb out. "Boy, you're really cursing like a drunken sailor today."

"What can I say? I'm just letting it all hang out. Which is why I'm going to... do THIS!"

She'd appeared to be walking away, but suddenly turned around and literally leaped into the air, throwing herself right on top of an extremely surprised Alan.

He just had enough time to brace himself for her landing so she didn't knock the wind out of him. Her body bounced up and down on his several times before finally coming to a stop. By the time he'd gathered his wits and stopped laughing, he realized she was straddling him and lowering herself down on his turgid erection.

"I told you not to go easy, young man. I'm not a fucking china doll!"

"I can see that. Damn, you're a spitfire! Was that a professional wrestling body slam move? Do you have a secret career I don't know about?"

She tickled him and joked, "Yeah! But I wear a mask so you can't recognize me. They call me The Body Slam Babe." She sat up on his chest.

"Uh-oh!" He tickled back. "I feel a role-play coming on!"

She laughed joyously. "Uh-oh, yourself! You're no match for the Body Slam Babe!" She tried to use her superior position straddled on top of his body to tickle him until he cried "uncle."

"Well, two can play that game!" Even though she was on top, he started thrusting his hips up, causing her to nearly fly completely off his erection more than once. After each such thrust she came crashing back down on him, re-impaling herself in a near violent and almost painful collision.

"Oh yeah?" she screamed. Clearly, she loved the competition.

For the next few minutes, the two of them engaged in a friendly but intense game of trying to out-fuck each other. He would do something like reach up and grasp at her breasts and yell, "Take that!" only to have her do something in return like reach down and twist one of his nipples and yell, "Take THAT!" All the while, she continued to bounce up and down wildly and both of them had to fight from laughing too much. Tickle attacks only made the laughter problem that much more difficult.

Eventually, after a particularly big tickle attack, he found himself back on top. Once that happened, he took control of the situation thanks to steady, driving thrusts. He said triumphantly, "So, you're the BS Babe? You try to bullshit people to death? Is that a commentary on the state of public education today?"

She laughed hard as she panted. "Please! ... No jokes! ... Can't breathe!"

He stopped joking because her burning cunt was driving him wild and all he wanted to do was fuck it until he drowned it in cum.

She soon was reduced to doing nothing but just trying to breathe consistently as he nailed her hard, again and again and again.

The mood swung from playful yet intense to serious, sweaty, and even more intense. As he built up an increasingly powerful rhythm, he said, "Now Glory... listen to me. ... You can't cum ... until I say so."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

With that (somewhat) settled, he redoubled his efforts to fuck her harder, deeper, and better than he'd ever fucked anyone before. He twisted his hips in unexpected ways at times to throw off the rhythm and surprise her, which worked well.

He thought, Okay, I have to get into "The Zone," whatever the hell that means. I can't let myself cum for anything. I can't get tired. Can't slow down. Just fuck her brains out, fuck till she's begging. She's been so great for me that I've gotta give her all I've got!

Since his sex life had reached such crazy, overactive levels in recent weeks, he'd found a variety of ways to conserve his energy while having sexual fun. For instance he usually let the woman get on top and do most of the work, not out of selfishness but just pure survival instincts. Most of the time his relative laziness didn't matter since they had their orgasms too. But this time, he didn't hold back in any way. His body existed simply to provide her with the greatest orgasm she'd ever had.

She remembered the last time he'd fucked her like this, and the feeling of sheer helplessness that came over her back then. And sure enough, she felt that way again. He was simply relentless, an unstoppable force. Only it was more intense for her than before because of his command for her not to cum until he said so. It made her feel even more helpless in the face of his sheer erotic onslaught.

Before long, she was begging, "Please! Can I cum now?!"

But Alan, if he would answer at all, would only shake his head no, causing sweat to fly off his brow.

The urge for her to cum in the face of such a thorough nailing was nearly irresistible and it took all her willpower to hold out. But that willpower was slowly slipping away and she didn't want to lose face and cum without permission. For a while, she tried to make him cum before she did, but that didn't work at all because he was drilling her so hard that all she could do was lie there and take it.

Soon her pleas turned more into orders. "Let me cum! Goddammit, let me cum, you motherfucker!" Since it was technically true that he fucked his mother, she spat out "motherfucker" with particular relish.

The sweat seemed to be pouring off her by the bucket load, and the room had turned into a sauna of heavy sex-drenched air that made it even more difficult to breathe than before. She pleaded, "Goddammit, what's it going to take?! For the love of God, please let me cum! I'm gonna die!"

He had been steadily spiraling up and up to his own great climax, basking in his sexual success. He felt less like a human and more like a locomotive, always churning and driving and moving forward, completely unstoppable. He drew on energy reserves he didn't even know he had. But when she screamed with desperation "I'm gonna die!" he realized the time was right to bring the fun to an end.

He started to slow, and yelled, "Cum! Cum now!" Then he drew back until his penis head was barely connected to her pussy lips and rammed home one final time, thrusting as deep down into her as humanly possible.

Both of them screamed at the top of their lungs as his cum poured into the back of her pussy like molten lava. Her whole body twitched and shook as the supreme climax she'd been dreaming he could give her coursed through her, washed over her like a tidal wave, and, at least for some long and glorious moments, robbed her of all her sense and temporarily turned her into the very "gibbering idiot" that she'd been joking about.

Then their bodies started to crash from the great physical effort they'd just gone through and both of them passed out.

CHAPTER 12

When Alan came to, he looked around and saw Glory sitting up on the bed, propped up on some throw pillows. She was smoking a cigarette. She was bedraggled and sweaty, but more beautiful than ever before, at least in his eyes right then.

She saw he was awake, smiled at him, and said in the most casual and off-hand tone of voice she could muster, "That was nice." She couldn't help but smile at her deliberate understatement. "Ready to do it again?"

He chuckled only a little, even though he found that hilarious, because his body was too exhausted to laugh. "Cute," he finally said. He contemplated raising a hand to wipe the sweat off his face but decided he didn't have the energy to do it.

She just raised an eyebrow enigmatically and smiled.

He just looked at her. Technically speaking, she wasn't looking her best, especially with the way her hair was mussed up in every direction. But he liked seeing her this way, and especially liked the just-fucked rosy glow on her face. After a couple more minutes, he recovered enough to sit up and say, "Glory, I didn't know you smoked."

"I didn't either," she replied. "Truth is, I dabbled a couple of years ago but gave it up quickly enough. Clove cigarettes, actually. And I'm not planning on starting again, but after that monster fuck, I figured I needed to go AAAAAALLLL the way. If that wasn't worth one last smoke, nothing is."

She took another puff and then exhaled. After a pause, she said, "You know what's really great about smoking? It reminds me of blowjobs. All the sucking and the blowing. Maybe that's why it's such a popular post-sex thing. If only I - we - had the energy for another round. But on the other hand, it just might kill me."

He was silent, both from weariness and from a lack of something to say in return. He didn't like smoking and didn't want to kiss a "smoke mouth."

She seemed to sense this, and when she finished she went to her bathroom and rinsed her mouth out with minty mouthwash. She was in there quite a while. Then she came back to bed and lay down next to him.

He asked her, "What took you so long?"

"Just douching." Seeing a rising panic on his face, she was quick to add, "And don't worry. I'm still on the pill, as you know. It's just that after a royal fucking like that, I feel better to take extra precautions. Call me superstitious, but I think extra special fucks like that are usually the ones that lead to babies. You fucked me so good and filled me up so much that if I tilt my head, cum is gonna pour out of my ear."

He found himself getting mentally aroused again at that thought of making her pregnant, even though his penis remained completely limp. That would be so very wrong, having my teacher waddle around with a big belly. By the end of the school year she'd be seriously showing and everyone would know that she's carrying my child. Our child.

I could just picture Heather staring at Glory, grinding her teeth as the smoke poured out of her ears. Glory would give her a lecture right in the front of all her students. "Now, class, we can learn an important lesson from Heather here, so listen up. Sure, you can dress like a slut all the time and get a boob job and a deep tan and practice your Kegel exercises all day long until you're super hot in the sack. Then maybe if you're lucky and you have good genes the class stud will give you a poke every now and then. But that doesn't mean that he loves you. That doesn't mean that he'll let you have his baby. And let me tell you the fun I've had with Alan Junior making this Alan Junior growing inside me! Heh heh! Don't you wish your tanned and toned stomach was all swollen up like mine? But the poetic justice, Heather, is that now my breasts are nearly as big as yours, except without all the silicone. Oh, and enjoy your lunch, girl. I'll bet you that you won't be enjoying it as much as Alan and I will be enjoying ours, though."

Oh man! I'd just love to see Heather's face as Glory rubs her bulging tummy with profound contentment after telling her that! Heh heh heh...

Good God, what am I thinking? I think Sis must be slowly poisoning my mind with all her pregnancy talk. Cancel that daydream. Sheesh!

He brushed such thoughts aside as crazy ravings and merely said to her, "Yeah, that was pretty intense, wasn't it?"

"I don't have to tell you how good that was, lover. Can I call you that?"

"Of course. I really like it."

"Good. 'Cos I'm feeling so close to you right now. I don't know how you did it. I told you just how you should fuck me, and that's exactly what you did. Except for that one time you started to get wimpy on me and I had to take charge." She shot him a lopsided grin.

"Hey, well, you surprised me too. I can't believe you really wanted it THAT hard. I figured I shouldn't believe the BS coming from BS Babe."

Glory snorted in amusement. "Hey, that's Body Slam Babe to you. And I can body slam you right now to prove it."

Now he snorted. "Yeah, right. If you're as pooped as I am, I'll bet you can't even manage a hand slam." He raised a hand and dropped it onto her stomach.

She did the same to him while giggling, and somehow that led to them holding hands as they made a "hand slam" truce.

They were content to just lay there, basking in the love of the other, until he asked, "So, do you really like it that hard? Or was that a fiendish plot to kill me?"

She admitted, seriously, "Well, not all the time, or even very often, but once in a while it's good to be fucked to within an inch of my life to remind me just who owns my body and my soul."

Wow! he thought. She's sounding like a Susan or a Brenda all of a sudden. That's so startlingly sexy and powerful, coming from her.

He sat up a bit more and cupped her chin with one of his hands. "Glory, lover, you know I love you. And my love for the others in no way lessens that. I just want you to know that I mean that from the bottom of my soul."

She stared intensely into his eyes. "I know, love, I know. I love you too. Too much! It's pointless for me to fight it or deny it."

He let go of her chin and slumped back on the bed. "So where do we go from here? We still have all these problems. Your job. The other women. Incest."

She said, "I know. I've been thinking of nothing else since I woke up. But I've come up with an answer: the beach."

"The beach? What do you mean?"

She held his other hand. "I mean, the afternoon is still young, and you and I have a lot more reconnecting to do, both with our heads and our groins. I know I've only been gone from you a matter of days, but emotionally it seems so long. So we're gonna go to the beach. I want to show you my 'Surfer Girl' side. The only thing that can make me feel any better is if I ride a fuckin' ten foot wave, a fuckin' perfect tube! Then I can die with a smile on my face and I don't have to worry about the 'problems.'"

"Okay, the beach it is. I have some role-plays I need to get out of my system. Could something crazy like that happen on a beach?"

She grinned from ear to ear. "That could be arranged, especially considering the beach I want to show you." But to herself, she wondered, Speaking of body slams, I don't know if my pussy could take any more today after all the hard slamming he gave me there. But on the other hand, there's lots of other fun things we can do to each other.

He wondered where he'd find any more energy, but figured he'd be better after the nap that was already starting to overtake him. "But let's make the wild assumption that you don't die in the next few hours. What do we do about these other issues?"

"Well, I've been thinking. The incest, believe it or not, I can handle that. I saw so much heartfelt and deep love in your family that I don't mind so much. Not that I approve in the slightest, mind you. But as long as I don't have to see it with my own eyes or hear about it, I'm good. We can have our own 'don't ask, don't tell' policy."

"Okay. Works for me. And the other?"

"Well, as far as my job goes, I'm thinking we'll need to meet in school a lot less often and out of school a lot more often. I know Suzanne is keen to see you and me get together so I can help her give you backbone, like we were talking about earlier, so I'm thinking we can work out some after school tutoring sessions. You finish your homework, and only then do we get to play."

He quipped, "So you give me backbone, and I give you bone."

She grinned, and then shivered with excitement as she thought about Suzanne's pale and curvy Amazon body again. "To put it crudely, yes. But as you can see, I have a pretty fuckin' dirty mouth once I let my guard down, so let me rephrase: fuck yeah!"

"Okay, cool. I fuckin' agree. So that problem at least is better, even though the danger of you getting fired still lurks." He thought especially about the likelihood of more Heather-inspired scheming, but decided that now was not the time to mention "the Evil One." Instead, he asked, "But what about the whole harem issue?"

"Ah. There's the rub. I can't find any good solution to that. Now that I've seen them in the flesh as a group I know it would be insanity to try to get in the way between you and the likes of Suzanne or Susan. They'd probably rip me to shreds if I even tried. I think the best we can do, again, is just a sort of 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. And don't come waltzing into my classroom at the end of lunch and tell me how good you just nailed Heather or one of her floozy friends if you plan on waltzing back out with all of your body parts still firmly attached. Is that completely clear, young man?"

"Yes, ma'am." Feeling cheeky, he asked with mock innocence, "So I take it a bisexual romp with you, me, and the über-bitch is out of the question?"

She clenched her teeth, but then laughed loudly when she realized he was just teasing. She said, "You're one lucky son of a bitch. If I had the strength to even lift my arm, you'd find out just what a 'bitch-slap' is all about."

He grinned. "So I'll mark you as undecided for now, then."

She turned serious. "Okay, you've had your fun, but please don't even joke about that. The mere mention of her name ruins my mood."

"Sorry. Seriously. I just couldn't resist."

She quipped, but with bitterness, "That seems to be your problem with women in general." But she immediately said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to be like that. Let me try again."

She sat there thinking for some long moments and her face grew sad. "But here's the tough part. That arrangement I just suggested may work for a while, but I don't think it can ultimately last. I'm thinking that we just have to enjoy these next six months or so, until the school year is over, and reevaluate from there. The odds are very good that you'll be going to college somewhere far from me and that circumstances will pull us apart. And if that happens, maybe it'll be for the best and make the breakup less painful."

"But-"

"No buts! If you're planning something else, don't tell me, 'cos this is the only way I can justify my foolishness. And even if you do go, I'm running the risk that I will become so attached to you that I'll follow you around to the ends of the Earth like the gibbering idiot you just made me."

They both grinned a little at that, and then she continued, "I hope not, because I so very much want to meet a nice, normal guy, have a nice, normal marriage, and then have two point five kids and the white picket fence dream. It's corny and boring sounding, I know, but it works for me. But who knows? We'll just have to play it by ear, day by day. Six months is an eternity. Look how much you've changed these last two months. Heck, in another two months you'll probably be living in a giant sultan's palace with fifty wives all naked and in chains."

"That's the plan," he joked.

She just rolled her eyes. Then she grew serious. "Alan, my love, the one thing I ask is please don't play with my emotions. Don't play me for a fool. If we were to break up, it can't possibly be as big a deal to you as it would be to me. You've got fallback options, big busty women to ease your heartbreak. All I have is you, now. I'm putting my heart in your hands."

"I understand that. The thing is, I've never really been in a serious relationship before. I'm new to all this stuff. But I'll try my very best. I promise."

"Hold me!" she suddenly cried.

And despite the fact that both of them were still in bed and completely naked, that was all they did as they held each other in an emotional embrace. In truth, had they had more energy it would have been a good time for them to reaffirm their connection with more sex. But both of them were so completely wiped out that more sex was the last thing on their minds.

Before long, sleep started to overtake both of them at the same time.

As she started to drift off, she thought, I must be the biggest fuckin' idiot in the history of the planet. I know my six month plan is only going to lead to greater heartbreak down the road, but what else can I do? I love him so much! It's not just the fantastic sex we have together, it's everything about him.

In fact, the greatest thing about the sex we just had wasn't the fact that I just had the biggest multiple orgasm of my life; it's that he tried so hard to please me. Maybe these next six months will be the highlight of my life and everything will be a hollow shell after that. Frankly, I don't know how I'll ever be "normal" again and see my way to my cherished white picket fence dream after I've been on the Alan roller coaster ride. But I have to try. Joining the harem and living a life of shame is simply not an option. For now, I'm just gonna live life to the fullest, day by day, and screw the future.

And as he started to slip into sleep, he thought, Man, I never expected THAT! This is yet another dream come true. How is it that so many things are going so right for me? I don't know what I'd do without her; she's like my compass. She IS my backbone, maybe even more so than Suzanne is. Whenever I have a tough decision, in the back of my head there's always that thought, "What would Glory think about this?" We're gonna have so many good times! Six whole months! Wow!

Minimum. Maybe I'm a greedy bastard, but I don't ever want to let her go. If only she could join the harem, then everything would be totally perfect. She's one of the five women I love the most, even more so than Brenda or Christine.

Well, I'll have to just take what I can get for now, and see how things go. I'll just have to show her all my love so that in six months she'll realize we need to be together no matter what, with her as part of the harem or not. Whatever it takes, as long as we can stay together. True love conquers all.

Both of them fell asleep cuddled together with contented smiles on their faces.

NOTE: Big thanks to IBT, Gnome, and WD40, who proofread the part over and over again and helped in lots of other ways. Hermit helped with the pictures, as usual. Jimmy the Saint inspired me to add to the meal scene. Also thanks to Captain Comic, Dark King, Old Salt, Sam.I.am, and WarpWizard.

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