CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

Susan and Alan sat quietly in the car as they rode home together. Both were in a daze. There was little comment aside from Susan occasionally saying things like, "Well that certainly was something, wasn't it?"

Alan tried to be noncommittal. He was busy with thoughts of his own. His second appointment with Akami turned out to be everything he hoped it would be and then some. He was on the verge of realizing that Akami wasn't just a very dedicated nurse who would do anything to help her patients, but was pushing hard for sex with him. He still hadn't quite gotten there, however, simply because it was almost beyond his conception that an older, experienced woman like Akami would ever be interested in a nerdy teenager like him. He had a lot of sexual self-confidence issues to overcome.

But what really puzzled him as he rode home was the behavior of his mother.

Alan stared serenely at his mother while she drove and then returned to his thoughts. He couldn't believe that she didn't seem to have a problem with the appointment they just came from. The mother I thought I knew would have been outraged and never returned again. She probably would have sued for extreme emotional distress.

Is she actually getting turned on by it all? She seemed to be getting kind of hot and bothered. Hell, I have no clue about understanding women but even I noticed how her chest was heaving so excitedly. It was like she couldn't tear her eyes off of my penis. But she's my mom. ... However, she's totally gorgeous! I never even fully realized. How cruel is it to have such a smokin' mom? What if she's willing to help me out with my treatment in any way possible, and I do mean in any way? Wow. Impossible!

He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind, as his penis couldn't take any more excitement.

Susan was thinking along the exact same lines: What has gotten into me? That was the most powerfully erotic experience I've ever had! I haven't masturbated in like..., well, ever, pretty much. My whole body felt so... GOOD! But it's so wrong. Probably the better it feels, the bigger the sin.

I know it's wrong to think about my son's member, but if these appointments mean awakening my sexuality, isn't that a good thing? Suzanne says it is, and she's the wisest person I know. Couldn't this put some spice back into my marriage? I would never think about cheating on my husband, and I certainly would NEVER think about actually ... with my son ... To actually...

For starters, to touch his member.

There, I said it. To freely, wantonly, do such an immoral and nasty thing. But Akami says I should check it for abnormalities. Isn't that kind of a moral loophole, if I'm doing it for medical purposes? In fact, wouldn't I be a BAD mother if I didn't? Wouldn't it be selfish of me if I don't do everything she asks, for his benefit? ... It's for his benefit, not mine... I have to be a good mother... But I feel so guilty...

On the outside, she looked calm and collected. But that was only a show, because her thoughts were a bubbling cauldron of confusion. She could barely keep her mind on driving, causing the car to veer all over the road until they finally got home.

Both mother and son immediately rushed to their rooms. Susan, because she decided she wanted to explore her discovery of masturbation more extensively, and in a "hands on" manner. She explained to herself that if she masturbated now, it would still only count as one time. Alan, because he was completely spent in more ways than one and just wanted to sleep.

When Alan finally woke up from his daily nap, he mentally reviewed his appointment with Akami as he lay there on his bed. But that wasn't a good idea because he got yet another erection and his penis wasn't feeling much better. It hurt when it got hard. He turned on the light and went to the computer. He figured doing some homework would do him good.

At that very moment, he heard a knock on the door.

Suzanne stepped into his room, holding her arms up on his doorframe. "How are you doing, Sweetie? You ready for some more Internet fun?" She was wearing a shimmering dress he'd never seen before. It was emerald green, which perfectly matched her eyes.

Oh no! he thought. How can I turn down that offer? But I have no choice. Dang! "Aunt Suzy, I'd love to, but I have a really bad case of... I don't know what to call it. Things are just kind of sore and overworked down there."

"Oh, are they? That must have been some doctor's appointment!" She was very pleased that the doctor's appointments were pushing Alan along sexually, but she tried to hide the satisfaction from her voice.

Alan moaned in frustration. "Ugggghh! Don't even bring that up. It hurts just to think about it! Could we try later tonight, once I've had a chance to recover? I might be feeling better by then."

He yanked his eyes back up to her face - they kept drifting down to her crotch because her dress was so short. He was convinced that if she just raised her arms a little more, he'd see her pussy.

Suzanne reluctantly left after chatting with him a bit more. She tried to pry what happened at the appointment out of him, but he only spoke in vague generalities about the medical aspects.

Suzanne went back downstairs, where she was practically accosted by a very upset Susan.

"Suzanne, I need to speak to you. Right away! It's about this appointment with Akami we came back from. Some very disturbing things happened. Very, very disturbing."

They went out back to the pool area so they could talk without being disturbed or overheard. Suzanne insisted they both change into bikinis first, figuring that might help Susan feel a bit more sexy which it turn could help her be more sexually forthcoming.

Once they were settled in, Susan said, "Suzanne, my dearest friend, I have a horrible confession to make. I have sinned in thought AND deed. I'm headed straight to the gates of Hell, that's for sure!"

Susan went on to describe what happened at the appointment with Akami. She didn't want to reveal everything, since she found some things too embarrassing to even tell her best friend. But Suzanne kept asking probing questions, forcing the strictly honest Susan to reveal more and more. In the end, there was very little she'd left out.

Suzanne discovered that in Susan's mind, her main "sin of thought" was her lustful yearning to touch and stroke her son's erection. Her main "sin of deed" was masturbating in the bathroom near the end of the appointment.

Once Suzanne realized most of the story, she thought, Hmmm. This is a bit dicey. Religion is very important for Susan. I need to convince her that having Alan masturbate is bad, but Susan masturbating is not a sin. Good thing that I've been thinking about this in advance and just waiting for the right moment to give her the religious justifications she needs.

She said, "Can you hold on a minute? I need to get something that will help us out here." Then she got up and went inside.

She came back a few minutes later with a heavy tome. She put in on the table next to her lawn chair and said, "Susan, I've been thinking about these matters for a while now. The spiritual implications of Alan's unorthodox treatment has been troubling me, too. As you know, I'm a Christian too, even though I don't go to church nearly as often as you do. The answers to your worries are in the Bible, naturally. Are you familiar with the story of Onan?"

"Certainly. My parents told me that story repeatedly when I was a kid and they lectured me on the evils of masturbation. He was the one who spilled his seed upon the ground. God was so mad at him that he struck him down and killed him on the spot as a warning that the Children of God should never commit that heinous sin."

"Indeed," Suzanne replied (even though she knew that explanation of the story was just one of several). "But think about that famous saying, 'He spilled his seed upon the ground.' Who has seed? Men do. Spend. Semen. Sperm. Women don't have that. Therefore, women cannot spill their seed upon the ground and what you did today in the doctor's office bathroom was no sin at all."

"But women have their own sexual fluids," Susan pointed out.

"True, but male seed is half of a potential human life. The female half, the egg, is buried deep within us and there's no way to spill it anywhere. Female fluids are just for lubrication, they have no spiritual meaning or potential, no more than saliva does, if I can be blunt about it. If you want to masturbate, there's absolutely nothing wrong or sinful about it. It's only the MALE who can sin that way."

Susan thought about it, and then gasped. "But that means that Alan... I know he has a medical justification, but still... He's sinning six times a day!"

"True. He does have that medical justification, but it would be better if he didn't have to do that at all, right?"

Susan nodded with worry.

Suzanne continued her lecture, "Well, luckily, there's a way out. Think about it. God was mad at Onan because he spilled his seed UPON THE GROUND. Sex is a gift of pleasure between man and woman, and in the story there was a beautiful woman right there with Onan, Tamar was her name, but he spilled his cum onto the floor instead of on her. THAT'S what made God so mad. Onan should have spilled his seed all over Tamar."

"Wait. So you're telling me that it's perfectly okay for a man if he spills his seed onto a woman?"

"Absolutely. If the cum lands on a woman or in a woman, that's perfectly fine. Sexual fun between man and woman is one of God's greatest gifts to his children. Any part of the woman will do. Her vagina, naturally, but her mouth will do just fine. Or her chest, her hands, her stomach - anywhere, really."

Susan's pussy started to tingle as she imagined holding Alan's erection and letting him shoot all over her fair skin. "Suzanne! So what you're saying is that I should let Alan cum all over me?! Whenever he wants?"

"Yes. See? The sinful thoughts you thought you had about that are not sinful at all. You naturally long to stroke Alan and have him cum in your hand because deep down you find it abhorrent to see all that precious seed wasted on the ground. I feel the same way. I've been holding off on touching him that way so far for fear of upsetting you, but I think it's time we step up and be responsible. We have to stop all that morally questionable masturbating he's doing. We need to save him from sin with handjobs."

Suzanne couldn't believe she delivered that last line with a straight face. She didn't believe a single word of what she was saying, but she knew exactly how to push all of Susan's buttons and knew this was the kind of thing Susan would fall for.

"I don't know. That just seems so... extreme. My parents never taught me about THAT."

"Well, your parents are simple people. Honest, hard working, good God-fearing folks, but simple farmers just the same. They've never studied theology. In the past week or so I've been studying this issue, and all the religious scholars agree. Seed belongs on or in a woman, not on the ground. Here, let me point out just one quotation I've found."

She opened up the big book she'd brought. "These are the words of Clement of Alexandria, one of the most important Christian scholars who lived in the third century. He wrote, and I quote, 'Because of its divine institution for the propagation of man, the seed is not to be vainly ejaculated, nor is it to be damaged, nor is it to be wasted.' So you see, right now, Alan's cum is being vainly ejaculated into tissue paper or towels an average of six times a day. We can save him from sin with our hands, our mouths, and the rest of our bodies." Suzanne said this with dead seriousness, though her great earnestness was nothing more than a good acting job.

Susan just sat there with an astonished look on her face. Finally, trying to change the subject and stall for time, she asked, "Do we really have to talk about these things in a bikini? I feel so... naked. It's downright improper."

"Yes we do," Suzanne answered testily.

After some long moments, Susan looked no closer to making any kind of decision.

Finally, Suzanne asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Susan replied, "You make a good case. In a way, it's a big relief. If I DON'T give Alan a handjob, that's actually worse than if I do." The wheels were still turning in her head as she mulled over the implications.

"That's right." Suzanne was pleased to watch Susan's nipples harden in her bathing suit.

But while Susan was greatly aroused by these ideas, these also inflamed her sense of guilt and sin. "Well, Suzanne, that may be the case, in theory, but in reality I just can't bear the thought of doing that. It goes against the grain of everything I learned my entire life. Also, what about the incest? He's my son!"

Suzanne knew that the incest issue would be a tougher nut to crack, but she tried to chip away at Susan's beliefs there, too. "Incest is strictly about intercourse, Susan. Everyone knows that. Is it a crime to kiss your son? No. To hug him? No. Handjobs and the like fall in that same category." She had a hard time saying that with a straight face, too. But she knew how gullible Susan was and was fairly sure her explanations on this would at least have a little bit of an effect.

Susan frowned. picked up the tome and read the quote. "I dunno. I'd think a hug is totally different. Can you do some more research on that?"

"Certainly."

Susan thought some more, and then said, "Suzanne, I really appreciate everything you've done for this family during our trying time. Maybe, maybe... maybe you should help Alan out, you know, in that way. With your hands, I mean. It's okay with me. I give you my permission. But I could never do that myself. No matter what Clement of Alexandria says, it just doesn't sit right with me. Not only that, but if my parents ever found out, or God forbid, my sister, they would never understand, never forgive me. I'm afraid the burden will have to fall on you."

Suzanne looked at Susan gravely. "I understand. But if jacking off Alan is going to be my daily burden, I think it's only fair that you make some sacrifices too."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to need more help in the visual stimulation department. For Alan to climax six times a day , day after day, month after month, he's going to need a non-stop barrage of truly impressive stimulation. It's a lucky break that he has such a sexy mother, and we have to take advantage of that. You keep only meeting me half way when it comes to what you wear. I want you to agree to wear anything I say, at any time."

Susan blanched. "I dunno. Wow. Is that really necessary? Why can't he just get excited looking at you?"

"Don't you trust me? Don't you respect my sacrifices? I'm willing to let Alan cum in my hand, or even on my face or chest if need be, to save him from the heinous sin of Onan. What are you willing to do to help him? Aren't we in this as a team, with you, Katherine, and me all doing what we can to help someone we love in his time of need? Heck, even Amy is helping out with some visual stimulation without understanding the why of it. She still tries to do her part."

Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. I'll do what I can."

"That's the spirit! Together, we're going to overcome all obstacles and defeat Alan's tragic energy condition once and for all. You're my best friend and I love you." They hugged.

Suzanne thought, Hot damn, I think she bought it! Heh-heh, I think that was the biggest line of bullshit I've spun in my entire life. I especially like the part about my "sacrifice" in "suffering" through all those juicy handjobs that I actually can't wait to give. But she bought it! She still has so much prudishness to overcome, but I've planted the seeds and given her the religious justification she so desperately needs. It's amazing. I'll bet it's possible to find quotes in the Bible to justify just about anything, especially with all that Old Testament stuff.

The only thing is I feel bad about tricking my best friend. She's sooo gullible. Normally I'm the one who protects her innocent mind from the sharks and ripoffs, but now I'm betraying her faith in me. She would have rejected these ideas that conflict with her religious upbringing out of hand unless they came from me. She trusts me more than anyone else, I'm sure.

The thing is, sometimes the ends DO justify the means. I can't just come out and say, "Susan, I'm in love with your son, I want to spend the rest of my life with him." She'd freak out, especially since I'm still married. This is the only way. There has to be a gradual change in her sexual mores before she can accept what I plan to do with my cute little Sweetie. Or not so little, heh-heh.

I've been so good and honest to Susan for so many years; I know I've earned this one harmless little trick. It's gonna make Susan's life much, much better, too. Hopefully in the end she can throw off this Christian fundamentalist bullshit that's been holding her down, and learn to live and love! Maybe she'll even divorce Ron when she discovers what she's been missing. I never have liked him, not one bit.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne elected to share dinner with the Plummer family once again. She'd immediately held Susan to her promise to wear whatever Suzanne said and picked out the most outrageous outfit for her yet. She wanted to be around more often to make sure Susan didn't chicken out in wearing it during dinner. She also wanted to see if she could tease Alan's version of the medical appointment out of him.

Alan's penis shot straight to attention when he walked in the dining room for dinner. Suzanne wore an outfit that just barely contained her generous breasts, but he wasn't too surprised about that. Katherine wore a very similar revealing outfit and that was a surprise since he'd never seen her wear sexy clothes in front of Susan before. But it was what Susan wore that completely blew his mind.

She wore a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it was designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hung on her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy.

Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extremely ashamed and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to her wholesome face. Throughout the meal she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit.

Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as if she was forced to do it like a slave.

At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assumed Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.

She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone can see how aroused I am. It's so improper."

Suzanne whispered back, "You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Alan is going to shoot, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."

Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right."

Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."

She finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of chest earthquakes.

Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry.

But Alan's great arousal wore down his defense and he ended up explaining some of what happened with Akami.

Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.

Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three times during the appointment, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatment than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He mentioned next to nothing of what Susan did, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the whole time.

But even Katherine, who knew nothing of what happened so far, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected Susan did more than just sit bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Her suspicions were strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event.

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny, it was her own memory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection.

Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointment, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to mention. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on." He valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about what his mother was doing or saying, in an attempt to protect her honor.

Despite his efforts, Susan was aghast with shame, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashamed she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with me? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever. I might as well be topless. It's like someone just painted a part of by breasts red and called that a top.

But what's worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says, thinking about my Tiger's big hard thing being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be some kind of sin. I'll bet it's hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground. Thank goodness for small blessings.

She stared at where she would have been able to see Alan's crotch had the table not been in the way. I'll bet his member could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over me, I'd be saving him from moral depravity.

She took some heavy breaths to calm down. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Katherine is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son. I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't even let Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming of holding Alan's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand or I'll die of shame.

She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great need for release. It was mostly due to Susan's top. In fact, it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them there without significant support.

Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated at all the movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what to do.

Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and climaxed into a towel.

He was emotionally and physically exhausted from so much sexual stimulation in recent days. And his penis felt like it had been rubbed raw, too. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving.

But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening with his friends, yet not really with them. Instead, he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

Once he left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it came to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.

But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why me, Lord? Why me?" She was reminded of the trials of Job.

After much restless agitation, she came to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have one in years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Plus, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget how Akami did it exactly.

So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she didn't even touch her pussy.

She tried at first to think of her favorite movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. She loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner and her thoughts at first involved that.

In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to her. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and casually pulled at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples right then instead of her masturbating.

Then in her dream, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, pulled out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.

She never got beyond that in the dream because it was all so exciting that she came within minutes.

She felt a lot better when it was over. It was like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have some more breast exams but think about things - anything! - other than my son's extremely tempting member.

She looked back at her thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking.

Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how excited Susan was getting. So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door. She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Smiling with satisfaction, she headed back to her own house.

Her husband was working late, so she was alone as she stood before her bedroom closet and started to undress for bed. I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely shocked. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't even control herself in the slightest. She's so fucking horny for Alan! It's obvious.

This certainly changes things. My goal was to relax her morals enough so that she'd accept my relationship with Alan. The problem is, I think she's sliding down a slippery slope and there's no way to stop her just half way down. She's resisting, but deep down she wants some of Alan's cock. I could see the way her eyes were practically boring a hole through the table. It was like she was praying for X-ray vision.

So that could be bad. That definitely opens up a whole can of worms. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Alan, but Susan and Katherine too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with Alan, but I never would have expected the two of them would react like this on top of it. It's like they're total nymphomaniacs exploding into lust at the first opportunity.

She finished undressing while she continued to ruminate. Susan's reaction has been wild enough. But there's Katherine's reaction too. Like the way she was pumping Alan at dinner with questions about how Akami stroked his penis. Pumping is the perfect word. She looked like she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table.

Now that Suzanne stood naked, she began fingering her pussy in front of her mirror. I had Katherine pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. But no, mother and daughter are total hotties. In fact, I'd almost suspect Katherine had a thing for him even before I put my scheme into motion. Maybe she does! It's so hot, sister and brother together! I can't stand it!

Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now. Her whole body buckled with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping her wits about her. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused.

Alan could be the key to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on Alan, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until we women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and, oh God! Oh, too much! Too much!

I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes! Maybe even marry Alan! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Katherine my partners in bed! Oh! Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!!

Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with lifelong chastity vows.

She'd never really had sexual feelings for Katherine, she had no interest in underaged girls. But there was no denying that Katherine was reaching the age of an adult and her body was the body of an adult. Now Suzanne was amenable to the idea of seducing Katherine, too. Suddenly, she was very amenable.

She lay back on her bed in the nude. If I had a REAL man as a husband, he would be here for me now. I never would have started wandering. I can't even remember the last time we made love. It's like Susan and I aren't married at all. I don't know which is worse: Susan's husband being overseas all the time, or my husband being here but not here at the same time.

Well, Alan's a real man, and a good man, too. He's no mere boy. He'd never neglect me or leave me alone. She looked around the empty bedroom and sighed.

CHAPTER 3 (Wednesday, Oct. 9)

The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal again for Alan. It was just another day at school, and then a typical day at home except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily. Admittedly, a lot more sexily. He overheard Susan chastising Katherine over her outfit, but Katherine pointed out that Susan wasn't one to talk, given what she was wearing.

Alan masturbated several times in the afternoon as usual. The outfits he saw helped, but he certainly wasn't lacking mental stimulation material.

He hadn't seen Suzanne at all that day and worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about.

Alan had a good feeling that Suzanne wanted to do more than just talk. As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he felt scared and apprehensive. She was so sexual and physically perfect that just being near her could be intimidating. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed black silk kimono not for a love of Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the front.

It was already about nine in the evening by this time. Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now enough to get him horny. Yet he reminded himself it was only days ago when he didn't have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe opened in the front. She leaned back on his bed and allowed a boob to fall out of the kimono. There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone. Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up more and more.

As she explored her body, she said, "I'm so glad you're here. I've been getting so hot and bothered just thinking about you."

"You? About me?"

"Sure! You think I'm helping you out just for you? Sweetie, believe me I would if I have to because I love you, but I'm enjoying this just as much as you are." By the time she said that, her robe had opened enough to completely expose both of her breasts. She reached up to a nipple and loudly moaned as she pinched it.

"Really?" Alan honestly asked, "But I don't deserve you. You're like a Playboy centerfold - you're actually hotter than the typical Playboy centerfold - and I'm just some guy, some random teenager."

She raised an eyebrow as she played with her breasts with both hands. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not just some random teenager. You're my Sweetie! You're the most kind and good man I've ever met, and you're turning into a total hunk to boot. Note that I say 'man' and not 'boy'. Now, are you going to release the beast from its cage or are you going to leave me suffering?"

Her looked at her in confusion and saw her eyebrows wiggling as she stared at the obvious bulge in his shorts. He was slowly learning. Suzanne actually sees ME as a sex object of some sort? Wow.

She added impatiently, "Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it myself?"

Alan was learning fast. He grinned. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do it yourself."

She said wryly, "Now I know why you're in the gifted classes." She let the kimono fall off her shoulders. It was stopped from falling all the way off by the sash around her waist. Then she got down on her knees in front of where Alan was sitting.

She reached out and unzipped his shorts zipper.

Alan held his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening.

She took her time just staring at his bulge, letting the anticipation grow. Finally, she reached in through the fly on his underwear and grasped his erection firmly.

Alan exhaled and then sucked in another big breath. His heart was pounding.

She pulled his erection out and left it sticking straight out, right at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm such a naughty girl. If I'm not careful, I might end up grabbing it, and stroking it, a lot more. That would be bad. Very improper." She winked.

Alan felt dizzy. It was like every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain working. He tried taking deep breaths to calm down.

Suzanne was tempted to lean forward and suck on his meaty rod, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She looked up and playfully asked him, "So, a penny for your thoughts. Is something arousing you? What could it be?"

Alan was going to burst out, "You!" But he thought, I have to be clever. Cool. I'm not just some random teenager. I have to live up to Aunt Suzy's high expectations. After a long pause, he grinned and said, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures."

Suzanne was amused. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She pretended to pout, and flicked a finger at his erection, causing it to sway from side to side. She brought her face closer to his erection, allowing her to breathe on it. Then she said in a very breathy voice, "JUST the pictures? Having your Aunt Suzy nearly totally naked and on her knees before your cock thinking about how good it would feel to touch and fondle doesn't have anything to do with it?"

Alan felt assaulted with erotic sensations, even though she wasn't touching him. For one thing, she was breathing on his penis quite heavily. He could actually sense the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also loved her flowery perfume (he detected lavender) and her scratchy voice. Add the words she was saying and the way she was showing off her naked torso, and he was in serious danger from cumming without any skin to skin contact at all.

He answered her question, "Maybe a little."

Her grin widened. "Just a little, eh? What am I going to do with you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.

He wasn't sure if he was meant to respond, and he was enjoying his erotic high too much to want to speak in any case.

So she suggested, "You know what the problem is? I think your beast is still too confined. Let it roam free. We want to see you pull your shorts off. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

Alan momentarily wondered what she meant by "we." He gathered his wits and prepared to drop his shorts. "Good idea. Best to be safe. They were cutting off my circulation anyway." He slowly brought them down his legs.

Suzanne laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's nervous, but he's not completely intimidated. Most of the men I'm with are twice his age and never get over being intimidated by my looks. Maybe it's because Alan grew up with his Aunt Suzy, he knows I don't bite. Well, not much, hee hee.

Alan stood up in the process of taking his shorts off. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. He wasn't used to standing with an unhindered erection and he felt awkward about it.

As he tried to move back into the same position in front of Suzanne as before, Suzanne deliberately moved her face forward a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled, thinking that he'd been to one to bump into her. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He managed to settle back into his chair.

But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm.

Alan realized he was on a razor's edge. One more slight touch or sexy thought or word was going to bring on an orgasm. Without explaining why, he closed his eyes and tried to block out all thoughts of Suzanne. He concentrated on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic surge passed.

Suzanne smiled as she saw him finally open his eyes after a minute or more. "Looks like someone around here is getting too much stimulation." Suzanne made a pretense at pulling her kimono up over her shoulders and closing it, as if trying to calm things a little, but then she let it fall off her shoulder again as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She giggled. "Oopsie. Looks like you're stuck with Aunt Suzy's big ol' blinding white boobs. Think you can handle that?"

Alan was feeling much more able to go on now that surge had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blinding white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big."

Suzanne reached out and flicked a finger on his erection, causing it to sway again. "Ooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well. ... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures'?" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.

He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she had a chance to respond.

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."

He laughed. On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Susan's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I like.

Despite Alan's great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Suzanne on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his penis head. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing that stroking.

Suzanne noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"

He began rubbing his penis more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although Alan was sitting at his desk next to his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen.

No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then the jiggly red leather dress she was wearing suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She sat up on her heels, shoving them forwards until they were inches from his erection.

He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft.

As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.

But Suzanne could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking."

However, even though Alan hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him.

Suzanne realized this and was patient. She was continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.

"Suzanne? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Alan was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.

She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Susan... I mean Suzanne! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Suzy's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your dick every single day, for years and years to come?"

Alan let out a wordless moan of great pleasure.

She kept stroking, lightly and slowly.

But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy.

After a couple more minutes, Alan couldn't help but say, "Aunt Suzy, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace slowly built up, until he was eventually ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, or sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it.

Her face was always close to the tip of his penis. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, and other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that completely. She wanted to savor his seduction.

She was in control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to literally bring his first handjob to a climax.

"You're almost ready..." she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping fast in, squeezing his most sensitive spots. "Do it all over my big boobs!"

The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. Alan wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting directly into Suzanne's face.

That didn't slow her down, though - in fact, it inspired her. She pumped his erection for all she was worth. She loved him so much that she wanted to drain him completely dry.

A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss, Alan resting in his chair and Suzanne still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss.

When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?"

They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point.

Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path.

CHAPTER 4

Alan sat forward and had a look around. He finally realized that his cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Then he looked up and saw that even more had landed on her face. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage. He wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds. The fact that she was still lightly panting, causing her cum-covered tits to heave, only increased his mental excitement.

But he dared not touch her, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative. Further, he saw no need to push his luck as long as his penis was down for the count.

Suzanne said, "Okay, now it's time for you to REALLY tell me what happened during your medical appointment."

"What do you mean?"

She pouted, "After I do that to you, you still play dumb with me? I talked to Susan about it and she told a different story than the one you gave at dinner. For instance, you forgot to mention how Akami gave her a so-called breast exam."

"Oooooh.... THAT appointment."

Suzanne chuckled.

Alan went over the appointment again, but this time he didn't hold anything back. He and Suzanne often compared notes, figuring out what Susan mentioned and what she left out.

As Alan talked, he slowly found his erection reviving. Previously, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually tortured out of him only after repeated questions. But now he freely described Akami's ministrations in great detail and after a while he mentioned little else but that and the way Akami fondled Susan's chest.

Between his own words and the continued sight of his cum slowly trickling down Suzanne's body, his hands found themselves wrapped around his new hard-on.

But Suzanne said, "Don't touch it just yet. Leave that to me. Why do it yourself when you've got Aunt Suzy all addicted to your cock? You've won yourself a very eager cock stroker."

Alan could hardly argue with that. He pulled his hands away.

Suzanne added in her delightfully raspy voice, "But since you got your pleasure I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy, which unfortunately for Alan remained hidden under her kimono.

He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out. He reached out to adjust her kimono and give himself a better view.

But she chided. "Look, but don't touch. It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you."

For maybe a week at most, heh-heh, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. Then she told him, "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office."

Alan had pretty much told her everything already, but he didn't mind describing how Akami played with Susan's breasts in more detail, even though neither his nor Suzanne's hands were on his erection as he talked.

But before he could really get into it, there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. She said through the door. "Alan? Suzanne? You still in there? How it is going? It's been a while now."

Alan looked around for his shorts and started to reach out so he could quickly put them back on.

But Suzanne waved that effort off. Instead, without attempting to cover up or move from where she sat, she said, "Oh, things are CUMMING along nicely. Come on in, Susan."

Susan opened the door and stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was Suzanne's pale white back. She didn't see any cloth above her waist and realized that meant Suzanne was completely exposed on her front side too. Then her eyes went to Alan and she figured out he was sitting in the perfect position to ogle Suzanne's bare chest.

As she stepped further into the room, she was able to see around Suzanne's back more until she saw enough of Alan to determine he wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she saw the shorts on the floor. She froze before she got enough of an angle to see Alan's erection, but she knew it was there from the lusty look on his face.

While Susan was surprised at what she saw, Alan was surprised at her too. He couldn't get over the outfit she was wearing. She looked like a teenaged girl about to go out on a hot date, with a black mini-skirt and a nearly skin-tight top that exposed her belly. She was blushing and both arms covered her chest, but that just made find her all the more arousing.

Suzanne hadn't turned around to look at Susan whatsoever, but she knew with certainty that Susan was blushing, covering up as much as she could. She was the one who'd told her what to wear and she knew how uncomfortable Susan was about it. She said with authority, "Susan, drop your hands to your side this instant."

Susan was mortified, but she brought her arms down.

After giving her a suitable time to do that, Suzanne said, "Now, thrust your chest out and let your son admire your new outfit."

Susan protested, "But this outfit, it's hardly appropriate, I mean, it's so scandalous to begin with..."

"Susan!"

"Suzanne, please! Really, don't you think-"

But Suzanne interrupted, "Remember that you're here for visual stimulation. You're doing what you can do to help his condition, and I'm doing what I can. I think he could use a good dose of visual stimulation right now."

Susan sighed. "Very well." She thrust her chest out and stood with her arms straight at her side, like a soldier at attention.

"More thrusting, please," Suzanne insistently demanded.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Suuuuusan?!" Suzanne chided.

Blushing furiously, Susan thrust her chest forward as far as she could. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment, but at the same time she reveled in the shame and the naughtiness of what she was doing. She couldn't stand to look in her son's direction, but she felt light-headed as she imagined him staring at her.

Suzanne, still without turning, then said, "So. What is it that brought you in?"

Holding her body in that lewd thrusting position, she tried to say in a casual voice, "Oh, I just wanted to say hello and see if you needed anything. Just seeing how you're getting along."

The truth was, she didn't have any reason to come in, but Suzanne had told her in advance that this was the time she was going to give Alan his first handjob, and as the minutes went by curiosity eventually got the best of her. She absolutely had to know how things had gone.

Suzanne knew this. She could have strung Susan along, but decided to have mercy since Susan was doing her best wearing the outfit and posing in such a sexy way. She said, "I just stroked Alan to a very nice climax, didn't I, Sweetie?"

Alan thought, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How surreal! But he answered, "Uh, yeah. Mom, it was, um, very nice. Suzanne is very talented with her hands."

Susan also found the whole situation bizarre, but managed to reply, "That's nice. I'll bet she is." She was slowly drifting further into the room while keeping her chest thrust out. She finally reached the point where she could see Alan's erection, pointing up stiffly in his lap. She froze again and gawked.

Then, realizing that Alan could see how blatantly she was staring, she freaked out and backed away. "Um, nice. Very nice! Uh, I gotta go. Let me know if you need anything else!" By the time she finished saying that she was back in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and rushed to her bathroom to take a cold shower. She couldn't believe how aroused the entire encounter made her and she prayed that it didn't show on her face.

As soon as she was gone, Suzanne thought, A-ha! I've always figured Susan would be submissive in bed, and the way she loved being told to thrust her chest out proves it. Things are going to get miiiiighty interesting around here, heh-heh!

She chuckled. "Aw, shucks. I was hoping she would stay longer. I didn't even get to show her this lovely pearl necklace you gave me." She swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum tastes?"

Alan let out a loud groan. "Oh. My. Gaaawd. Aunt Suzy, this has just been too weird. Great, damn great, but weird. I mean you" - he pointed at her chest - "and then Mom" - he pointed at the door. "I mean, it's just..."

Since he was at a loss for words, Suzanne said, "Yeah, I know. It's a lot coming at you all at once. You have to admit though, that your mom looked really hot as she stood there obediently with her chest thrust out, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, panting and staring hungrily at your big, hard cock. Didn't that turn you on?"

Alan assumed he needed to keep his incestuous desires a secret from everyone, even Suzanne. "It's not like that, Aunt Suzy. Really."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Honest to God. I mean, yes, she's attractive. Hell, more than attractive. But she's my mom. I don't think of her that way."

Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. She began rubbing his erection again, to further break down his resistance. "Oh, come on, Sweetie, you have to admit she looked sexy. Are you saying your mother isn't beautiful? Is that what you want me to tell her?"

"No!" he cried in agitation. "God, she's totally HOT!" He got even more flustered after realizing what he's said. He blurted out, "Don't tell her anything! Please? Promise? It's not like that!" He started sweating profusely, as if he was being tortured under interrogation.

Suzanne stroked his erection even more aggressively. "I won't tell her anything. Your secret is safe with me. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with incest, as long as it's between two loving and consenting adults. Don't you agree?"

"No comment." He was really sweating bullets now. He knew that his lust for Susan was as plain as day.

Suzanne decided to give him a break and not press too much about the incest. "Whatever. But you have to admit she looked hot."

"How do you even know what she was wearing? You didn't turn around."

"Because she I knew she was going to wear something scandalously sexy to help you cum. That's the kind of loving mother she is. But let's go back to the appointment. What do you think she was thinking while Akami was playing with her nipples? Don't you think she got really horny, between Akami doing that and the way she was eating your penis up with her eyes?"

"How the heck should I know what she was thinking?"

Suzanne grew more excited herself. "Don't you think, after watching Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would want to jack you off herself? Wouldn't you like her to do what I'm doing right now, wrap her soft hands around your prick and make you feel incredibly good? Don't you want to blow your load all over her face just like you've blown your load all over me?"

"Please don't ask me these questions! It's freaking me out!" He pleaded, "Aunt Suzy, I'm so on the edge! I don't just mean that I'm about to cum, although that's true too. I mean that my brain is just about to shut down from stimulation overload. I'm really freaking out!"

Suzanne realized she was pushing him too far too fast. She thought, What am I pushing him for, anyway? It's as clear as the sun rises in the east that he lusts after Susan as much as he lusts after me. I don't need to actually get a confession out of him to know that. As long as that's true, my plan to seduce the entire Plummer family is still very possible.

She let go of his turgid penis. "Oh. Well, I can understand that. Sorry for being kind of pushy. I'll tell you what. Why don't you just chill out and do some homework, and I'll come back another time. There are some things I still want to discuss with you."

Alan was relieved. He really did feel overstimulated. But at the same time he looked down at his erection and said, "Thanks. But, uh, before you go, you know, since you're so against chafing and everything, I'll just be honest. As soon as you go out that door, I'm going to masturbate like there's no tomorrow."

Suzanne gave him a put out look. "Let me guess: you'd rather I finish you off than do it yourself."

Alan nodded shyly, wondering if he'd pushed his luck.

Suzanne could have teased him about it, but she decided it was better to build up his sexual confidence. So she said, "Uh-oh. You got me. Looks like you've already discovered I can't turn down a chance to play with your cock." She leaned in an resumed stroking and blowing on it with every breath.

She knew he was already pretty close to cumming. As she stroked, she said in a dispassionate voice, "Since you've got me here, bare breasted and on my knees, with my hands full of cock, now's as good a time as any for that serious discussion I wanted to have with your later."

Alan groaned. "Oh, Aunt Suzy. Can't it wait?"

"No. I want you to remember, your mother may be a sexy woman. She may even be having horny thoughts about you, though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself. I'll bet when she was in that bathroom in the doctor's office, fingering herself, she was thinking about you. She even hinted as much to me. She kept talking about her 'unnatural, disturbing fantasies.' She was dreaming of you in there, I know it! She was fantasizing holding your rod, and doing to it just what Akami was doing to it, and what I'm doing right now!"

Alan found himself at the edge of another climax, from her words alone. He sat up and strained to hold out a little longer.

But then Suzanne brought him down by adding, "But she's your mother, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Alan dejectedly, he sat back in his chair.

"Sexual contact between you and her is wrong. That's what I'm for. If you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or anyone else, come to me, and I'll make sure to keep you satisfied. Very satisfied. Sweetie, the way your cum tastes, you won't have any trouble getting me to help you again, believe you me. Show some willpower, and don't let your mother give you anything more than a handjob or blowjob, no matter how much she wants to do more. And don't touch her sexually first, EVER! Let her steer. Is that clear?"

"Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she said sunk in. "Blowjob?!" he exclaimed out loud. No one's ever given me a blowjob! It's like Suzanne is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate Wednesdays!" Could my mom actually have sexual thoughts about me, or be willing to help out with a blowjob or handjob or something like that? No frigging way!

Suzanne was getting nearly as excited about Alan and Susan playing with each other as Alan was. She quietly came without him even knowing. She was very surprised about it as she'd never cum just from giving a handjob.

She recovered quickly and realized Alan was going to blow at any second. She brought her face close to the tip of his penis again and said, "Let's not make another mess. Aim for my mouth!"

He let out a great roar and shot at her face from only about a foot away. As the squirts kept firing, he pulled in closer and closer.

She drank the jism that hit her square in the mouth. She was tempted to pull him in between her lips so he could shoot straight down her throat, but she still wanted to save that experience for another time. The rest of his load ended on her cheeks and chin.

Suzanne now had the better part of two of his big loads dripping down her face and chest. She was drenched in cum, and loved it. Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more. The idea of giving Alan a blowjob practically made her salivate in anticipation.

Alan flopped back in his chair like he'd melted into it. "Ugh. ... Good God. ... So good. ... Man, that was something!" He sank deeper in his chair as he panted. He'd never felt so completely satisfied and happy in his entire life.

Suzanne relaxed. "We all have to do our part to help you with your ailment, don't we? Your mom is going to have to help out in a hands-on way too, though she doesn't realize it yet. If you don't know what a blowjob is like, don't worry, I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon."

These ideas were too much for Alan. He didn't know what to think of what she was saying. It was fantastical enough to imagine Susan might want to touch him sexually, but it seemed even more improbable that Suzanne would actually encourage such a thing. He'd never heard of women who were into sharing.

There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially all over Suzanne, and they both looked as completely drained as they really were. The intoxicating smell of Suzanne's perfume was now overpowered by the sweaty smell of sex, from both Alan and Suzanne's copious cum.

Suzanne brought a hand up to her face and felt the cum there. "It's almost a shame that'll have to wash this off. But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow."

"I do?" Alan couldn't think of what it could be.

"You do. After all, I have some new things to teach you and your penis. Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him. She opened her mouth to the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forwards and backwards, pretending she was sucking him off.

Alan still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed penis, but his imagination went into overdrive. His eyes bugged out.

"This is about preventing chafing after all, isn't it?" she joked.

CHAPTER 5

By the time Suzanne left Alan's room it was about ten o'clock.

Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas.

Katherine had put her ear to the door and listened to what Suzanne had been doing with Alan. She'd had to stop when Susan came up the stairs to go into Alan's room, but what she had heard made her very horny and excited. Actually, since her room was almost directly across the hallway from Alan's, she'd been paying a lot of attention to what was going on in his room lately. The walls were fairly soundproofed, but if one put an ear to Alan's door, one could just barely follow the conversations and hear other noises.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and wanted to have some more fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, and hoped he soon would come by.

Alan took a shower just to get back in touch with reality a bit. Then he went back to his room and tried to read but he was still too excited to concentrate much. Finally, he decided it was time to go to bed. He got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

He heard surprisingly loud music coming from Katherine's room and fell into her trap.

Alan stopped and said through her door, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's not that late," she replied back through the door. "Isn't it still before eleven?"

"I know, but I always feel tired. Remember this treatment of mine is all about my tiredness?"

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

So Alan opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of a funky song by James Brown. He thought, Holy Cow, more sexiness! If I hadn't gotten refreshed from that shower, I think I'd just pass out trying to wrap my head around so much sexiness in one house.

He pulled up a chair and sat down not far from the door, and asked, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at ten o'clock at night? Isn't that kind of unusual?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? And we must be the richest people in town to not have an air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure. ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need. In fact, if I remember you didn't even want me to go to the games when you were cheering."

"That was then, this is now. Since mom's trying to shake off her fuddy duddy ways, I am too."

"Cool. So what do I do?"

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So Alan sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she didn't have the courage to take her bra and panties off before luring him in.

But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, knocked on the door, and said through it, "Angel, please turn that racket down. I'm going to go to bed now." Susan's bedroom was just down the hall.

But Katherine wouldn't be stopped so easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice in," she said as she plugged in a ghetto blaster. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

Alan noticed it was more hot and stuffy. The walls were made of thick concrete which meant that when they heated up during the day, they took a long time to cool down at night. "Um, okay," he said uncertainly. "But do you think it's really... I mean... Do you think Mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings?

But Katherine got the gist and said, "Alan, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I made the suggestion partly so I could do my share with the 'sexing things up' plan. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff Suzanne has shown you lately, and anyways it's just the same as wearing a bikini." She paused, and frowned. "You don't want my help?"

"No, that's not it. I totally appreciate your help. I was just asking what Mom would think about it, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Mom and Aunt Suzy sat me down and filled me in on the whole sexing things up plan. I'm supposed to help with the visual stimulation part."

That sounded harmless enough, so Alan sat back to watch. While his penis was down for the count for a while, he was eager to see more how she really looked like. He'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she always dressed so conservatively.

Katherine started doing her routines again. But she danced around even sexier now, and really put on a show for her brother. It wasn't just that she was only dancing in her underwear, she put true passion into it. She stood mere feet from him, and constantly stared into his eyes.

Alan thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pom-poms! She's really good, too. She moves so gracefully. No wonder she got on the varsity squad.

Dancing in her undies was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But she got so worked up showing herself off for her brother that she didn't want to stop there. She decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she wanted most of all was to bring Alan to an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from Alan.

He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go. however, he noticed that she was staying, and didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" he asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay. Good night. And a great job dancing. You're really good."

"Thanks!"

He walked up the stairs.

But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark and they were the perfect place to spy on his sister.

He didn't realize that she was trying to get him to spy on her, and once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, explaining to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't even show them to me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get. I know all the routines the cheerleading squad does in public, so what else is there?

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! What's gotten into me? This isn't right. But even as she thought these things, her hands pulled down her panties as if her hands were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely nude.

Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He was worried she might see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. He figured that if she did look his way he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds.

He got involved watching her. There really were no extra sexy routines, as she'd done them all for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made him forget all about judging how sexy the moves were. All her moves were all beyond arousing, now.

Katherine did her naked routines facing away from the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know if he was watching, but had no way of knowing.

God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching – my boobs bounce around far too much.

But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating on the stairs, as he looks down at me. That would be pretty cool!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty and naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pom-poms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his meat.

I shouldn't be doing this looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? I know: what if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Amy?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. His effort to pretend she was someone else was a flop. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he knew he should stop.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly. In fact, they bounced around so much that she vowed this would be the first and last time she ever did her routines in the nude.

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it, as he didn't have his usual tissues or cloth to shoot into. He was desperate though to do something fast, and decided to go into his T-shirt as a last resort. But before he actually shot his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Tiger? Angel? Where are you kids? Don't you want to go to bed?"

Alan immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect penis back into his shorts, and scurried back up the rest of the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the second floor. Once he was closer to her room, he said to her, "I was just downstairs. Sis is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

Katherine didn't hear all of that, but she could also hear what Susan was shouting. From that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room, or even upstairs at all. My God! He was down here, watching me! He had to have been! No way!

She fell to the floor and began furiously fingering her pussy. This is so wrong. So very wrong. ... God is going to punish me for this...

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Oct. 10)

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. She's been falling back into her prudish ways as a way to deal with her unfamiliar urges. I'll soothe her feelings about all these changes, and push her further into incest at the same time, heh-heh.

She looked at her best friend dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises, which they did most every day in the basement of Susan's house (the same room where Katherine did her naked cheerleader routine the night before). There was practically enough exercise equipment there to fill a professional gym.

With a lot of free time on their hands, Susan and Suzanne worked diligently to keep their bodies in peak condition. And they worked out in private because they were tired of all the gawking (from both men and women) at their perfect bodies whenever one or both of them went to a public gym.

Suzanne was as surprised as everyone else at the changes that Susan was undergoing, and pinched herself in glee. Susan always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. True, Susan was all over the place with her feelings, one moment lost in an obvious sexual fantasy and the next going on about sin and the fires of Hell. But overall, now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, she was surprised that Susan wasn't more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne finally decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real life consequences. Maybe that's because she doesn't fully admit that she has feelings for Alan or that he has feelings for her. She's going to be in for a real surprise soon when she has to fully admit her feelings and motives.

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On the one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying Alan instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds of Alan marrying a woman twenty one years older than him were slim. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her.

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking.

Susan's like me, she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing. Fucking. Just like mine. At least I recognize it, and don't limit myself to that tiny prick my husband's got. Of course she's always covered up like a Saudi woman in a burka because the number of suitors after her would stretch down the street and she doesn't want their attention. Such a waste of a body like that.

It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had any chance to play the field. But it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Alan between us? I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do much pushing at all, now the wheels are in motion. Katherine, for instance, seems to be progressing fine without my meddling. This six times a day scheme is such a powerful setup. Susan and Katherine can do all kinds of incestuous things with Alan and still convince themselves that it's all for the good of his treatment. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before the two of them knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved, heh-heh! No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets... They're both ripe fruits ready for the picking.

And speaking of fruits, they're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. Alan's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any nasty thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that gorgeous -  woman throws herself at you, what boy his age would resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, there's no way can he say no. The fact is, rich people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem was, Suzanne felt bad lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. Suzanne tried not to think about it, but the guilt really bothered her. She was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything. It was like Susan was the conscience Suzanne sometimes lacked.

But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was she knew deep down that she'd do it even if Susan didn't benefit, just to get Alan. As long as she didn't out and out hurt her friends , she would be relentless in her pursuit to win him. Her life was boring and in a rut with no end in sight until she fell in love with him, and now all her future hopes depended on him.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." Both of them wiped sweat off themselves with towels, and began stretch down exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you masturbated since the appointment with Akami?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is no!"

"I think you have," Suzanne said boldly. "It's no big deal. I've already proved to you that female masturbation is no sin. We all do it. Its just some people are willing to admit it, and some can't." Suzanne was nearly certain of the answer based on her snooping and hearing all the telltale sounds coming from Susan's bedroom on more than one occasion.

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never masturbated until the day before yesterday, during the doctor's appointment with Akami. She was so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the time with Akami she'd been making up for lost time, masturbating five times since then. She'd even masturbated herself to sleep. The only thing was that she called it taking a breast exam and she restricted herself to touching her breasts and not her pussy. But her nipples were so sensitive and her thoughts and fantasies about Alan were so arousing that she was able to climax each time just the same.

She'd managed to swear off any masturbation so far since waking up that morning, but even while she was exercising she'd already been thinking that another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

Susan realized the breast exam distinction would never fly with Suzanne. For one thing, Suzanne would ask why Susan needed to perform a monthly exam four times in a single day. So, with her head hung down, she admitted, "Well, okay, so what if I do? Though I'll have you know I only touch my breasts and not any further down. But what business is it of yours, anyway? It's a very private and personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaAAAaane! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely and closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving Alan.

Last night was the worst. After I saw Alan sitting naked in his room with Suzanne right there on her knees in front of him, I nearly lost my mind! I wanted that to be me so badly. "Look, Son. Look at Mommy's titties. They're just as nice as Aunt Suzy's, and just as big too. You want to play with them? Why don't you play with them while Mommy holds your erection? Oh yeah! Mommy likes to hold this meaty rod so very much. Will you let Mommy stroke it for you? If you let Mommy stroke it, you can play with her boobies any time you like. Squeeze the nipples just a little more, Tiger! Oh yes! Mommy's stroking faster and faster!

Uh-oh. I'm doing it again. My head is filled with nothing but these filthy thoughts! I hope it wasn't obvious I was spacing out there.

It was obvious; Suzanne saw Susan's eyes glaze over. But she was diplomatic enough not to mention anything.

Both of them moved to sit down and drink some water left out on a nearby counter.

"I'm sorry for asking," Suzanne said contritely. "It's just that... I'm sure these last couple of weeks have been very trying for you, ever since Alan began his treatment. After hearing about what happened at the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into. I mean, I know you would NEVER want to do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with a wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax. You're just helping him with his medical problem. That's all."

Susan seemed overcome with emotion and needed to compose herself.

Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation then.

CHAPTER 7

Susan and Suzanne got back together a couple of hours later. They lay on lawn chairs by the pool in the early afternoon. Susan wore a brand new two-piece bikini, a new gift from Suzanne. It was the first true bikini she'd owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms.

Suzanne also had a bikini, but she only put the bottoms on.

Susan was duly shocked about that, but Suzanne managed to convince her into thinking it wasn't a big deal. She explained, "Look, Alan needs to cum six times a day, every single day. Who knows how many weeks or months it'll take before he gets better. His treatment may well go on indefinitely. I'm going to have to get very used to being naked and especially topless around him on a daily basis. So I need to get accustomed to it myself first."

After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottom down as far as decency would allow, right up to the edge of her bush.

Suzanne in particular covered her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan - she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne got around again to the earlier conversation. "Like I was saying downstairs, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're forced to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"We've established that it's not a sin for you to give him a handjob, in fact, you'd be helping to save him from sin. I'll do what I can, but I can't be there to help even close to six times a day. In fact, you said that Akami specified that YOU are the one who'll have to perform the abnormality checks. But you have trouble accepting that helping him out would not be wrong. So how do you expect to do the checks?"

Susan thought about that for some moments. Then she asked, "Tell me, is your vision really that bad? I still haven't seen you wear reading glasses."

"We went over this yesterday." Suzanne lied, "My vision is good enough for most things, but it's not twenty-twenty. Polyps and abrasions on his penis can be very small. They can start out no bigger than a pimple. I might do an okay job, but you'll do an excellent job. Don't you want what's best for your son? What if I miss something that you would have caught? Would you ever forgive yourself for that?"

"No, I guess not," Susan conceded glumly.

Suzanne continued, "So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between Alan and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing. The fact that it's attached to Alan is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, Alan's penis is something that needs to reach orgasm every day, six times every single day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to massage it or suck it so it can achieve release, and Alan can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face, still too prim to even use the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck."

"That's your problem! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps."

"But sucking on it! That's so improper!"

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. It all depends on how much you're willing to help him. You could limit yourself to the abnormality checks once a week, if that's all you can manage. But in any case, draw a mental line between helping your son and incest. They're completely different. Incest is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some relief for him. Even nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like the ass. But that's okay, because it's not done in the spirit of sexuality. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles to relax. If Alan gave you a massage and ran his hands all over your naked breasts and ass, would that be incest?"

"No?" Susan answered uncertainly. She was in danger of slipping into a daydream as she thought how wonderful such a massage could be.

"No!" Suzanne said with conviction. "Of course not. It's only a massage. Remember, incest is just intercourse."

"Incest is just intercourse..." Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to Alan. He's like family to me, too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations, really? But I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. You know that yesterday I gave him a handjob. And starting today, I'm going to give him a blowjob, if I can have your permission."

"A blowjob?! But why? Isn't a handjob enough? Is there no end to the depravity?"

Suzanne sat up and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. She often gave that look to express impatience with people.

Thanks to Suzanne's movement, Susan added, "And could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

Suzanne let out a disappointed sigh. "Susan, first of all, I explained to you why I need to go topless. I have to get into practice being naked. But please, let's not hear things like 'Is there no end to the depravity.' How many times do I have to explain that what we're doing is not immoral?"

Susan complained, "A blowjob in and of itself is immoral. In our church back in Kansas, the preacher told us that the only allowable sexual position is missionary position. Ron tried to make me do the doggy-back position, but I put my foot down. And oral sex wasn't even up for discussion. No siree!" She firmly shook her head no.

"Susan, you're having some kind of bad prudish flashback. Those days are over, okay? And by the way, it's doggy-style. Alan has a serious medical problem and you're still living in the last century. If you're too stubborn and repressed to change your ways on oral sex, that's your problem. But are you saying I shouldn't either? Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-abuse? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan was petulant. "I don't see what the difference is. If you have to use your hands, then so be it. But why the mouth? That's