CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 1)

Alan looked up first. He grabbed his sister by the hair and said, "Uh-oh, we're busted." It was their mother.

Alan saw that Susan looked more angry than shocked, which caused him to guess she wasn't entirely surprised about what they were doing. She probably had failed to knock or call our names on purpose, he deduced.

The three of them froze, silently staring at each other.

Words failed Susan. What is a mother supposed to say when she catches her daughter sucking her son's penis? Especially when her anger is mostly because she wants to be the one doing it instead? I've been bursting at the seams waiting for Amy to leave, and I was so ready to do something fun with my cutie Tiger. Instead, I find this!

She was pissed off and hurt, especially at Alan for favoring Katherine over her.

Katherine turned her head and looked up with big surprised eyes, but she instinctively and unthinkingly kept sucking on the tasty erection in her mouth. She was too close to getting a nice load to stop.

Alan knew he was right on the verge and clenched his PC muscle with all his might to stave off orgasm.

"Angel, take that thing out of your mouth!" Susan finally cried.

Katherine quickly complied and pulled his penis out of her mouth with both hands. Susan could go months without raising her voice, but Katherine belatedly remembered how angry Susan could get when she did get mad. Nothing was worth that.

"I'd baked you some cookies just to be nice, and I find ... this! As soon as Amy is out the door, you're on each other like, like, dogs in heat!" Susan stammered.

Alan thought quickly. This could have been a lot worse. Katherine isn't doing anything that Suzanne or my mom hasn't done to me already. Lucky Katherine wasn't fingering herself too, or I wasn't shooting all over Amy, or... A lot of naughty possibilities flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked with false naiveté. "Katherine is helping to stimulate me to orgasm. Isn't that okay, now that Father is gone?"

"No, it's not okay!" said Susan huffily, her hand still on the doorknob. "We never discussed this! We never discussed if your sister... If she..."

Words failed Susan completely, but then she started again, "Katherine, you're grounded! You shouldn't have done this without discussing it with me first! Who knows what kind of unholy and sinful things could happen between you two if you don't use some sense! No leaving this house for a week, my so-called Angel, except straight to school and back!"

"But Moooooom!" Katherine whined. Her hands were still grasping Alan's penis. Amazingly, he was still erect despite the interruption. Even more remarkably, Katherine's hands found themselves stroking him again. She didn't plan it or even realize it was happening - it was just an automatic response now. When she had her brother's penis in her hands, she naturally stroked it.

"Why is it I get punished and not Alan?" she asked.

"Because his, uh, manhood has very great needs. He's a terribly cum-filled boy. He has to cum so often that he's desperate for stimulation. He's burdened enough trying to find new ways to get rid of all that nasty cum. You're the one that has to have most of the restraint."

"That's so unfair," Katherine grumped.

"Hey, don't try to sidetrack me by making this about Alan. Are you clear on your punishment?"

Katherine was, but as she thought about the ramifications she asked, "What about the S-Club? What about cheerleading for the football game?" She was particularly interested in not missing a single S-Club meeting, given that they were actually orgies with Kim and Alan.

"Nothing that school doesn't require! Now go to your room!"

"Okay, Mom," Katherine replied forlornly, but she delayed. Even after all this, she still had Alan's pulsing penis in her hands, and it felt too nice to let go. It was like being forced to get out of a toasty warm bed on a cold winter's morning. But more than that, both she and Alan were so close to climax that to stop them was like trying to stop a runaway train on the head of a dime.

Katherine was still in such an erotic fog despite being lectured to that Susan's words were only half registering. She tried to look at Susan and pay attention, but her horny mind was distracted by Susan's risqué clothing, not to mention the hot piece of meat that her hands subtly stroked.

Susan was now wearing a nightie. It was another newly purchased one that drew attention to her pussy because the skirt failed to cover it up.

Katherine giggled, and asked without thinking, "You're wearing a nightgown?"

Susan blushed slightly, aware that she looked silly since it was still hours before she planned to go to bed. In fact, it wasn't even time for dinner yet. She'd expected to find Alan alone and wanted to tempt him. She said while nervously coughing and looking away, "Um, yes. The, uh, dress policy is back to how it was before Ron arrived. Now go."

But still Katherine didn't go.

Susan's eyes dropped to her daughter's hands. The hands nearly covered Alan's erection, so it was a bit hard to see what exactly was happening, but Susan could now see how her daughter's hands were clenching and flexing, exciting Alan even without making overt, long strokes. "Angel, what are you doing there? Stop that stroking this instant! I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Yeah, Sis, please stop!" Alan pleaded. "I can't hold it!" He was fighting for dear life to hold back, but his penis was already past the point of no return.

Susan nearly yelled while she watched his hips start to buckle as he lost control, "Mister, you'd better hold that load in! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, and this is no time to go and-"

"Aaah!" Alan screamed. "No good! I'm losing it!"

His penis trembled and shook in Katherine's hands, like a volcano about to erupt.

Susan, still with her hand on the doorknob, gaped in shock as she stared at what would inevitably happen next. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open, making her look even more amazed than when she'd first burst into the room.

Katherine was still sitting between Alan's legs, and her face was mere inches from the tip of his penis. So there was only one thing that could happen: his cum shot out the tip of his penis like water bursting through a crack in a dam. She closed her eyes and braced to get sprayed by his warm ropes.

His penis was already extremely wet with pre-cum, and Katherine's hands now slithered in excitement up and down his slippery rod. She figured, whether Susan was watching or not, as long as this was happening she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Occasionally, her sliding hands went over the penis head, diverting the blast momentarily from her face into her wet hands.

But overall, most of Alan's cum landed squarely in the middle of Katherine's face. It was a good thing her eyes were closed, because her cheeks, eye sockets, nose, and eyebrows took most of the spray.

When it was over, Katherine was afraid to open her eyes for fear of some cum dripping into her eyes. She was also afraid to see Susan's disapproving face. Thoroughly addicted to the taste of Alan's cum already, she had a strong desire to lick her face and stuff her mouth full of his jizz. But she felt ostentatious licking would only get her in more trouble - she'd already pushed her luck way too far.

However, it turned out that there was so much cum around her nose that some of it ran in rivulets right into her mouth. She delightfully lolled fresh gobs of cum on her tongue to the ignorance of her mother.

Susan though, was livid. "KATHERINE! Into your room! NOW! I've never seen such insolence in this family! I'm hurt! Shocked! Go before I fly completely off the handle! And clean yourself off, for crying out loud!"

Susan finally let go of the doorknob so Katherine could leave. Her eyes shot daggers at Katherine as her daughter tried to go past, but the effect was lost since Katherine couldn't see.

Katherine fled the room with her eyes still closed. She couldn't ever remember seeing her mother so cross. She had no chance to pick up her clothes from the floor as she couldn't see them, and just left them there in her hurry to get away. She bumped into walls as she blindly made her way across the hall.

Back in her room, Katherine planned to properly clean her face off: one hand would scoop cum into her mouth and the other would be deep up her pussy. She figured she might as well enjoy the experience while she still had the chance. She imagined it would be the last time for a while that she'd get the chance to taste Alan's cum, at least when in her own house.

Susan now focused her anger on Alan and crossed his bedroom to stand right before him.

CHAPTER 2

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant ropes. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at a steaming Susan.

Somehow he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit of crossing her arms underneath her tits and made them push out, as she was doing now. But mostly it was her face, flush and intense. He figured that if he held onto his penis, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted doing. So he decided to physically steer clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now assaulting him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I ANGRY!"

Alan knew that when Susan called him by his first and last name, that was a very bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was almost unprecedented.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. It's like, you can't stop these things once they get started. The body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your 'body.' You mean THAT." She pointed at his half-erect penis. "As usual, that's the source of all our troubles lately. Your member has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! It's like what you were just saying to Katherine, how I have great needs. The doctor said I have to climax six times a day. What am I supposed to do?! That's what I have to do!"

Susan was calming down now, especially since she was angrier at Katherine and Katherine was gone. After a pause, she tersely spat out, "I know, I know. But dammit, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?!"

That was unexpected for Alan. He had to redouble his efforts not to grow fully hard, but he was losing the mental battle. His mother continued to stand at his door and stare at him, though her facial expression was more neutral now. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, making it difficult for him to think rationally.

The nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs; in fact, they bound them up. But it didn't matter. It occurred to Alan that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore - everything got him hard. He now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring that when she was clothed he could perfectly imagine her naked anyway.

He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal - she was red in the face and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard all the time? Eight whole inches, at the very least. Look! It's getting hard again even as I speak, God dammit! And so tasty. So delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good and responsible mother in the face of all that?"

She pointed at it with an outstretched arm while averting her eyes with her other hand. She made it seem like Alan had the corpse of a mangled, dead animal between his legs.

Alan was calmer now. He could see her anger passing. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists and she shook the fists in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your penis more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? Covered in sperm. Absolutely soaking in it! Obscene. Completely obscene! What am I going to do?!"

In a flash, Susan's anger was gone and replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat down on the bed next to Alan.

He looked over at her face, and he felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Come on, don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see her right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's the penis. And the treatment. All this six times a day stuff has made my penis extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own."

Both of them looked down into Alan's still exposed and slippery crotch. His penis was harder than ever, and even twitching in the air, as if looking for a hole to fill.

The sight at least seemed to divert Susan's sadness. Despite her anguish, she couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it me?

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Katherine, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Suzanne have already done - what's wrong with that?"

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is simply too much for me to take sometimes."

She took a good whiff of the air and realized how much it smelled like her son's cum. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked to the open door. I wish we had some more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh on Katherine? This wasn't the first time, that's true. But she should be commended, not punished. She's seen my suffering and tried to help out. Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is."

Alan rubbed Susan's back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, and he was acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand on her silky skin. He was also very aware that he was still totally nude and she was dressed in nothing but a skimpy nightgown. Despite all of the emotional distress, he was nonetheless horny as hell. The fact that she was telling him how thick, big, and tasty his penis was certainly getting to him.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son ... and my daughter..." She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," Alan consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that need to be taken care of. Katherine was just trying to help. It's not incest; it's just the same as how you and Suzanne have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! The 'I' word, you know. Other people wouldn't understand. I just can't understand that we would be put in this situation and that the doctors would approve. It's crazy. I mean, she took such a big load right in the middle of her face! Did you see that? Your stuff completely soaking her face? All the fresh sperm dripping down?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more for doing it on the chest."

"I know that. Suzanne's been teaching me things. But how am I supposed to react to that sexy sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that cum. I meant, uh, your penis, or er, member. Penis, let's call it. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow doctor's orders at first, but do you know where to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But don't be mad at me or Katherine, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits you gave to Suzanne? I need all the help I can get. Especially while Ron was here, you and Suzanne haven't been helping enough. Actually, Suzanne tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long."

Susan looked down at Alan's crotch once more. It was very erect and inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again smelled the room - the scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain.

She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and force her mouth onto his penis while grabbing the base with her hands and pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand this, so I've been keeping away from you, and trying to keep everyone away from you. I forgot how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, it must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. I'll try... I'll try to be better."

She stared into his crotch and licked her lips. "Look at that. It's like the goddamned Energizer Bunny. Oops, pardon my language. Katherine with her inexperience is obviously unable to completely satisfy you. Would you like my help?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at her casual request to pleasure his penis. She said it in the same way she'd always made offers to help him button up his shirt and the like. It never escaped his mind that she was his mother, and that forbidden fact drove him wild.

She reached her hands over his leg and began stroking his erection. "Mommy knows best," she mumbled. "Let Mommy squeeze all that nasty sperm right out of you."

Alan lay down on the bed, since he was already sitting on it. Even though he'd cum little more than five minutes before, he had no trouble getting hard again, because it was Susan.

She tried to keep a cool demeanor and pretend that she had her emotions under control. But she was only deceiving herself. Just the mere act of putting her hands around his shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind but also sent her libido into overdrive. She had a way of getting into it 100%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts.

She thought to herself, It's so hard for me. So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me when it comes to cock tending. Mommies DO know best. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Katherine comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a cocksucking is really done!

As she got into it, she cooed, "Poor, poor baby. Let your mommy help you out. It pains me to think of you having to pleasure yourself and possibly damage this lovely thing. And the sin of self- gratification. We can't even let that happen."

He exaggerated his so-called plight. "You're right, Mom, if I do it alone my penis hurts soooo bad. Sis was just trying to help. So, does that mean you're not mad at her?" He was trying to take maximum advantage of the new mood of his obviously penis-hungry mother.

But she scowled and said, "I'm still mad! The punishment still stands. She should have talked to me. If she wants to stroke or suck your penis, then just like Suzanne she needs to talk to me first. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

"You make the rules, and I want to respect them," Alan said meekly. "By the way, could you take off your shirt to help me reach climax?"

"Hmm... Maybe, just this once..." she said, ignoring that she'd been running around nude quite often lately. She stood up and exposed her gorgeous orbs to Alan.

She desperately missed being an exhibitionist, even though it hadn't been that long. She immediately felt better and more at ease topless. It was almost literally felt like taking off a ball and chain. She smiled, just from the joy of being naked for her son.

She sighed contentedly. Naked and with my hands around his penis. His dick. His cock! God yes! Now this is what I've been waiting for! But at the same time she periodically looked back towards the open door, fearing that Katherine would come out of her room and expose her as a hypocrite.

Alan sat back up to check her out. "Holy cow, Mom, your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. You've hardly been naked at all for me lately. You're so insanely beautiful. You look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty two, tops."

Susan beamed with pride. She posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. But she was so naturally modest that she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to verbally respond to the compliment. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust."

"I know, Mom, I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body. Though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Suzanne. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked more often for me, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. She was especially extremely pleased to hear she excited him more than Suzanne. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw Alan had begun stroking his penis.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I couldn't wait."

She sat back down next to him. "Leave that to us females with soft hands. I want to give you an extra special handjob for being so nice. Not to mention what I had to do at the airport." She was obliquely referring to the kiss she'd given her husband. "I'm sorry about that."

As she grew excited, her fingers began pumping on his erection faster and faster. "God, how I miss doing this!"

Alan was already near the verge, due to his sister's earlier work and Amy's as well. In fact, he suddenly thought - Oh my God - what if Mom came in here when Amy was still here? And why didn't we think to lock the door after Amy left? Such thoughts only increased his excitement. He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build up.

But at the same time, she had made reference to the airport kiss, and that cooled his ardor down some. He tried to focus on that memory, painful though it was, to delay his orgasm.

It worked. Even as she passionately stoked, he was able to say relatively calmly, "Mom, I know you're his wife and everything, but it hurt me so much to see you practically make out like that."

"Please. Forget about it. He's gone. Believe me, it hurt me more than you, but it was just a distasteful thing I had to do. The only way I could get through it was to imagine I was kissing you instead. I love you, Tiger! He's gone and I've got my hands sliding up and down your wonderful dick, so everything's okay again. Please forgive me!"

"Okay, Mom. But you won't do it again?"

"Not if I can help it. Mommy's lips belong to her fierce little Tiger. So do her fingers and tits. Next time Ron will just have to understand that her son comes first!"

"What about the rest of you?"

"All of me. Mommy only loves her cute little Tiger!"

Alan was so excited by this that it started his climax. However, he had nowhere safe to shoot his load.

Susan hadn't thought of that problem either - she was busy regretting that she hadn't been sitting in a position where she could suck him off.

So he simply began shoot his semen up into the air. It flew up high, and then came splatting down onto the carpet several feet away from them.

Both of them seemed transfixed watching the ropes of cum shoot from his penis.

But then Susan suddenly remembered what Suzanne had taught her about the sinfulness of spilling one's seed onto the ground. Reminded by the sight of Alan shooting into Katherine's face, she shouted, "The face! The face! Facial! Pearl! Uh, pearl necklace!"

Alan was otherwise engaged mentally and had trouble understanding what she meant.

Susan too happened to be experiencing a small orgasm of her own - just the sight of Alan shooting off was enough to get her off too. So she wasn't too coherent. What she meant was that he should aim for her face, and cover it in his seed just as he'd done to his sister.

But he was too dazed to move her face into position, and his spasming was over before either of them knew it.

When it was all done, Susan shook his penis back and forth, as if he'd just finishing peeing, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off his penis with her hand. She looked shell shocked, torn between pleasure and restraint.

"You're the best, Mom!" Alan enthused, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll give you a nice facial next time." He pulled back and looked at her.

She appeared dazed, and conflicted. She was having post-coital guilt again.

Since she appeared to be blushing and feeling awkward over her call to take it in the face, he changed the subject. "Um, yeah. We should probably get this mess cleaned up."

That seemed to shake her out of her dumbfounded stupor. "I'll... get some towels, and some, uh, ... the vacuum cleaner. You get dressed if you still want dessert. The cookies are getting cold."

She got up and switched her mind into cleaning mode. When Alan turned away, she wiped a gob of cum that had found its way to the back of her hand into her mouth. She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open up the windows. It's very important you do that."

CHAPTER 3

Later, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the homemade cookies Susan had baked.

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She said that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if she asked permission from Susan first.

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she had provided help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it a short time before. But she and Alan still kept secret the fact that they had been actually fucking each other too.

Suzanne came over not long after that; even though it was a Friday night her social life lately focused almost entirely on the Plummer family.

Susan was still dressed in her nightie, hoping that Alan might be inspired to need more help later. But when Suzanne arrived, Susan felt self conscious and changed back into regular clothes.

The whole group ended up watching a movie. It seemed as if it was just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the penis suck-athon Susan had half-expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a handjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was incredulous that she hadn't sucked him off even once all day, now that her husband had gone.

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more to happen, but his energy was flagging.

Deep down, Susan was frustrated Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time, he honestly was trying hard to obey her boundaries and what she actually said, as opposed to what she secretly thought and really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with her words, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real wants were. But on some deeper level she decided she could take no more and would take the initiative with her body.

She waited until Suzanne had left again. Since it was already late at night by then, she figured that was a good excuse for her to come to his room wearing her nightie once again. She was ready to make her goodnight kiss become something more, even though he was busy reading.

Alan's door was partially open, so she came in after a perfunctory knock. "Hi Tiger, am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum hit her nose and nearly overwhelmed her. It immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He turned from his work and devoted all of his attention to her. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body.

She didn't know how to "force" him to get her to suck his penis, and she was too proud and in self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief now that Ron's on another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

"Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and one later."

Alan smiled. "Sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to more actively help you out with your stimulation problem."

Alan thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. "If you, for instance, if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could help out. With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I'm so relieved! I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

She was disappointed. He seemed ready to go back to his book. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?" With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how his penis tasted, she was desperate to get his meaty slab back into her mouth.

"Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. Even though I'm one short of six today, I'm afraid of pushing my luck. You know the help Katherine and you gave me earlier? That wasn't too long ago, and I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. Even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his penis. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly; her disappointment was obvious.

That secretly amused and pleased Alan. "On the other hand," he suddenly piped up, "if you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just have to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie, frustrated. It was the same one she'd been wearing before Suzanne came over. "I thought you like this kind of thing."

"I do. I love it. But my penis is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking, one thing that would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for the boobs to stick out of. I think that would be reaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like."

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely big enough, and super sexy."

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your sixth time today." She winked and went to her room.

A pair a scissors and a few minutes later, she was back. But her mood had changed - the shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she was nothing more than a pair of tits. She nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they simply exploded their way through a white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Alan said with excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but damn, that looks sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect.

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more.

Alan whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but the shirt makes you look totally slutty. Hey Katherine, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No, don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!"

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth watering prospect of sucking cock forced her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her submissive nature and failed to realize that being seen like this by her daughter too would only arouse her still further.

Alan spoke to Katherine. "What do you think - does the T-shirt make Mom look embarrassing?"

Katherine shook her head emphatically no. "No way. I think it makes her look totally sexy."

Alan answered, "I completely agree. Look how it raises the boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in complete agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's shame was greatly reduced by all the compliments and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine went back to her room. She left the doors open to her brother's room and her room as she went so she could hear anything loud that might be happening.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First your bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly naughty!" She looked down at herself and regretted her choice of short shorts because she could easily see rivulets of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs. She hoped her daughter hadn't seen them.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. But now I could really, really use a good blowjob."

Susan unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassments melted away and she was in heaven on Earth again. Her fingers played at it like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to have all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his penis at once.

But then she grew aware of the open door and mumbled, "That Katherine. Was she born in a barn?"

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds.

Susan sucked and licked his fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. Plus, though she didn't consciously realize it, the sense of shame in wearing it only heightened her erotic mood. She wanted to say really sexy things to him, but her mouth was too busy sucking, so instead she let her thoughts run free, saying more to herself than she would be willing to say out loud.

Look at your mommy, Son! She's such a slut! She just loves to suck your cock! God, I don't know what it is, but I just love this shirt, too! And when you told me to put my hands behind my back to make it look like I'd been tied up - that makes me so hot! Somehow, the combination makes me feel like some kind of tit slave. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I adore the idea of being your slave! Tiger!

Normally, Susan kept her eyes down while cocksucking, mostly out of a continued sense of embarrassment. But now she looked briefly up towards Alan's face. Look at your mommy suck your prick! She's your cock slave! She's your cum slut! Her body is for your hands only, my darling boy! Ron, that cheating bastard, will never get so much as a kiss on the cheek from me again, not if I can help it! Tiger, you might as well be my husband because you're the only man who'll ever get my love now.

Oh God. Alan my husband! That makes me so HOT! But it's so WRONG, a mother thinking about marrying her own son. I can't go there. I have to just focus on the cock instead, the glorious cock. Mmmm! If I can't be your wife, I'll be your nympho cocksucker! Just licking it, it's better than sex!

Her thoughts returned to the open door. Why did Katherine leave the damn door open? She knew what I was going to do in here. Anyone could walk by and see me here with my lips sliding up and down my son's big tool. It's so humiliating to be on public view! Does she want to watch? Is she going to walk by and watch? Oh God! What if I have to give Alan blowjobs in front of her? And everybody else?

That idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Am I that depraved? That desperate for cock? Am I just a hopeless, exhibitionist, cocksucking whore? Yes! Yes I am! Do I even want her to watch? I do! Come look, Angel! I'll show you how it's done by an expert! Your mommy is a cock slave cum slut for your brother's fuck stick!

These ideas excited Susan so much that she started orgasming long before he did. And she didn't have just any climax - her whole body trembled so violently that she had to take her mouth off his penis briefly until she could calm down some. But then she renewed her attack on it with even more vigor.

Alan used his ever-increasing control over his PC muscle to hold out what seemed to be an incredibly long time, because the feelings were so intense and good, but in fact was only a few minutes more.

When he finally came, Susan had yet another awe-inspiring climax of her own too. Inspired by what she'd seen earlier with Katherine earlier, she'd been planning to let him do it all over her face. She wanted Alan to spray his sister and mother's face with cum in the same evening. But with his pulsing erection in her mouth, she found she just couldn't take it out. She ended up swallowing nearly everything and finished with a surprisingly clean face.

When they were done, she was hit with a strong post-coital guilt. She had truly let her mind run free completely unedited because she was so far gone into pleasure, but now she recalled some of her thoughts and felt lower than dirt. My lack of willpower is bad enough, but I actually had the gall to imagine Alan as my husband?! I must be mad! And did I say "cock slave"? I think I did. "Tit slave," too. Here I am, a modern, liberated woman; why do I get excited thinking such horrible things?!

She looked at the open door and felt bad about that, too. Yet at the same time she was disappointed that Katherine didn't take advantage of the open door to watch.

She said glumly, "Tiger, you said 'I hate to say this, but it makes you look totally slutty.' Why do you hate to say it? Maybe we should just face facts and recognize that your mother is a slut. A sinful, despicable, low life slut. Look how I'm dressed. Look what I'm doing to you, my own son. I feel so ashamed, even though I can't stop."

Alan took great offense at that. "No, Mom, you're not a slut. Don't EVER say that. A slut is a woman who sleeps around with just about any guy. Does that describe you at all? No way. In fact, you're not even sleeping with anybody right now. You may feel slutty, but that's just 'cos you're helping me out in lots of ways and being such a great, caring mom. I want you to take back all those things you just said! I'm proud of you and so honored that you help me like you do."

She just frowned, unconvinced that she wasn't somehow evil for enjoying what she was doing.

He continued, "It's okay if you enjoy it. It makes me really happy that you do. So no more talk of the word 'slut.' Keep your dignity. You're smart, you're beautiful, kind, good, caring, and all kinds of other great stuff. I love you and don't want you to feel bad about yourself. And remember what we were saying last night about physical interaction just being another expression of love? There's nothing to be ashamed about at all."

All the compliments finally got to her and lifted her spirits. "Oh, Tiger, you're such a wonderful son! You're too good for me!" She gave him a big hug. Still wearing the open T-shirt, her tits pressed up against him so firmly that he couldn't help but reach around and cup them in his hands.

He apologized, "Sorry, Mom, can't help myself." His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples.

It broke her rules, but she let it slide. Her nipples were terribly sensitive, and her whole body shivered and trembled in delight. She was happy to bury her worries deep away and just live in the happy moment of feeling her son fondle her. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd feel ever worse later, but at this point she didn't care.

He told her as he groped, "Now that Ron is gone, we're going to have fun. A lot of fun. So thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. You're just doing what the doctor wants, so don't get down on yourself. You're sexy and loving and caring, not slutty. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." She smiled at him gratefully, even though she still felt somewhat ashamed and slutty. If only he knew my thoughts, he'd think twice about not calling me a slut. What about the ache deep in my loins demanding that I get fucked? What about that? It's driving me fucking crazy. What am I going to do about that? I don't even allow myself to think about those feelings most of the time, but they're there. There's no way to avoid the fact that intercourse with my own son would be a sin.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he kissed her on the nose and gave her nipples a final tweak. "See you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Son," she said, nearly tearful with both happiness and sadness. "But what's this 'see you tomorrow' stuff? Don't you want your goodnight kiss and tuck in?"

"Of course! I thought this was kind of it, because it's already so late."

"Well, it almost is. Here's the actual kiss." She leaned forward and gave him a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Then she straightened his sheets out and pulled away.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Her tone was pouty and a bit playful. "That's all you get. Your punishment for treating me so mean today. I thought you would be more excited to be with me now that Ron left, but noooOOOoooo. You go running to Amy and Katherine."

Alan laughed. "Fair enough. I was kind of playing around, asking you to wear the T-shirt and everything. But it was so much fun to confound your expectations. I promise not to do it again. And I didn't go running to them. They just kind of grabbed my attention and pulled me away before I could do anything. Really, I was longing to be with you."

She kissed him again, this time a dry kiss on the lips. "That's all right. You can do it again, but just remember that I'm going to tease you too. And the shirt is fun. But you can be so frustrating!"

She got a little bit of playful revenge by leaving him without any more kissing. As she walked out into the hallway, still wearing the hole shirt, she left the overwhelming smell of cum that filled his room. It was as if her head cleared instantly, but at the same time she was filled with the desire to hurry back into his room just so she could inhale the odor some more.

Later, as she lay in the darkness in her bed, a new wave of guilt washed over her. Now that her desire for another cocksucking had been satisfied, she worried about how much she'd enjoyed it. She didn't want to wind up in the embarrassing position where she was begging Alan every day to suck his penis.

Worse, she had a growing desire to fuck. She was worried that once she got started helping him to reach his target on a daily basis, she'd break down altogether before long and even beg him to fuck her. One reason why she didn't give him a deep kiss was because she was worried that the next thing she knew she'd be pulling herself down to the bed and before long they'd be rutting like wild animals. But not only was she morally repulsed at the incest idea, she also feared that if that happened Alan would lose all respect for her, and that she'd lose all respect for herself.

She thought, He's such a great son. I have to do better by him. I have to have more self-control so I can please him and at the same time not give in to my desires, not break the rules. Help him out, but no incest. That's the most important rule. What he did today wasn't incest - it was just a harmless little blowjob and handjob. He needs to get rid of all that sperm! There's no harm in that.

I don't know if I can handle not going further, though. I don't seem to be strong enough and have the willpower to say no. I'll just have to take it day by day. In the meantime, at least I can dream and masturbate about what would happen if I said yes. If I let him go all the way! If I let him fuck my pussy! Yes!

She proceeded to do exactly that. She was too shy to buy a dildo at a store, but her fingers did the job very well.

CHAPTER 4 (Saturday, Nov. 2)

There was a big party planned for Saturday night, so Alan figured Saturday day would be relatively quiet as people saved their energies and prepared for the party. However, everyone was keen to test the waters on how things would be now that Ron was gone.

Katherine woke up fairly early and went jogging. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the door from her jog was that the underwear cabinet was back again, once again placed near the front door.

She ran inside to the kitchen, said "Hi, Mom," and gave Susan a kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes.

Katherine could see that Susan was wearing a sexy blouse and short shorts. It wasn't completely outrageous, but it was the most risqué thing she'd worn as normal clothing in two weeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear either, but she'd never really stopped doing that once she'd started, except for a few days. "Mom, you're such a great mom. I can see you're helping Alan again."

Susan coyly smiled. "I'm trying," she said bashfully.

"Great! So do you mind if I help Alan 'do his thing' too? He must be up by now."

Susan was taken aback. Just the night before, after catching Katherine sucking off Alan, she'd had a talk with her daughter and agreed, in theory, that her daughter could help Alan with his erections. But she didn't expect theory to turn to reality so fast, especially with Katherine getting grounded.

Susan thought, Boy, she's really cheeky to ask, isn't she? But what can I do? They've already done it, and I'm doing it. They're going to keep doing it whether I want it or not, so I might as well keep it out in the open and have some control over it. She finally just nodded.

"Cool!" Katherine kissed her again and bounded out of the kitchen.

Alan had just awakened and was lying in his bed, naked, when Katherine came in. He didn't used to sleep naked. More and more, Alan was finding himself nude or at least without underwear, and was growing to like it.

Feeling devilish, when she went downstairs a short time later for a late morning brunch, she gave Susan another kiss. Her mouth tasted and smelled like her brother's cum, and she breathed onto Susan's cheek as the kiss ended just to make sure Susan didn't miss that fact.

Susan's eyes went wide and she clutched her hands to her chest. She wanted to chastise Katherine for what she just did, but was too embarrassed to acknowledge what happened.

Katherine watched Susan's nipples grow erect in a matter of seconds, and the pace of Susan's breathing increased too. Inwardly Katherine chuckled. My mother is sooo predictable.

CHAPTER 5

Alan followed his sister's blowjob with a long shower and then went downstairs for brunch. Katherine was already gone, but Suzanne was together with Susan in the kitchen. Both of them looked at him expectantly.

Alan thought to himself, I wonder what they're thinking. I bet they're thinking of helping me out. After all, that's about all that goes on in this house any more, heh-heh-heh! But what'll I do now that it's not just Suzanne helping me? I'm getting hard, not surprisingly, just looking at these two incredible six foot tall wonders. If I ask Suzanne for help, then Susan's going to be offended. If I ask Susan for help, then Suzanne's going to be offended. And if Katherine were here too, it would be that much worse! How can I divide my-

Alan's thinking was interrupted by Suzanne, who leaned over the table he was sitting at and asked, "Would you like some more tea to go with your biscuits?"

Alan nodded, and she leaned further forward across the table with a teapot, sending her boobs soaring downwards towards him as they barely remained hanging in her skimpy top. She kept her head down and her eyes closed so Alan wouldn't feel shy scoping her out.

Susan though saw what her buxom friend was doing and said, "Thanks a lot, Suzanne, but I can handle it. A guest like you shouldn't have to-"

Suzanne cut in. "Nonsense! Technically speaking, this isn't my home, but I'm happy to help out. I'm especially happy to help Alan. I like to take my share of the load. Alan, Sweetie, would you like some more tea?" She leaned forward again, jiggling her boobs, knowing full well that Alan's teacup was already filled to the brim.

Susan crossed her arms and frowned. "Suzanne, thanks, but really, when it comes to serving Alan, I think I've got it covered." Susan glared at her.

Suzanne finally stood back up, acting like nothing was wrong. "Okay, sure."

Alan thought, These two are getting competitive all of a sudden. I don't want that. I think there's an undercurrent in what they're saying, like Suzanne saying she wants my "load" and Susan talking about "serving" me. I have to diffuse this situation quickly, but I also have to be subtle, polite, and not act like some macho jerk. One reason they like me so much is because I don't say things like, "Hey baby, you'll get your turn."

He said to both of them, "Speaking of helping out, that reminds me. I could use some help with my medical treatment today, and it would be great if you two could help me. I'd really appreciate it."

"Certainly," Susan and Suzanne said at the same time.

"I'm going to need help more than once. Probably once now when I've finished eating, since you two have given me such outstanding visual stimulation, and once again in the afternoon. So maybe one of you could help now and one later?"

They both nodded enthusiastically.

Alan said, "Great! Then could the two of you decide who goes when?"

Susan and Suzanne looked at each other.

For a moment Alan thought his solution of letting them decide would only make matters worse as they fought over who went when.

But then Susan gathered all her willpower together and said, "Suzanne, why don't you go ahead? It's probably better for me, anyway? In fact, why don't you take all of my responsibilities for the next couple days? I need to keep to my vow and clear my head."

She thought that would hit like a bombshell.

But Suzanne brushed it off, literally, as she breezily waved her hand in the air. "Nonsense. I need you. There's just too much hard cock here needing to be stroked and sucked for me to take care of all by myself. Besides, I'll be particularly busy the next couple of days so this is a really bad time. I've got an idea. Why don't we flip for it?"

Susan considered putting up more of a fight. She could have suggested that Katherine take over her "duties." But she looked over at her son and thought about all the tasty loads she wouldn't be able to swallow, all the happy hours of holding and licking her son's erection she would otherwise miss. Finally, she just nodded.

Suzanne flipped a coin and she won.

Alan was a bit disappointed, because he knew his mother had been frustrated lately, and in particular, the fact that he was caught with Katherine the night before no doubt especially rankled her. But he had to obey the results.

He finished his food and then wordlessly took Suzanne in hand and began to head towards the stairs leading to his room.

But suddenly Susan said, "Wait! You two, stay here. Don't do it upstairs, 'cos I want to go there right now."

"Uh, okay," Alan replied. He realized that Katherine or Amy could walk into the house at any moment so the living room wasn't good. "We'll go to the basement. How does that sound, Suzanne?"

"Fine." She pulled him out of the room, and they walked arm in arm like teenagers on their first date.

Susan hurried upstairs.

The other two went downstairs to the basement filled with Suzanne and Susan's exercise equipment. They assumed Susan wanted to do something in her room or bathroom without be reminded that Alan was having his penis sucked only a short distance away.

They didn't realize that in fact Susan hurried straight into Alan's room instead. She had originally planned to return to her room so she could masturbate some more (she'd already had a wonderful orgasm just after waking - now that Ron was gone, there was nothing stopping her from jilling herself more often). But she decided to stop by Alan's room to check the chart on the inside of his door and see how many times he'd cum the day before. Checking his chart was still a daily habit for her.

As she entered the room, her nostrils were overcome with the smell of Alan's cum. Her son still hadn't opened his window in days. The room smelled stuffy and stale, but mostly there was the odor of sex. It was a powerful reminder of how Alan's penis tasted. If Susan couldn't have it in her mouth right now, being in this room was the next best thing.

She looked at the chart. Oooh! Seven times yesterday. Alan is getting to be such a sexual stud. What a man! Such a big, cum-filled young man! His needs. He just has such great big needs! Sticky, gooey... So stiff and strong! ... Oh no. My head - it's like I'm getting dizzy just standing here. I don't know if I can control myself...

She closed Alan's door, and rushed to his bed. Then she laid on top of the covers and frigged herself. She imagined that Alan was in the room, standing on the other side, watching her.

She knew that he kept some towels next to his bed that he liked to cum into; soft, silky towels. As she worked herself towards climax, she picked up one of the towels and sniffed it. It was still fairly wet with his cum - she figured the cum was some hours old and from some point in the middle of the night. She didn't care. She rubbed it over her face and then licked the cum into her mouth. The cum wasn't fresh, but at least it wasn't crusty and hard. She eagerly lapped it up as her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Meanwhile, down in the basement Suzanne was giving Alan a titfuck. It was only as a prelude to a blowjob, because she wanted to talk first.

She said, "Sweetie, I know what you were thinking. You're worried about a rivalry between mothers. But don't worry. We're best of friends and it takes a lot to split us apart. As long as there is plenty of cock for both of us, everything will be fine."

Alan was just discovering titfucks and loved them so much that it was hard for him to think. So he was very slow in saying, "I'm trying, Aunt Suzy, I'm trying. ... Just the other day... I had to do all six times myself."

Suzanne laughed. "Now that your father is gone, I don't think you'll ever have to do that again. We're going to make you feel so good, you won't know if you're coming or going." She giggled. "I take that back. You're going to know very well that you're cumming."

They both chuckled at that.

Alan looked down and saw his rod sliding back and forth between Suzanne's ivory orbs. They didn't have any special lubrication this time, but he was already spilling out so much pre-cum that it didn't matter. Dang! Titfucks are great! They're just as good as blowjobs even, in their own way! At least with tits like these. I feel like I'm really fucking her, and her tunnel is so tight yet soft!

Suzanne kept talking in her normal scratchy yet sultry voice. "Speaking of which, it's almost time for my lunch. I think I'm going to eat some Alan sausage, with a side order of balls, and then a cup of piping hot crème de cum soup. But I must admit I do feel a little bit of rivalry with Susan. Now that she's becoming a committed and talented cocksucker, I have to stay one step ahead. That's why I've been learning how to deep throat. I've been with a lot of guys, but I've never deep throated anyone before. But I want to do it for you, Sweetie. I wanna be your favorite cocksucker and stay that way."

"Well, I warn you, deep throating is pretty hard to do." He thought of what Glory had done to him, and was honestly amazed at her skills.

"Oh no! Somebody beat me to it? Who?"

Alan blushed. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on. You can tell me, your Aunt Suzy." She squeezed his erection with her breasts more insistently. Then dropping one hand from where she'd been pressing her tits together, she momentarily halted their titfucking rhythm and squeezed his balls in a pleasurable way to help squeeze the secret out of him.

Alan groaned with pleasure, but he was still levelheaded enough to say, "Nope. Can't kiss and tell. But it was someone from school." He figured Glory would really not want him to tell anyone what they were doing.

She resumed the titfuck. "Oh. That's not so bad. I was afraid there for a moment that your mom had beat me to it. I can't imagine her knowing how to do that without my help, but she is full of surprises lately. Or your sister. I gotta admit I feel some competition there. Just what have you two done together?"

Alan remained mum. Then he broke down enough to say again, "I can't kiss and tell."

"Okay, enough talking anyway. I've been practicing with a dildo and reading up on this, so I'm ready. Let's give it a try."

Suzanne knelt down further and put her mouth over Alan's penis. Just as Glory did, Suzanne took the penis in deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed on it.

But unlike Glory, Suzanne was clearly having trouble. She repeatedly gagged as his penis reached her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked.

Alan had to take his penis all the way out again and again, giving her a chance to recover.

She kept repeating, "Sorry." But she would not give up.

After some time she was able to get past the gagging and truly deep throat his penis. Nevertheless, the experience was nowhere as good as it was with Glory.

Suzanne was barely hanging on, and couldn't do all the extra things Glory could simultaneously do that really drove Alan crazy with pleasure. It actually was more of an ordeal than something delightful, but Alan recognized it was a necessary ordeal, like falling a few times while learning to ride a bicycle.

Suzanne eventually gave up and finished Alan off with a traditional blowjob. When she sensed he was close, she mumbled, "Face, tits, or tummy?"

"Oh man! What great options! Let's go with tummy, with just a little on the face."

So she squeezed and stroked and sucked while he shot his load down her throat, straight into her stomach.

But true to his request, she eased up with the last couple of ropes, letting them hit her on the nose and chin.

Although the deep throating was a bit of a disappointment, Alan didn't mind because he knew Suzanne was a fast learner and generally excelled in everything she did. He could sense that with maybe only one or two more tries, she'd start to master it. That made him excited to merely think about the possibilities. He was also pleased and touched that she would try such a thing just to make him happy. It didn't skip his notice that he was her first lover she'd ever bother to learn that for. Apparently she didn't even do it for Eric when they were newly married and still in love.

After that effort, both of them were tired and sweaty. Alan in any case was looking forward to a restful day after doing little more than getting sucked off by Katherine and Suzanne on either side of a brunch.

The two of them rested in each other's arms for a while.

Suzanne asked him all kinds of questions about his recent "help" from Susan and Katherine.

Alan ended up giving quite a long explanation about how he and his sister had gotten caught, about the new "goodnight kiss and tuck in" tradition, and much more. Later Suzanne would ask Susan about these things as well to feel out her opinions, but by asking Alan she got slightly different and sometimes more honest answers without all the gnashing of teeth.

Suzanne went back home, content to have a big load of cum in her belly.

As she walked the short distance back to her house, she thought, Excellent. One step backwards, and two steps forwards. Alan and Katherine getting caught is actually a really good thing. Susan now becomes that much more accepting and another piece leading to my overall scheme falls into place. I feel just like Mr. Burns on the Simpsons. "Eeeexcellent!" I wish I could do a convincing "Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" laugh. I don't even really need to actively scheme that much any more - everything is developing as it should, naturally.

But there's still a long ways to go, though. Getting Susan to actually fuck Alan is the hardest mental barrier to overcome, by far. Getting her to fuck me and Katherine will be easy in comparison. Oooh! Won't that be fun? Heh-heh-heh.

Alan climbed back up the stairs to his room to recuperate and do a little reading. But when he opened the door to his room, he was in for a big surprise.

Susan still lay on his bed, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Her fingers on one hand were deep in her pussy and her other hand mauled her own tits. She was headed for yet another orgasm - she'd lost count just how many she'd had while anticipating and fantasizing about her turn to suck Alan off later in the day. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.

Now that the object of her fantasy had appeared in the flesh, she didn't seem that affected by it. "Oh. Hi, Tiger," she said almost absent-mindedly.

Alan mentally noted that things had reached a point where finding his mother naked and masturbating on his bed wasn't a particularly big deal. He liked that a lot.

He walked over to her and stared open mouthed at her gaping wide open pussy. Her legs were bent up at the knees and they thrashed around in slow motion. One of her feet scraped along the wall the bed rested against, as if she was trying to see just how wide she could spread her legs and was finding a frustrating barrier in the wall.

"Tiger, so good to see you. Sorry for invading your privacy. I just popped my head in here to uh, check your schedule. Oh! It looks like you're cumming a lot lately. That's a good son. I'm so proud! But then, uh, then the smell... It got to me."

She opened her legs even wider, like a professional gymnast. "I just started thinking about how you did it seven times yesterday and I got thinking about you plowing all those sexy, big-titted cheerleaders at school. When I think about you poking them good and hard, I can't help myself! Then, somehow, my clothes start coming off. It's impossible to resist you, even when you're not in the room, and that just makes me SO HOT!"

Susan was embarrassed enough to stop fingering herself after she saw her son come in the room, but she'd gotten so excited just talking out loud that she couldn't control her hands any more.

She continued, "I love what you've done to your place. The smell! So good. So yummy. Oh! Oh dear! Your mommy is feeling very, very helpful. She's so very eager to help you with your treatment. Please. Yes! Pull down your shorts and give it to me, Tiger, give it to me! Please! Your mommy's so hot! She's burning up!"

She sat up in bed and opened her mouth in delightful anticipation.

Alan just stood there at the door open mouthed, with his hand still on the doorknob. He looked just like she looked when she caught him with Katherine the day before. He was at a loss for words.

He thought, Oh shit. Just yesterday she was reluctantly conceding she would be willing to help me in this way. Now this! I'm still recovering from what Suzanne did minutes ago. Now I've got my mom on own my bed, naked, legs spread, and begging to suck my cock, and I can't even get it up? Oh my fucking God. What a day this is turning out to be. I thought we were all taking it easy for the big party tonight. And it's not even noon!

CHAPTER 6

Alan continued to stare at his mother.

Susan still sat up naked in his bed with her mouth open, waiting for his hard-on to fill it.

"Mom, I can't tell you how much I hate to say this, but I just can't get it up. I mean, Suzanne just got me off ten minutes ago. I'm only human."

Susan's open mouth turned into a big "O" of disappointment. She muttered, "Oh, poo." She sat there sadly for a moment, not even fingering her pussy lips that much. Then she brightened. "I know! Come here and I'll get it nice and hard! I have some ideas!"

Alan shook his head. "Mom, we've got all day. Why don't you take a rest and so will I? Then we'll have more fun later. Just think how much MORE fun it'll be after we're both fully ready to go."

"Oh poo, and double stinky poo, too!" She was pouty like a spoiled child. But she finally said with resignation, "Okay. Sorry for being so pushy." She got off of the bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and walked naked towards the door.

On the way out she stopped next to Alan and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Son. And I love helping you out. Now that Ron is gone, I hope I can help a LOT." She giggled. Then she walked into the hallway.

As soon as she was gone, Alan thought, Shit. I cannot BELIEVE I turned that down. If my penis wasn't feeling dead to the world, who knows what I might've done. It looked like she was ready for anything! Does she want me to fuck her? It sure seems like it. At the very least, she wouldn't resist.

He went to his bed and lay down. A part of him wanted to nap just so his mind could shut off for a while, but it was too early in the day for napping. Instead, he just sat in his bed with his mind nearly blank. He stared at the wall across the room with a look of dull incomprehension. He literally could not conceive just how beautiful and sexy his own mother was. Then he would think of Suzanne and similarly boggle. Then Katherine. Then Amy.

He wasn't thinking about these things in a sexual manner, but in a "my life is a completely improbable Twilight Zone episode" manner. I've won the lottery. I've won some kind of cosmic, sexual lottery. It's really sinking in. I've been feeling like all this has been a dream, but it's been going on too long and every day is better than the next. This is really, really real. My mom was actually writhing naked on my bed, fingering herself. Fucking unreal! Unreal!

He stared slack-jawed some more.

Susan meanwhile headed to her room. As she walked into it, she could feel her head beginning to clear. She was torn between masturbating again or putting her clothes back on, but with every second that passed her mind cleared some more, and she finally dressed.

She sat down on her bed and tried to make sense of what happened. What happened to me? I was like an uncontrollable bimbo slut! I was begging him to fuck me, with the look in my eyes! ... Calm down. Don't try to think about that. Think about the why. Why? ... It has to have been that smell. His room! I go insane with the smell of his cum! That must be it.

This has to stop. What happened to my vow to take things easy for a couple of days until I sorted things out and grounded myself? I completely forgot about that. I have to keep a grip. First, I'm going to take a cold shower to fully clear my head. Then I'm going to talk to him - outside of his room - and get him to clear the air in there.

She did have that talk with Alan later and he did open his windows and clear out the smell in his room. When all was said and done, he was always very doting on his mother, and obedient to her wishes. Susan felt a lot better after that. But she still desired the blowjob he'd promised her and she dropped several hints about just how ready she was to help.

Later in the afternoon, after he finished his nap, he called her into his room. "Hey Mom! Can you come here a sec?"

She'd been waiting for his call and hurried on over. She looked typically stunning.

He couldn't help saying, "Mom, you look so hot that they need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber."

She laughed, and her enthusiasm to suck him off doubled.

But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

"You told me I should never wear it except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey, especially when it comes to servicing and draining his big dick. But I thought it would be okay if that was all I was wearing."

Alan pretended to disapprove. "I don't know. Hmm.... Maybe I'll forgive you just this once, if you take it all off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly. Then she realized it wasn't seemly to be so enthused, so she calmed the tone of her voice and added, "After all, the doctor said I have to be some kind of..." - she searched for the right word - "sex object for you." She slowly and tantalizingly unhooked her bra then let her boobs jiggle as she shook the bra off.

Spreading her legs a bit, she grasped at her panties and slowly inched them down her legs. "Looks like I have to do what I'm told. Mommy wears exactly what her son tells her to wear. It's the house rule and mommy would get a big fat spanking if she's naughty and tries to cover up..."

That "rule" had fallen by the wayside during Ron's last few days at home, but Alan was very glad to find out it was still in effect.

"Do you like?" she asked, fishing for more compliments as the panties worked their way ever so slowly down past her knees. Since she was bending forward, she took the opportunity to shake her rack with every movement. Her nipples hardened and stuck out, as if they were waiting to be sucked.

Alan's blood pressure rose just looking at the sight. "Mom, can I ask you a favor? Could you buy me a thesaurus?"

"Sure, Tiger, but why bring that up now?"

"Because I need to find new words to describe just how sexy and amazing you are. The words I know just don't do you justice. Seriously."

"Awww. You're so cute!" She was stark naked now. She sat on his lap and threw herself into his arms. She twisted and turned, grinding down on his turgid shaft.

"And you're so impossibly curvy and nice. Kiss me, Mom."

"Sorry. Can't. Must. Give. Blowjob." She jokingly said this in a strange voice, as if she was a robot or zombie. Meanwhile her hands found his penis. She took a deep whiff and was disappointed to notice most of the cum smell gone. At the moment she regretted her earlier order to air out the room.

"Hey. I thought you just said you must obey me. I want a kiss on the lips."

She dropped the funny voice to answer seriously, "Yes, obey, but only within the boundaries of the rules. I can't have you just taking advantage of me any which way. After all, I'm your mother!"

The playful way she said this last part made him think she wouldn't completely mind such rule violations. Plus, she didn't want kissing to become a regular habit (outside of nighttime tuck ins) for fear that she would lose control too easily. Just the thought of her son jabbing his tongue in her mouth and probing around with it was nearly enough to get her wet.

Alan didn't understand the boundaries at all, but he let it slide and just sat back to enjoy the blowjob.

She gave it her all. For the first time since before Ron had come home, she didn't restrain her vocalization in the slightest. She hummed, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." repeatedly. But seemingly half the time she raised her voice as if in surprise: "MMMM!"

She let him run his hands over her back and caress her hair, which usually wasn't allowed. When she particularly enjoyed his caresses, one of her "mmmm's" would turn into an "mmmm-HMMM!" When he gave up his load, she somehow managed to drink it all in even as she let out a joyous, wordless cry.

But she wasn't as out-of-control horny as she'd been earlier in the day.

Alan wondered if he'd missed a golden opportunity to take things much farther, if only his penis had shown any life at all at the time.

CHAPTER 7

While Alan was napping, Amy came over, looking for help in shaving her pussy.

Although Alan was sleeping, Katherine was more than happy to help.

The two girls went back to Katherine's room. There was the usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem."

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion Katherine had every single day since they'd started.

She could tell by now that even Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation.

Again, Katherine figured Amy was wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point.

Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo.

But Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual, too. Katherine always said no because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasures. So far it was working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more than before, always ready for pussy shaving and/or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested she had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem."

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each others' vaginas, "Amy, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "That's gross! I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay back all the help Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there. It's no big deal."

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and even can feel good." Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with fingers in her pussy and another finger up her anus.

Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

Within minutes, Katherine convinced Amy to replace that finger with her tongue.

Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus.

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem."

But Amy suggested they continue to explore the butt in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

Katherine thought, I like Amy's attitude - in theory. The problem is, she's gonna be that enthusiastic doing anything with Brother too. How can I compete? Amy's nice enough, I don't have the heart to ever say no to her, but between her, Mom, and Suzanne, Big Bro is going to completely forget about me!

The rest of the day passed fairly normally for Alan and everyone else.

Not surprisingly, Susan was very ashamed at her earlier behavior. She worked off her guilt in a house cleaning frenzy.

The others were just feeling lazy or tired. Plus, they were all saving up their energy for a big party that night, one of the biggest parties of the year.

The exact day of Halloween passed with very little activity to mark the holiday, especially since most parents were too scared to let their children go trick or treating any more. Instead, everyone waited until the nearest Saturday night for the local big party. A fat, bald, and jolly man named Ralph held a Halloween party every year for everyone in the neighborhood that was THE party to go to. He was also exceedingly rich, and his massive shindig was attended by hundreds of people.

Alan, Susan, Katherine, Suzanne, and Amy were all planning on going. It was such a big deal that even Suzanne's husband Eric and her son Brad were going.

Everyone was excited, but Suzanne was the most excited of all. Her plan to corrupt the Plummer family was proceeding better than she could have dreamed. She decided it was time she gave herself a reward at the party. A big reward.

CHAPTER 8

Suzanne was very aware that the party was a costume party. Costumes meant the potential for mistaken identities. She cooked up a devious plan. She rented two costumes: one of the superhero Catwoman, and the other one a Renaissance-era lady.

She picked both for the cover they could provide. With Catwoman, she could wear a skintight suit that flaunted her body but still managed to completely hide her identity. There was a mask covering her entire head except for parts of her chin and cheeks. The Renaissance outfit was a frilly dress that had an extremely low cut bodice. But she also wore a black mask with it, as if she was attending a masquerade ball from centuries earlier.

Her plan was to go as Catwoman, then switch to the Renaissance dress halfway through the party, find Alan, and seduce him while pretending to be someone else. That way, she could get fucked without paying any of the consequences. Not even Alan would know her identity, hopefully.

Suzanne also rented a costume for Susan. She picked Wonder Woman, because it would force Susan to flaunt her body in public for practically the first time. In addition, it forced Susan to do up her hair in a style that almost exactly matched Suzanne's. Suzanne did Susan's hair herself, hoping that could lead to some interesting mischief. Wonder Woman essentially wore a one-piece bathing suit, except for a very revealing cut around the boobs and a lack of shoulder straps.

As a joking reference to the nicknames their mother called them, Alan went as a tiger and Katherine went as an angel. She had a halo (held up by wire) and wings. Alan looked somewhat like he wore a little boy's pajamas, completely covered in a one-piece suit from head to toe except for a hole for his entire face.

Katherine's costume caused a bit of controversy before they left. "I hope you don't think you're going like that," Susan said to her daughter.

"What? I'm showing as much skin as you are," Katherine correctly pointed out.

"Yeah, but angels don't dress in tiny bras."

"Those are puffy clouds," Katherine said indignantly. Her bra was made of cotton balls. "Angels live up in the clouds, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't think any Bible has angels looking like that. Anyway, I know you want to look good for Alan, but consider all the other guys who will be there. You'll ruin your reputation at school."

After much nagging by Susan, Katherine adjusted her costume to cover up her stomach as well. She still was a very sexy and raunchy looking angel.

When they got to the party, there were already at least two hundred people there. Ralph, the host, lived in a huge two-story mansion and the party sprawled all through it and out into his massive backyard, where a band played beside a swimming pool. People of all ages were there, including dozens of Alan's classmates as well as many teachers.

Suzanne had no trouble freeing herself of her husband and son.

Amy, dressed in an Elvira-styled witch costume that flaunted her cleavage, was surrounded by a crowd of flatterers.

Suzanne quickly found Alan. But there was a problem: she couldn't work her plan because Katherine was clinging to Alan like glue.

Katherine kept the guys away from herself by remaining arm in arm with her brother. Secretly, she was also fantasizing to herself that they were an official couple. Not so secretly, she occasionally whispered sexy things into his ear, like, "Honey, I'm tired. I'm ready to go already. Take me home and fuck me."

That earned her a worried nudge and stern look from her brother.

But rather than stop, she added, "Big Rail Spike Brother, do you think that if you drag me over behind those trees and screw me silly, anyone would notice us?"

She giggled, but Alan gave such a desperate nonverbal plea that she toned it down - for a few minutes, anyway.

Suzanne decided to eliminate the competition. Walking up to Alan and Katherine as they stood outside talking to each other and doing their best to ignore most everyone else, she handed both of them glasses to drink.

Alan said, "Thanks, Aunt Suzy. I mean, Catwoman. What's in the drink?"

The liquid was black and smoke rose from the glasses. "It's called spooky punch. It's basically Long Island Iced Tea, with some coloring and dry ice."

Katherine took a sip. "Mmmm! Not bad. Is it alcoholic?"

"Just a tad. I'm sure Ralph wouldn't mind if you young'uns have a little." Suzanne was delighted that neither of the Plummer kids had any idea what a deceptively powerful alcoholic wallop Long Island Iced Teas packed.

Within an hour, Katherine was completely plastered. Suzanne took her to a coatroom and helped her lie down on a couch there. The girl immediately passed out. But the problem with Suzanne's plan was that Alan drank as much as his sister. Since he was a bit bigger and heavier and had more alcoholic tolerance, he was still on his feet when Suzanne came back, but obviously he was barely hanging on.

Worse, from Suzanne's perspective, an attractive young female classmate had replaced Katherine next to Alan, and in just the few minutes Suzanne was gone getting Katherine to a couch, the girl was already shamelessly flirting with him. This kind of thing would have never have happened to the old Alan. But the new Alan was oozing sexual experience and confidence, so such aggressive flirting was no surprise.

Suzanne decided to go mingle; hoping that by and by the girl would leave. She lingered nearby, ready to whisk Alan away if the opportunity struck.

She saw Susan mingling nearby, too. Susan was surrounded by a small crowd of young men, all trying their best to hit on her. Susan made eye contact with Suzanne, and gave her a look that said, "Rescue me!" But Suzanne smiled and kept walking, figuring that the attention might do Susan some good to her low self-confidence. Then Suzanne remembered that she had to change into her other outfit. She had it in a big bag in the cloakroom, so she went in there and changed.

When she found Alan again, the cute young girl was now draped all over him. She was running a hand over his chest and laughing at nearly everything he said. She had long, blonde hair, and looked like the wild, slutty type. He had another glass of spooky punch in his hand, and was about as wasted as he'd ever been.

Suzanne, drinking a martini, boldly walked up to the pair. "Excuse me, young sir," she said to Alan, completely ignoring the girl, "Can you help a damsel in distress?"

Suzanne used a French accent she'd picked up earlier in life so he wouldn't recognize her voice. She also tried to make her voice not sound so scratchy.

Her sexy accent fit her costume perfectly. She looked and acted like she'd just stepped out of the movie Dangerous Liaisons. Further, she tried to speak more nasally so he wouldn't recognize her very distinctive whispery and raspy tone. She also tied her hair back a bit so it wouldn't fall over her shoulders and she tucked her distinctive long teased strand of hair down her back and under her outfit.

"Sure!" he said unthinkingly. More doubtfully, he added, "Do I know you?"

Suzanne was delighted to confirm that Alan didn't recognize her. "Not yet, but you will, very well. Call me, um, Elle."

"Well excuse me, Elle," the girl said in a nasty voice, "but can't you see we're a little busy here?"

Suzanne dismissively sneered, "Little girl, why don't you run along to your Barbie and your doll house?"

"Well! I never!" The girl said huffily.

Suzanne chuckled to herself, then said, "That's your problem, missy. Leave this one to those of us who have."

Grabbing Alan's arm, Suzanne said, "Quick, it's urgent. Please come with me."

The girl stood there, stunned and at a loss of words. "Alan, are you going to let her treat me like that?"

"Sorry Carol, I'll be back in a bit," he said as Suzanne nearly dragged him towards the house.

CHAPTER 9

Alan's head was foggy, and he asked, "What was your name again?"

"Elle. Remember that, because you'll be screaming it later."

Alan was so befuddled that he couldn't figure out what she meant.

She pulled him all the way up the foot of the stairs of the house. "Come with me here," she said, and began to climb the stairs, still leading him by the hand.

Alan dumbly tried to process her comment. "'Come with me here.' 'Come with me here...' Something about that is weird. Don't you mean 'Come here with me?' Yeah, that's how it goes."

"Oui, that too," Suzanne said, as she discovered an empty bedroom and pushed him in it. When she said "come with me here," in her mind she spelled the first word "cum."

"Are we there yet?" Alan asked, still not really thinking.

Suzanne shut the door behind her, and stood leaning against it with Alan now trapped in the room. The room was dark except for the light of the moon pouring through the windows.

"Yes, we are," Suzanne replied, but now that she had him here, she wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um..." she said aloud, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd had a few drinks herself, and wasn't her usual sharp self.

Alan stood in the middle of the room not too concerned with much more than trying to stay standing. But it was slowly dawning on him what a gorgeous, big-breasted woman he was standing in front of. Her tits were all but popping out of her very low cut dress.

"You know, Elle, I gotta say, your boobs are almost the biggest..." he staggered, and fell forward until he was supporting himself with a wall.

"Yes, almost the biggest what?" Suzanne said.

"Oh, nothing, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I really want to know. Almost what?"

"Well, I was trying to say they're almost as big as the boobs of two other women I know."

Suzanne smiled a devilish smile, realizing this would be a good "foot in the door" for her plans. "Now, just a moment! My breasts are my best assets. You're telling me you know not one but two women with bigger boobs?"

"Yep."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true. I live near two of the most gorgeous women in the universe. Yours are pretty nice, but theirs are even nicer."

Suzanne was amused that Alan thought "Elle" wasn't as big or beautiful as her real identity. "I think you're wrong," she said firmly. "How can you tell for certain?"

"I don't know, I can just tell."

"You have not felt my boobs. I refuse to concede they're smaller than these other women's until you make sure with your hands."

"That's a fair cop. Okey-dokey." He reached out and cupped one of her boobs.

She held her hand on his and pulled down on her dress, which just ever-so-barely covered her nipples in the first place.

Her two towers of flesh popped out, and Alan began investigating their size more boldly. However, he was in his tiger suit, so he couldn't feel much with his "paws."

"Take off that suit, so you can properly check," she said. She pulled a zipper down his back and dragged the tiger suit off of his arms and down to his chest. His hands flew back to her boobs.

"So, what do you think? Are they the biggest?"

"Hmm. They're pretty fuckin' huge, lady. I mean Elle. I mean, they're quite large, madam. Pardon my language! You're nice, and yours are nice!" he said as he nearly swooned from alcohol. "But Susan's are nicer."

"Oh, are they?" Suzanne said, suddenly genuinely upset. It's amusing when he's comparing me to myself, but not when he prefers Susan! "What about this second woman?"

"Oh Suzanne? Way nicer, too. Sorry, but that's just how it is." He continued to fondle, and pulled her nipples nearly painfully.

"I refuse to believe that," Suzanne said as she began to pull her dress further down. "Look at me naked, and tell me honestly if you think these other women are prettier than me." She wore nothing under her dress so she was suddenly completely nude.

"Ho boy. That's nice." His hands began running all over Suzanne, but still focusing on her tits. He'd been conditioned in recent weeks to avoid touching pussies, so he refrained from that. "You look a lot like Suzanne, but she doesn't let me touch me much. I mean her. Much, I mean."

"She must be crazy. Am I having an effect yet?" She pulled his suit down further until it came to his knees. Alan didn't answer with words, but his penis sprang straight out to its full length, and that was all the answer Suzanne needed. "What do we have here?" she said as she reached down, possessed it with her hands, and began stroking. "Is this not proof that I am the more beautiful woman?"

"Sorry, Elle. I mean, you're making me hot, but you should see what these other two women do to me. It's really crazy, it is." He looked around the room dumbly. "By the way, what was the thing you wanted me to help you with?"

Suzanne grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pushed him backwards until he fell back onto the bed. Then she pulled his tiger suit completely off of his feet, so he was now totally naked except for the tiger mane covering the hair on his head, which was a separate piece.

"These women," she said. "Do they let you play with them?"

He nodded.

"Do they suck you off?"

He nodded more assertively.

"Do they let you fuck them?"

He stopped nodding and became sad.

She walked to the side of the bed, and pulled his limp body up the bed until his head was on a pillow, and then lay on top of him. "Because I would very much like you to fuck me. That errand I need help with? It's that I want you to give me a good fucking."

He still looked befuddled, so she clarified, "I want you to stick your cock in my pussy and ram me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear? Do you think you can do that?" She drew one of his hands to her pussy and he stroked her furry patch.

"Whoa! Wow. I don't know, Elle. I can try. I'm pretty drunk." The room swirled around him, and he was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. About the best he could do was grope and ogle this mysterious (from his perspective) and beautiful woman.

He managed to get himself over Suzanne/Elle, and sat on her legs so that his penis pointed towards her pussy. Without any further ado, and before she had a chance to get wet, he tried to stick his tool into her hole. But with the room spinning, the effect was that he kept poking his penis everywhere but where it belonged.

Suzanne, desiring more foreplay, decided this was a good thing. She grabbed control of his penis, but rather than stick it in, she played with it on her pussy lips, teasing herself with it on her clit and all around.

Alan was glad because it meant he could concentrate on holding his head instead to stop the room from spinning.

She began poking it in her tunnel a fraction of an inch and then pulling it back out, making herself wet and Alan increasingly frustrated yet aroused in the process.

"Oooh, Elle, I think I'm gonna be sick," he said.

That's really romantic, Suzanne thought in frustration. Giving up hope on lovemaking prowess from Alan in his current state, she stuck his penis in all the way.

Alan's natural instincts took over and he began poling her with a steady rhythm.

That's better. Much better! Suzanne thought, as he pleasured her with long, deep strokes into the center of her being.

"I'm hangin' on, I'm hangin' on," he said out loud to himself. "So good. You're so good, Elle. Fuck! Yes!"