CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

Meanwhile, out in the living room, Suzanne and Katherine were busy "greeting" each other some more. They knew that Alan and Susan would be gone for a good while. They focused on each other's pussies and clits. Lately it wasn't unusual to take a half an hour or more of extremely vigorous and talented sucking and licking before Alan would finally give up a load (given that there'd be lots of kissing and groping and resting going on as well). They all knew about his PC muscle control now, and both blessed it and cursed it. It was downright exhausting on the jaw muscles.

They sat on the couch next to each other, semi-clothed. Suzanne still kept her dress bunched around her waist, as if she was incapable of pulling it back down ever again. Katherine also kept her dress in a similar position. It didn't block any vital access, but it allowed one to quickly cover up. They also threw a sheet down over the couch to catch most of their cum and sweat.

They figured that when Susan came back they'd have a few moments to hear the door open and get decent and hide the sheet before she could walk down the hallway then down the stairs and get in eyesight of them. If worse came to worse and they got caught, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it still wasn't a good idea to get caught just yet.

Before long, they got into a sixty-nine and really went after each other. They munched each other to orgasm seemingly without ever tiring.

For nearly an hour, they hardly moved from their sixty-nine, because both of them had penis-starved pussies that needed pleasing, and satisfying any other sexual need was far down the list. Dildos or strap-ons would have been perfect to give both of them that "fucked by Alan" feeling they craved more than anything, but for once neither of them had any toys handy.

They still kept their dresses hanging around their midsections, and kept as quiet as they could to hear for the sound of doors opening or feet walking.

Finally, they heard the door to Alan's room open and shut. Luckily, they still had their dresses hanging around their midsections and were acutely listening for any sounds since Susan had been gone longer than expected.

Susan stopped by the bathroom so they had plenty of time to dress and make themselves presentable before Susan came down the stairs. Not having to wear bras or panties allowed one to get dressed in a hurry. They stuffed the wet sheet underneath the couch.

To Suzanne and Katherine's surprise, Alan and Susan came downstairs together. They both seemed quite satisfied with each other as they walked into the living room hand in hand.

Katherine and Suzanne wore expressions that made them look like they'd been watching TV the whole time.

Alan and Susan had hoped to catch the last of their favorite show, but they'd played tit games far too long and the show was long over.

Suzanne and Katherine were relieved that they didn't have to fill them in on any plot, because although the TV had been on, the volume had been completely muted and they hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to the screen. The smell of sex filled the room, but that too wasn't very unusual any more and didn't cause any suspicions.

Suzanne had had so much time to dress that she'd put back on all of the fancy clothes she'd arrived in, including her jacket. But after only a minute she decided that she'd overdone it in her zeal to hide what she and Katherine had been doing. While the others were making small talk, she pulled her dress up past her hips and opened up her top so her tits came falling out.

Susan was perturbed because Suzanne was pushing into new territory. Everyone knew that there would be teasing and flashing of skin once Alan had some more minutes to recover, but it was obvious from the way Alan was sitting that he wasn't hard and wasn't even in the mood to get that way anytime soon. Suzanne was just getting naked because she wanted to.

Susan protested, "Suzanne, I love you dearly, but what on God's green Earth do you think you're doing?"

"Just getting more comfortable. Between the three of us women, we're naked more often than not around Alan. Isn't it so? So why pretend? Why can't we just get as naked as we want to be, wherever we want to?"

Suzanne deliberately kept her dress over her stomach to highlight the shocking white skin of her twin tit wonders. The dress also pushed her tits up and made them look unusually large.

She added, "Anyway, we all know that Alan needs to drain his lizard at least six times a day. Is it enough to help him cum when he gets hard? I think not. We need to be more proactive so he can get hard and stay hard more often. That means we have to expose ourselves nearly constantly."

Susan was going to protest some more, but Alan spoke up first. "Mom, what's the problem? Suzanne's right. She's just helping me out with visual stimulation. But even if she wasn't, then so what? Why should we have any rules about clothing at all?"

Susan protested to the whole group, "But if we listened to Suzanne, that means it would never stop. The three of us would spend nearly every waking moment trying to arouse Alan, stroking and sucking him, then draining him of his precious seed. Then it would start all over again in a never-ending vicious circle."

Suzanne smiled. "That's right. And you see this as some kind of problem?" She glanced at Alan and winked.

Susan gasped. The enormity of Suzanne's vision hit her and she found herself pleased beyond words. She momentarily envisioned other women busy at the office chained to the nine to five grind while she stayed at home getting her chest and face bathed by load after load of her son's sweet cum. She felt weak in the knees. She found the idea of basically being enslaved to her son's desires to be particularly appealing. She managed to mutter, "Uh, no problem."

Suzanne pressed her advantage. "So, you see more nudity is a good thing." Her legs had been pressed together, but she opened them wide so everyone could see the entirety of her pussy and her reddish-brown bush.

Susan's mouth opened wider, but no words came out.

"This is sweet," Katherine said as she took all of her clothes off. She was quick to revel in her newfound freedom before Susan changed her mind. "No more of this 'Keep your clothes on, Angel' and 'Angel, looks like your blouse has fallen open' stuff that I hear all the time. Yes!" She punched a fist into the air triumphantly.

But Suzanne said, "That may be true, Katherine, but you have to think strategically. Sure, it's fun to undress and loosen up, but you'll still want to keep most of your clothes on most of the time to best tempt Alan. Look at me and then look at you. You're already out of clothes. You've got nowhere to go from there. But I still have all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of ways to recapture his eye if it wanders. You have to work your way to total nakedness slowly."

Suzanne visibly demonstrated, "Look at Alan's face and how he stares at my pussy. See how I have my legs open, but just a little bit. Watch how his attention keeps coming back to me as I move around and sometimes expose my pussy and sometimes close my legs again. It's the same with the way I keep things interesting with my breasts: covering, then stretching, then leaning forward, and so on. There's an art to teasing and you need to learn it."

Katherine saw the logic in that, as did Susan. They both nodded, as if students taking stripping and cockteasing lessons from the experienced Suzanne.

Suzanne then said to Katherine, "Now, put your postage stamp skirt back on, then your flimsy shirt that you cleverly always keep unbuttoned."

Katherine quickly complied. She noticed that Alan was watching her closely to see what would happen.

Then Suzanne continued, "Stand up, and take your shirt off again, but slowly."

Katherine had opened her shirt up wide from the front and was about to take it the rest of the way off.

But suddenly Suzanne said, "Freeze! Hold that position. Good. Now wait. Pull your skirt down further to where the top of your bush would be showing, if you had one. Good. Now go back to holding your shirt wide open."

With Katherine frozen in place like that, Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Now, Sweetie, tell us. Which is more attractive: Katherine like this, or her totally naked?"

Alan pondered.

While he was thinking, Katherine said, vamping it up, "Boy, it sure is hot in here. If you'll excuse me, I'll just have to take this off all the way!"

They all laughed.

Alan said, "If you put it that way, I like this better."

But Katherine made a nod towards Alan's short shorts and said, "Look. If this teasing is so good, then why is he still soft?"

Suzanne pointed out, "Susan just spent an hour draining Alan to within an inch of his life. If he could get erect yet again at this point it would be a miracle. But he's aroused in the mind and ready to go if the flesh is willing, isn't that right, Sweetie?"

Alan nodded.

The lesson learned, Katherine sat back down with her shirt still on, but wide open in the front. She kept her skirt low slung, and in fact dropped it even further. She basically imitated the way Suzanne sat topless on the couch, and tried to consciously mimic Suzanne's always sexy gestures and movements.

Susan was nervous in front of the others, but her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to stay dressed while the others slowly lost their clothes. Soon Alan was staring at six tits at once. Being a tit man, he'd never seen a lovelier sight.

But that was just the beginning. The three of them seemed to have some kind of unspoken competition to see who could arouse Alan the most. They once again followed his mood. Since his penis still needed time to recover, they started slowly.

For a while, everyone just watched television. But within half an hour, skirts rode up. Phallic objects were held, stroked, and even licked. Tops came completely off.

Mostly though, the teasing was verbal. For instance, the women joked a lot about fruits. Alan was asked if he wanted just about every large, round fruit imaginable. But this was generally Katherine and Suzanne's game, since Susan wasn't adept at innuendo. However, she paid close attention and started to learn the language. Every now and then, Suzanne offered suggestions in what was a continuing lesson for mother and daughter.

The unspoken question hanging over all their activity was: who would get to take care of Alan's next climax? There was the sense that whoever aroused him the best at the moment would get the privilege, but there was no telling, because it was ultimately up to Alan's whim.

Normally Susan would have been out of the running as she'd just done it, but since it was a Tuesday, that was far from certain. In fact, the surprising thing was that she was magnanimous enough to allow the other ones to remain over at the house and compete in this game at all. She was trying to work on being less possessive.

But at the same time, while she wasn't normally the competitive type, she was very competitive when it came to Alan's penis. It was clear from her mood and actions that she was determined to show the other two that Alan loved her best and would pick her.

But Suzanne felt the same. She thought her sexual talents could put her ahead of Susan.

And Katherine also thought that she alone deserved to be picked. She hoped her status as the most willing and eager fuck toy would cause him to pick her.

Alan realized that while the situation seemed wonderful on the surface, in reality he was in a serious pickle. No matter whom he picked, the other two would be very offended. Although Alan still had his penis in his pants, the situation was rapidly spinning out of control.

Because he was unwilling to choose, the situation soon spiraled out of control. Before long, the three women dropped the last of their clothes, and started reaching out to him, essentially begging.

Suzanne, looking uncharacteristically desperate, actually cried out, "Pick me! Pick me!" Soon Susan and Katherine picked up the call, and all three were crying "Pick Me" in unison. The sight was almost comical.

Alan was highly aroused by their eagerness. Thanks to all the "Pick Me!" cries, his erection finally reached its full size after an hour of constant teasing. But he knew that there was no way he could in good conscience pick one and hurt the other two. He wanted to pick and please them all, but he doubted his mother would take part in a multi-person blowjob with either or both or the other two at the same time.

He was about to announce that he wouldn't take any help at all, when an idea came to him. I know! I'll let chance decide. Then no one can blame me for losing.

He stood up dramatically, and said, "Okay, it's true. You all have got me ready to be drained yet again. What a day! I want all three of you equally. You're all so great and sexy; there's no way I can pick just one. That's why we have to play paper rock scissors."

The three women grumbled, but they went along with the idea. Katherine and Susan picked rock, but Suzanne picked paper.

Realizing she won, Suzanne was very cool and collected about it on the outside, as if she'd known she was going to win all along. But on the inside she was surprised by the strength of her emotion on just how happy the victory made her feel.

Alan was diplomatic. He shrugged his shoulders and said to the other two, "I'm really sorry. I'll make sure it evens out later. I'm especially sorry, Mom, for this to happen on a Tuesday. I'll be yours for the rest of the evening after she and I are done. Okay?"

Susan was so upset that she didn't say anything, but she nodded a tiny bit. She was doubtful, as was Alan, that he'd be able to get it up again after Suzanne was through with him.

Suzanne stood up next to Alan and took his hand. She wagged her finger at the others like a lecturing mother and said, "We might be out late, you two, so don't wait up." She realized it was immature to rub in her victory, especially since it was caused by pure chance, but she found she couldn't help herself. She swished and swayed her naked ass in a greatly exaggerated fashion as she walked upstairs with her hand in Alan's.

She thought as they silently made their way to his room, That was too close! It's time I clearly establish myself as Alan's main lover, or we're going to have many more awkward and ugly scenes like that one.

The other two just have to accept that I'm in charge here. I'm madly in love with him and I NEED him close to me, every day. I've never felt such need, not even from my husband way back when we were in love. Somehow, all the competition makes me want him ten times more than before. Yes, we're all going to fuck in one big orgy, but he needs to think of me as his primary partner, almost as if I was his wife. That's right. It should be just like if I was his wife. Me! Mrs. Alan Plummer! Heh-heh!

Okay, calm down. You're acting immature. Irrational. You're supposed to be the cool and calm femme fatale type. Get your act together, girl!

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne and Alan reached the door to his room.

But Suzanne wasn't done thinking, so she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." As he went ahead, she paused outside his door and continued pondering her situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan in that she'd been so busy just doing, that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that.

Pacing up and down the hallway, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the incest factor. I'm his Aunt Suzy, but not his real aunt, and in any case aunt status doesn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter roles in forbidden fruit desire.

The three of us women are all about equally attractive and personable in his eyes, but I have two things that puts me ahead of them: one, my scheming wiles, and two, my greater sexual skill and experience. In the short term I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can fundamentally reshape our relationship to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as a de facto wife, then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or mother. I'll be able to use my wits to stay one step ahead, though it won't be easy.

The problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. But fucking. A-ha! I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Alan needs to fuck me now. It's way overdue.

It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those vixens might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Katherine are secretly going to go steady.

So I'm going fuck him this very night. I'm so very ready! To be honest I don't know if this makes the best strategic sense or if it's my pussy doing the thinking and I just like the option that gets me fucked fast, but frankly I don't care. I need it!

She pushed open the door, and saw the welcome sight of a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at the bed. She covered him completely with her body.

After they kissed, she asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?"

"Uh, no," Alan replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" strategies would pay off again.

"Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?"

"How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!"

She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight."

She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving Alan a great view of her pussy. His penis was naturally hard and mere inches from it.

She pulled her pussy lips open.

Alan noticed just how thick those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick bush too. It seemed that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more assets than most women. He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap in between them.

She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and home away from home."

He bent closer, and marveled at just the delicate light pink shade of lips and inner membranes now that she was wide open. He figured her light color went with her ivory white skin.

Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?"

Alan got the idea, and put three fingers into her slit. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Suzanne's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?"

Both of them laughed. Once she recovered from laughter, she responded, "I do cum here often. I love this room; the cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of your sweet cum. Mmmm. Good memories."

Suzanne was eager to fuck, but first she wanted Alan to get her off. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine can be a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?"

Alan had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow better than the others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She taught him how to best stimulate it, and he went to town doing exactly what she wanted. But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely.

That surprised him. She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Get right to the edge, and then stop and get a second wind, just like you always do. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses, I'll have the mother of all orgasms. Just you wait and see."

So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, so he did. She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time with Katherine and Susan waiting below, and she wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her best friend's Tuesday "tradition."

She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there, she had Alan pause again and take his hand out altogether. She decided to hold out so her massive climax could take place when they fucked.

She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Alan always does, so this'll be the greatest of all fucks. No ordinary "boom boom" fuck - with Alan I've got to make it the most pleasurable fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay.

But no sooner did she say this when she betrayed her own plan. Her pussy was simply too needy. She sat on her heels on his bed, and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production out of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time that you fuck me NOW! Hard! Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?"

Alan's penis was clearly twitching and ready to go, but Suzanne was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. She was even more surprised when he said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?"

She was beside herself with disbelief, but before she could demand an explanation he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd love to do that. I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain. Come on, Suzanne! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Katherine on Saturday. She seems on the edge lately. Who knows what she'd do?"

Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through Alan's door, even though she'd done it herself on several occasions. She'd thought locking the door was good enough but she recalled the keyhole that let through a lot of sound.

She still couldn't believe they wouldn't get a chance to fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door.

Suzanne put her ear on the door. Even though the room was generally soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side.

She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! You had a full hour alone with him in the room a short while ago. Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this guy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention MY needs! I'm dying! He's dying! Let us do it already!

She paced back and forth. She was having a hard time not thinking very unkind and hurtful things about her best friend.

Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew that there was someone on the other side of the door.

Suzanne momentarily pondered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans. There was no way to have a great fuck with a rapt listener at the door.

She shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. First chance Alan is free, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies. Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, afternoon naps, dinner, tennis tournament, S-Club, and God knows what else.... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got the Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend, too. FUUUUUCCCKK!

She shook her fist again, and then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of the pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think.

She breathed slowly several times, and then thought, This is a quandary, and my time with Alan right now is limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday before he leaves that evening for the trip. Definitely. Damn.

Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "Jacking you off is so much fun, but my hands are getting tired. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was able to hear everything she said above a whisper.

CHAPTER 3

Suzanne hopped back in the bed, and in fact got back to jacking him off, but her face had a heavy frown.

Alan was much more composed. He was actually amused at the extent of her frustration, and smiled at her. It was amusing for him because for once the tables were turned and she felt the way he'd grown used to feeling nearly every day. Weeks of such constant frustration had given him some immunity to situations like this. Experiencing the excruciatingly frustrating inability to fuck was such a usual thing that this was just more water under the bridge.

He knew that Susan looked far too antsy when they'd left her. He almost considered it a given that she's snoop on them. He was surprised that the normally extremely astute and observant Suzanne hadn't picked that up as well.

But Suzanne's senses and skills were dulled by an overwhelming desire to fuck, and it was getting worse every day. First, her "Elle" experience and then her few precious seconds of fucking in the ocean on Sunday had brought her so close that she could taste it. Alan at least had other delicious women to fuck, such as his sister, which made the constant torment from the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and Glory somewhat bearable. But Suzanne had no other male sex partners but Alan (she didn't even think about having sex with her husband). So, as her desire kept increasing, she was starting to act rashly.

Back on the bed, with Alan's thick and wet penis in her hands giving her some consolation, she pondered what they could do to take the edge off of her raging need. She pondered the possibilities. Let's see. More blowjobs? Nah. Titfuck? Nah. Anal sex? ... Ah, that's a good one. But he's so resistant to that. Now's not the time to talk him into it, with Susan listening in and time running out.

Cunnilingus? YES! That's what I want. I've got this massive orgasm still welling up in me despite Susan's rude interruption, and he can release it with his tongue. Yes! Maybe that'll allow me to endure another day.

Alan leaned forward and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Suzanne, I'd love to fuck you so terribly badly, but when it comes to doing stuff in the house, I have-"

Suzanne cut him off, whispering back, "Never mind. Let's talk about it later. Just shut up and lick me. Go down on me. Please! I beg you! I need release so bad. Right now!"

Sitting on her heels, she arched backwards until her head hit the bed. She was presenting her pussy to him as if on a platter. She joked, "Remember what I said about the cookies?"

He replied, "'Hot and fresh and served on a platter.' Just the way I like it."

He licked his lips and eagerly moved into position to accept her offering. He'd done this a couple of times, and was getting to like it a little more each time.

He thought, I'm going to fuck Suzanne soon. If she wants it, she makes it happen. But in the meantime, I've got to make do. I think going down is going to be a lot of fun, if I'm doing it with Suzanne. Knowing her, she's got some secret sex tricks that'll make it twice as orgasmic as doing it with anyone else.

As he moved his head between her legs, she spoke from her bent back position in a low voice she hoped Susan couldn't hear. "Let's be real quiet so Susan doesn't know what we're doing. That'll drive her crazy."

Alan nodded, and placed his head right above her pussy. "Suzanne, you're so very, very wet. I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wet, and that's saying something."

"Sweetie, who always makes me that way? For the love of God, please stop talking and do me already!"

He dove in with his tongue. Suzanne was radiating an aching need, and he knew he had to do his very best to give her the satisfaction she craved and deserved. But he hardly had to do anything.

After only a minute or two from when his tongue found its way into her inner lips and his fingers found her clit, she flew her upper body forward, and still sitting on her heels, grabbed onto any parts of Alan she could reach and grasped him as if holding on for dear life. Then she let out a piercing scream as the climax that had been building for the past half hour finally found desperate release.

Her fingernails tore into the flesh on his back as she continued to scream and cum. Alan found his face drenched with her juices. The fluid came out with such force that he wondered if it would have squirted out of her, like a man, if his tongue and face hadn't been in the way.

She collapsed as if dead and then sprawled out onto his bed.

Alan though was in better shape, and in fact had yet to cum.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he hopped up to see if he could hear the sounds of his mother panting. To his surprise, just as he put his ear to the door, he heard the sound of Susan talking. Her voice grew louder and he realized she was walking down the hallway towards his door.

He couldn't clearly hear Susan's question, but he heard Katherine answer. "I don't know what happened. It sounds like Suzanne came in a major, royal, first rate climax. But I have no idea what they're doing. They said a few strange things. Suzanne said something a few minutes about wanting to be truly fucked, but Alan laughed it off as a joke. Then she asked him to quote do her unquote. Then it's been pretty silent until this scream."

It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had screamed so loud that Susan must have heard from downstairs and come to investigate. So it wasn't Mom listening, but Sis? Fuck. Too bad we didn't know, but the effect now is the same. No fucking tonight.

He heard Susan say, "Fucked, eh? Will see about that." Then he heard a colossally loud sound right by his head, and he realized Susan was starting to pound on the door. He quickly pulled his ear away and backed off towards the bed.

Susan said through the door, "Suzanne? Are you okay in there? I just heard a scream. What's going on?" She pounded on the door some more.

Suzanne roused herself on the bed, and answered, loudly, "I'm fine. Never been better! Alan's taking great care of me."

Susan kept pounding on the door and repeatedly trying to turn the doorknob even though it was locked. "Can you open the door? I want to make sure everything is okay. Please open the door."

Alan was back near Suzanne's side, so she pulled him close and whispered the obvious. "She thinks we might be fucking, and is trying to break it up. If only she were right. God DAMN."

Susan continued to knock. "Alan? Can you open up? Please? Tiger?"

Alan went and opened the door. Susan and Katherine stood there, both dressed for once, and both looking very concerned. As their eyes settled on his face, their eyes went wide, and Alan wondered if he'd done something wrong.

Susan pointed at his face and asked in wonder, "Is that cum? Suzanne's cum?"

Alan put a hand to his face, and rather sheepishly realized that it was dripping with Suzanne's juices. For once the shoe was on the other foot, and he was on the receiving end of a facial. A very wet facial. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Suzanne was just teaching me how to better go down on a woman."

Susan said in shock, "So you didn't... That means you and her didn't..."

"No, we didn't, Mom," he replied, as if the idea was silly. He protested a bit disingenuously, "Don't you know that I always obey your boundaries? Whatever gave you that idea that we would do something like that?"

Susan briefly glared at Katherine, who now looked to be the sheepish one. But the mother was much more relieved than upset to be wrong. "Sorry. It's just the scream was so loud. I trust you..." Yet it was obvious to everyone she didn't trust enough not to check. "But never mind. Since you two look done, why don't you come downstairs and we all can do something nonsexual for a change? Amy just arrived."

Suzanne sat up in bed with a start. "Amy?" Her voice was so filled with amazement at the name that it was as if she only just realized she had a daughter. And in fact she'd been so out of it that was how she felt.

It occurred to her just then that when she'd set new nakedness rules earlier in the evening that she'd completely failed to consider Amy. She ruefully realized that Amy was unlikely to wear anything at the Plummer house any more, given the way she loved nakedness. Thinking about her daughter made her remember that she was a married woman with children. The "real world" came flooding back.

Suzanne had hoped to get much more of Alan's tongue on her box as soon as she'd recovered, but she surveyed the scene and realized that wasn't going to happen. Alan was flaccid again, and the other two were looking at her expectantly and impatiently.

She'd come into the room buck naked, so she walked out of it the same way. As she passed Alan standing near the other two by the door, she grabbed him by the balls and whispered, "I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. You're right. No privacy in this house, and too many interruptions. But I'm sure your mother will take care of this problem soon enough" - she squeezed his balls tighter - "if she doesn't give me another chance."

She walked off to the bathroom so she could slip into a bath robe before greeting her daughter downstairs.

She thought, I just realized something very key. Alan has a nearly inhuman ability to delay gratification. That's the key to understanding everything. There's his respectfulness and the way he just doesn't up and rape us all...

And then there's his ability to always barely fend off orgasm with his little strategic breaks so his penis is seemingly always hard. And by delaying so well, he ends up getting and giving far greater pleasures in the end. Things around here would be quite different if he gave into his urges more. Things have been getting so intense that he's slowly turning us all into his nymphomaniac servants, probably without even realizing what he's doing.

Look at me. I'm a wreck because of the anticipation, but he can deal with it. He just keeps going and going like some kind of sex mad Energizer bunny. If I don't watch out, he's going to end up in charge of everything.

Alan went back into his room to change into some clothes. He just shook his head in wonder at all the strange things happening to him on an hourly basis.

CHAPTER 4

Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not getting off with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience and was looking forward to doing something mellow like watching television. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy 'Red Dwarf', and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down and watching a couple of episodes. As it was already about 9:30, he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob.

But he was mistaken. Suzanne may have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were sexually worked up.

As Susan had said, Amy was there too. She gave Alan an endearingly cute little wave hello, which he returned with a smile. She wasn't particularly worked up at the moment, but she always seemed up for whatever the others wanted to do.

They all moved into the living room where Alan attempted to explain his Red Dwarf viewing plan.

Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making up there and all."

Alan was confused what this welcoming entailed, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. This in fact was the first time they'd kissed on the lips, but it seemed perfectly natural after everything else they'd done to each other. The kiss went on and on.

When it was over, Katherine explained, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy's agreement was a given, which is why Katherine only bothered to ask after the kiss was over.

Katherine then said to Susan, "Since I've greeted Amy, now it's your turn."

Susan sat silently. She was tensed up from a couple of hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son. In fact, she'd been spacing out while imagining what it would be like to deep throat him. She almost ignored the kiss between Amy and Katherine.

But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was a different matter. She told herself that she only wanted to get back to her favorite position, with her head between her son's thighs. Anything else was an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly. So she said in a distracted voice, "No thanks, you go ahead."

Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom, aren't you going to greet Amy already?"

Susan obviously wasn't planning on moving from her seat. "Really, I shouldn't. She's just a girl. So innocent. It's so improper!" Susan truly thought kissing Amy was going too far, though she didn't feel nearly as strongly about such things as Suzanne did.

"Awww, come on," prodded Katherine. "Chiiiickeeen! Bauwk, bauwk, bauwk! Chicken!" Katherine clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken.

Suzanne was noticeably silent, but resigned to the situation. She was only paying half attention too, as she was busy thinking about her failure to get fucked and her failure to control her desires. Her top priority at the moment was figuring out a time when she could be alone with Alan without being disturbed.

Alan smiled at his sister's chicken antics, but thought it would be diplomatic to stay clear of adding to the clucking. He did add though, more diplomatically, "Come on, Mom. If you don't, you'll hurt her feelings. Amy is always feeling left out. She's growing up now and should be treated like an adult, not a baby. It's okay."

That persuaded Susan to go ahead with the kiss, though she remained very reluctant. She stood and said, "Very well."

The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue had a mind of its own and played with Amy's tongue deep in her mouth.

Susan disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious Amy wanted the kiss to go on.

Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses on Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely.

Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and moaned in delight. She thought, I really need to get a hold of myself. I get so hot thinking about my tasty spermy son that I'm doing all these crazy things. People who didn't know any better might look in and think I'm some kind of lesbian!

Suzanne was flummoxed as she watched the kiss. I guess it's good and natural that they kiss. After all, I want an open-ended orgy in this house, and I don't have a problem, in theory, with Amy being with any one else here, except me of course.

But to see this in reality.... She's my little baby! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has needs. Given that she has my genes, she must have very great sexual needs. I suppose if I had to choose I couldn't think of a better guy for her than Alan, but he's MY guy now. I can't out and out say that though, since he doesn't know that I'm going to be his top woman.

Susan said to everyone as she flopped back on the couch, "There! You happy? Now we can watch some TV."

"I am," said Katherine.

"Me too!" said a very bubbly Amy.

"But there's one thing we're still missing," Katherine added.

"What's that?" asked Suzanne curiously. Usually she thought of every angle but she knew today wasn't her best day for thinking. Is she going to ask Alan and Amy to kiss? ... Oh no. Is she going to ask ME to kiss my own daughter? No way. Ain't gonna happen. Even in an orgy tangle of bodies I'm not gonna so much as touch her. She's my real flesh and blood!

But Katherine anticipated Suzanne's reluctance to kiss Amy and was thinking of something else. "We all have an attention grabbing sign for Alan now, except for Amy." Katherine quickly explained to Amy about another new custom, Alan's "getting of attention," and what everyone's signals were.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "Ooh! Ooh! I definitely want my own signal too!"

"What'll it be, Alan?" asked Katherine. "You've already picked some good spots. You don't want to repeat yourself." She pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and rubbed at her bare patch, to remind him of his signal with her.

"Hmm, that's true," he realized. "What if I kiss Amy on the lips, since everyone else here is. But since that's a bit tame compared with the other greetings, at the same time I can run my hands all over her while the kiss lasts."

Suzanne in particular wasn't too happy about this, but before anyone could voice a dissent, Alan leaned in and physically demonstrated his idea.

He and Amy locked their lips and kissed intently and ravenously.

Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another.

Alan meanwhile stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while another hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally there was no underwear for him to overcome. Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch.

As the kiss went on, he pulled her shorts down to her knees. The hand on the butt soon migrated around to Amy's shaved pussy. He was fingering it by the time they ran out of breath and the kiss had to end.

Alan looked around. He wondered if he'd gone too far. Amy had been standing there fully clothed one minute, and by the end of the kiss she was just about completely naked and all but fucked standing up.

Katherine looked jealous.

Suzanne was in denial.

"I don't know..." said Susan doubtfully. "That's like you're getting a three in one deal, or even four in one, with the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a passionate kiss and grope.

Upset that she was wearing fairly unrevealing clothes, Susan pulled her shirt up to her shoulders to expose her rack and thrust her chest out. She thought to herself, Tiger, look over here. Not at Amy. Look at your mommy's tits. Don't you love them? Mommy's tits are bigger. They belong to you now!

She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when Alan was sucking on her nipples earlier.

This is how my tits should always be: buck naked with my nipples erect and ready for fondling. By Alan. Only by Alan. Titfuck them! Then my Tiger is going to suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk your mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt. She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. (I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...)

A slightly more level-headed Suzanne said, "I agree with Susan. That goes too far." Suzanne still felt very protective when it came to Amy and sex.

She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes. Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. Looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon that made her like this.

Alan spoke up. "Well, I have an idea. But first, Amy, I have something important to say to you, so could you take the rest of your clothes off?"

"M'kay!" she said enthusiastically. She still had her shorts hanging around her knees and a loose shirt open down the front, but she took care of that in seconds. She didn't question the logic of why she had to be naked to hear something important.

Suzanne started to say, "Hey, wait a minute. What does that have to do-"

But Alan interrupted. "As I was going to say, would such a kiss be going too far if Amy was my girlfriend?"

CHAPTER 5

There was dead silence for a few moments. It took some time for his words to sink in.

"What?" all of the women suddenly said this in nearly unison. Four women began talking to him at once and he couldn't understand any of it.

Everyone was shocked, but Amy was the most shocked of all. She squealed a high pitch yell of pure joy.

Susan even stopped fondling her breasts temporarily in surprise at the noise.

Katherine frowned, feeling extremely upset and much more jealous than ever before.

"Wait, wait, wait. Just wait a minute, everybody," Alan said, taking advantage of the relative silence that followed Amy's squeal. He turned toward Amy. "I know we haven't discussed this, Amy, but would you want to be my official girlfriend, even as I continue to have sex with other women, including all the other women in this room?"

"Why sure," said Amy, overcome with joy. "Anything you want!" She squealed in delight again, and then pumped her fists in the air. "YES! Woo-hoo!" Then she leaned up against him.

He embraced her tightly, very pleased at her response.

Susan wanted to point out that Alan wasn't actually having sex with anyone in the room (so far as she knew) but didn't want to break the mood.

"We can try it out," Alan continued in a casual voice while fondling Amy's ass, "but you'll have to remember that it would mean you're no more special to me than anyone else in this room. I love you a lot, and I'm not trying to be cruel, but I have to be brutally honest about how the situation is. Obviously, in some ways Katherine and Susan are even more special to me than you are, and that includes sexually. Even though they're my relatives, they're also my fuck partners."

Susan again felt the need to correct his statement, but let him continue. Katherine was going to start an angry outburst, but his last sentences temporarily silenced her.

He went on, "And even Suzanne, while not family, has a longer and deeper tie to me than you do. Although I've known you forever, Amy, you and I didn't really closely bond until recently. But Suzanne has always been my Aunt Suzy, ever since I can remember. Lately, she and I have developed a sexual bond that I don't intend on ever breaking.

"So what this all means is that we would go on dates and do stuff together publicly, but in return, if Suzanne, Susan, or Katherine want to do anything with me sexually like suck my penis, or even fuck me, their wishes would come first, over yours. It's a trade off. You can do more in public, but they can do more in private."

He added, "In reality, I feel like all of you are my favorite girlfriend, and I'd love to have Sis as my girlfriend, but obviously that can't happen publicly. Amy is the only acceptable female for the public eye. If I was, say, fucking you, Amy, and my mom came up to me and wanted to me to fuck her right then, I'd have to roll right off of you and pound her pussy into oblivion first. Then of course I'd fuck you too."

He said all this in a normal tone of voice, as if this was how boys often asked girls to be their girlfriends. All the while, he continued to play with her bare ass cheeks like he owned them.

Susan finally felt she couldn't stay quiet. "Alan! I'm your mother, not your fuck partner! Stop talking about fucking me already!" Her shirt was still hanging uselessly up around her shoulders, and in her mind she was still singing "The Alan Song."

He just ignored her. She's deceiving herself again, but she'll understand in time. It's amazing how she denies her true feelings, even now. He brought one hand from her ass to her chest and began fondling her there, too. "What do you say, Amy?"

"I'll do anything you want, Alan. I'll gladly share you with anyone. Especially if it's these special people. I love everybody. I'm just so happy!" She bounced up and down excitedly. Alan watched her boobs jiggle endlessly as she kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing with happiness.

She leaned in and kissed him. All of his casual fondling in front of the others had gotten her hot and she was ready for a scorching kiss.

But he said, "Amy, let's not just kiss, but let me 'get your attention.'"

"Oh, right! M'kay! Sorry!" She unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts and took out his stiff prick, even though this wasn't part of the "attention" tradition, at least as practiced so far.

They kissed much more passionately and physically than the first time, which was already very intense. It was as if they merged at the mouth. Once again he roamed his hands all over her, while she tried her best to get him to shoot a load by pumping his penis with both hands. His shorts had fallen to the floor shortly after the fly was unzipped but somehow Amy managed to get his shirt off in the middle of the kiss as well.

Soon he switched to dry humping her, with his penis thrusting between her thighs and right along the outside of her pussy. He was all but fucking her standing up, even though they stood in front of his mother and his sister, and her mother.

At one point, she managed to jump up into his arms, so he wound up holding her up by her ass and she ground her entire body into his.

Katherine in particular was still fuming at the idea of Amy being Alan's girlfriend, and the way the two of them dry humped right in front of her steamed her even more. It also aroused her terribly. She didn't realize a person could be so turned on and angry at the same time.

She at least felt somewhat mollified by the arrangement Alan had just explained, that the other three came first. If he hadn't had qualified his statement with that, the whole house would have gone into an uproar, not just from Katherine, but from Susan and Suzanne too.

As it was, she managed to restrain herself to merely snidely saying, "You two, get a room."

Amy immediately responded, "M'kay!"

She was so guileless that Alan found himself laughing. He had to put her back on the floor, but the "kiss" kept going.

Alan planned to talk to his sister about the girlfriend idea later in private and calm her concerns some more. He'd thought this through already, and was confident how it would all play out. He would repeatedly soothe Katherine with the thought that he considered her more of his true girlfriend than Amy, which was true. He believed Amy was pleasantly pliant and would agree to anything. He could even humiliate her in any way, and only didn't because he was a nice guy.

He didn't know that Susan and Suzanne had already been discussing the idea amongst themselves that very morning, but had he known it wouldn't have surprised him too much, because the idea made so much sense. Katherine would come around. But that was later. Right now he wanted to enjoy Amy to the fullest.

To call what they were doing a kiss or even the 'getting of attention' was an understatement. Alan began rhythmically sliding his penis through Amy's thighs, making it even more like they were fucking than it already was. The two of them went at it without much concern for time or their audience, doing whatever they liked.

Alan found Amy surprisingly active: she wasn't just the pliant and well-endowed body he'd come to expect, but she groped at him with the same aggressiveness her mother Suzanne usually showed.

She kept one hand grasping his penis, tightly squeezing and stroking it at all times, at least until he began fucking through her upper thighs. Then she used her thigh muscles to squeeze it in delightful ways as it slid in and out.

Her other hand ran through his hair, felt up his chest, explored the flexing biceps of his arms, and more. She even stuck her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them.

She also was more vocal than ever before. When she wasn't moaning or squealing, which was often, she said things like, "Oh yeah. Grab me there. That's good. Squeeze that tit! Tighter! Good! Yeah!"

Alan meanwhile spent a long time concentrating on his favorite part of her anatomy: her ass. He enjoyed the fact that it was so wide and big, yet so firm.

In the midst of all this "kissing," they did manage to kiss some too. He was a good number of inches taller and Amy wasn't wearing any shoes, so Amy had to stand on her tiptoes or Alan had to bend down whenever their lips locked. Height difference was not a problem with any of the other Amazon-sized women in the house. In fact, Alan was often a bit shorter when the others wore their high heels. Amy was actually fairly tall for a girl her age, and only seemed short compared to them.

When the kiss (and thigh fucking) ended, Alan looked up and asked, "Is everyone else okay with that idea? The Amy girlfriend idea?"

The others had been watching intently. Susan was still fondling her own boobs. She was huffing and puffing like an old steam train, and was in no shape to object to anything. Insofar as any conscious thought crossed her sex-obsessed brain, it was pride that Alan had added another gorgeous woman to his de facto harem.

Suzanne was a bit shocked at seeing her daughter get so physical, but she restrained herself from complaining. She realized on a theoretical level that Amy and Alan together made sense, and had even suggested it on her own.

She thought, He does have to take someone his own age, for appearances with his classmates. I should welcome this, because it's much better than him doing the same with Katherine.

But will this derail my plans? Not if I'm smart. I need to turn this surprise around and use it to my advantage. I can use Amy to pull him away from the other Plummers and towards us Pestridges. Amy will do anything I say. If I can embrace her sexual role, I may be able to get things done through her to keep the other two well fucked, sure, but not his number one sexual partner. I just have to embrace this. It sure isn't easy though.

Amy is still my darling little baby. But she's also a woman now. I have to face reality... Her mind kept racing around on these thoughts.

Katherine on the other hand wasn't thinking logically but was operating on a purely emotional level. She was ready to kill Alan with her jealousy, but she bottled it in until she could be alone with him. She realized on some level that Alan and Amy made sense, so she bit her tongue for the moment.

So, in the end, everyone nodded in response to Alan's question, including an enthusiastic nod from Amy. He found that cute. Katherine's nod was so brief it was almost indiscernible, but Alan optimistically took that as a yes.

Somehow he'd managed to not cum yet, though it wasn't easy.

Amy didn't want to let go of his penis or stop massaging it, even now. She said, "Alan, I like to feel your cock sliding all over my tummy. Can you put it back there?" She closed the distance between them again and rubbed her boobs into his chest.

Unfortunately, Alan was too close to cumming to allow her to play with his penis for a while. He finally had to pick up his shorts from the floor and put them back on, then stuff his stiff engorged penis back inside them to get her to stop. He purposely held off from cumming because he had special plans for that particular load and didn't know how much more he could manage any time soon.

Alan looked around the room as he continued to hold and caress the naked Amy in his arms. He was fairly amazed to see the other females just sitting around patiently, in various states of undress. The last "kiss" alone had taken at least five minutes, but no one complained.

Susan especially seemed to have a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment" attitude - actually, more of a "let the lovebirds enjoy their moment while I enjoy sucking my own breasts" moment.

Katherine's eyes shot daggers at him, but her hand was also frantically moving around underneath her skirt.

The fact was, all of them, even Suzanne, were too sexed up, too eager to please, and too spellbound to object to his desires on this, even though he and they largely failed to fully realize this.

For instance, the main reason Katherine didn't have a public fit was because, through her anger, it occurred to her that a fuck toy doesn't complain. Somehow, not complaining and thus reveling in her subservient role actually powerfully aroused her.

He said to his new girlfriend, "Okay Amy, that's how it is."

She grabbed his hand, and they held hands tightly. "M'kay!" she repeated. "I'm psyched!"

But he continued, "However, some bad news. Even though you're my girlfriend, I may not be able to be with you much in the near future. I'm grounded the rest of this week, and then I go on the hiking trip this weekend. So the first time we can go on a date I guess is next weekend."

"I can't wait!" said Amy joyfully. "You're the bestest, most amazingest boyfriend I could ever want! You've made me so very happy!"

She pulled away from him because she was so happy that she couldn't help but frolic. Thanks to all her cheerleading training, her frolicking was much like a cheerleading routine. The only difference was she was now doing her routine moves in front of her closest friends while utterly naked.

Alan watched her leg kicks with amusement, and after she calmed down a minute or two later, he continued, "I hope I can make you happy. Very happy. Even though we may not go on an official date soon, we'll be doing lots of fun things before then. Like this. Come here."

She rushed to his side.

He put one of his hands back on her crotch and then stuffed three fingers right up her pussy. He wanted to see if he could go this far in front of everyone, but he needn't have bothered testing. He looked at Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in the eye, one by one. All three of them had various gripes, but none of them said or did anything to stop him.

He smiled a very happy smile. Yes. This is how it's going to be. I'm going to fuck them all, separately and together. Nothing will stop me.

Alan had never felt so elated in his life. Stranger, a sense of power swept through him, flush with the knowledge that so many beautiful women were obedient to his sexual wishes.

CHAPTER 6

Alan continued to explain things to Amy as she stood naked next to him slowly running her hands up and down his erection through his shorts. Everyone else sat around in what little clothes they happened to have hanging on, watching the new couple. He talked with three of his fingers up her pussy, but he tried to act as if that was nothing unusual.

"One other thing you should know, Amy, is that Tuesday is a special day for me and my mom. Only she is allowed to pleasure me on Tuesdays."

"I knew that already, silly. Everybody knows that."

"Oh. Since that's today, I think it would be good if she does that right now in front of everyone so you can understand how things work, and see if you're okay with it and if she's okay with it." Alan wanted to be absolutely sure that Amy wouldn't suddenly get jealous and possessive now that she was his official boyfriend. He felt it necessary to test her attitude right away. "Susan, can you do the honors?"

Susan shyly nodded and stood up. She'd made huge strides in what she was willing to do in front of the others, most of it just in the past two days.

Alan took his erect penis out of his shorts yet again – it had been covered only a minute or two and he'd hardly gotten any respite from Amy's constant stimulation. He took his fingers out of Amy so he could fully enjoy whatever Susan might do next.

He turned to Susan and smeared Amy's juices all over his mother's chest.

Susan didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She always liked to get sexually tagged or marked if it some way illustrated her relationship with her son.

"I've been holding back my cum just for you, Mom. All this talk and kissing has me plenty hard. I sure blew past my required six times a day today! ... Oh, that reminds me. The numbering is something we should explain to Amy finally. She's gotten the gist, but we've never fully explained the six times a day treatment."

Susan was quickly becoming accustomed to getting sexual with Alan while Katherine was watching, and she was willing to do what she was told to do, but she nonetheless felt very nervous in front of a total of three other women.

She tried to psych herself up. I have to do this. I have to show them all who is number one in Alan's heart. And show them who the best cocksucker is! I have to remember his words: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." I'm the boss in this house and his REAL girlfriend. Nobody can love him more than his mommy. It's only right if he makes me do this, because this is what I do now. I suck his cock and let him play with my body. That's my rightful role in life. That's what good mommies do.

Her shirt still hung around her shoulders and her tits wobbled around freely. She arched her chest forward to emphasize and display her tits even better. She still wore a relatively long skirt, though as usual there was nothing underneath it except dripping pussy juices.

Alan and Amy were standing next to each other, while everyone else sat around on different couches that faced the TV.  Alan walked between couches towards the TV. He sat on a low table where everyone usually put their feet up while watching TV. From there, everyone could see him clearly.

Susan got off the couch and fell to her knees before Alan.

Everyone else leaned forwards in anticipation.

Susan didn't say a thing. She just leaned forward and began sucking Alan's penis. Doing such an act in front of just Suzanne, Katherine, or Amy alone would have been okay for her. But by doing it in front of all three, she felt like she was on stage in front of a crowd. Yet she found the feeling strangely exhilarating.

After about a minute of loud licking, Alan said, "Wait a minute, Mom. I think you're far too overdressed. Please get more comfortable."

Susan began pulling her shirt resting on her shoulders the rest of the way off.

"Wait," Alan said again. "Stand up while you take everything off."

So Susan put the shirt back in place and stood up. Alan's command made her feel even more like a subservient object on display to all for his amusement, and it drove her wild with lust. She stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. She then started to take off both her shirt and dress at once, trying to get this humiliating experience over with as soon as possible, even while she enjoyed every second.

She took both items off in as seductive a manner as she could.

But Alan still wasn't satisfied. "Wait," Alan said yet again, after she was all done. "Start over. Can't you do it more sexily? Actually, I want you to put on a strip show. Pretend you're the conservative Susan we all used to know. Put on one of your old dress shirts and act like the old mom even as you strip for us all."

Susan wordlessly walked to the underwear cabinet at the front of the house to get one of her old blouses that covered her up completely. The others could still watch her from the living room. She also put on a long dress that she now only wore when going outside the house. She even put a white ribbon in her hair, which was something she used to wear nearly every day before her sexual liberation.

"Tiger, you think I'll do anything you say, don't you?" she said to her son in mock exasperated tones as she picked out clothes to wear.

"Let's see ... yes!" Alan replied with deft comic timing.

Everyone laughed.

Susan quickly put on the blouse, saying to Alan, "How is it, that after being turned into this sexual ... addict, this predator, who wants to fuck his whole family and the neighbor's family as well, he even wants to fuck his own mother for crying out loud, how is it that you're still so cute and lovable?"

"Excellent mothering," Alan replied, both joking and serious at the same time.

Susan, now back in the living room, took that as a cue to begin her strip tease. Pretending that no one else was in the room, she said to Alan, "So, you think having your mother strip like some sleazy lap dancer constitutes excellent mothering? I'm shocked at you! Shocked!" Even as she said this, she began to unbutton her blouse and wiggle her butt.

"The very idea of nakedness – I find it appalling," Susan added, now really getting into parodying her old self. Her voice changed, sounding more terse and uptight. "It's almost as bad as sex, and we all know how bad that is." She completed unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. "It's so improper!"

"But even worse than that are these two big things," she said as she briefly flashed her boobs and then closed her blouse. "God, how I hate them. Maybe I should have them reduced. What do you think, Tiger, are they too big?" She opened her blouse all the way, as if to get Alan's feedback on having breast reduction surgery.

"Oh wait!" she said in mock horror, as she continued to wiggle her butt more enthusiastically, "You're not supposed to see those. Quick, look away!" She acted as if rebuttoning her blouse was not an option. Instead of trying to hide her tits, she cupped them from below with her hands, making them look even bigger than they already were.

"You're not looking away, Alan! If you stare at these too long, it will make you go blind, and you'll go to Hell, too, as a blind man. Wait, I have an idea. If I raise my skirt, that will distract your attention."

She pulled her skirt up and exposed her hairy bush. She put on a very innocent but shocked face. "Oh no! I'm not supposed to be showing you that either! Whatever will I do?"

She considered what to do next to make her actions sexier. She wanted to make him forget all about Amy and prove to everyone that she loved him the best in every way. In the meantime her wiggling turned into more of a dance, even though there was no music playing.

Alan considered getting up to turn on the stereo, but he realized he didn't want to miss even a second of the strip tease. He also realized that this was too good to watch without being pleasured at the same time.

So he snapped his fingers in Katherine's direction, and beckoned her with his eyes.

She crawled over to him and started to stroke his hard-on, even though her heart was heavy over Alan choosing Amy to be his girlfriend.

As Alan luxuriated in the sensations caused by his sister's fingers skillfully wandering up and down his penis, he thought, This evening is so perfect. Everything is going my way. And I'm learning that I can get any of these women to do anything I want, in front of anyone else. They don't want to fall behind in the competition. I'm in control now.

But just after he said this, Katherine painfully pulled and twisted on his penis. He looked down and saw part angry, part apologetic expression on her face. He realized that was her way of saying, "You'd better believe we're going to talk about this Amy idea later." The point made, she continued stroking like she did before.

Susan continued to sway as if dancing to a song only she could hear. She'd been stalling for time, trying to figure out where to take her strip tease role play when an idea popped into her head. She said out loud, "My unmentionables are totally exposed. What ever will I do?! Oh, I know! I'll cup my hand over my most private part, so at least you won't be able to see all of that. I mean, really! Having my son look at me there, why the very thought is just so improper!" One hand continued to hold up the dress while the other cupped her bush.

As if realizing her hands were working at cross purposes, she went on, "But now Alan can see my tits and I don't have any hands free to cover them up! Oh excuse me, I mean my breasts. Tit: what a vulgar word! Uck! I should wash my mouth out with soap just for saying such a foul thing. Oh wait, I just forgot I'm all out of soap. I guess I'll just have to put something else in my mouth that's long and hard and thick and slippery. I can't possibly think of what that could be, but later on I'll close my eyes, and Tiger, you can surprise me with something. You always know just the right thing to put in your mommy's mouth."

Susan stared hungrily at Alan's crotch, with her daughter's hand sliding up and down its slippery shaft, and felt an uncontrollable need to crawl over to it and impale it deep into her mouth. She didn't care about having to share it; in fact, in her current sexed up mood she thought it would be all the better if she and Katherine could lick it, and each other, to death.

But she realized her blowjob fantasies were taking her out of the character she was supposed to be playing, so she resumed her strip tease show. She said, "But anyway, what to do about my, uh, breasts? I'd better take my skirt off all the way, so the hand holding that up can cover them instead."

Susan used both hands to pull her skirt all the way off, leaving her more naked than before. All that remained was her blouse, hanging wide open. One hand returned to her bush and the other cupped a tit from the underside, doing more to thrust it out than cover it. "Ah, that's better," she said, as she continued to sway and gyrate to the music in her head. "Although one breast is still exposed, I suspect this is as good as I can do. Alan, you're not looking at your mother's disturbingly erect nipples, are you? I don't know how that happened; it must be the cold air."

Alan just shook his head no. He didn't want to interrupt her creative monologue. He couldn't help but chuckle at her "cold air" comment - the collective heat coming off of everyone was literally heating up the room, and Susan especially was now sweating profusely.

"No, you say," she said to him, ignoring his laughter. "And I guess it's true, but only because you're still looking between my legs. Why are you looking there? Is it because you think I'm masturbating myself?" Susan started vigorously frigging herself as she was saying this, and the hand on her tit moved to squeeze the nipple.

"Are you looking at my CUNT? Oops, I shouldn't say that naughty word. Why would you think such unseemly things of your mother? Can women even masturbate? I didn't know that. Well, if you persist in staring there, I'd better do something else to hide myself. Let's see..."

Alan was on the brink of cumming, but luckily Katherine was so captivated watching Susan that her stroking had come nearly to a stop. Just the occasional feathery brush-stroke kept him giddy with total arousal.

Susan said, "Maybe if I turn around then you won't be able to see all my naughty bits." She pivoted, now exposing her backside to Alan and the rest. Since she'd already lost her skirt, there was nothing to hide her fine, firm ass. As if there was any doubt of what a magnificent ass it was, she bent further over and proudly thrust it out toward the others.

She got more into the dance she was doing, swaying her hips from side to side. "Oh shit!" she finally said. "Pardon my vulgar language - Tiger, you'll just have to stuff my mouth even more with that lovely soap bar of yours - but I just realized you can see my rear end now! Whatever will I do?"

She got even more into the dancing and stopped trying to carry on a dialogue. She still wore the open blouse, but as she danced she slowly but surely pulled the arms free and slid out of her blouse altogether. Then she dramatically whirled the blouse around her head a few times and let it fly across the room, just like a real stripper would.

She kept dancing completely nude. The utter silence from the lack of music was a bit disconcerting, but somehow it made her act all the more captivating.

Susan had started the strip tease burning with embarrassment, but now that she was fully into it she didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. She reveled in her sexuality and was having the time of her life. She went from being ashamed of the crowd to wishing that there were even more people to see her wanton display.

She threw her arms up in the air, and danced like an exotic belly dancer or gypsy, wiggling her stomach and repeatedly thrusting out her hips. Then, after a while, she began running her hands all over her ass and other parts of her body until finally she returned to openly masturbating herself. Soon her gyrations had less to do with the timing of the music in her head and more to do with the needs of her body.

She suddenly came out of her masturbation stance and threw her arms into the air again, stretching her whole body out as if in the height of ecstasy (which she was - she had another intense orgasm as she did this).

Alan had heard of people mentally taking a picture, but he fully understood what that could mean: time seemed to freeze and the image of his mother's nude body stretching in complete rapture was etched into a memory he knew he'd never forget.

As he sat there, watching her exultation and hearing her scream of joy, it occurred to him, This is not just about me, or about sex. And this is way, way more than just about the strip tease dance.

For Mom, this is about freedom. Liberation. She's throwing off the chains of convention and conformity that kept her down her whole life. It's like I can see the chains coming off at this very moment as the dancing frees her.

She's fully embracing her true self, and it turns out she's a very sexual person. To think that she might have gone through life without ever discovering this! Such a close call, and her opening up is all because of my freak medical problem. What a tragic waste life would have been without that, for all of us, but especially for her. Wow.

Even as he was having this intellectual epiphany brought on by her dancing, his body was having a physical reaction to the same sexy sight. Somehow, the notion that his mother was so wantonly letting go in the middle of the living room, the same room where they'd opened Christmas presents and watched Super Bowls every year, was more than he could take.

He was so insane with lust that his dick would have erupted even without Katherine's hands jerking him off. Yet, luckily, at the same time, she could see that her mother's dance was coming to an end so she sped up her stroking.

As his penis started to explode with cum, he simply said to his sister, "Aim for Mom."

Katherine pointed his stiffness towards Susan as if pointing a gun at her. His ropes flew a few feet forward, right into Susan's legs.

Susan seemed lost in her own world, dancing away, but she wasn't so out of it to miss the feeling of warm cum splashing onto her skin. She was so delighted by this perfect cap to her dancing that her whole body began to buckle and shake. She fell to her knees, unable to stand.

She'd happened to fall forwards towards Alan and Katherine. That also allowed Katherine to aim Alan's still spurting penis towards Susan's chest.

Susan continued to writhe as she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her son's cum seemed to be falling down on her like rain. She arched her back and thrust her chest out to catch all the flying cum on her stomach and chest.

Everyone was quiet as can be except for Alan and Susan, both groaning and moaning uncontrollably. The others were transfixed by the remarkable cum rain.

Susan unexpectedly pierced the relative silence of the room with an incoherent and guttural cry that was probably the loudest noise she'd ever made. She collapsed on the floor, completely spent.

The group sat there in a stunned silence, broken only by Susan's heavy breathing.

Then Alan clapped and the rest joined in enthusiastically.

Susan seemed to "come to" and felt very self-conscious again. She blushed furiously, but also was still relaxed enough to stand up and take a good-natured bow to the audience.

She was surprised to note that everyone was completely nude now. It was as if her dance was so hot that no one could stand to bear the burden of wearing any clothing whatsoever.

CHAPTER 7

Susan continued to stand in front of the others for a minute, reveling in the attention even as a part of her felt like fleeing from it.

Everyone complimented her performance.

Seeing the hungry looks in the other women's eyes, she wondered if the three of them were all keen on having sex with her. They were. It was obvious even to the relatively naïve Susan.

She thought, That would be wrong. So wrong. But I should do anything - anything - to help Alan. Maybe he'll make me please them all, one after another.

Maybe he'll even fuck me right now in front of everybody, and then have me do all of them once he's through with me! Whenever I obey his commands I end up feeling so good. I'm here just to serve him. I must obey his every wish no matter what he tells me to do!

These thoughts made her tingle with electric excitement, even though some part of her knew that she was high on sexual energy just like a drug, and that when she "came down" later she'd regret fantasies like this one.

Finally she looked down and saw Alan's flaccid member dangling a few feet in front of her. That caused her to remember why she had to take her clothes off in the first place. Her son's dick was still recovering from shooting off a couple of minutes before and very sensitive at the moment, but that didn't slow her down.

She crawled over to her usual spot between Alan's legs and pushed Katherine away. She wanted it to fill her mouth until she gagged on the sheer fullness of cock stuffing her throat.

She said, "Tiger, I think it's time you wash my mouth out with soap for using such filthy language. I'll close my eyes and open my mouth and you put whatever you want inside it, because I've been such a bad girl."

Alan's thought there was simply no way for his penis to get hard again that evening. In fact, for the longest time it did not.

Many minutes passed while Susan kept his shrunken penis between her lips. The other women got up to stretch and get drinks and so forth, but Susan was determined not to go anywhere until she had her fill of cum. She considered it her rightful reward for putting on such an inspired show.

For a long time, she did nothing but kept his penis in her mouth without moving her tongue or lips. But after at least ten minutes, she could tell that it was beginning to revive. The fact that she sat buck naked between her son's legs looking up into his eyes with longing was bound to affect him sooner or later.

Before long, she began to suck and lick it, and was rewarded as it gradually expanded inside her mouth. After another minute or two, she had to back off a bit because it filled her mouth to the back of her throat and she wasn't capable of deep throating him, at least not yet.

The others had drifted back into the room by now, and the energy began to revive.

Susan began play acting a little bit once more. She opened her mouth around the penis with mock horror, pretending she was her old self and very puzzled by this large intrusion in the middle of her face. She continued to suck on it like it was sweet candy but somehow at the same her stuffed mouth managed to say, "Awwan, wha kinda thoap ith thith? Tho wery unpwoper!"

Alan could hardly believe his penis was fully hard again and found it nearly as improbable that he was completely aroused mentally, too. He grabbed the back of his mother's head and pretended to force her to keep sucking.

In reality she needed no encouragement at all and attacked it with renewed vigor. The sexual energy in the room continued to grow, thanks mainly to Susan's passion.

Alan moved his hands to her butt and kept them there. He felt up her pussy, and saw she was dripping wet already. He turned to one of the other couches and asked, "Amy, does this bother you, seeing us like this?" Susan had eased up a bit on her oral assault so he could last longer.

Amy replied fairly honestly. "No. Well, actually it does make me jealous a little bit. You know, I'm wishing I wasn't just watching." Amy understood that her place in Alan's heart was far below Susan's (though she was determined to change that in time). She knew there was nothing she could do about it now, however. She was also more than a little jealous with just how sexy and slutty Susan could act. She knew she couldn't put on half as good a performance, at least, not yet.

"That's understandable," said Alan. "If it makes you feel better, you can masturbate yourself, or have Katherine help you out."

"That's okay. Maybe next time. I want to concentrate on watching so I can learn to do better."

"Good," said Alan assuredly. "You'll have a lot of chances to watch and learn. Around here, since just one parent basically raises us, Mom pretty much calls the shots. And lately, as I'm sure you've noticed, she's been in favor of giving me lots of blowjobs."

Alan was now vigorously rubbing his hand on the outside of his mother's vagina, stroking her hairy bush as if he was petting a cat. She feebly tried to swat his arm away, but that was only for show.

He needed another strategic break to delay his climax, so he pushed her mouth away and devoted all of his attention to pleasuring her for a change. He explained to Amy, "Remember, Susan is the de facto head of this house. So if she orders any of us to do something, we all have to oblige. If she ordered me to fuck her pussy until she couldn't walk, I'd have no choice but to do it."

Susan answered, "Don't worry, everybody, I'd never ask Alan to do that. And Alan's a good boy. He stays away from my, uh, pussy." She sincerely believed it herself, generally speaking, but she would have been a lot more convincing to everyone else if Alan wasn't busy petting her furry bush and fiddling with her clit the very moment she said that.

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Alan seemed to deliberately mock her statement even more by pushing two fingers into her pussy.

Her only response was a loud moan and more breathless heaving of her lungs.

Both he and his mother acted as if his fingers weren't where they were, and neither of them said a word about it. Susan hoped against hope that the others wouldn't notice.

Alan thought to himself, I actually have my fingers in my mother's cunt! Yes! At least I've got something up there. Yeah! What a day of firsts. This feels so damn good. But what'll feel even better is when I replace it with something thicker, heh-heh. I just KNOW I'm going to fuck her, and soon! She's so horny all the time that one of these days she gonna break down completely and say the magic words. She's gonna get on her knees and beg me to fuck her. And I will!

Actually, I'm fucking her right now! My fingers are my penis and I'm fucking my mother! I'm a motherfucker! Alan liked this idea so much that he really let her have it, and forcefully dug deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust.

She responded in kind by sucking and licking his penis with even more than her usual great enthusiasm. It was as if they were in a frenzy.

Perhaps surprisingly, the other three behaved themselves and didn't masturbate to the sexy scene. Probably this was because Suzanne didn't want things to get even more sexual with Amy there, and the other two followed her lead.

With both of them going at each other like jackhammers ripping through concrete, Alan knew he couldn't last long, and he didn't.

Susan reached her climax at the same time he did. It was no ordinary climax, partly thanks to Alan's hand digging a hole to China right through Susan's pussy. But it was also due to her realization that he shouldn't be touching there at all, and the realization that so many eyes were watching her. She came hard, loud, and repeatedly. She'd never felt the joy of cum exploding into her mouth at the exact same time that her pussy seemed to explode with an overwhelming sensation.

When she was done, she lay down on the floor between a couch and the table. She was a sweaty, dripping heap of exhausted ecstasy.

She thought, once she was again capable of coherent thought, There's only one thing I know, and that's I have to feel like that again, and soon. Mommy got a nice reward for all her hard licking and sucking. Not to mention her strip tease. Tiger is such a good boy to give his mommy such a big, wet reward. Double reward, actually. Mmmm. Yum.

She looked up at Alan and said, "Thank you for teaching my mouth a lesson in using naughty words like tit. Oh shit! I said tit again! Oh shit! I said shit too, and tit even more! Oh well. Looks like you're going to have to wash my mouth out with your cock, let's see, one, two, three, four, five, six more times tonight. Oh no, seven, because cock is a dirty word too. Oops! I said it again! Make that eight!"

Everyone had a hearty laugh.

"You're going to have to fuck my mouth eight times. Oh wait. Fuck is a dirty word too. Make it nine. Oh wait..." Susan finally stopped when her voice was drowned out by laughter.

She joined in and they all laughed until it hurt. Then they just sat around and smiled at each other. It might have seemed strange to an outsider, but there was a heavy feeling of love in the air, as well as sex. Events like this just seemed to tie everyone together close than before.

Alan eventually broke the silence. he said to Amy with great understatement. "So anyway, that's how it works around here."

CHAPTER 8

Alan would have liked to stay in the living room and play with all the naked women around him. It seemed like a real breakthrough evening and he wanted to take advantage of the increasingly permissive attitude to bust through more of Susan's boundaries. He especially wanted to get her more used to committing sexual acts in front of the others. But he realized that he had to take care of Katherine's feelings first.

He took his sister to her room so they could privately discuss Amy's new official girlfriend status. He dressed back into his T-shirt and shorts on the way over, thinking that would help create the right mood for a serious discussion.

However, she didn't bother. She collapsed onto her bed naked from head to toe. She was in a very sour and frustrated mood.

She started crying before he could talk. She complained, "I thought I was number one in your heart! I want to be your number one fuck toy! Why won't you let me? Am I not sexy enough? Are my tits not big enough? Even though my tits aren't the biggest, I'm still your sister and you should love me! Including carnally!"

"I do love you! It's not that! It's just that I'm spread thin between all the beautiful and eager-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish. They sat side by side on her bed, but she impulsively got up and literally pinned Alan down to the bed and shoved her pussy in his face in a frustrated attempt to get Alan to forget Amy.

"I'm a great fuck! Aren't I? Don't you want to fuck me?" She cried even more intently even as she tried to sexily smother him with pussy.

He was forced to push her off, frustrating her even more. He held her for a while, and let her frustrated tears come to an end.

Then he tried to calmly talk to her. He told her as he wiped away her tears, "You know I love you more than Amy, don't you? I don't usually say that kind of stuff 'cos it hurts someone's feeling to compare like that, but you're my sister, and as great as she is, she's only my neighbor. I love YOU."

Katherine nodded weakly, her eyes still red. Tears still rolled down her cheeks and fell into her lap. She had a hard time believing what he was saying.

Alan's heart nearly broke at the sight of her crying. Her wide, innocent eyes could look as sad as a forlorn puppy dog. He felt swayed by her heartfelt emotion, but knew he couldn't have her as his official girlfriend, so he kept his resolve.

"We can do anything we want in private, but in private only. There are just certain things society can't let us do. You know that."

"I know. But fuck society!" She sniffed as a few new tears rolled down her face.

He shook his head no. "We can't do that. For one, you have to realize that it's completely impossible for brother and sister to be publicly going out together, even if we ARE both adopted from different families. Yet I need a public girlfriend. My friends have been increasingly teasing me about not having one. It's more than just a little bit ironic that they still think I'm a virgin, but they do. Having Amy as a girlfriend will also protect her from the constant stream of boys only interested in having a fuck from one of the school's most desired girls. She's so clueless that she needs a lot of protection."

He continued, "And lately, more and more girls have been trying to go out with me. Honestly, a couple of the most beautiful girls in school have asked me out just in the last week. Of course I turned them down. But what if something strikes a perfect chord and I'm asked out by a girl who sweeps me away and makes me feel like I used to feel with Christine? Do you want me to be available like that, where anything can happen?"

She ground her teeth, fiercely possessive. "No! Of course not."

His line of reasoning was working. She was far more worried about another Christine-type personality than she was about Amy. She was still very worried in particular that Christine might change her mind about Alan one day. The "non-romantic" dates he'd been on with Christine made her more jealous than all the sex he'd had with all his other women combined.

Alan saw her jealous reaction and tried to work with that to help convince her Amy's new status was for the best for everyone. "Well then. Look. I love Amy in a protective way like I'd feel towards a younger sister, and I love her in a physical way, too. I like spending time with her, but I don't feel a deep, soul to soul connection. I'm looking for a strong, independent woman who's smart and challenges me with strong, intelligent opinions. Amy is too passive and accepting to be like that. Christine is like that, but she lost her chance. I'm soooo over her."

"Are you really over her?" she asked while sniffling.

"Of course," Alan said, though he wasn't too sure about it himself. "You're like her in a lot of ways ,you know, especially if you'd pay more attention to doing well in school. You're so smart, but don't really apply yourself. The point is, you're the one that I want, forever."

He let that sink in, and then continued, "Amy would make a good ... mistress. Maybe when we're done with high school, the three of us can go to college in the same town. We could change our last names, and you and I could be boyfriend and girlfriend, openly. Amy could be my mistress. OUR mistress. I think she'd accept that, and even welcome it. I'll make sure to steer her in that direction. In fact, I won't even have to try. She'll love it."

"That sounds so good." Katherine momentarily dreamed of being his wife, with Amy as their mutual mistress. But then she returned to the current situation. "I'm still upset, but I guess I can live. I was so afraid you'd forget all about me when you said you'd go out with her." She felt her panic flooding back. "For one thing, you and Amy are one grade ahead of me. You'll be in another town for a whole year without me!"

"Don't worry, we'll work something out, Sis. We're rich. We can do whatever we want." He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

She forced a smile, but was still pensive.

He added, "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal. For every time I fuck Amy, I'll fuck you at least twice. How does that sound?"

"Now you're talking!" She threw her arms around him and they kissed much more.

After several more minutes of making out, they took a break to catch their breaths.

Katherine took the chance to say, "You know, speaking of being a mistress, I've taken to calling you 'Master' when I'm with Suzanne. It turns me on so much to imagine that I'm literally your slave, your sex slave, and forced to do your every whim. I know how much it turns you on. The idea of being a slave turns Suzanne on too, I can tell. But she's won't admit it to herself and doesn't use that word. Yet. She's too proud. And of course Mom is a total goner, in complete thrall to your cock. But anyways, the point is, I think Amy will love being your mistress. I know she will. It fits her personality so well. Since you've discovered your sexual side, women just can't say no to you. And you're such a good master. So kind and fair."

"Come on. I'm not your master. I'm your brother!"

"I know! Isn't it great? You my brother AND my master! Two great tastes that go great together! Though funnily enough, both taste like cum." She giggled with pure delight, and licked her lips.

"Sis, let's talk about this later, okay? I've had enough emotional upheaval for one evening. I'm happy with you just as my sister."

"Okay, Master. Whatever you say. Your sister-slave happily obeys her well-hung fuck monster brother. I'm going to make you forget all about Amy by being the best, tightest, most talented and obedient fuck you've ever had. Let your fuck toy make you feel good! She wants you to fuck her right now!" She threw herself around him again in a tight embrace.

"Fuck toy? Sister-slave? Come on! I thought that was just sexy talk." He was disturbed, but also terribly aroused. He tried to hide his arousal, but the way her naked body wiggled against his own made that very difficult.

She looked at him intently. "No. How many times do I have to tell you? Your fuck toy takes her responsibilities very seriously. And she needs to make you feel so good that you pass out with joy. Every day!"

"But what about my desire for a strong, independent, intelligent woman?"

"No prob, Big Brother. I'll be your strong, independent, intelligent fuck toy! Okay, scratch the independent part. That's good for other parts of my life, but when it comes to you, I'm an obedient cum slave with no free will except for a constant desire to be fucked! But two out of three ain't bad, right?" She giggled.

She continued more intently, "I know you as well as anyone, and I know what you like. Strong and intelligent is good, and I can do that too, but deep down, you want a SLAVE. Don't you? Who doesn't? What kind of teenaged boy doesn't secretly want to turn their sexy sister into a sex slave, but you get to actually do it! And the beautiful thing is, I WANT to be your slave. Isn't it wonderful how it works out?"

Alan was very surprised at all this and wanted to discuss it some more. She was right, the idea was a big turn on. But the responsible part of him was also concerned. However, he had no chance to speak.

She already held him in an embrace, but she pushed him back down into the bed and started to ravish him.

As she nearly tore his shirt off, she said, "If you're going to fuck me twice for every time you fuck Amy, you'd better get a head start right now! I think the way you were fingering Amy a few minutes ago counts as a fuck." With a quick tug, she brought his shorts down past his feet and then threw them across the room. Then she lay on top of him, grabbed his penis, and tried to pull it in towards her pussy.

"Does not!" he protested as he tried to fight her off.

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!" She was beginning to gain the upper hand in the struggle since the prospect of losing was hardly such a bad thing.

Alan still wanted to keep his vow to not fuck at home, and was still worried about getting caught. His mother was sliding further into sexual oblivion every day, but Alan knew that having Susan see her children fuck each other would still freak her out in a big way, especially since both of them were already grounded for violating her rules. So Alan still struggled with his sister and fought to keep his penis out of her hole.

Finally, he yelled "Does not!" once more and grabbed her roughly by the hair to guide her head down over his penis.

Realizing what he wanted, she stopped struggling. She fell to her knees at the foot of the bed and assumed a cocksucking stance with her head bowed low. She thought that would help show how serious she was about her subservience, plus it just plain turned her on to be an obedient , incestuous cocksucker. She made a salute, and said, "Number One Fuck Toy reporting for cocksucking duty, sir."

"Cut that out." He worried about cumming before she even got started, just from her words.

"Master, forgive me for my enthusiasm. Your sex slave sister loves you. She loves you the most. Amy barely knows you, compared to me. I'll show HER! ... Now your fuck toy is going to prove her love and suck you off better than Amy could ever even imagine." Then, with a parting shot in their silly verbal battle, she yelled "Does too!" and began sucking contentedly on her brother's fat erection.

It's just like giving a pacifier to a baby, he thought to himself as he listened to her happy slurps. But a hell of a lot more fun! Obey your master, you slut slave! You cum slut fuck toy!

He was too shy to say this out loud, however, and immediately felt bad for calling his sister a slut even in his own thoughts. What the hell am I thinking? That's wrong. I'll have to talk to her about this later. It's not healthy for our long term relationship for her to act like this. This is all very disturbing. The way I just snapped my fingers earlier, and she came crawling to my penis like an eager... well, like a sex slave! It's wrong! I'm being corrupted by power. We really need to talk ... and discuss how we-

Suddenly he felt a climax coming on. But oh! Oh my God! So good! Just like that, Sis! ... Right on! Yeah! He had to struggle and fight with his PC muscle so much that he lost his train of thought.

Katherine and Alan repeated what was by now the standard procedure: she sucked him off until he was on the verge of cumming, and then they rested, giving his penis a "second wind."

The two of them had much to discuss, and they talked some more during these breaks. Admittedly, Katherine had her fingers or even her mouth wrapped around Alan's penis through much of the discussion. But she kept the stimulation to a minimum during his breaks. Sometimes she just liked to rest his penis inside her mouth so she could feel its presence there.

Alan didn't criticize her fuck toy sex slave ideas, as he thought that might ruin her cocksucking mood and get her thinking about the Amy situation again. He figured that discussion could wait until when he wasn't feeling so aroused.

Instead, he soothed her emotions about Amy as best he could. He repeatedly complimented her and professed his love. But that only made her want to suck him off even more enthusiastically.

Alan finally came. They'd been at it so long that the climax, for once, was a bit anti-climactic. That was okay though, because they'd had so much fun getting there.

He hardly had any cum to give, but he wasn't as perturbed about it as he had been the night before. He'd given up copious amounts of pre-cum as well in her near solid hour of licking and talking. He was amazed at the sheer amount of fluid his body was losing lately and he resolved to drink more juice to make up for it.

Thanks entirely to Alan's self-control, the two of them had successfully refrained from fucking even though both very much wanted to fuck each other as another way to reaffirm their mutual affection. She gave him the best and most prolonged blowjob she'd yet given. As usual, she came more than he did (three climaxes for his single climax). She got so excited from the blowjob that just lightly touching her clit was liable to set her off.

Alan was left very sexually satisfied, in fact, almost painfully so. He felt like his body had been squeezed through the wringer. But he was also very aware that it was a Tuesday, and he knew that he likely hadn't seen or felt the last of Susan. So he and his sister rested some more until he was ready to face more action from his double-decker mother.

CHAPTER 9

While Katherine and Alan spent time upstairs, Suzanne and Susan conferred with Amy in the living room.

Suzanne insisted they the three of them put their clothes back on, as she didn't want to further Amy's fondness for constant nudity. The two mothers explained the entire story of Alan's "six times a day" medical treatment, now that Alan had indicated Amy should be in the know. In actual fact, the lies Alan had told Amy, such as how his penis was "sad" and by making it "happy" he'd get more energy, were fairly compatible with his medical treatment cover story.

In any case, Amy took it all in stride, as she usually did. But the story took a long time to tell.

Well over an hour later, Alan and Katherine returned to the living room. It was nearly eleven o'clock and everyone was getting tired. Alan walked back out wearing his shorts again, though he figured they wouldn't stay on or at least zipped up for long.

Knowing that Susan would not be denied and feeling good after just hanging out with his sister for awhile after the blowjob ended, he announced, "I'm horny again, believe it or not. I was thinking that Mom could help me out, since it's still her special day."

Susan's eyes lit up and she stood up, ready for action. As she pulled her T-shirt off over her head, she proclaimed proudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!"

Alan smiled and was once again struck by just how young she looked. But he added, "However, Mom, today is a special day for me and Amy too. I know you and I haven't really had much time alone today, but how about we go back to your double bed with Amy? As you suck my cock, this time you can carefully explain to Amy what you're doing, and have her practice on the spot. She's really only sucked me off once, yesterday, and other than that she's completely inexperienced."

Susan grudgingly agreed, "Well, all right. It is her special day, it seems. But next Tuesday you're all mine. Okay?"

He nodded, and the three of them headed upstairs. Alan and Amy held hands, which delighted Amy to no end.

That left just Katherine and Suzanne in the room.

Even though the evening's events were helpful to Suzanne's overall scheme, the busty redhead felt a bit sad and marginalized. "Did you notice?" Suzanne said to Katherine ruefully, "We're left on the outside again. You would think that any young man would want to fuck a body like mine, but I can't compete with the taboo of motherfucking, and I'm too old to be his girlfriend."

"Oh, don't worry too much," Katherine sympathized. She was feeling a lot better and more optimistic after Alan's explanations and just spending time with him. "This ebbs and flows. Tonight Susan and Amy are getting all the attention, but tomorrow may be more of your day. I know I've had my days. Our master does his best to make everyone happy. We just have to wait our turn, a