CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 30)

Alan woke up Wednesday morning weary but excited. Weary, because he hadn't been able to take his nap or sleep as much as he wanted, and he was also wiped out from a number of great sexual experiences. He'd pushed his luck overtaxing his penis with Susan and Heather. It still hurt a little bit the next morning.

Alan was disappointed about the day's prospects. For one thing, when he came down for breakfast, Ron was there reading a newspaper and eating scrambled eggs. Ron had been leaving for work early on many days during this visit, so Alan had hoped to get lucky. But now Alan's chances for erotic fun before he left for school were shot. Looking on the bright side, he decided giving his penis some more hours to rest wouldn't hurt.

But more distressing was Susan's attitude. At one point, Alan went to his room to get his backpack and school books, and Susan caught him in there, closing the door behind her. Looking nervous and guilty, she said, "Tiger, what we did yesterday was ... not a bad thing. I'm happy to help you with your medical problem, as long as you remember that what I said and did was done just to help inspire you. But I've been thinking about Ron. True, things haven't been good between him and I, and he's been cheating on me, but can I really blame him? The way I used to be, a cold fish in bed literally frightened about sex, who could blame him for needing to find some sexual outlet? The amazing thing is that he didn't divorce me yet."

She continued as she stood leaning against Alan's door, "In any case, what we're doing behind his back, it isn't right. I think he's fundamentally a good guy."

Alan had been told some about Ron's cheating and he wanted to say something about that. But he decided it wasn't his place. Furthermore, he thought the best thing to do when Susan was going through one of her recent mood swings was to just go along with it.

She said, "Even just talking to you right now makes me feel sinful and guilty. So now that your weekly abnormality check is done, can we just go back to being a normal family until he leaves? That's only two more days. And I don't want you sneaking off with Suzanne either. She's still in my doghouse for telling me 'yes' when she should have said 'no.' Can you just take care of things yourself for two days, maybe with whoever your mystery assistants are at school?"

"Sure, Mom. That sounds completely reasonable. I'm sorry if you feel like I've been pushing you into things you don't want to do. Now, unfortunately, I've really got to run or I'll be late to school."

As he left his room, Susan gave him a kiss and a hug that were disturbing in their completely non-sexual nature.

Alan was disappointed, but he consoled himself that at least Susan wasn't mad at him and she hadn't fallen back into full-on prudish mode. All he had to do was wait two days and hopefully things would change around the house again.

In fact, when it came to the long term, Alan was increasingly excited about his prospects. It looked like things were progressing nicely on many fronts, and he'd even had sex with the head cheerleader. Having two fairly sex-free days until Ron left didn't sound too terrible. Besides, he and Katherine had another session at Kim's house planned for Thursday afternoon just hours before Ron was supposed to leave.

And then there was Glory at school. They'd skipped doing anything on Tuesday so as to not raise too many suspicions. When lunch rolled around on Wednesday, she was therefore especially eager for more, but Alan was not. In mind, yes, but not in body.

Her hands were on his crotch almost the instant the last of the other students were gone, but his penis was so overworked that even getting hard was painful for him. That was hard for Glory to understand.

She pulled down his elastic shorts and placed her hand on the bulge in his underwear. It was flaccid. "Alan, is there something wrong? Two days and you're already tired of me?"

"No way, Glory," he replied. "I've been whistling the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' all day long." That was true - he meant the 'Glory, Glory' version. "But it hurts. It really does. Why don't we practice our kissing?"

Glory had to content herself with kissing and groping for the rest of the lunch break. The gossipy teacher wondered to herself what, or more likely, who, had gotten his penis so worn out, but she didn't pry.

CHAPTER 2

Alan went home expecting to have a boring day, now that the Tuesday excitement was all over and Thursday had yet to arrive.

But he didn't take Suzanne's mindset into account. Suzanne knew that she was supposed to play it cool until Susan felt like she'd been punished sufficiently. That was at least until Ron left and possibly longer. They were getting along great and had a fine time exercising together that morning, but Susan felt it necessary to punish Suzanne just the same. Susan had decided that her main problem was that she hadn't been tough enough on anything and was trying to take stronger stands all around.

Suzanne didn't like that. She didn't think it was fair that she'd been forced to go days without any Alan fun, when all she did was help Susan discover her sexual side and have the time of her life with countless orgasms. She decided it wouldn't harm anyone if she could have a little secret fun with Alan. Besides, she wanted to give herself a big reward for how far she'd managed to bring her scheme along.

When Alan got home, Katherine was already there, hanging out in the living room. Almost as soon as he came in, Suzanne entered the house as well. Susan was in the kitchen and Ron was still at work.

Katherine was reading a magazine on a couch but she jumped up and excitedly ran to the front door to greet Suzanne, as if her arrival wasn't an everyday occurrence.

"Hi Suzanne!" she yelled as she ran into Suzanne's arms. The two hugged each other, and then kissed.

Alan thought as he watched, First one cheek, then the other, and then square on the lips! His brain reeled. They kissed on the lips? What the fuck? Whoa.

The kiss wasn't long, and they walked into the living room as if such kissing was nothing unusual. Katherine went back to reading. Susan remained in the kitchen and never saw what happened.

But Alan was positive he'd never seen his sister and "aunt" French kiss before. What was THAT?! Was that a sign of something really sexual? Or are they just being friendly? I hear women sometimes kiss on the lips without it meaning anything. But still. ... Hmm... Is this part of "sexing things up" around the house to help me out? Because if it is, it sure is working!

Suzanne brought her bikini over and said she was in a mood to use the pool. This was very unusual as she wasn't much of a swimmer and even less of a sunbather due to her very fair skin. When she did swim she usually used the pool back at her own house.

Alan realized there was obviously some ulterior motive for this behavior. As it was known by all that Ron wouldn't be home until around dinner time, Alan figured she was up to some sexy mischief. Even though he was exhausted and desperately wanted a nap, he decided to hang out by the pool for a bit first, and see what Suzanne would do.

Susan was keen on enforcing her punishment as part of her new "get tough" resolve. Suspicious, she went out to sunbathe with Suzanne so she could keep an eye on things. She put on a sexy and skimpy bikini so she could compete with the one Suzanne was wearing.

Katherine, somewhat surprisingly, didn't join them. She wanted to play it cool until Ron left and she wasn't sure how well she could hold up in front of her mother and Suzanne. She felt like there was a big "I fucked my brother!" sign on her face and was especially worried that Suzanne would figure out what was going on if she spent time watching the two siblings interact.

Suzanne wanted to make sure Alan didn't go for a nap. While Alan was getting himself a drink in the kitchen, she said as she opened the sliding door to the back patio, "Sweetie, make sure to meet me out back in a few. There's something we should discuss." She walked away towards the pool with her trademark exaggerated hip swaying sexy walk. She knew that would get his attention, especially given the thong style to her bikini.

Alan came out a short time later, after doing some things in his room.

As he came up to the two mothers where they both lay on adjacent lawn chairs, Susan said, "Tiger, don't pay any mind to Suzanne's bathing suit, and I put bathing suit in quotes. She's promised me that's she'll wear something else next time."

"Nice bikini, Suzanne," Alan replied mischievously. "I especially like the top" – there was no top - "but the bottom isn't half bad either." The bottom was more of a G-string than a bikini, and didn't even completely cover Suzanne's hairy bush. He also noticed and appreciated the lewd way Suzanne was sitting, with her legs splayed out wide as if waiting to be fucked.

"Suzanne, I told you this would happen!" Susan said in exasperation. "You're corrupting him!"

""If you don't like the bikini, Susan, I can take it off," Suzanne innocently suggested, and made a motion to begin pulling her bikini bottom all the way off.

"No thanks! That wasn't the solution I had in mind!" Susan replied in greater frustration. She was particularly frustrated that Alan only had eyes for Suzanne, thanks to her best friend's toplessness. She sat up and thrust her chest out in an attempt to compete, but Alan still seemed more interested in Suzanne and her bouncy bare boobs.

"How many people here vote that I should take it all off?" Suzanne asked, and raised her hand. Alan raised his hand too. They both smiled as they knew they outnumbered Susan two to one.

"How many people vote that I should keep it on?" Suzanne continued.

Susan raised her hand. But rather than accept the two to one results, she complained, "This isn't a democracy! This is my house, I make the rules, and I don't even know why I let you come out here with that fraction of a thing on in the first place. Geez! What about propriety? What if my husband saw you like that?"

"Okay, okay," Suzanne said, and lay back down. She knew she was already in Susan's doghouse and didn't want to make things worse. Plus, they were only talking about taking off the bikini bottoms; she already had the top off, and that put her ahead of Susan in keeping Alan interested.

Susan on the other hand still jealously fumed at how Alan barely even noticed her in her much more conservative suit. He's hardly even noticing me! If this keeps up, maybe I should take my top off too. Not that I want to... Grrr! I totally want to! But I'd look like a supreme hypocrite after just chastising Suzanne for taking hers off, plus Angel is wandering around the house somewhere, so I guess I'm stuck.

So, while Susan kept her bikini top on, she began applying suntan lotion on herself in the most sensual manner she could muster. Sitting up with her chest thrust out, she spent most of her time with her hands on her breasts.

A new thought occurred to Susan, and she asked, "Anyway, Suzanne, I heard you saying you wanted Alan for something. What did you call him out here for? Just so you could make fun of my more sensible standards of decency?"

"No Susan, of course not. We can make fun of those anytime," she gently teased, smiling a wry smile. "And you're right, I certainly do want him for something." Suzanne made sure Susan saw that she looked at Alan's crotch and licked her lips.

"Suzanne," Susan chided. "I don't know what you mean exactly, but no doubt it's very sexual, so please cut it out."

Alan now was looking back and forth as Susan and Suzanne talked. Between the way Susan was caressing her breasts with the suntan lotion application and Suzanne preening and posing while bare-chested, his only trouble was that he couldn't look at both of them at the same time. His penis was hard and finally all the pain and soreness was gone.

Suzanne sat up in her chair to directly face Susan. "So what makes you think I'd be thinking something sexual? Maybe you're projecting." As she moved, she jiggled her bare tits in an exaggerated fashion, making sure Alan could see from where he stood. She also sat up in her chair on her hands and knees supposedly to get closer to Susan, but actually so Alan could have a great look at her nearly naked ass. Everyone knew what she was doing, as she couldn't help but smile mischievously.

"Suzanne! Please! You're going too far. You had something pressing for Alan?"

Suzanne thought to herself, That one's too easy. But she couldn't resist. She stared blatantly at the bulge in Alan's swimsuit. As she wiggled her butt, covered by only a thin string down her ass, she replied, "Actually, I was rather hoping that Alan had something pressing for me. Mmmm. Yummy. Looks like he does."

"Suzanne!" Susan huffed.

"Sorry." She sat back in her chair and became more serious. "Actually, I brought Alan out here to offer him a job."

Suzanne proceeded to tell Alan that her usual pool cleaning boy wasn't coming by this week, and today was his usual day. She concluded by asking, "Could you clean the pool instead, Sweetie? It's only a two-hour job, and I'll pay you well. How does $50 sound?"

"Sounds great!" He was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at the opportunity. Even though Alan's family was rich, his mother tried hard not to spoil him, so he actually had very little spending money. He was even forced to work crappy jobs during the summers.

"Okay, Sweetie, why don't we head on over and I'll show you what to do." They got up and went to the Pestridge house a few minutes later. Because they used the connecting gate between their backyards they didn't have to go and change first, though Suzanne did put her top back on.

Susan was flummoxed: not only did Suzanne monopolize much of Alan's attention at the pool, but now she'd taken him away from her altogether.

CHAPTER 3

About the only times Alan had ever been over to Suzanne's house was when there were dinners there involving both families, or when he passed through it on the way to use the tennis court. It was out back and on a lower level away from both the house and the pool. Amy usually used the gate in the fences between their houses, but she was the only one. Suzanne usually felt it was more dignified to come and go through the front doors.

They walked in silence.

Suzanne had a big smile on her face, and thought as she swung her hand with his, Like taking candy from a baby. It's so easy to manipulate Susan, and of course I can do whatever I want with my Sweetie. I've never unleashed my full manipulative powers on Susan, since after all she is my friend and a very moral person. But this is so okay because secretly it's what she wants. She's loving life! But I love it even more. I might just go all the way with Alan today, heh-heh-heh. ... Not that I would, actually. The time isn't ripe, 'cos Susan wouldn't be ready to hear about that. But I could if I wanted to. It's so close. Everything is coming together!

Suzanne went into her house for a minute while she kept Alan waiting by the side of her pool. She wanted to double check that no one else was home or would be back soon. After calling Eric and talking to him briefly, she walked back outside.

Standing next to Alan by the side of the pool, she took her bikini top off again. Then she revealed her real purpose. "Time to show you what to do, Mr. Pool Boy. There's not much to the job, actually."

Alan had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying because he was overcome by lust.

Suzanne stood proudly before Alan, posing for him with her hands on her hips. One hand resting on a hip also casually pulled at her minuscule bikini bottom and pulled it to the side so Alan could see her bush.

He gushed, "Aunt Suzy, have I ever told you you're a goddess?"

She laughed. "Yes, but not yet today, unfortunately."

"I'll have to make a daily habit of it then, because you are perfection."

"I could think of worse daily habits, like smoking." They were both all smiles and Suzanne was particularly happy at the compliment. But she then complained, "I'm not perfection. What about my blue veins?" She ran her hands over her exposed boobs, tracing some barely visible veins with her fingers. "What about the crow's feet around my eyes?"

Alan responded sincerely, "Every thing about you is so sexy that the phrase 'bust a nut' is a literal worry for me. Just seeing you touch your boobs, it's like my cum is going to swell up and just burst out of my penis. And your face doesn't look old at all; it looks sexy, experienced, and knowing."

Suzanne unconsciously licked her lips as she imagined an endless stream of cum flowing out of Alan's penis like water flowing out of a garden hose. "You know how to make this ancient, ugly hag feel good."

"Hag?! I take offense. You're not allowed to call yourself such horrible names. I won't let you."

"My hero." She locked arms with his and clung to him tightly. Naturally, she took the opportunity to rub her nearly naked body up and down his muscular one. "But you're distracting me. I still haven't told you your job, Mr. Pool Boy. The first thing you have to do is get naked."

"Hmmm. That sounds interesting." He joked, "I will if you will."

She made a mock sigh. "If that's what it takes to get you to follow orders, then very well. As if I'm in danger of being overdressed as it is! But since you insist, let's do it both at once." Her hands went to her waist so she could remove the bikini bottoms, the only thing she still wore.

"Hey, wait a minute." Alan was enjoying this. "Are you sure this is legal? I say we have another vote on taking it off, now that we're in a different legal jurisdiction."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "Sure. All in favor of Suzanne and her Sweetie getting naked and nasty, raise their hands."

Suzanne and Alan raised both hands each, so four hands were in the air.

"All in favor of Susan's stupid, fuddy-duddy rules and keeping their clothes on, raise their hands." After a suitable pause with no hands to be seen, Suzanne said, "The motion carries, four to zero."

Alan eagerly took off his shorts, revealing a proud erection.

But Suzanne waited with her bikini bottoms. Instead, she said, "Sweetie, I'll give you the honor of taking the bikini off, but remember, we have to have some rules, even without Susan here. Don't do anything unless I say okay first, okay?"

"Okay," said Alan. He could scarcely believe his luck. Taking advantage of the fact that he was naked, he stood right next to Suzanne, and took his time taking her bikini bottom off. Not only did he seize the opportunity to explore Suzanne's crotch and butt as much as he thought he could get away with, but he also let his penis rub up against Suzanne's skin. Since the two of them were nearly the same height, it poked close to some dangerous areas.

"Hey, Sweetie, who gave you permission to do that?" Suzanne finally asked, as she felt the head of his penis rubbing up against her inner thigh, putting it as close as six inches to her pussy lips.

Alan was all smiles. "Do what? Take off your suit? You did."

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about something hard and long rubbing against me." He continued to rub his penis up and down Suzanne's thigh as he took off her bikini with the speed of a snail.

"Oh, you mean this?" He grabbed his erection with one hand and directed it even closer to her pussy. "Technically everything I'm doing here is part of taking off your bikini. You know I've always been one to take advantage of legal loopholes." He slid it between her legs so that it was rubbing the outside of her crotch. Then he began subtly dry humping her.

"All right, smart-ass, take it off me already. It's your taking advantage of just plain holes that worries me more. What if your mother saw us like this? Mmmm!"

She moaned in pure delight. The pre-cum from his penis was now mixing with the dribble of fluid coming from her pussy, and she realized how easy it would be to allow him to slide forward just a little bit more.

Once the bikini bottom was down below her knees and finally freed from one leg altogether, she lay back down on her lawn chair. She'd assumed that Alan would stop then, but he didn't.

He continued to hold her bikini in one hand as he brought it down her left ankle at a glacial pace. With Suzanne lying down, he began to rub his erection right on top of her clit.

Suzanne loved it so much that she found herself opening her legs wider and wider. Before long, she was completely splayed out and Alan loomed over her with his hard-on in the ideal position to begin fucking.

Alan was positively euphoric - he felt confident that he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, now that they were safely alone and their bodies were lined up just right. He continued to slide his hardness back and forth over her clit and labia, hoping that would drive the last of her resistance away. He let go of the bikini bottoms altogether to concentrate fully on sexual pleasure.

Suzanne felt incredibly tempted to let him go. But worries about Susan held her back. She imagined the kind of blow up that would follow if Susan heard her screaming "Fuck me harder!" from over their backyard fence. It was a high and solid fence so one couldn't see from one backyard to another unless one went through the gate, but of course it was little impediment to sound.

So finally she said, "Naughty, naughty. This is why my parents always warned me about lawyers. They always take advantage. Stop that this instant, or someone is going to be in trouble, and I'm not sure if it's gonna be you or me. I'm serious."

Alan stopped. He'd been aggressive because she was so obviously enjoying all he did, but he also always obeyed when he was told to stop. Yet he didn't remove his erection from its position right on top of her bush, clitoris, and pussy lips. His hot and needy thickness throbbed against her most sensitive areas.

She was dizzy with possibilities. As long as the penis was in such a tempting spot, it was touch and go to see if she could still resist. So Suzanne forced herself to add, "Again, Mr. Letter of the Law, the implication in the stop command is that you actually take your penis away, like I told you to before."

"Oops! I was going for the literal interpretation of your most recent command." Inwardly he was deeply disappointed that his ploy didn't work, but he tried not to let it show. He'd gotten used to cumming many times a day, but mostly due to his lingering soreness he hadn't cum a single time yet. The overwhelming desire to cum was making him unusually aggressive.

"I know you were. Now remove it already!"

She thought, I definitely appreciate his aggressiveness. This is just the kind of thing I want to encourage. I can only imagine how great life will be when my Sweetie is roughly grabbing me and surprising me with random fucks all day long. But unfortunately there's no way I can risk sex at this point unless I'm sure Susan isn't home and I'm pretty sure she still IS home. She might hear if either one of us cries out loud, even from inside her house next door. I'd probably get so excited that I really would scream that loud!

Alan reluctantly removed his crotch from being pressed up against hers. He took hold of her bikini bottoms again and resumed pulling it down the ankle it had been resting on. However, he still delayed as much as possible. He had mere inches to go before it went around her heel, but he had no intention to get to that point any time soon. Instead, he continued to rub his erect penis all up and down her pale left leg.

Suzanne eventually had to laugh at his arousing stubbornness. "Is there some kind of hold up?" she asked, half hoping that he'd stop and half hoping that he wouldn't.

"Yes. You're so sexy that I think it's fried my brain. I seem incapable of doing anything but rubbing my cock against your skin for some strange reason." He gave up on holding the bikini bottom and instead rubbed his erect penis all over the foot it still dangled from. His free hand meanwhile roamed up her legs, though he couldn't reach much above her knees from the position he was now sitting in.

Eventually, she said, "Okay, stud, enough of that. Remember that you're here for a job? I think it's time to start." She kicked the bikini bottom the rest of the way off, since it was dangling from her toes by this time.

"Now?" he whined. "But I was having so much fun."

She said, "Trust me, I know you'll like this."

He stood, reluctantly, and began to walk away from her even more reluctantly.

"Hey. Where do you think you're going? I said I have a job for you, and it's over here. Believe you me, you're going to find it plenty of fun." She got off her lawn chair and fell to her knees a few feet away from him.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, slow on the uptake for once.

"All you have to do is stand up. Right here in front of me."

Alan stood. A smile slowly spread across his face as he saw Suzanne get on her knees before him, toss her hair in a very alluring manner, and beckon him near.

Suzanne shot him one of her intense "come hither" looks. "So here's what you have to do: your Aunt Suzy needs you to make a big deposit of cum right down her throat. You think you can do that?"

Alan walked right up to her and grinned. "I think I can try."

"Smart kid. But remember: we have to be quiet. We don't want Susan to know what we're up to. So no loud moans or screams. Okay?" She cradled his erection with both hands and licked at the tip.

Alan had been lost in thinking about nothing but the possibility of fucking Suzanne, but for some reason her words made him think about where he was and what they were starting to do. He said, quietly, "Okay, sure. But I thought your house was completely off limits for this kind of thing. What about your husband? Your son Brad?"

Susan stopped licking long enough to answer. "I noticed you didn't mention Amy? You don't mind if she sees, you naughty boy?" She licked a bit more, completely circling right below the penis head. Then she laughed as she thought out loud, "And good thing you remembered that now. As if they wouldn't mind you and me frolicking around naked but they'd draw the line at cocksucking!"

"Hmm. Good point."

"Anyway, those two are out. I surprised Brad with a new fishing pole this morning, virtually guaranteeing the two of them would go off for a fishing trip all afternoon. They took the bait, so to speak." <Slurp, slurp.> "They're crazy about fishing. I got a different pole for myself." She squeezed his dick to make sure he caught her meaning. Then she slurped and licked some more. "I even called Eric just to make sure they're still safely far away."

Alan thought she was done talking because she suddenly took his entire penis head in her mouth and began working it. Her extra long tongue could do insanely arousing things that normal tongues could not, and one such thing was the way she could draw circles around the base of his penis head while it was in her mouth. It was one of her special tricks.

But just as she was really getting into it, she popped it back out of her mouth to say, "Amy. As for her, she left for the beach with Katherine all afternoon. So we've got the whole house to our lonesome. All you have to do is make sure to keep your voice down. I'm not too worried unless Susan goes out back, but she rarely goes there by herself. It's a bit risky, I know, but I just can't resist you today!"

She ran her long tongue all the way from the top of his erection down to the base of his balls and back. She liked that his privates were mostly hairless except for a thick tuft of pubic hair, but that was above his balls and didn't interfere with her licking.

Alan was feeling in a teasing mood. "So, this is what the regular pool boy does every week? Not bad work! How much does this job pay, again?"

"In his dreams. Sweetie, you're the only one for me. I hope you know that. I'm insulted if you think your cock isn't all the cock I'll ever need. However, having you do this every Wednesday ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to see if Susan will go for it."

She kept sucking. In just a couple minutes she brought him to the verge. "Are you ready?" she asked as she sensed his balls tightening.

"Ready, my ivory Amazon goddess!" he replied excitedly.

She sucked him again until he began spurting his cum towards her. She kept guzzling his seed down until he was just about done. Then, completely surprising him, she pushed him backwards. He staggered around, trying to regain his balance, but they were right on the edge of the pool and he had nowhere to go. He splashed back into the pool.

He came to the surface and gasped for breath as he spit water out of his mouth. He had been taken completely unawares. "What the hell did you do that for?" he finally asked.

Suzanne was heartily laughing.

"No reason, except that it was fun," she responded. "But looks like you'll have to stay naked for a little while."

Alan didn't terribly mind that prospect.

She said slyly, "I think maybe I'll get my book and hang around this pool today. And enjoy the view." Alan pulled himself out of the pool as she said this and stood naked before her. "You look delish. Your muscles are definitely developing."

"Very funny stunt, Aunt Suzy. I'm not laughing."

"Come on, you're smiling at least." It was true.

Suzanne meanwhile could hardly stop laughing. She was having the time of her life. She went to sit down on her lawn chair and get her book, but Alan didn't cooperate with her plans. "Now, as for your real job..." she began.

Alan jumped on top of her. As he was completely wet and she was dry, she let out a loud squeal. He wasn't particularly thinking about sex; he trusted Suzanne to set the pace with that. He just wanted to have fun and see what developed. He launched into a full on tickle attack.

Within seconds Suzanne was screaming and laughing with delight (but not too loudly), and begging for mercy. But he kept on, so she tickled back. Tickling gave way to caressing and hugging after a few minutes, and then kissing.

Alan was hard again by this time, and his penis pressed urgently into her thigh as he rubbed it up and down her soft skin.

Suzanne loved it, but decided that since they were both completely naked she had to get him to back off or they'd soon be having sex. "Down, boy," she said as she gently but insistently pushed him away.

He reluctantly backed off and sat on the chair next to hers.

"I don't think you have your shyness with women problem anymore! All right, here's the plan. Remember your job? The bad news is you have to actually clean the pool. Otherwise, if your mother were to somehow come over and notice the pool was still dirty, she would grow suspicious. I still plan to pay you. But I'd like to reward you in another way, too. Do a little work, then I'll suck you off. Some more work, some more cocksucking. Repeat until the pool is clean or you can't get it up anymore, preferably the latter. Since I noticed you didn't add any mysterious checks to your orgasm chart today and Susan isn't helping, my challenge is to tease all six orgasms out of you. Sound like a good way to spend the afternoon?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's humanly possible to shoot six times in one afternoon." His grin grew wider. "I don't mind trying, though. But now that you're here with me, why not just stay naked and nasty together all day long, as we voted to earlier?"

"It's called plausible deniability. And anyway, I may bend Susan's rules a bit – okay, a lot, but she'd kill me if we had sex together, so don't even think about that. Not now. Not today."

So Alan raked leaves out of the pool most of the time, while Suzanne mostly read her book (though she spent a good time ogling what she called to herself his "Sweetie's cutie patootie"). She pulled her lawn chair right up to the edge of the pool to get the best view.

Alan's shorts and shirt were left in the sun to dry, leaving him as naked as Suzanne.

Half an hour later, Suzanne asked Alan to cover her in suntan lotion.

That quickly led to Alan's erection wandering all over her body. He even had the cheek to write "I love you" on her back with his penis movements. 

She got the message by feel, and said, "I love you too," out loud.

They both laughed.

Then she told him, mildly, "Cute, but cut out the funny business. And don't make me laugh so hard. Susan might hear and get nosy."

Suzanne thought, And I thought the day couldn't get any better. He loves me! I know he does, but I love it so much every time he says it. This is just like we're boyfriend - girlfriend. I feel so young and carefree. It's like I'm a teenager again! Seducing Alan was the smartest thing I ever did.

"I'm looking for a pen to write a response," she said as she turned over and grabbed his penis. "Problem is with me and pens, I suck on them while I'm trying to think of what to write."

That led to another long session of cocksucking while Suzanne occasionally fingered herself. But she seemed unwilling to go any further, even though both of them were buck-naked. At least Alan was consoled that she allowed him to rub his hands over her oily, coconut-scented body while she pleasured him.

Eventually, and at least technically, she returned to her book and he returned to the pool cleaning. Just when his clothes got reasonably dry, Suzanne "accidentally" threw them into the pool. At first, he found being nude in an outdoor and unfamiliar environment somewhat humiliating, but as the day went on he began to quite enjoy it. Knowing that her eyes were on him kept him nearly constantly hard.

Soon he noticed that she had more or less given up on the book and was spending most of her time with her hands up her pussy, watching him. Apparently her hands got tired, because after a while she went into the house and came back with a dildo. He watched her fascinated as she stuffed it up her pussy. It was small, and completely disappeared up inside.

He never would have suspected its presence if he hadn't watched its insertion, except maybe for the way Suzanne continued to squirm around in her lawn chair and play with her nipples.

It was remarkable any pool cleaning went on, but ever so slowly he managed to make progress on the job.

During another break between sexual play, and while Alan was actually working on the pool, Suzanne asked him from her lawn chair, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask: what exactly happened between you and Susan yesterday, with the abnormality check? I tried to get her to talk this morning, but she wouldn't say a word, so I figured it was pretty good." In fact, Suzanne had heard about it from Susan during their morning exercises, but she wanted to get Alan's description of it.

"Oh, it was." Alan proceeded to tell Suzanne about his repeated difficulties in getting aroused, Susan's increasing and near desperate urge to help, and the great blowjobs she gave.

Suzanne and Alan naturally became increasingly turned on as he talked. Before he got very far in the story he found himself back by her side, and her hand stroking his hard-on.

When he started a detailed description of his mother's first Tuesday blowjob, she said, "You mean like this?" and started sucking him yet again.

He didn't get to hear Suzanne's reaction to what Susan did, as she was too busy sucking. His story trailed off as he became fully absorbed by what she was doing. It had only been half an hour since her last blowjob.

In an ideal world, Suzanne would have been happy to have Alan's penis in her mouth nearly all day long, every day, assuming it couldn't be in her pussy, and that's pretty much what was happening.

Between Suzanne's infectious enthusiasm and her near constant cocksucking, Alan was having a tremendous day. Their only real limit was how quick Alan could get hard again. That's when the pool cleaning got done, while he was recuperating.

Alan neared climax.

But then Suzanne's cell phone lying on a nearby table began ringing. It took a voice message after a few rings, but then it rang all over again. And again. "Damn, I should have left that thing inside," she said, and then she returned to slurping on his prick.

CHAPTER 4

The phone rang again, and deciding she chouldn't ignore it any longer, Suzanne crawled a few feet across the patio to get it. "Sorry Sweetie, hold on a sec. It might be an emergency." She sat down on the ground and picked it up.

Alan walked over after her, and coming up from behind, began fondling her tits even as he rubbed his penis along her back. He licked at her shoulder blades, loving her sweaty, salty taste.

After several more rings, Suzanne finally answered the phone. "Hello?"

"God fucking damn you, Suzanne!" It was a very angry Susan.

"What's wrong?"

"You know damn well what's wrong! You ARE mocking me and my rules! Alan's cleaning job is just a thin excuse for you to suck cock all day long!"

Both Suzanne and Alan looked around (Alan could hear Susan's voice quite well since she was shouting into the phone). They half expected to see Susan somewhere, perhaps leaning over the fence, but they couldn't see her anywhere.

Suzanne was too stunned to answer.

"Answer me!" Susan finally yelled. "Or are you still too busy cocksucking to speak?"

Suzanne turned around and pushed Alan away. She was actually relieved with that last question, because it meant Susan wasn't currently looking at them from somewhere across the fence.

"I think maybe we should talk about this," Suzanne eventually said, in a quiet voice.

"Damn right we should! You two get your sorry asses over to my house right now! You... you... fucking cocksucker!" The phone clicked dead.

"I think we're busted," said a worried Suzanne. "I've never heard her so mad." She began putting her tiny bikini back on. "Get your wet clothes, and let's go face the wrath." At the last minute, as she was walking away, she thought to take the small vibrator out of her pussy.

They walked through the gate that was the only break in the tall wooden fence between their houses. There also was a tremendous amount of trees and bushes on both sides of the fence. Because the pool wasn't visible from the gate, Suzanne had thought there was no way they could be seen and that they hadn't made too much noise, but she was obviously wrong.

A livid Susan met them on the other side of the gate. She stood in a robe that would have covered her up well enough if she was careful. But as she began yelling and pointing her finger at Suzanne, her entire top opened up.

"Suzanne, I'm so hurt! I ask you to keep it cool for two days until Ron is gone. Two days! Is that so much to ask?! But noooOOOOooooOOOOoooo!"

Alan found it exceedingly difficult not to get horny from staring at her massive mammaries, and her rare display of anger only turned him on even more for some reason.

Jesus H. Christ, he thought. My mother was built for lots of fucking. That's all there is to it. How could making love to that body possibly be wrong?

Her anger turned to shock when she saw Alan. He was naked except for the wet shirt and shorts in his hands, which he held out just in front of his crotch to provide some coverage.

"Look at you two!" she yelled. "With the clothing you two are wearing, I just might be able to cover a postage stamp!"

It's true that Suzanne's bikini was about as small as they come. But Susan diatribe about covering up would have seemed more pious if her huge, exposed tits didn't bounce around with every word. On some level she was aware of what she was showing, and at that level she wasn't going to lose a chance to titillate Alan. But on the level of consciousness, she was truly unaware of what she was flaunting.

Susan turned her wrath on her son. "Alan, what are you doing, traipsing and gallivanting around outside, completely naked? What if someone were to see you? God, your father might be home any time, for one. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later!"

Alan knew when to get lost, and took off like a rabbit. As he ran off, he heard Susan yell at Suzanne, "Just what the hell did you do to him all alone over there? Now you can see why I turned down your offer to be alone with him outside the house!"

Susan and Suzanne went inside and talked for about fifteen minutes (Ron in fact wasn't expected home until much later, so they weren't about him walking in on them).

Initially, Susan was going to punish Alan and Suzanne. But Suzanne convinced her that it would have been completely unreasonable for any boy Alan's age to resist Suzanne's charms, especially given his need to cum six times every day. So once again Suzanne took the fall and ended up being the only one who was seriously punished.

Normally Susan wouldn't have felt right punishing someone she wasn't actually related to, but Suzanne was so much like family that she went ahead and said, "Suzanne, here's your punishment. First, you're not allowed to pleasure Alan in any way, period!"

"What?!"

"Listen, I'm not done. Unless I give my express permission first. And I'm keeping that restriction until further notice. Further, I'm not going to be handing out permission to you willy nilly, either. Don't even THINK of asking until Ron's gone."

"But how will Alan get by?" Suzanne asked. "What about his relentless daily schedule?"

A fiery Susan hotly replied, "You let me worry about that! Thanks to your irresponsibility, I just may be forced to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. In fact, probably my hands and mouth. Not that I want to, mind you, but you leave me no choice!"

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face at that, but she knew this was the worst possible time to say something snarky. She found it interesting that Susan appeared to be completely sincere in thinking she was being "forced" to give Alan such help. But she thought, If Susan needs those kinds of excuses to cling on to so she doesn't have to feel guilty, then the more the better. In fact, it should be encouraged.

She said, "I'm sorry for making you do that. But I do want to make clear just what you'll need to do. True, Alan seems to be getting some help at school, but that's usually only good for one or two checks on his chart. The rest will be up to you because we want to limit his sinning as much as possible. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the sin of Onan."

"No you do not," Susan said crossly, her arms folded beneath her rack.

"Well then, you'll have to make sure he blows his load at least once before school. That's essential to spreading the task out throughout the day so he doesn't get too sore. I don't know how you'll manage that with Ron here, but you'll have to try. And of course the afternoon and evening will fall entirely on your shoulders. You won't have a lot of chances while Ron's in town, so I recommend you steal away with Alan to blow him every chance you get. And blowjobs are the best because they're faster and leave less of a mess."

Susan cooled her anger towards Suzanne some as she started focusing on all the blowjob possibilities instead. She thought out loud, "It'll be rather cruel to Ron, if I sneak off with Alan like that. I've been thinking, and I know that Ron cheated, but he's really not that terrible of a husband. And what if I get caught right before he goes?"

Suzanne countered, "But you really have no choice in the matter. I forced this on you. Maybe Alan can get by with five or four times a day for the next two days but do you want him to completely ruin his daily average? And if you're feeling guilty, maybe you should try to limit yourself to handjobs until Ron's gone. But the main thing is, one way or another, you have to coax that cum out of him."

Susan considered that, and then looked at Suzanne with new resolve. "Thanks. I'll try. And I'm sorry about being a meanie, but I really have to put my foot down. I feel like things are spinning out of my control and I need to be firm or who knows what'll happen around here."

"I understand. And I blew it, and I'm not just talking about your son's dick. I should have been stronger. However, I hope you can at least understand why I lost control. I mean, do you know what it's like, having to go so many days without being able to swallow one of his creamy loads? Not being able to run my tongue up and down those glorious eight inches? Not even being able to feel his throbbing warmth in my hands as it squirts out his hot and potent seed all over my chest? Can't you see my frustration?"

"Yes!" Susan panted loudly.

Suzanne knew that Susan was putty in her hands now. She went on to describe in intimate detail all of the reasons why she lost control and played with Alan in her backyard. Then she went on to describe everything she did to him until the moment they were caught. She even took her bikini top off so she could visually describe the different ways Alan had played with her breasts.

Susan still wore nothing but a robe (which she had on in the first place because of an unconscious desire to expose herself to her son). She found herself shifting and wriggling about as Suzanne's story got hotter and more explicit. She constantly had to close her robe back up. By the time Suzanne was running her fingers up and down her legs to illustrate just where Alan had been running his erection over her, she pretty much gave up even attempting to keep her robe closed. It seemed a bit silly since Suzanne was only wearing her bikini bottoms.

Finally, Suzanne was done and said, "So that's the story." She looked at a clock on the way. "My, how the time flies. I suppose by now Alan has taken his usual nap. I suggest you go up there right away and give him a firm lecture."

"A lecture? You think?" She closed her robe again and thought about all the rivulets of cum running down her thighs.

"Definitely. Don't even waste time getting changed and cleaned up because Ron could be here soon. I'll tell you what. I'll put my bikini top back on and stay downstairs to keep an eye out for anyone coming home. That way, you're covered in case you happen to end up sucking him off as well."

Alan had tried to take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to quickly drop off to sleep. Seeing that a nap wasn't going to happen, he went to the computer and surfed the web and answered e-mails because his mind was too scattered to do his homework either.

His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook. Behind Susan's conscious thought was the feeling that a son with such a big and tasty penis should never be punished, only rewarded.

Susan came in to Alan's room, but Suzanne had gotten her so drunk on lust that her anger was completely gone. Plus, she still wore nothing but the robe (though at least she'd stopped by the bathroom to clean up her sopping wet pussy as best she could).

She tried to sound stern in lecturing her son, but she was only partially successful at best. Amongst other difficulties, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe.

As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused. He also noticed her robe continually opening up more and more and wondered when her breasts would bounce completely free. It was a testament to his attempt to be a good son that he managed to understand her speech at all.

Susan kept her lecture mercifully brief. Her tone lightened as she finished up. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, just like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?"

Susan was so upset that Suzanne stole all of Alan's attention earlier in the afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as the both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she learned what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she went looking for him.

But she was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was just like Suzanne's - it just barely had enough fabric to cover the nipples and the bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up Susan's butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing Susan in a new bikini. She went to her bedroom to change, while Alan also changed into his swimsuit. They met by the pool a couple of minutes later.

Suzanne was nowhere to be seen; she'd made herself scarce because she knew Susan wanted this time alone with her son.

Susan stood proudly before her son, modeling the new white bikini and a matching white pair of high heels. "What do you think, Tiger? I promised I'd wear a sexier bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?" Because her skin was nearly as pale as Suzanne's, the white bikini nearly made her look completely nude.

"Oh, Mom, wow! You know it does! You're such a great mom. You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, with you always trying to help me out so much, even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments, but that mood was broken by the reminded that Ron could come home and find them there. "Don't mention that, please. Thank God your father is out, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it is just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think."

The two of them sat down on lawn chairs next to each other and engaged in idle chat.

As the minutes passed, Susan started to loosen up. She'd been worried that Suzanne might come out to join them and then steal her thunder, but Suzanne was nowhere to be seen.

Now Susan was ready to play. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear any more. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free - and exposed to your eyes half of the time - that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or dressing down, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago. You know, when I promised to suck you off every single day. It's been difficult for me adjusting to... Well, to everything. But really, that wasn't just a promise. Suzanne has helped me see that it's actually my responsibility to make sure your member is well drained."

Alan could hardly believe his ears. He just nodded his head dumbly.

She fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way. "I'm going to try harder to fulfill that vow. And of course I'll do my best in the visual stimulation department. Like this bikini. This is the kind of bikini that good mommies wear, don't you think? The kinds of mommies who always help to make sure their son's balls are drained dry."

Seeing that Susan was on a roll and didn't need much encouragement, Alan just nodded.

"But the problem with a bikini like this is that it covers so little you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top slid up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!"

"Yes, I definitely see what you mean," said a very aroused Alan. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She didn't have any kind of hair band on, which let her long dark brown hair flow more freely than usual. That plus the fact that she wore high heels made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Then the sexy bikini took it to a whole extra level.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving Alan slowly insane with lust. She showed Alan all the different ways the nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side, or the other side, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples, and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other, or both. Susan's nipples were neither especially large nor pronounced, but they grew more erect than she'd ever recalled them being before.

By and by, she said, "I'll bet you have the same kind of trouble with your bathing suit. For a well-hung, cum-filled boy like you, I'd be surprised if you could keep your big rod cooped up in there at all."

Alan knew when to take a hint. He immediately readjusted him crotch, making sure to cause his erection to snake out down his leg until it poked out. But it wasn't that short of a suit, and only a couple of inches were exposed. So, correctly judging his mother's mood, he simply slid his shorts down past his knees.

Susan smiled and licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his erection jutting out like a flagpole. "I think you have the right idea there, Son. As you can see, this bikini top is just so much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I just take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It just doesn't fit over my chest."

"Oh yeah!" Alan agreed. He was already holding his erection and rubbing it, but just a little, as he hoped she wouldn't notice.

She took the top off and struck another sexy pose for him.

"Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry. Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if daddy comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not so little penis! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle. Throbbing and hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" Alan asked excitedly. Even as he asked, he was already stroking himself in an increasingly blatant manner. He was so turned on that he already had to firmly clench his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really turn you on that much?" She turned and sat up on her heels, giving him a great view of her back side. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!' Pardon my dirty language, by the way, but I'm just so angry. What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Your mommy totally naked except for high heels?"

Alan could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by her high heels than if she'd been completely nude. He was amazed that he hadn't shot his cum all over the pool deck already.

She ran her hand lovingly over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her ass crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?"

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she was speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, hubby: your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his swimsuit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!"

She turned back to Alan and looked at his erection in mock horror. "Tiger! I told you, you can't do that!"

He moaned, "Mom! God DAMN, you're sexy!" He looked down at his hand which was overtly sliding up and down his thickness. "I just can't stop myself!"

She smiled wickedly. "Try, Son. You know that's a sin. So VERY improper!"

Alan attempted to merely hold it instead of stroking it, and he did, but he knew that was a losing battle. He wouldn't be able to resist for long.

Susan slowly scooted forward. "I hope I don't have to help you out. Why, if I did that, you just might blow your nuts all over your sinful mother! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I just help you with visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the back side yet."

Alan interrupted again. "Mom? You're getting me soooo turned on. I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

Susan surveyed the situation, and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. Suzanne was supposed to keep watch, but she seems to have gone. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Your father really might be home soon. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" cursed Alan. As if I can turn my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! She's my mom! Unbelievable!

But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy dog eyes.

"Awww..." She wavered, and turned fully toward him. "I suppose we could. Maybe just a couple of licks... Just a minute to taste a little bit..." She scooted closer.

Alan prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious.

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then, a big truck drove past, which they could hear all the way in the back yard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, and she pulled back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now. I have to think of my husband."

"DANG!" He sighed heavily. "Oh maaaaan. ... Well, anyways, thanks so much for helping out. You and Suzanne today helping - this is what I've been missing. Later."

It took incredible willpower and all of his PC muscle training to get his penis calmed down enough to know that he wouldn't cum at any second, but he did it.

He got up and literally ran back to his room, clutching his still raging hard erection to his stomach the whole way.

As soon as Alan was out of sight, Susan also got up and ran back to her room to masturbate herself into oblivion. As she hurried naked through the house, holding her bikini top loosely against her chest, she thought, There you go again, Susan. You turn into a complete exhibitionist whore at the first sight of your son's cock. But it's so much fun! The problem is, I just can't trust myself not to go all the way. Not to just up and let my son fuck me! Oh God! I'm going to go to Hell for sure, and I'm taking my son with me!

She stopped by the laundry room and looked for something of Alan's. There was always cum-stained laundry to do these days. She found a pillow case Alan had used to masturbate into, took a big satisfying whiff of it, and then ran with it the rest of the way to her room.

Once there, she thought again about a reoccurring dream she'd had in the past few days of Alan raping her. He's so damned considerate and restrained. It seems I'm doing everything I can to provoke him, but he doesn't ever take advantage of me. Do I really want him to rape me, or not? And my husband's here. I'm so confused! How could I even think such things?

One hand was down in her crotch, but the other held the pillow case over her nose. She inhaled his scent deeply. This is so wrong. So unsanitary, for one thing. What would my mother think right now, seeing me with this pillow case? But I can't stop. Good Lord I can't stop!

Suzanne in fact had been lurking in the den downstairs the whole time. She wanted to stay out of the way, but when she saw Alan and Susan sit down by the pool she couldn't resist spying on them. She ended up getting as hot and bothered as either of them as she frigged herself to orgasm. She didn't understand why Susan ran off before getting more intimate with her son's tool, but there was nothing she could do about it. She cleaned up all traces of her activity and went home.

She thought, In some ways it's a good thing that Susan caught us and is punishing me like this. Sure, it's frustrating for me personally, but it pushes mother and son even closer and gives Susan more fig leaf excuses, and that's the main thing. Once Susan's resistance completely breaks, Katherine and I will be able to join in no problem and the never-ending orgy will be under way!

CHAPTER 5

Ron eventually came home and the Plummer family had a fairly normal dinner. By now, the air was thick with intrigue. All Susan could think about was her son's erection and all Alan could think about was his mother's centerfold body. Both of them went out of their way to appear normal, but this in itself would have been a big clue for anyone looking for one.

Ron was oblivious. Luckily, he carried the conversation along, allowing Alan and Susan to just stare at him and nod for most of the meal.

Katherine, however, was clued in to suspect something and was curious as can be about the subtle vibes between mother and son. But there was nothing she could do at the moment to find out and also had to just play the role of the innocent daughter.

Ron had a good-bye party at his company's office with all his office friends. Susan was supposed to go, but she claimed to have a stomach ache. She was too nervous to eat much at dinner, which luckily made her excuse more plausible.

The entire house practically breathed a sigh of relief when Ron left for the party shortly after dinner.

But Susan was so involved with all of these things that she completely forgot Brenda was scheduled to come over for another card game that evening.

When the monster-titted millionaire showed up at the door, Susan at first didn't know what to do. She thanked her lucky stars that Ron had literally left the house minutes before.

There was nothing wrong per se with Susan having a guest like Brenda over for cards. However, it would have been a bit awkward explaining the way Brenda was dressed.

Brenda felt so comfortable the previous week that she felt for once in her life she didn't have to bundle herself up like an Eskimo just to hide her breasts. She came to the card game dressed in a dress that would have looked nice enough on most anyone else, but on her it was enough to start a riot. She felt obliged to wear another shirt over her outfit to cut down on the stares as she drove over to the Plummer house. However, she took that shirt off as soon as she arrived.

Brenda's dress was shiny and red. It came high up her neck, and covered all but her arms and a heart shaped hole that exposed her cavernous cleavage. Her nipples could be seen so clearly it was as if she wore nothing over them at all, but that was the fault of her aggressive, pointy nipples, not the fault of the dress.

Brenda's arrival resulted in a scramble to get things ready.

Alan was still eating ice cream for dessert but was given the task of keeping Brenda entertained while Susan and Katherine went to change into something that better fit Brenda's sexy outfit. Susan also called Suzanne and told her to change into something revealing and come over right away.

Meanwhile, Alan and Brenda made small talk. But Brenda was downright disturbed by how unimpressed Alan was with her body. She couldn't appreciate what he'd just been through in recent days. From his perspective, he'd been traipsing through sexual nirvana and was dangerously close to suffering from sexual overload. To him, Brenda was certainly stunning, but relative to everything else that had happened, she didn't bowl him over.

He engaged in idle chatter with her just like she was perfectly ordinary looking. Sure, he glanced at her chest from time to time, but Brenda could see by occasionally peeking at his shorts that he wasn't even getting aroused. He certainly would have, had it not been for all the powerful climaxes he'd been having lately.

Brenda was used to seeing erections sprout up like mushrooms wherever she went. It was almost comical when she strolled through a public place like a shopping center to see the men visibly double over or clutch at their groins as she went by. The few times Brenda hadn't gotten a reaction from a man, she'd assumed the man had to be gay. But she knew for certain that Alan wasn't gay and in fact was said to be quite a sexual Lothario.

She'd long told herself that she wanted to be treated just like everyone else. But just like the week before, when it actually happened she was at a complete loss. Quick tempered, she turned the discussion to politics just so she'd have an excuse to get angry at him. She didn't actually follow politics, but whatever Alan said, she claimed the opposite. She was working herself into a full lather when Suzanne's arrival from next door cooled things down again.

Brenda had been feeling awkward in wearing such a bold outfit, but she felt much better after Susan and Katherine came downstairs too and she saw what the other three were wearing. Knowing that Ron wouldn't be home till late, they all dressed to the nines.

Suzanne had the largest, sexiest, and most expensive clothes collection. She also had the least to fear if Ron came home early, and she was determined not to be outdone by Brenda. She'd worn a cloak until everyone had gathered together, and then she undid the cloak to reveal herself to maximum effect.

Everyone else's jaws dropped in near comic-book style. They saw that Suzanne wasn't so much wearing a dress as she was a long toga-like piece of cloth loosely draped about her. The fabric was very expensive, blending from a dark blue to a dark green like different shades of ocean water. It was carefully taped in several strategic spots, or else she would have been frequently flashing both her nipples and pussy as she walked. In deference to Brenda, she also wore a thong to make sure certain areas got at least some coverage.

Brenda was pissed off because she saw a big bulge rise in Alan's shorts within seconds of Suzanne's unveiling. To make matters worse, he was repeatedly yawning and within minutes he announced that he was going back to his room to take a nap.

Such lack of interest towards Brenda was completely unheard of. Despite him being standoffish the week before, she fully expected he'd been eating out of her hand this time, fawning over her and bringing her drinks in an attempt to impress.

Instead, a nap was more appealing.

Brenda had to fight not to completely blow her top. Luckily the card game got going quickly and that diverted her attention.

However, Brenda couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Once the game was proceeding nicely, she turned the conversation towards Alan. She hoped to find out something about him that would explain his seemingly inexplicable lack of interest. She had run into men who were turned off by overly large breasts, but this was rarely a problem because she had a mother-watering body from head to toe. Even men who were attracted solely to slim and girlish figures were taken by her cute, baby-like face. Besides, she'd heard that Alan was a "tit man." So she was stumped and annoyed.

The others were quite happy to discuss Alan and soon Brenda found out about his classes, his friends, his hobbies, and more.

But she didn't care much about that. So eventually, she said, "You know, it's a shame. He's such a handsome kid. It's too bad he has such a low sex drive."

She was going to say more but couldn't because the others burst into uproarious laughter.

Susan eventually calmed down enough to say, "Whatever gives you THAT idea?"

"What? What did I say? I just got the sense from being here last week and then again this week that he doesn't find me attractive. I don't want to sound all full of myself but when that happens I have to assume it's them and not me."

Suzanne said, "I think I can speak for everyone here when I say you couldn't be more wrong. Alan is as red-blooded and horny as any boy his age." She didn't want to say more for fear of revealing secrets.

However, Susan added, "Alan's got a bit of a problem. A medical problem. Promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you?"

"I promise."

"He's an insatiable sex machine. He has to ejaculate many times a day or he's left in pain. Four, five, six, seven times a day. That's normal for him."

"Oh, how horrible," Brenda sympathized. Then her suspiciousness came back and went up a notch. "But wait. You're not inviting me here just so I'll sleep with him or something like that, are you? I thought we were real friends!"

Suzanne replied, "Believe you me, no one wants you to sleep with Alan. He's got more than enough women eager to help him out. In fact, you might make a few of those women angry if you did that. Besides, as you point out, he doesn't seem particularly interested in you. Can we just get back to playing cards?"

But Brenda was puzzled and wouldn't let the topic go. "But why are so many women eager to sleep with him? He's handsome I'll grant, but he's no Brad Pitt. He seems like a pretty normal teenager to me."

Susan butted in. "Why sleep with him? Why NOT sleep with him? He's perfect," she said dreamily, like someone deeply in love and lust. "He's smart, mature, good hearted, funny, understanding, giving, and as Suzanne mentioned, sexually insatiable."

"Not to mention his package," Katherine added in the same adoring and lusty tones. "So hard and long! And it just stays hard forever."

Both Susan and Suzanne looked at her funny, so she said, "What? Can't I look? I know I'm his sister, but how could I not notice something like that?"

"She's right," Susan agreed emphatically. "But what about the yummy taste of his cum? How can you leave that out?" She was saying more than she should, because too many glasses of wine had made her careless.

"Now wait just a minute!" said an increasingly freaked out Brenda. "Susan, you're his mother. Don't tell me you've tasted his cum! You say he's so sexually insatiable - please don't tell me any of you have had sex with him! This topic is so gross! I'm appalled!"

"No, of course not!" said Susan, convincingly faking indignation. "We haven't done that. Of course, Suzanne helps him out a lot, but she limits herself to blowjobs. She is married after all. I only help him out with occasional handjobs, and Katherine helps with visual stimulation. You know, looking sexy."

Susan realized she'd accidentally said too much again.

Brenda was incredulous. "What?! Handjobs?! That's ... that's... incest! Isn't it?"

Susan realized she'd said too much, and tried her best to limit the damage. "No it isn't. For one thing, remember that both Alan and Katherine are adopted. In any case, we've actually seen the doctor about this, and he says it's something we have to do. Owing to the fact that we live with him, and sometimes his need for relief is immediate and severe, there really is no other choice. I admit it's quite strange, and actually none of us have even told my husband about it. So I hope you won't tell a soul about this. We're really putting our trust in you. But I'm afraid it's what we have to do. We have no choice."

Brenda was still fairly blown away, and thought of her only child, a boy almost the same age as Alan. "God, that's so bizarre. I can't even imagine what it would be like to have to jack off my own son Adrian." Brenda stared, lost in thought for a few moments, and then shook herself out of it. "Whoa. Don't even make me think about it! Let's go back to playing cards."

Susan was offended that Brenda thought her so weird. "Oh, come on, it's not THAT bizarre. Jacking off your son is just like jacking anybody else off. Practically. After a while you can even come to enjoy it. Okay, I'll admit, you can even love it." She again grew dreamy eyed and horny, which happened lately pretty much any time she thought about Alan's penis. "But is that so wrong, having a little fun when you're just doing what the doctor has told you to do?"

If anything, Brenda was looking even more aghast at Susan, so Susan added, "Oh, don't act so high and mighty. I was like that too, and even now I keep grappling with the issue. It's a tough issue. If you would have asked me a few days ago I might have given you a different response, but now I know not to be the first to throw stones. If he has this medical problem, don't you think it's my responsibility as a mother to help him ease his pain? I'll bet that if the doctor ordered you to jack off your son several times a day, you'd do it, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd come to love it before too long too. Or would you rather see your son suffer?"

Brenda was troubled. "Several times a day? Having to caress my son's penis? Why the very thought, why it's just ... I don't know ... disgusting." But she said this last word more out of social obligation. She actually was getting very turned on by the talk, and especially at the idea of having to jack off her own son. She tried to act scandalized, but the others could see the arousal in her face.

Suzanne was worried they could push Brenda too far too fast, so she said, "So anyway, that's our dirty little secret around here. Please keep it under your hat, okay?"

Brenda nodded.

Suzanne continued, "Now let's get back to playing cards. I could sit around and discuss Alan's penis all day long, but he's in his bedroom and liable to come out here again before long. Not to mention if your husband comes home, Susan. Let's not take all year here."

So they went back to playing cards. The situation quickly returned to normal, and before long Brenda was having a great time again.

About half an hour later, Alan walked in on the game, still groggy from his nap. While he didn't join in, he sat around and talked to them as they played. It was obvious though that the real reason he lingered was to meet Brenda and scope out her fantastic looks. He was surprisingly indiscreet because he was so tired. He simply bored his eyes into her chest.

After a few minutes, Suzanne said, "Brenda, look what you did!" She pointed to Alan's crotch where there was a huge bulge. In fact it had been that way ever since he'd walked into the room.

Brenda stammered, "I did? But I don't..." She was upset at being treated like a sex object, even though it happened to her all the time. She was bewildered. Before, Alan had been uninterested in her, and now he was like a hungry wolf. She'd been upset at the lack of attention, and now she was bothered that he was attracted to her. She didn't know what she wanted from him any more.

Suzanne reassured her. "Don't worry. That's good. He needs to be frequently relieved of his fluids. Like Susan said, you almost have to think of it as a medical duty." She turned to Alan. "How are you doing, Sweetie?"

Alan answered, "I'm enjoying hanging out with you all, but I'll admit it would be good to get some relief. Sorry Brenda for our vulgar talk."

Susan said, "That's okay, Tiger. Brenda understands the situation. Suzanne, would you be willing to help Alan with his problem? I'll allow it this time. We can take a short break while you're gone. I have to heat up some snacks for us to eat, anyway."

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Would I be willing? You know I love it. Come on, my Sweetie, are you ready for a big and sloppy blowjob?"

Alan just nodded a bit sheepishly.

Brenda saw Suzanne ostentatiously lick her lips and was shocked at the sheer length of her tongue, not to mention the lewdness of the gesture.

Alan hurried out of the room with Suzanne.

Katherine remained quiet, but under the table she clenched her hands in frustration that she wasn't able to be in Suzanne's shoes.

Susan sat and watched them go, then poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking out loud, she sighed and said, "Suzanne's so lucky. I just loooove giving that boy a nice blowjob. The taste of his cum. ... Oh! It's just too much!"

Brenda said to Susan accusingly, "Hey! I thought you said you didn't do blowjobs!"

Susan looked down at her feet guiltily.

Brenda heated up even more. "I thought so! You tricked me! You all tricked me! I thought you were my friends, but you only want me for my body! I'm outta here!" She stood up and glared at them all with intense anger.

Katherine stepped in to rescue the situation, since Susan seemed to be digging herself into a deeper hole with every new comment and the suave Suzanne wasn't around.

"Calm down Brenda," she said a cool and collected voice. "What Suzanne said earlier is true. The last thing we want is for you to do anything sexually with Alan. You'd just take away opportunities from the others. Yes, we've lied to you on a few things, but that's only because these are things one doesn't normally tell people. Do you think Susan says to her friends, 'Boy, I sure gave my son a great blowjob this morning?' Of course not! In fact, you should be flattered that we've been so honest with you. That shows how quickly we've all become friends. You're about the only one we've told, actually."

"Hrmph," Brenda fumed, but she was calming down. "Then tell me the whole truth. What exactly do you all do to Alan, and why are you telling me this?"

Katherine explained, "Susan has laid down some strict rules, and we all have to obey them. The rules differ for each person. I just try to inspire Alan by dressing sexily. For instance, look at this dress."

Katherine stood up and moved away from the table to model her outfit. She even waved her hands over herself, like a car room show girl. It was a white dress that barely clung to her midsection, much like a wrap-around towel. It looked like her nipples were only covered by two flaps of cloth that could blow open at any time, but in fact they were taped down. She asked Brenda, "What do you think?"

Brenda replied, "I must admit, you look good. And you dress like that to help inspire your own brother to cum?"

"You got it. It's very important that he expels large quantities of cum all throughout the day. I can only hope that this dress helped play a part in that bulge he got, the one that's Suzanne's taking care of right now. Who knows, maybe the way you look helped as well. This is a team effort and we all have our roles. In fact, Suzanne gets bonus points here because this is her dress that I'm borrowing."

Brenda griped, "But the incest! I don't mind some sexy clothing, but what Susan is doing..." Her anger was slowly passing.

Katherine further explained as she continued to lie about her real role, "I don't touch Alan, I just inspire. Susan gives Alan a blowjob once a week, on the nurse's orders. Really. It's complicated explaining why that's necessary, but it is. And that's it, as far as the so-called incest goes. Suzanne does more, since she's not family. The reason we're telling you is because I think we all feel a natural bond with you." She returned to the table and sat down.

Susan added, "Please, Brenda, don't be mad at us. This is all very embarrassing. I was saying to Suzanne that we big-breasted women have to stick together. No one else can really understand or sympathize what our situation is like. Plus, we're having a great time playing cards. I really like you. We all do. But if you're going to be around this house a lot with future card games, you have to understand what goes on here."

She paused, and then added, "I hate to be immodest, but look at my daughter and I. Then there's Suzanne, and her daughter Amy, whom you've met. Does Alan really need you for stimulation or help? No. We've got it covered. You being here is just the icing on the cake. We have the Alan situation all taken care of. We only invited you here to play cards. None of this would have come out in the first place except you kept asking all kinds of leading questions about his sex life."

Brenda's anger was spent. "All right. Good point. This is one house where I don't have to be the spectacle, and I do appreciate that. I'm sorry for getting angry and I'm sorry too for prying about him. It's just that I often jump to conclusions, and I have to be careful of people taking advantage of me. Let's play cards, and meanwhile you can tell me more about what you all do with Alan and how these rules work and why. I'll try to be more sympathetic. But I don't like people staring at me like Alan did, even if it's for a good cause, whatever that means."

There was a pause, and then she couldn't help asking more. "How many times a day does Suzanne help? And why on Earth does the doctor make you, his mother for God's sake, give him a blowjob?"

Susan explained much to Brenda; because of her wine perhaps she explained more than was prudent. The discussion continued until Alan and Suzanne returned to the living room.

Alan watched the others play cards until the card game finally came to an end after about three hours of playing. They would have liked to have kept going but finally had to stop because Ron was expected home from the office going away party. None of them, especially Susan, wanted to be seen by Ron in such sexy garb.

But before Brenda left, she got a chance to talk with Alan for a longer time, and found him a surprisingly mature and interesting person for his age. He did stare at her body from time to time, but she welcomed his attention and in fact tried to encourage it. It was the way he'd ignored her earlier that deeply bothered her.

Brenda had a great time despite the weird sexual revelations, and she kept secret the details they told her. She eagerly looked forward to their next game just as much as she did the last time. And despite her earlier protestations, as she left she announced that next time she'd dress a little bit sexier if that would help Alan with his stimulation problem.

Suzanne helpfully suggested that Brenda wear high-heeled shoes next time. "It's practically the required dress code around here," she said as she pointed to all the women's heel-clad feet. "And Ron will be long gone by next week, so feel free to wear something really sexy."

Brenda had thought of Alan as just another teenager, but now she looked at him in a whole new light. Later, back at home, she recalled him eating her up with his eyes, and she imagined his mother Susan jacking off a huge penis. Then her thoughts turned to having to do the same with her own son Adrian, who was like Alan in many ways, though a good deal younger. She found herself getting extremely horny against her will, and banished these new and forbidden thoughts out of her head.

Later that evening, Susan came to Alan's room late at night to give him another goodnight kiss. Unable to trust herself, especially since Ron was back home and lying in bed by this time, she entered his room very thoroughly dressed.

She said, "Tiger, I know I've been giving you mixed signals. I'm very confused myself. But just wait until Ron leaves and then we'll sort this all out, okay? We can have a good talk then. But right now it's just too awkward."

"Okay. Believe me, I've been counting the days."

Susan leaned in and kissed Alan even as he was saying this.

Then they repeatedly kissed each other on the cheeks and nose, just as they did before. But that was all. Their mouths never touched.

Susan got up, blew another kiss at the door, and left.  

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Oct. 31)

Early in the morning, just before sunrise, Susan lay in bed having an erotic dream about Alan. This had become very commonplace in the past couple of weeks, pretty much from the first medical appointment with Akami. She didn't remember her dreams every night, but when she did it seemed they were always erotic and always starring Alan.

This dream was different though, because Ron was involved and because at first she had no idea she was dreaming. The dream started with her waking up in her bed, exactly as she would have done in real life.

A knock on her bedroom door woke her up. Then she heard Alan's voice through the door. "Mom? You up? It's me."

This was extremely unusual. Alan hadn't knocked on her door in the middle of the night since he was about five and needed comforting after bad nightmares.

Susan looked over and saw Ron still lying on his side of their big bed, still snoring. She said just loudly for Alan to hear but hopefully not loudly enough for Ron to wake, "I am now."

"Can I come in?"

"I suppose." The annoyance was obvious in her voice.

Alan opened the door. He was wearing baggy pajamas (as were both Ron and Susan). He closed the door behind him and walked up next to Susan while keeping the light turned off. He whispered, "Sorry Mom, for waking you, but I just had to. I'm so afraid! I had the most terrible nightmare!"

Susan felt a strange sense of deja vu. Indeed, it had been well over a dozen years since this had happened and yet in another way it seemed just like yesterday. Back when he was a toddler and woke up from a bad nightmare, he would rush into Susan's room and jump right into the space between Susan and Ron. Feeling safe, he would soon settle down and go to sleep. Even back then Ron was traveling more often than not, which meant that usually only Susan was there. But Katherine did the same thing, and very often they would have nightmares on the same night, for instance after both of them had watched a scary TV show. Oftentimes the three of them would end up sleeping together - not close enough to touch, but close enough to each other to feel safe.

As Susan recalled those memories, she realized just how much she missed those years. Back then, she felt free to hug and kiss her children many times during the course of the day, and both of them didn't hesitate to say "I love you, Mommy!" frequently and run to her for hugs. She didn't know when she stopped encouraging the physical affection, but even casual hugs nearly completely ceased by the time both of them had been in elementary school for a couple of years. That fact made her feel very sad.

So, in a powerfully nostalgic mood, she looked up at Alan's silhouette as he stood there in the darkness and said, "That's okay. What can I do to help?"

Alan looked shy and embarrassed as he said, "I know this sounds silly, but can I get in bed between you and Father until I get rid of these heebie-jeebies? I'm totally freaked out!"

She smiled. "You are a bit bigger, but sure. Hop in." Technically, Susan and Ron slept in separate beds, but they were flush together. One large bedspread covered them both, but beneath that they had their own sheets and blankets. Susan pulled down the sheets on her side of the crack between the two beds, inviting Alan to lie there.

He immediately took up the invitation, but not before pulling off his pajamas and dropping them on the floor. Suddenly, a very hard erection was in view.

Just as suddenly, Susan started to think that allowing Alan into her bed was a very bad idea. As he gently and quietly scrambled up the middle of the two beds, Susan exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Tiger! Why are you taking your pajamas off?!"

"Sorry, Mom, but that's how I sleep now. I can't sleep in pajamas any more. There's just no way." As he talked, he ducked under the covers and lay down right next to his mother.

"But Son! I thought you said you were scared!"

"But I am! Terrified! Thank God you're here." He scooted up closer to her in the bed, his front side cuddling right up to her front side. That put his bare chest right up to her unavoidably large breasts.

She was so scandalized that she froze in place. She was thankful at least that she was wearing her nightgown, but in a way that was worse because it was made of satin and the feel of her son rubbing against her silky curves felt even more delightful than if it was skin to skin.

She held her breath for a long time, fearful of what he might do next. But finally he seemed to settle down and then stopped moving altogether. She exhaled with relief. She considered the situation and decided that all in all it wasn't that terrible. True, he was naked and her nipples were pressed into his chest. She hoped that the nightgown was thick enough to disguise from him just how erect her nipples were. But aside from that, their bodies weren't touching much except for some incidental leg contact. He seemed to go out of his way to bend in such a way that his erection wouldn't poke into her.

She whispered, "Tiger, you're not five years old any more, you know. It's not exactly appropriate for a boy your age to lay here like you are, especially without your pajamas."

He whispered back, "I know, Mom, I'm sorry. But in the nightmare there were robbers breaking into the house and it was all so real and scary!"

"Well, that does sound pretty terrible. But you can only stay here for a little while, until you calm down, okay? Then it's right back to your bed. If Ron were to wake up right now, he'd have a hissy fit!"

"Okay, Mom. Sorry." Both of them briefly looked at Ron, Alan craning his neck around to do so. Though the room was dark, they could see his chest rising up and down under his covers and hear a steady snoring. Clearly, he was deep asleep.

While Ron was partly turned the other way, Susan attempted to scoot away from Alan while he was distracted.

But the move backfired. He ended up scooting in closer, and now she was at the edge of the bed and didn't have any more free space. He said, "Don't worry, it'll be alright. I won't be long. In fact, I feel better already. But do you remember how you'd comfort me when I was really small?"

"Alan!" Susan nearly shouted. Had it not been for Ron being right there, she most certainly would have shouted, because her nightgown had a tie right over her cleavage and while he was talking, Alan had found it and untied it.

Acting fast, he pulled the front of her nightgown open, exposing her breasts, and then dropped his head down to her bountiful charms. His mouth latched onto her left nipple and he started to suckle.

She exclaimed, in an urgent but much quieter voice, "Alan, what are you doing?!"

He was too intent on suckling to answer.

So, after a brief pause, she continued, "How can you remember that? I stopped nursing you before you were two!" (In reality, Susan hadn't nursed Alan at all. But in her dream world she had, and in fact in that world he wasn't adopted at all.)

Alan still didn't answer. He just contentedly suckled like a newborn babe.

Susan fidgeted about, and even tried to push him away some, but her heart wasn't in it. She felt something primal about having him suckle at her breast and she just couldn't deny him that.

Milk soon began to flow, which would have been a miracle in reality but seemed normal and even expected in the dream.

Susan knew as a faithful wife and responsible mother she had to do something or say something. But her nipples were her greatest weakness - any fondling of them or her breasts in general got her hot, and fast. Within seconds of him starting to suckle on them, she felt a lusty heat rising up within her. There seemed to be a direct line between her nipples and her clit and pussy. The more his lips nursed her, the more she started to leak down below.

Soon the room was fragrant with the smell of her pussy juices. Her big breasts rose up and down with Alan's face on them like a ship riding the ocean waves. She felt a deep contentment as the milk flowed into her son's mouth.

After a couple of minutes, Alan switched to the right nipple even though he hadn't exhausted all the milk from the left nipple. As he did so, he left a supporting hand on her left breast. It soon became a fondling hand.

Susan had been quiet, afraid of even whispering for fear of waking her husband. But now she said in a nearly inaudible voice, "Tiger, you can't do that! That's too sexual! What if Ron wakes up?!"

Alan though still didn't answer. He just kept on suckling and playing with her breasts. In fact, both of his hands were wandering and exploring. He also scooted in closer, causing his now throbbing and insistent erection to press up against one of Susan's thighs.

She quietly gasped as she felt the hot shaft of flesh against her cool skin. A few minutes earlier, it would have pressed against her nightgown, but as Alan's hands wandered they had a habit of pulling on her nightgown and exposing more and more of her voluptuous body. Now the nightgown was bunched up around her middle.

But even that wasn't enough for him. He continued to undo the nightgown until it was open from top to bottom and then he pulled it out from under the sheets and tossed it onto the floor.

"Alan!" she hissed. "Have you gone mad?!"

He finally pulled away to speak. He wiped off the milk dribbling down his chin, looked into her eyes lovingly, and said, "No, Mom. It's just that you're so beautiful. I just can't resist looking at your breathtakingly beautiful body." With that, he pulled down the sheets and blankets on Susan's half of the double bed until the lay in a useless heap around their feet and ankles. Then he went right back to fondling and suckling on her breasts.

Both of them had completely forgotten about his nightmare, if indeed he ever had one.

Susan looked down at her exposed nudity, then at her son's big hard-on poking into her inner thigh, then finally over to Ron where he was still blissfully snoring away. She was so turned on that she wanted to scream for joy. She knew what her son was doing to her was wrong, horribly wrong, but it felt so fantastic that she was completely helpless to stop it. The fear that her husband could wake up and discover her at any second made it all that much more deliciously sinful and exciting.

She thought, I've never felt so alive! My son is such a MAN! He just takes what he wants, and right now what he wants is his busty mommy! He doesn't care that Ron is right here; he knows that Mommy is slave to his cock anytime, anywhere! Besides, Ron cheated on me, so why should I care what he thinks? Isn't it time that I start to live for myself? But still, it's so cruel. If the tables were turned, I would just die. I really have to stop this! I need to somehow lure my studly and virile son out of the room.

She grabbed his erection and began stroking it. She whispered, "Tiger, I'll bet all that suckling and playing with your mommy's big titties has made you nice and hard. I'll bet your balls could use a thorough draining."

Alan just murmured as he suckled, "Mmmm-hmmm."

She raised her head briefly to make sure Ron's eyes were still closed. Comforted by his continued light snoring, she said, "Mommy would love to give your big, thick sperm-filled meat a nice suck. It's so hot and hard! Mmmm! Mommy can't wait to get it into her mouth! But not here! It would be too noisy and messy. Let's go to your room right now and have lots of fun. How does that sound?"

Alan disengaged. "Great, Mom." But instead of making a move off the bed, he straddled himself over her and climbed up her body until his long, stiff dick was dangling right over her mouth.

She hissed with renewed fear, "No, baby! Not here! I said in your room!"

But he seemed not to hear her.

Aroused beyond comprehension, she finally gave up all resistance. Her mouth had been firmly shut, but she opened her mouth wide and let him feed inch after inch of hot cock into her mouth.

Normally when Alan got a blowjob, he was so happy that he was content just to stand there and enjoy it. But this dream Alan was much more aggressive than the real world Alan. Kneeling over her, he began thrusting his hips vigorously, effectively fucking her face. Meanwhile, he steadied himself by gasping her breasts, somehow managing to knead them despite his increasingly wild thrusting.

Susan was humiliated, but even more aroused than before. She didn't know if she was technically climaxing or not, but every passing second she felt better than she did during the best orgasm and the waves of pleasure simply never stopped. Her son kept fucking her face minute after minute after minute like an unstoppable fucking machine.

My God! I love it! My son is fucking my face in my wedding bed with my husband sleeping right next to me, and I love it! It's so wrong. I'm going to go to Hell for this, but I don't care! I just hope Ron doesn't wake up, but Alan is shaking around so violently and I'm moaning so loudly that how could anyone sleep through this?! It's just a matter of time now before he discovers everything!

Then Ron will know! He'll know that I've been completely tamed by my son's cock! Mommy's just a naked, big-titted, lactating, cocksucking son-slut, Ron! Sorry 'bout that! Heh-heh! I'm evil! Pure evil! But I just can't resist these eight inches of sinful bliss!

By now, Alan was practically standing on the bed, shaking it so much that it rocked back and forth like a major earthquake was hitting the room. And Susan was completely unrestrained in her moaning. Had it not been that her mouth was stuffed full with juicy thick cock, she would have been screaming to the heavens.

She hadn't looked Ron's way for a long time for fear of what she might see there, plus she couldn't turn her head given the way Alan was rhythmically plunging in and out of it. But she finally looked over out of the corner of one eye, fully expecting to see him sitting up, crying and horrified. To her surprise, he was awake, but he wasn't paying her or Alan the slightest attention. Instead, he was on top of a slim and petite Thai woman and was rutting into her just as intently as Alan was fucking Susan's face.

Susan was shocked and appalled. Despite her own actions, she felt a great anger burning inside. Jealous and humiliated, she started flailing her arms about, to no use. As she began pounding on Alan, trying to get him to stop, she felt the dream slipping away. Only then did she realize that in fact it was a dream.

Suddenly, there she was, wide awake with her heart pounding madly in her own bed. There was no sign of Alan anywhere, and her nightgown was still on. Needless to say, Ron was still asleep and there wasn't any Thai woman to be seen.

She sat up in the darkness. A dream! Only a dream! Thank the Lord! Praise Jesus! Oh my God!

She just sat there for a few minutes, recovering.

Eventually, she calmed down enough to begin seriously thinking about the dream. That was the most disturbing nightmare of my life! True, it was unbelievably arousing. It was like one endless multiple orgasm. But it was SO WRONG! If nothing else, all the horrifying Oedipal implications of Alan just TAKING me like that while Ron was sleeping! I don't even want to think about it. Ron must never know! Never, ever, ever! Alan must never know too! Even Suzanne can't know. I can't tell anyone! It's my secret shame.

After an hour or more of tossing and turning, Susan finally fell back to sleep. When she woke, she went through her morning routine in a daze until Ron, Katherine, and Alan were all safely away. She felt like they all could read her minds, but of course they remained completely oblivious about what was bothering her, though it was obviously apparent that something was bothering her.

Ron guessed it was a nightmare since she'd gone to sleep perfectly happy and awoke next to him quite agitated. But he didn't have time to ask her about it before he hurried off to work.

As usual, shortly after the others had gone, Suzanne came over to do her morning exercises with Susan.

Susan's resolve not to tell Suzanne about the dream lasted five minutes at the most. As soon as Suzanne walked through the door, Susan rushed up to her and began crying in her arms. She bawled so passionately and so long that she had no choice but to explain to Suzanne what set her off. Other people could have lied their way out of it or made up some feeble excuse, but Susan was too honest and relied upon Suzanne's help and guidance too much. She blurted out the entire dream as best as she could recall, crying the entire time.

She felt a lot better after unloading her burden. She felt even better after Suzanne began to decipher the dream.

Suzanne said, "Susan, that is a pretty weird dream, I have to admit. But it's just a dream! Just a dream! People dream all kinds of strange things, and it means nothing. Frankly, I'm not surprised in the least."

"You're not? You think I'm some kind of horrible, sinful freak?"

Suzanne laughed. "Hardly. I think you're a lovely, loving person. No, what I mean is, the medical help you've been giving Alan has been weighing heavily on your mind. You've been forced to think about your rather unusual treatment of him quite a lot. At the same time, Ron has been here and you were hit with this huge bombshell about him cheating on you. It's only natural that with these two things dominating your thinking, you'd have a dream that encompassed both. If you, say, were mugged at gunpoint and then had a grandmother die a couple of days later, don't you think you'd have dreams about one or the other event, and sometimes both?"

"Probably," Susan admitted, nervously twirling her thumbs.

"Of course you would! For days and days and days. You might dream about your grandmother getting shot during a mugging or something like that. That's how the mind works. There are absolutely NO disturbing Freudian or Oedipal implications to this dream whatsoever. None. It's just pure coincidence to have dreams about Alan's treatment and Ron's cheating intersect like that."

"Really?!"

"Absolutely! Now, obviously, I wouldn't ever go and tell Ron or Alan about it. You're wise not to do that. Sometimes people misunderstand things like this and not a lot of people have taken a class on dreams in college like I did. But I say, put it completely out of your mind because it has no meaning whatsoever. On a different note, I've heard they have a big sale going on at Macy's. I say we go there right now and check it out!"

"But what about our exercises?"

"We'll do those later. If we go now, we'll avoid the crowds." Suzanne knew Susan often ruminated during her exercises but a shopping trip would distract her more and help her forget the dream faster.

It took some time and effort, but by noon or thereabouts Suzanne had managed to put Susan's dream almost entirely out of her mind. In fact, as the day went on, the details of the dream grew increasingly fuzzy the way dreams usually do. Within hours, she could only remember a hazy outline because Suzanne kept her so distracted that she didn't have any time to go over the dream in her mind. In fact, Suzanne ended up remembering the dream far better than Susan did, because of the way dream memories fade unless one does something like regularly keep a dream journal.

However, Susan felt a lingering sense of guilt and unease that not even Suzanne could wash away. The details of the dream were gone, but the emotional impact was still there. Susan vowed to herself to avoid all sexual contact with Alan at least for the next few days until she could get her head together.

CHAPTER 7

Finally, the time came near for Ron to leave. He was scheduled to fly back to Asia at 8:05 in the evening. Given the need to be at the airport two hours in advance, plus travel there, last minute contingencies, and so on, Alan and Katherine were told to be home from their S-Club meeting by five o'clock. With school ending at three o'clock, that gave them less than two hours for another ménage a trois at Kim's house under the cover of the S-Club meeting.

At school, Alan only had his usual five minute talk with Glory during lunch, as he had on Tuesday. They were trying to get physical with each o