CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Oct. 28)

The next day was Monday, a very promising day for Alan. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S Club meeting" planned after school.

He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion" or Suzanne would directly help now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt, after all that had happened the day before.

Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation with an erection hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He didn't even wear underwear, certain of what would soon happen.

He continually had to shift his penis around in his shorts, and it was in constant danger of coming out of the shorts altogether. He was surprised no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony to wait for the class to end as he was. She quickly had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't think any more.

She tried very hard not to stare so much at Alan's crotch that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance of his blatantly hard penis. She felt so horny that she began to lift her dress up in the seat she sat in. Only her pantyhose and underwear stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist on down, as her students, Alan included, studied in front of her completely oblivious to what she was doing.

For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her pantyhose. But soon that wasn't enough. As she did so often lately, she pulled her underwear and then her pantyhose down so she could reach her crotch, and began to slowly finger herself while she pretended to write notes.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Everyone slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted nonplused. When the last one of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I got the lock fixed over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there and faced each other, frozen. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation. "Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. The bra went next while she wriggled him out of his shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get Glory's dress off, as her hands and attention zeroed in on his penis and she began stroking it instead of undressing.

Finally she had to momentarily stand up to get her dress undone. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she briefly stood. "But everything else!" She practically leaped back onto him.

The two rolled around on the hard, cold concrete floor and occasionally bumped into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's penis like her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. It was still clad in panties, but Alan didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked as if the panties weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. Alan's extra inches of height put his penis nearly at the opening to her pussy. It practically begged to go a few extra inches and enter into her warm tunnel.

He managed to get an arm between their bodies, and began to pull at her clit. A nearly magnetic pull seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "fire." She fell back towards her desk and panted heavily.

"What?" Alan asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're doing everything too right," she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth period class begins!"

Alan thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!

She collected herself, and then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she began to suck his dick.

Alan wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked the experience in. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second-to-none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by her gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating, she could and often did take him remarkably deep.

He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long.

She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done.

He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! Now let me please you."

She had a hard time talking between labored breaths as well. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise up and stretched her body like a cat.

Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the checkered tiles near where he sat in class every day.

Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprung herself onto him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the pantyhose and panties which got in his way. He managed to pull the pantyhose off and get the panties down her thighs.

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off of him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to bust a hole through your shorts. But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

Alan got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time."

He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that, you're a teacher!"

She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?"

Alan grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah."

Glory said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We both swept up all the dirt on the floor like a broom and we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control."

A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach, with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more.

During a breather, Glory said, "Since you told me your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid Alan back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?"

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed heartily.

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Sweetness!"

She pistoned his tool in her fist, and then sucked him like any blowjob. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper until before he knew it, he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his penis at the same time.

Alan couldn't believe how great it felt - it was like getting fucked and blown at the same time. Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for a minute or more before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again. He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. His penis found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing.

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths.

By the end, they looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth period class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown past.

Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student came in. To still be in class when the next bunch of students came in would be a very dangerous habit that they had to avoid at all costs.

CHAPTER 2

But Alan's day only got better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time, he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.

The first time at Kim's place it had just been Katherine and Alan together, but they promised Kim that she would be welcome to join in this time. They met Kim at the door and kissed and groped her and each other a fair deal before one word was even spoken.

Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan, and flipped her skirt up, which revealed her pussy between her butt cheeks. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"

Kim and Alan quickly scrambled up after her. Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs.

Katherine was delighted at his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long." With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of Alan or me next? Then we can do it all together."

"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the second floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."

Alan and Katherine were already out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held Alan's long penis in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.

"I know one way to find out," Alan replied, and straddled himself over his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. He slowly let himself down into her slit.

"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said. Alan bounced up and down on her and pistoned his hot meat in and out. "I'm not kidding when I said I want to be this man's fuck toy. You've got to try it out! Big Slick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Over the weekend he'd been to bookstores and bought a few books on the art of lovemaking. He was ready to try out a few new tricks. But there would be enough time for that later in the day. First he went for power, not finesse. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the bed mattress.

She loved it. "More! Harder! Push! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled between thrusts.

Within minutes, Alan sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy. They collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap.

Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.

But, even after what had happened between Alan and his teacher Glory a few hours before, his penis was ready to spring back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his penis, while Alan sat up and began to gently stroke his new hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first?"

"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine ended before she had a chance to get off. "I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and I've got to get some of what you just got." She hopped up onto her bed, and commanded to Katherine, "Roll on over and make some room."

The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the wall. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast treatment he'd given his sister. "Okay, Alan, let's see if you can really can drive a hole through the bed this time."

But Alan was in a different mood now. "Let's work up to that," he said. "But first, let me be gentle, especially since you're a virgin." He covered her from head to toe with his body and then some, since he was so much taller than the diminutive and younger Kim. He kissed her on the mouth at first, and ran his hands over her boobs and upper torso.

At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man in any way, and she'd never really gone past first base with any guy. But Alan treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She was having some hang ups with a man treating her like that, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She closed her eyes and decided to pretend he was a woman.

Her body started to respond much better, and she grew more comfortable. And for a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that Alan was just a flat-chested woman, since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Plus, his penis lay far down between her legs since he was much taller than her, so it was out of the picture for the moment.

After a few minutes, once Kim started to really get into it, Alan rolled over so that Kim was now on top.

It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too!

Katherine wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time, but she just couldn't resist the urge to join in a bit.

Kim had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been with two other people before, unless the time the three of them were in the supply closet counted.

While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's butt. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, and her fingers prepared the way for Alan's penis. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers into Kim's tunnel. Soon Kim was more than moist; she was a raging river. As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that Kim's face now met the bottom of his neck.

Like their first time together, Katherine had insisted that Alan fuck her bareback. But Kim made no such insistence so Alan slipped a condom on just in time. "Are you ready? Here it comes..." he said, and he slid his dick into Kim's waiting and wet hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shocker for him than to fuck Katherine. She was so wet that he slid in surprisingly quick and easy.

Technically Kim was a virgin in the sense that no man had been inside her before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos, of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her pussy being deeply filled was not completely alien to her. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh and blood piece of man. The body heat alone from Alan's cock was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine.

I like it, she thought. I like it a lot! Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, and Kim quickly responded with her hips in expert fashion, based on all her dildo experiences. A cock is good. The real thing is so much better, so alive!

"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.

"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.

"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!!!!"

Alan turned on his piston motion and hammered her for all he was worth. Fucking with a condom felt different but all in all he didn't find it as horrible as some people said. For one thing, endurance was a very important goal for him and he could tell right away that with the decreased sensitivity of being sheathed he could last longer. He was especially keen on doing his best with Kim, to help convert her from being a complete lesbian.

Katherine backed off, and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like the gears of a steam engine had spun out of control.

Soon Alan and Kim both screamed at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"

Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck her finger up Kim's anus. That made Kim yelp in surprise and painful protest.

Katherine decided to remove her finger lest she ruin the moment. She realized that Kim had something of an aversion to anal penetration, so she tried to make up for her intrusion by caressing and teasing Kim's other erogenous zones.

With Katherine's help, Alan reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her. But he was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks.

"Okay ladies," he said as he got off the bed, "all this happy sex makes me thirsty, I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."

"Alan!" Kim shouted to grab his attention just as he started to walk out of her room. She had finally stirred back to life a bit even as Katherine moved in on her. "That was ... really good."

"Thanks," he said bashfully.

"Really, I'm serious. You're like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking at least makes me a bisexual."

Katherine pressed her lips onto Kim's. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."

The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off. He got himself a snack in Kim's kitchen and also flushed the used condom down the toilet.

After Alan joined in again, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh.

After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom when. Generally, Alan stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, but still ended up cumming four times in four hours.

Alan himself was surprised at his growing abilities in bed. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to steadily increase every day. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only do a couple of miles, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can run a long way. I've come so far in just a few weeks, when just touching my cock while thinking of Suzanne or Susan made me instantly cum.

In addition, he ate out both Kim and Katherine's pussies, and they did a lot of eating of each other. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's penis was in greatest demand. When his penis wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it.

Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it as she recalled the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. It turned out she enjoyed sucking Alan's penis as much as everyone else had who'd tried it already, which meant she enjoyed it quite a lot. Of course, his delicious cum was a big reason for that.

About the only coherent speech to be heard were Kim and Katherine in argument and even physically in battle with each other over who got access to his prick next. Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego. When they didn't fight over him and his penis, they praised him and it to the high heavens.

Katherine would cry things like, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in my steaming hole now, or I'm gonna die!" She also had a real fetish for being called a "fuck toy," and kept referring to herself by that term. She also really got off on the idea of her brother making her pregnant, even though she was using protection. So it wasn't unusual for her to shout things like "Knock me up! Fill your fuck toy with your baby makers!"

Alan liked such talk, if only because it showed how much she was enjoying things but he didn't say anything to encourage her fetishes.

Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. "No, Alan! Do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" Kim was learning fast.

As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, and mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her.

But both of them praised him so much, he actually felt the need to complain, "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."

"Okay!" Katherine quickly replied. "Kim, what say we stroke his pussy stretcher some more instead?"

"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered as they all giggled. Within seconds, there were four hands on his flaccid penis. But in a minute it was hard, and Katherine wasted no time sticking it back inside herself.

There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time, Alan felt they only began to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't even begun to be explored yet. After what happened with Glory, he wished they knew how to deep throat him, but he also knew it would take time to work up to that.

In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book learning on new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. Since intercourse itself was new to all of them, they were more than happy to just keep fucking as much as their bodies could manage.

There's still a lot of time for titfucks before I see Akami again next Friday, Alan consoled himself later. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!

Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days.

Alan hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon. He figured it would be excruciatingly painful.

As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further.

"So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"

"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed oafs!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense with my mom and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."

She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan, a good penis is quite nice, but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men; Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my mom when I was young, and really devastated Mom and me. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."

"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your father, do you?"

"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. Being with you today started off weird and I even had to close my eyes for a while, but before long it was okay. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."

"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school in stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind though if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled.

They continued to lay about naked on the bed for a while, lost in thought, and felt like slugs. Except slugs don't have sore privates.

There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said good-bye to Kim at the door.

But they weren't done. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more from all the kissing and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, and fucked her right there.

Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once the other two were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across from mine?"

She licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."

"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's penis is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaaargh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but noOOOooo. He seems to think that's not prudent."

They chuckled.

She added, "My dad might think something was up with that, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."

Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She was the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon and was literally too fucked to walk (though she did ham up her hurt some just so he could carry her). But she never hurt so good.

"That was great, Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here the day after tomorrow."

Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.

Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Day after tomorrow? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!"

She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaaawwdd. One more of these visits to Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.

"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.

"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.

"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.

CHAPTER 3

After Alan got home, he slept a long time. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after hours of fucking two energetic cheerleaders, he felt like he could sleep until the next morning. In fact, it had taken all of his willpower just to stay awake long enough to drive home.

Susan was nowhere to be seen, and furthermore, she left a note for Alan and Katherine saying that Ron and she were out and left them instructions on what to make for dinner themselves.

Suzanne came over just after dinner. She saw that Alan was in the living room reading a book while Katherine was upstairs in her room. More and more of her wardrobe was migrating into Susan's bedroom, so she went up there and changed into a sexy, but not overwhelmingly sexy, outfit.

Alan was a bit worried because he thought for sure that Suzanne would be up for some hanky panky and how could he explain that his penis was completely down for the count? He certainly didn't want to have to explain that he'd spent most of the afternoon having sex with his sister and a friend.

However, it turned out the issue didn't immediately come up because the first thing Suzanne said when she came back downstairs to talk to him was, "Sweetie, bad news. I'm afraid your mother is having another one of her prudish relapses."

Alan put the book down while she sat across from him. "Oh no. I guess things went too far last night?"

Suzanne laughed. "You could say that again! To be honest, it was a lot more than I'd expected or wanted, especially at the end there when she blew you. But events have a certain momentum of their own. Unfortunately, today she was about as distraught as I've ever seen her. She was devastated that she'd had oral sex with you on what she called her husband's bed while he's still in town. To give you a sense of her mindset, she kept calling your cum 'the demon seed.'"

"Wow. That's bad."

"You don't know the half of it. It was all fire and brimstone and going to Hell this and going to Hell that. Luckily, I was there in the morning and she and I talked and talked and talked until my mouth was ready to fall off. I managed to ease her spirits quite a bit, but at a price. She needed someone to blame for what happened, and could either blame me, you, herself, or some combination. Honestly, I pretty much pushed her into it and the last thing she needs is to feel worse about herself, so I took most of the blame. I parceled some out to you, too. So she's pretty mad at the both of us. That's the main reason I came over here, to warn you."

"Oh. Well, thanks for doing your best. What does it all mean?"

"At first she was determined to go completely cold turkey and never help you again. But that didn't last long. I think she realizes deep down that that's not possible. So then she vowed to avoid all physical contact with you until Ron leaves. She even got me to promise to help to make sure that happens. So I did, though I was careful to leave open the loophole about your upcoming abnormality check on Tuesday. In fact, she was so distraught she even wanted ME to stop helping you for a while. I didn't agree to that, but I think it's best that you and I cool it for a day or two."

"Dang. That sucks. I gotta say it bums me out most of all to hear she's that upset. She's been such a wonderful mom that she should never be unhappy. I wish she- hey! If you just came over here to tell me bad news, then why are you dressed up in a heart attack outfit? Meaning, one designed to give me a heart attack."

Suzanne grinned. "I don't know what you mean. These are just my hanging around the house clothes."

"'Hanging around the house clothes'?! Are you mental?! I'm having a mental orgasm just looking at you and it's making it tough to concentrate."

"Look," she said as she kicked a leg forward. She let one of her shoes come loose and dangled it precariously using just her toes to wiggle it around. "These are only two inch heels. If I was expecting to feel your cock tickle my tonsils, I'd be wearing three inch heels at least, probably four. That's as high as I go, though. Five inches is self abuse."

Alan looked her over. Admittedly, she was semi-presentable when standing, even though her light black lacy top exposed all of her cleavage and a good deal of her tummy, plus her black leather miniskirt didn't quite reach down to the top of her dark stockings, leaving a tantalizing stripe of pale skin between them.

But her miniskirt ride up her thighs when she sat, especially when she kicked a leg up and kept in there dangling in the air, as she was doing now. And thanks to the no underwear rule, she was flashing her pussy whenever she opened her legs, which was quite often.

He just rolled his eyes in frustration. "If those are your hanging around the house clothes, I'm afraid to see what you'd look like all dressed to the nines. But I digress. I wish Mom didn't have all those hang-ups, although I can understand her feelings about cheating on Ron, even if he did cheat on her first. What did you to do patch that up?"

"I didn't. She set up an evening dinner, party, and dancing date with Ron, spent most of the day shopping for dress, and left early. The fact is, they haven't been connecting much at all since he arrived. She hasn't been warm to him, no doubt in large part because of the cheating bombshell I dropped, but he's hasn't made much of an effort either. So we'll see what happens. She may even feel like getting physically intimate to help get over her guilty feelings. I warned her strongly about not doing that due to the worry of STD's, but who knows what'll happen. I can't control everything she does, I can only give advice and encouragement. Maybe they'll make out or something."

Alan discovered a surge of jealousy raging inside of him. His face hardened and he clenched his fists. Even though Susan and Ron had been married since before he was born, now the idea of them merely kissing on the lips was almost more than he could take.

Suzanne immediately noticed, and chuckled. "Looks like someone's getting a little jealous, eh?"

"Hey, I can't help it. You know, I'd feel the same about you. Oh God! I just had a horrible thought. You're not kissing YOUR husband like that, are you? I just kind of assumed you weren't, but what if you are?!"

Suzanne was touched. She smiled with just a touch of sadness and said, "No, don't worry. Eric and I share a good morning peck on the cheek sometimes and a good night peck on the cheek at other times, but nothing more. To be truthful, sometimes I worry about Eric smelling your cum on me when he kisses me, but if he has, he hasn't let on. I don't even know how much he'd care at this point. We're like housemates forced to sleep in the same room. We even sleep in separate beds, though they're right next to each other. His bed is elevated 'cos he has back trouble." She grew wistful and stared off into the distance. "Now that I think about it, I can't even recall the last time Eric really kissed me."

Alan was still pumped up. "Well, good! I mean, I'm sorry about your marriage and all, and I know it's horribly hypocritical of me, but I can't help the way I feel."

Suzanne refocused on him and smiled. "Don't worry. I understand how you feel. As it is, you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you. You must be just about the luckiest kid in town and that doesn't even count the mysterious help you seem to be getting out of the house, as Susan pointed out last night."

Alan looked abashed. "Well, you see..."

"Don't worry. I really don't mind. We'll talk about that another time. Having to share you is just a necessary by product of your intense medical treatment schedule."

Alan thought for sure it would be a couple of hours at least until he could get hard again after his workout with Katherine and Kim, but it actually had been over four hours since he'd gotten back from Kim's house and as soon as Suzanne said, "you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you," his penis began to rise.

Suzanne noticed, and as she asked him, "Speaking of which, how'd you do today?" her foot started to wander forward and up his legs.

"Good. Very good. I'll make six today no problem." He joked, "More mysterious out of the house check marks on my chart."

Suzanne raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm. Now I'm getting jealous too, after all. Susan's right; you really are becoming quite the stud around town, aren't you? Before long, it's gonna be difficult for you to squeeze me in, or should I say squeeze you into me?" Her foot rose higher and found its way to his crotch. She began circling the bulge in his shorts with the pointy end of her shoe.

Alan found himself growing increasingly aroused, but he was concerned about his mother too and didn't want to upset her any further. He said, "Um, that feels good, but didn't you say that you and I should cool it for a day or two or least?"

Suzanne frowned, but her foot kept exploring. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, the thing is, I'M not doing anything, but these are what I call my 'evil shoes.' They have a mind of their own and they're up to no good, as usual."

Alan laughed, but stood up to get away from the "evil shoes."

However, they rose up with him and kept sliding over his bulge.

He said, "We'd better stop before your evil shoes get carried away." However, his resolve wasn't that strong and he found himself staring between her legs where her pussy was on display again. "Um, be careful what you're showing there. Is the evil shoes causing that too?"

She sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately. yes. The power and reach of the evil shoes knows no bounds. I didn't even want to wear them today, but they made me." She grinned and winked.

Alan was extremely frustrated because he was very mentally aroused and growing more so every minute he let Suzanne charm him with her bag of sexy tricks, but his penis still had all kinds of problems. He said, "Suzanne, I can't believe I'm saying this, but even though you're sexy as hell, but I'm not really feeling that now is the time for fun, you know what I mean? I keep thinking of Mom and how she must be angry at me."

Suzanne finally pulled her foot back, allowing Alan to sit back down. She even closed her legs back up - most of the way. "Well, truth be told, she's mostly angry at me and at herself. Even when she's like this, she's so taken by you that she figures the boy with the golden penis can do no wrong. In fact, for all my efforts to redirect the blame to you and mostly to me, she wants to take all the burden of what she's done on her own shoulders. I'd like to level with her more honestly and tell her just how much I've been steering events, but if I did that her future sexual progress will be so much more difficult. Sometimes a little deception can be a good thing."

Alan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, we've heard that from you before. But I do believe you care and you think that's for the best. So what do we do now? For one thing, how should I deal with her next time I see her? You know I don't want to plot, but this isn't plotting. It's just figuring out how to get her out of her funk."

So the two of them talked for quite a while about Susan. Every now and then, Suzanne's "evil shoes" would wander up Alan's legs and get a little frisky, but not too frisky, just enough to keep Alan interested.

Suzanne didn't stay that long though, for fear of being there if Ron and Susan came back early.

Alan went back to his book. He was glad to have some time alone to just relax, as he found sessions like the one with Glory at school or with Katherine and Kim after it not only physically tiring, but also very mentally draining.

CHAPTER 4

Susan and Ron danced some at the party. That left Susan sweaty. She took a shower while Ron went straight to bed. She was still in an emotional jumble over what had happened the day before, and she felt the need to talk to Alan about it and clear the air. She wasn't nearly as angry and distraught as she'd been when she talked to Suzanne in the morning; she was feeling more contemplative and forlorn.

Alan was just about to go to sleep. He lay in bed with his book but his eyes were getting heavy.

Susan knocked on the door. Then she came in and sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest where he sat up against the headboard.

Alan noticed that she wore a robe but she had it so tightly closed up that the only skin he could see was her face, neck, and hands. He could tell she'd just taken a shower because her hair was still slightly damp and she smelt fresh with a hint of strawberry scented shampoo.

Susan looked anxious and was anxious. She sat on the edge of his bed and started out with small talk. "How are things, Tiger? It seems like I haven't seen you at all today. There must be a lot going on at school."

Alan thought about Glory's deep throat and the threesome at Kim's house. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," he replied in a monotone. "A lot going on. But in a good way."

She asked, "I suppose Suzanne talked to you? Talked about me?"

"Yeah. She said you're feeling kind of low about what happened last night. I'm real sorry for that. Is there anything I can do to help?" Susan frowned. "It wasn't just last night, though that was horrible and wicked. It was in the afternoon as well, when Suzanne... did things to you... right in front of me! And yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. It seems that nearly every day I have some kind of willpower breakdown."

"Not exactly every day," Alan pointed out. "And what about today? You had a completely pure day, didn't you?"

Susan's brow furrowed in greater distress. "On the surface, yes. Ron and I had a lovely time at the party. Well, maybe not exactly a lovely time. Even when Ron is with me, he's not really there, you know what I mean? I guess I got used to his ways and just thought that was normal, but now I expect more. I couldn't help but feel the whole time that it was the last hurrah. Given what Suzanne's told me about his cheating, how can I stay happy with him? And yet it's such a big and scary step to leave him. So my feelings were bittersweet at best. And it gets worse!"

She reached out and grasped his hand tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but the worst thing of all was that all the while I was with him, I kept thinking of you! I must be the worst wife and mother ever, having those kinds of thoughts about my own son instead of my husband!"

Alan was secretly extremely relieved and pleased that she and Ron apparently didn't kiss much, if at all. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of thoughts?"

Susan still squeezed his hand reassuringly, but her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "Naughty thoughts. I worried that since I was gone pretty much all day and I'd told Suzanne not to help you, how would you get by? Would you have to stroke yourself and spill your seed upon the ground, just like Onan of old?"

She finally looked him in the eyes and asked, "By the way, how DID you manage today? I hope you got some help?"

Alan was deliberately vague since he couldn't tell her how he'd had sex with his sister. "As a matter of fact I did. Not with Suzanne though! It was before I got home."

Susan frowned again. "I'll bet you did."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, on one hand, it makes me proud that you're getting so much outside help and turning into a ladies man. All throughout my picnic with Ron I kept picturing you with some big-titted cheerleader as you really showed her who's boss. But on the other hand, I get jealous. I kept thinking, 'Why can't that be me?'"

Alan asked, "Um, what makes you think it was a cheerleader?"

Susan looked him closely in the eyes. "It WAS! Wasn't it? I just knew it! I knew it!" She looked both exultant and envious at the same time.

Alan thought, Uh-oh! I'm getting into hot water here. There are only six cheerleaders. If Mom only knew the big-titted cheerleader I fucked today was her precious Angel! That would be way bad. I'd better change the topic and fast!

He asked, "So, after what happened last night, does that mean you don't want to help me with my treatment any more?"

Susan's robe had started out tightly bound up, but as they'd been talking it had been slowly loosening. Gradually, her collar bone area came into view, and then the top of her deep cleavage. She gave her robe a tug to close it up, but it didn't have much of an effect.

She answered, "Now, hold on. I didn't say that. Suzanne has helped me realize that I don't have to go cold turkey and stop helping you completely; it's just that things need to be done in moderation. Like the last time we did an abnormality check. That wasn't so bad, though you did take a few liberties. If only it could be more like that, but I don't have the control! I keep losing it! I think I'm losing my mind!" Suddenly she opened her arms out and fell forward towards him.

Alan held his arms out to brace her fall and found himself tightly embracing her.

She buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears.

He tried to be reassuring. Since she was having sexual issues, he tried his best to comfort her in a completely platonic way. He stroked her long brown hair over and over while she sobbed. However, it was hard to keep a platonic mindset since her robe had somehow opened up during the hug. Her nipples were still covered by the robe, but just barely. He could feel they were erect and poking into his chest through the terry cloth material.

Alan didn't want to take advantage of her during her distress. He knew this was a bad time to get an erection since she was draped all over him and would certainly feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He fought his arousal as long as he could, but eventually he lost the battle and as his thick rod grew it pressed itself against a part of one of her legs still covered by the robe.

She felt his growing hardness for what it was and actually it was what brought her out of her crying spell since she found herself thinking about that, instead of about problems with her self-control and a cheating husband.

She sighed loudly as she dried her eyes. "It feels like you could use some more help, but I can't. I just can't! I made myself a vow. If I break it, I'll feel even worse tomorrow. It's like getting drunk and having a hangover, except it's an emotional hangover."

"I understand, Mom," Alan said while petting her long hair. "I think that's for the best. More important than my medical treatment is your happiness. Can we just stay like this and hug? I kind of feel like I was under-hugged as a kid."

Susan cooed as she squeezed him tighter, "Aww, my poor baby."

They just held each other in a loving embrace for a couple of minutes. The sash on Susan's robe slowly loosened, but somehow her erect nipples kept their grip on a seam and just barely managed to prevent the robe from completely opening in the front.

Actually, Alan had never really touched Susan's hair much before, and found himself greatly enjoying just stroking her long, silky straight hair as it cascaded down her back. All of his stroking of it seemed to have a calming effect on both of them.

After minutes of silence, Susan said, "You're right. You were under-hugged as a child. That's the problem with me - I rarely do things in moderation. Before, I shunned all physical contact like the plague, and now I go too far the other way. ... You know what would be nice? I remember when I used to tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight. That made me feel so happy. Could we do that again, just one more time, for old time's sake?"

Alan replied, "I used to love that tradition too! Did you know I that cried when you stopped? But since it wasn't a 'cool' thing, I pretended not to care. Honestly, I'd LOVE for you to tuck me in, not just tonight, but any night that you like. Maybe we could even make it a regular habit."

Susan beamed with happiness. "Okay. But we can't do anything improper. Remember that your father is sleeping just down the hall. We wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea. We have to keep things completely non-sexual."

She was sending mixed messages to say the least because as she said that, she finally pulled back from the cuddle and hug, and stood up near the edge of the bed. This caused her robe to open up even more. The sagging sash just managed to keep her bush covered, but up top her big breasts stood out firmly, completely exposed.

Alan knew that there was no way she couldn't know what she was showing off, especially since stood sat proudly, her hands on her head to cause her chest to thrust forward extra enticingly.

The truth was she longed to show off her body to him nearly as strongly as she longed to suck his penis. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself; she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit, to help with his visual stimulation needs (as if he needed any more erotic inspiration).

A thrill went through her as she recalled this was exactly where she stood when she used to learn over and give her son a goodnight kiss (though obviously in those days she wasn't naked above the waist or preening in such a lewd position). She was still smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, Tiger, here comes your goodnight kiss."

She bent over and leaned down. That caused her breasts dangle down enticingly just a foot or so from Alan's face. But she pretended not to notice this and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed his the other cheek, and then the nose.

Alan also kissed back several times but not on the mouth. He felt her nipples scrape along his upper chest from time to time.

She pulled away a few inches and stared at him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."

It wasn't like any childhood kiss or kisses Alan could recall, but he knew better than to point that out. They were slow and romantic kisses, the kind that usually were a prelude to full kisses on the lips.

Then she leaned back forward, and Alan thought for sure a French kiss would follow. But instead she went to his left ear and kissed it. Or at least it was kind of a kiss. In fact, there was a lot of tongue. She seemed to alternate between licking all over his ear and planting small kisses all over it.

No one had ever given any special physical attention to Alan's ears before, and he was surprised at just how powerfully erotic and all around great it felt. His erection twitched visibly under the covers, as if there was a direct connection between his ears and his dick.

She eventually pulled back and just stood there. She still seemed oblivious that the robe had fallen, even though it was now in danger of falling off of her altogether. It was mostly bunched up around her waist and only a valiant struggle by the sash held it up.

Between the long hugging and cuddling and the kiss, Alan hadn't been in a position to admire her bountiful rack. But now he was and stared at it without shame.

Susan said, "You know, I've been thinking about what we did last night. Even though things went too far, I think Suzanne has the right idea. I have to get over my fears and phobias and the only way to do that is with constant practice. Just like how they help people to get over their fear of heights, or snakes, or what-have-you. What we need to do is practice, but without going too far and doing something sinful and depraved. Do you think you can handle that?"

Alan nodded, trying not to appear too eager. He wasn't sure what she meant by "practice," but he figured that whatever it was would be good, especially since her chest was increasingly heaving with excitement.

She knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you... explore... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But it we practice it in some controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed, and bowed her head down. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member."

So Alan reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather light touch and keeping far away from her nipples.

He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed his hand in a careful boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny and nearly invisible body hair in a delightful way that caused Susan to pant even louder.

Susan said, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not even more! God, it's so good!

Alan obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began lightly twisting them.

Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax.

Alan asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"

Susan gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets as she answered, "I don't know. But there seemed to be some kind of connection between my nipples and my pussy. Heck, pretty much my entire breasts and my pussy, going straight to my little nub down there. When you touch them, you make me feel so good that I don't know up from down. All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that... big... cock. That great big tasty... mouthwateringly delicious and thick... Oh so good and yummy... mmmm... COCK!"

Susan was staring so intently that it seemed like she was going to burn a hole right through the sheets so she could get at his erection.

But as much as Alan would have liked another blowjob, he wanted to stop Susan's emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling ever worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what.

So he said, "Sssshhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?"

She blushed. "No. I suppose not. Though he'd deserve it for what he's done to me!"

"That may be. But we all took vows. Suzanne had me vow not to start anything with you for a while. We're just taking part in some harmless tit fondling, right? Nothing wrong with a son playing with his mother's tits. We're just hanging out, doing some friendly cuddling, getting over some phobias. Right?"

Susan contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection down her throat. She knew that if she did he wouldn't be able to resist. Her nipples and pussy were tingling and an orgasm was slowly building inside of her.

She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck!

But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around to pick it up so she could bend over and put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face.

While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between the legs. New rivulets were flooding out of her puffy pussy.

Alan could clearly see every detail of her pussy lips between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention," but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything to stop this from happening again tomorrow night, so he refrained.

But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her pussy lips, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron...

She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow night."

"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, nude from head to toe. She also looked at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of covering his erection.

She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control and that gave me the strength to have self-control. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him.

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between Alan's legs.

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.

Alan's hands went back to her chest without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack.

When Susan stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?" He nodded. "Yep."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?"

"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever because you're willing to help out like that."

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you." Then she put the robe back on and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left the room it was as if a spell was broken. She felt dirty and ashamed and fled back to her husband in bed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard him breathing and snoring right there. However, relatively speaking she wasn't that upset, because she had been able to resist her extremely strong cocksucking urge.

She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! I even brushed over his big cum-filled pole and I somehow stopped myself from stroking. Heck, I even managed not to climax. I can't allow myself to cum every time I see my son, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

Alan, meanwhile, already had a hand on his penis before she was even out the door and despite his exhaustion he got himself off quickly without much guilt at all.

CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct. 29)  

The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind after Suzanne's talk with him, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's goodnight kiss and tuck in the night before. He was very aware that it was a Tuesday. If the pattern of the past two weeks held, that meant his mother would at the very least jack him off as part of the dubious "abnormality check." Given the way she'd been acting lately when she got horny, he wouldn't have been surprised if she gave him a blowjob too. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and horny as all get out.

When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual with the hopes that he could have some time with his mother before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.

He waved hello, and she waved back. Just from that little exchange, she blushed heavily.

Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous. After that goodnight kiss last night, she must be all horny. And she knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's totally ready for action. If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel mom! Oh man, I get so hard just thinking about it!

He walked up to her, gave her a brief, friendly hug, and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?"

"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little far last night with the way I tucked you in, but overall, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I resisted serious temptation."

"Good. Did Father leave for work?"

"Yes, as a matter of just he did."

"Great! I was thinking that we-"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

Alan had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze while he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?"

"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my big breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing."

"Okay, sorry." Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?"

She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise to practice our self-control. If there are other such special occasions, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, you have to ask permission first before touching me."

"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While Alan accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be completely denied. His hands went down to her ass.

She practically shrieked, "Tiger! What did you think you're doing now?!"

"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip.

"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!"

"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I have a lot of 'getting of your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am."

Alan had been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress up and came into contact with her panties.

"Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for yourself?"

Susan bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron, he just left literally a minute or two before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything."

"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?"

"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating! I'm your mother!"

"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce to rules you want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?"

Susan sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do."

But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that Alan was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a little bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. She suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, yet despite her eagerness somehow she mainly gave off an impression that she was reluctant about the whole thing.

As soon as she pulled her panties down to her thighs, Alan reached out and resumed fondling her ass. Only now he could see and feel her bare skin.

She was so surprised at this (or at least seemed surprised) that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting your attention."

She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place."

In fact, Alan was working fast and he already was rubbing two fingers across her pussy lips. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation, too."

"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs.

Susan just remained there bending over the sink while Alan explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes Alan would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling.

After about a minute of exploring her ass, Alan started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?"

"What? And Tiger, no pussy! You promised."

Alan was repeatedly rubbing Susan's perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her pussy lips. He withdrew them. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock."

"Your new alarm clock? You got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?"

"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called the clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"

Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into Susan's consciousness. She recalled the fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with Alan, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.

Susan was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that around here! And I think you got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions.

Alan was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to stop. Though he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to keep playing. Then a thought came to him.

"Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either."

"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress."

Susan had chosen a high collared dress because she woke up in a fairly prudish mood and hoped it would discourage Alan's attentions. But now her choice backfired on her. There really was no way for her to reach under the dress to take the bra off.

"You'll just have to take the dress off first," Alan pointed out.

"But Tiger," Susan pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?"

"Rules are rules." Alan had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this rule came from in the first place.

Susan looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape hatch she could slip out of. "But what about Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?"

Alan honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Katherine's still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."

Susan blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did."

Alan pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day.

"Fine!" Susan complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to manage to take all my clothes off."

Alan waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands and then put his hands back on her ass and resumed fondling.

"Tiger! What's gotten into you?!""

Alan grinned mischevieously. "Well, I'm getting your attention again 'cos you got me even more aroused than before and I have to express that to you."

"You're dangerous. I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning."

Alan said, "Okay," but his hands were still on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time? Every day?"

Susan bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep them off from now on, at least when Ron's not at home. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?"

Alan grinned in triumph. "Yes it is. Thanks, Mom." He let go of her ass, kissed her on the top of her head, and went to the dining room.

His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he knew first-hand just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he'd pushed his luck way too far already and to do something bold like take his penis out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He still needed to shower before school and figured he'd jack off there.

He could still see most of Susan's naked body because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter and rather that go all the way to the breakfast table he chose to eat at the counter. Sitting up on a high stool there gave him a great view of his busty mother.

She was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!"

Susan brought the dress back down and looked at him with chagrin. "What now?"

"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating. It's one of your old ones. Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy ones?"

Defeated again, Susan put the dress on the counter.

Alan immediately snapped it up to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He brought the dress behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."

She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too."

"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"

Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your brain! It seems you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body!"

Alan laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up."

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a cereal box and cereal bowl for him.

Walking back, she addressed his abnormality check question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control."

Alan held his hands up in front of him in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!"

He was completely sincere and honest, but also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, in saying those things right then.

Susan walked around the counter to where he sat, grabbed her dress from behind his back, and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator still holding the dress and brought him a carton of milk for his cereal.

She repeated herself, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your cereal and meanwhile I'm going to hopefully actually get some clothes on. I have no idea what I'll wear that can satisfy you and not also freak out your sister, but I'll try."

As she walked towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, she paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it, though. Your father is going to be home in the afternoon for once in his life, so not then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."

Alan stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!"

She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked and still merely holding her dress.

Although she looked annoyed at his behavior, Alan could tell at least a part of her loved it. For one thing, she walked away Suzanne-style: slowly and with an extra sexy sashaying of her hips. Also, he could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room as rivulets ran down her thighs.

Although Alan's penis was still in a state of frustration, all in all he was a very happy camper.

Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball that cooking breakfast, and Alan was even happier.

Before he left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower.

CHAPTER 6

Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the abnormality check in the afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind off of that or else he knew he'd go stir crazy all afternoon with the thought of it.

So instead he decided to hang out with his friend Sean. They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream.

While they sat there eating their ice cream, Heather walked in arm-in-arm with Rock, her handsome quarterback boyfriend. It would have been pretty impossible for anyone there not to notice Heather, since she could stop traffic with her looks. And unlike say Amy or Katherine, both of whom still dressed and acted conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had. She clicked and clacked her way across the tile floor in four inch high heels.

When Heather noticed Alan sitting at a table with his friend, she immediately came over to him. Her pointy nipples, which nearly burst out of her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"

Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about, since he'd only briefly talked to Heather face to face once before in his life. After some quick thinking, he figured it had to be related to his painting of the cheerleaders. He almost frantically answered, "Don't talk about it here!" But luckily he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework, and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow, and what am I supposed to do now?"

Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant they did her homework in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd do something like kiss them on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, as it gave him more time to be with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she didn't even give him that much attention back then.

Alan decided to play along and act like he didn't know what it was all about, so he said, "Um, I'm really sorry. I forgot."

"Well," she said doubtfully, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."

Alan wasn't sure what he should say, or even had the slightest idea why she was clearly lying to and about him like this, out in the open. "Okay?" he guessed. He figured this was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend.

"That's better," she said condescendingly. "We can go to my house right now and I'll give you the assignment."

"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. His heart was pounding with fear, confusion, and excitement. "What about my friend, and your... friend?"

"Darling," Heather said huskily to her boyfriend Rock, who stood a few feet away to look at ice cream flavors, "I have to go give this guy the stupid homework thing. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and then meet you at the theater in time for the movie later?"

"Sure, Sweetiebunch," Rock replied inattentively.

She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee so we'll have to make this quick."

Alan nodded an acknowledgment of that. "Sean?" Alan asked of his friend.

Sean was in awe of Heather, and only wished he could be the one to talk with her. "Don't mind me, I'll be okay."

"Thanks." Heather smiled at the both of them.

Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather even acknowledged his existence.

Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her out in public dressed the way she was. She clearly hadn't worn a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so obviously that they alone got Alan extremely excited.

Heather and her boyfriend Rock picked out their ice cream and sat at the table behind Alan to eat it.

Alan didn't pay them any more attention, until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of the fingers and nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it was Heather's hand there.

She's sitting in the chair behind mine talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside the band of my shorts! And he's huge and muscular – he's gonna kill me! What the hell?! She was mocking me at the beach the other day, and now this?! How the heck do I get her to stop?!

Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone and tried to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment.

Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had merely casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand found the crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe the door to his asshole.

Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards Heather. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he was in fact staring in the right general direction, but luckily he was completely fixated on Heather's tits.

I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But if I don't, that other guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me at some point down the road! Any other customer could notice at any moment, too. They might even say something out loud, right now!

Alan began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit.  When he finished, he slowly stood up and made sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.

Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"Yeah, I was just... throwing my napkin away."

"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend, Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench beside her for Alan to sit down.

Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock, I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake Rock's strong hand. He already vaguely knew of Rock since he was the school's quarterback.

"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a casually firm handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He'd said this very line so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed by Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.

Alan sat to the left of Heather. As Rock talked, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider, and land on his crotch. His heart leapt up into his throat. He was sure Rock would figure out what was going on by the stunned look on his face.

By now Alan had realized it was a big mistake to have sat next to Heather. But he felt helpless to stop her reckless moves.

She put her hand on his upper thigh and then drew up until her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. She slid her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his penis. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. None of this could be seen from above the table.

But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip to his shorts.

Alan thought for sure he would die of fright as he heard the sound of the zipper move. It sounded as loud as a jet plane to his ears, but apparently Rock remained oblivious. Alan's heart pounded even more wildly than it already had been thumping.

Then Heather put her hand inside his fly, pulled out his penis, and began to play with it again.

Alan nearly fainted as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table to see his private parts just hanging out with Heather's tanned hand stroking away.

She rubbed his hard penis aggressively, as if she really wanted him to quickly cum all over the place. Alan was too shocked to use his brain over and above barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub him with her fingers and bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

Alan didn't know how to get out of this situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table, too. Since he sat opposite from Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he came, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that thought or any other he could come up with helped his erection go down.

Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company, he said to Heather, "Honeybunch, why don't we go," and he stood up to leave.

She immediately withdrew her hand before he raised high enough to see where it had gone.

Alan rushed his hands to his groin. He covered up and then discreetly stowed his penis away before Rock looked in that direction.

A minute or two later, Alan said his good-byes to both Rock and Sean, and got into the car he'd borrowed from his mother. Heather slid into the front passenger's seat. This left his friend Sean totally stranded.

However, Sean seemed not only to understand but even encouraged him to leave with the teenaged sex bomb. No doubt Sean was putting himself in Alan's shoes. He imagined that it was he who was allowed to help Heather with her homework, except that before long they'd be making love instead. He thought this was just an idle and completely impossible fantasy. Had he known just how accurate it was, he would have had very different thoughts about letting Alan leave with his dream girl Heather.

CHAPTER 7

As soon as Heather got in the car with Alan and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"

"That was so much fun," she said happily in a low voice, even as she maintained a poker face of her own.

Rock could still see them as he walked to his car, but he finally turned away.

Heather looked at Alan with concern for the first time. "How are you handling this? Can you deal?"

Alan was determined not to be outdone by Heather. "Yeah, I'm good. I can deal. I can roll with the punches." He had no idea what he was agreeing to.

"Good. That's what Kim told me. I didn't completely believe her, but I'm glad I decided to find out for myself. I haven't had this much fun in years! Sex with a nerd. Ha! Now take me home and fuck me already."

Alan couldn't believe his ears. He had a hard time just managing to breathe. It took some time before he could manage to gasp out, "What?!"

"You heard me," Heather replied calmly, greatly amused at Alan's obvious panic. "Can you deal, or what?"

"Yeah... I... can deal."

"Then let's go! My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was out of sight.

Alan had been in a lot of strange situations in recent weeks, but he considered this one was the most astounding of them all. He thought, Holy fuck! At the beach she was talking to Simone like I was some kind of low life scum. And now she wants to fuck?! Furthermore, she somehow expects me to drive with her hand on my Johnson?! There's no way! No friggin' way!

But somehow Alan found a way. He made no attempt to talk at all so he could devote all of his attention to driving.

It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Heather kept her fingers running up and down Alan's shaft the entire time. In actuality, she was very limited and light in her touches because she didn't want to get in an accident or have Alan shoot off in the car. But it sure didn't feel that way to Alan. The mere fact that she was touching his penis while he was driving, or that she was touching his penis at all for that matter, was so exciting that it was a constant struggle for him not to cum.

Heather didn't try to talk to him except to tell him when to turn. She was extremely aroused and panting heavily with desire.

When he arrived at her house and Alan was able to safely park the car, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief. We made it! Nobody killed! Good God, never again. Never. My heart can't take it!

But now that the danger of an accident had passed, Heather began stroking him more intently, and with two hands. She even pulled his balls out of his shorts too, so she could fondle them as well.

"What's the matter?" she teased him. "Cat got your tongue? Something on your mind, perhaps? Something ... distracting you?" She laughed at his discomfort.

"God, stop! Please! I can't take it!"

"What? Are you having second thoughts about fucking me? Don't wanna fuck the head cheerleader?" Her hand flew up and down his shaft as she milked him for all she was worth.

"Arrgh!" He closed his eyes tightly and struggled mightily not to cum. His whole body tensed up as part of the struggle, but he knew he couldn't last for long.

Suddenly, Heather laughed and stopped her stroking. "Well, I'll be. Score another point for Kim. She said you have the most amazing control, and you do. How is it you haven't cum already? If you were my boyfriend Rock, you would have lost it about the first minute I touched you back in the Baskin Robbins."

Alan groaned again to be reminded that the girl he was with was cheating on the bulky and dangerous quarterback. He was in no condition to explain his self-control techniques as he was still doing all he could not to cum even though Heather had stopped touching him. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating and fought just to breathe.

Heather abruptly opened the door on her side of the car and made to get out. "Come on! Are you just going to sit there? We have some hard core fucking to do! Let's go!"

Alan zipped up, got out of the car, and managed to make his way to the front door of Heather's house. He wanted to run, and Heather pulled him along to hurry up, but he more waddled along. He moved like someone who'd just been kicked in the balls.

He briefly worried that some of Heather's family were home - it seemed as if Heather loved to play with fire. He was relieved to find the house mercifully empty.

Heather led Alan up the stairs by his hand and burst into her room. She immediately set to taking her clothes off. Her blue jeans were so tight that it was quite a wiggly struggle for her to get them off.

Alan was happy to see her delayed because it gave him a minute or two to recover from the whirlwind of events that led him here, and it gave his penis a little chance to recover as well. He looked around and was surprised to see how girly and frilly Heather's room was. He guessed that she hadn't changed it much since she was a lot younger.

As Heather continued to undress, he noted with surprise that she had no panties to take off, which meant she must have gone the whole afternoon, at the very least, without them. He'd already noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, so once her blue jeans came off she was ready for action again.

Heather was well aware that if a guy had already cum once, he generally lasted much longer the second or third time. She also knew that Alan had suffered greatly from all the teasing in the store and the car and he was liable to shoot quickly right now. So she knelt in front of him, pulled his shorts down, and resumed jacking him off.

As she started to stroke, she said in a sultry voice, "So, did you ever think you'd be in my room with my hand around your cock, about to fuck the mighty Heather Morgan? Have you dreamed of fucking me? Have you masturbated just dreaming about it?"

Alan was about to honestly answer yes to all her questions (though he found it a bit odd that she called herself "the mighty Heather Morgan"). He had masturbated while thinking about her, many times, in fact. But then he remembered at the beach how Heather mocked guys who were too worshipful and fawning. So he just answered as briefly as he could, "Uh huh."

As it so happened, he was in no state to talk much more than that anyway. He was so keyed up that he knew it wouldn't take long for Heather to get him to shoot a load, whether he tried to fight it or not.

Sure enough, less than a minute after Heather resumed stroking him, his balls tightened and he yelled, "Cumming!"

Heather got off at the sight of just how far she could get her male friends to shoot and who could shoot the farthest. So she held his penis in such a way to maximize the trajectory of Alan's spurting.

They both watched his cum fly high into the air and across the room. His cum sailed in a great arc and landed on the carpet about four feet away.

Alan thought to himself that she'd regret wasting it like that if she only knew how good his cum tasted, but he was too modest to say that out loud.

Instead, he fell back on the bed, emotionally and physically wiped out.

But Heather was hopping about with energy, unusually chirpy and happy. In her haste to undress she'd left her white top pulled up around her shoulders, but now she finally pulled it the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked.

As she waited for Alan's penis to rebound, she went back to her questions that Alan had merely answered with a vague "Uh huh." She was so vain that she wanted more adulation than that. She prodded, "Alan, you were saying about how you've wanted me forever?"

Alan though, remembered again how much she'd hurt him at the beach and how she had no respect for guys who fawned over her too much. So he replied, fairly honestly, "Sure, you're beautiful. Very beautiful. But to be honest, I've kind of always pined mostly for Christine."

That got Heather's goat. Even though Simone had recently told her about Alan's crush on Christine, she pretended not to know so she could play up her reaction. "Christine? You're joking, right? What do you see in her? Sure, she may have boobs. Okay, very big boobs. And I'll admit she's got a nice face and probably a halfway decent bod. But her personality! Gaaawd! Give me a break! Is she trying to win the Miss Goody Two Shoes award or something? Make me gag. Jesus! What a prude. And what a demanding bitch, too! She's so high maintenance. A virgin bitch. What a sorry combination. What ever do you see in her?"

Alan thought that now wasn't the time to point out that Heather was the pot calling the kettle black when it came to bitchiness. He figured he was pushing his luck already from not praising Heather to the high heavens. So he answered, half-jokingly, "I guess it must be the boobs."

Heather groaned. "Gaaawd! Men! So predictable. But enough talking. Are we gonna fuck or what?"

Alan felt like responding with a sarcastic comment about how wonderfully romantic Heather was making the event, but he held his tongue. His penis was quickly reviving, helped along by Heather's wandering fingers, and he was as eager to fuck as she was. So instead of talking any more, he pulled her up to the bed and promptly laid down on top of her.  

The two of them were so worked up that there was no need for any more foreplay. Alan immediately pushed his hardness into her and began pumping away. They got down to some intense and very physical fucking.

After some minutes of that, Alan got up, pinned Heather to the wall, and did her standing up. He fucked her hard and long.

Heather was normally quite a vocal lover. After a few minutes of getting more comfortable with him, she cried out, "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me