The appointment with Akami went much quicker than expected, so Alan got home to find Susan and Suzanne both napping on Susan's master bed. He woke them up, and lost all the time he'd saved in the short visit with Akami with a prolonged discussion about Dr. Fredrickson's scheming and what to do about it.

Naturally, the two women remained naked all during the discussion, making it difficult for Alan to carry on talking. Suzanne in particular was incorrigible. She commented that it wasn't fair how Alan had fucked Susan's ass so well recently, yet left hers alone. After that, she seemed to spend a good portion of her thoughts thinking of new ways to present her backside to him.

Even though she was facing away, Alan still had a side view of her repeatedly shaking her tits, causing them to jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O. It was too much for him. Eventually he had to order them to dress and move off of Susan's bed.

Amy and Katherine were still cheerleading at the football game or they would have been included in the discussions. But the three of them decided to come up with a plan on their own.

They concluded the best thing to do was to set a trap for the doctor. They could arrange another appointment and then have one or more people bust into the office where Dr. Fredrickson was watching (and wanking). This time they'd have a camcorder of their own, to beat him at his own game. It seemed the obvious thing to do, but there was much to plan and discuss and they couldn't do it without Akami. So they tried to put it out of their minds and just enjoy the last couple of hours Alan had before he had to leave.

But Alan was feeling very agitated. Either the Glory or Dr. Fredrickson situation would have been enough to work him up and worry him to distraction, but the combination of both on the same day, plus worries about the probably uncontrollable Heather, bullying at school, and insecurities about his upcoming fuck with Susan left him nearly shaking with tension. He felt as if his world was crumbling down around him. He always had a sense that his sex life was far too good to be true, and that it wouldn't last. Now he had the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.

He paced back and forth relentlessly. He was so worked up that Suzanne made him a rum and Coke and had him drink it down. Then she made him another, and had him drink that too. That helped mellow him out a bit, but he was still depressed and antsy.

They talked while Susan cooked dinner. When Katherine and Amy returned from their cheerleading for the football game, everyone sat down and ate, and kept talking (Suzanne and Amy left the male Pestridges at home to fend for themselves, so they could see Alan off). All the females dressed relatively conservatively, at Alan's request. With the two teen girls back in the picture, much had to be explained and discussed all over again, so the conversation didn't make much progress.

But the more time went on, the more relaxed Alan got. He again remembered the results of the investigation into Ron, and that made him feel a lot better; perhaps things weren't falling apart after all. He also recalled what Susan had said afterwards, that she would get an immediate divorce and give Alan his father's car. He was particularly struck by her comment, "You're the man of the house now, now that you've tamed us all with your big, thick cock."

He pondered, Is that really true? Have I somehow tamed them? Lately they've been acting so... well, subservient. Even Suzanne is acting differently. What does it mean? How will our relationships be defined? What'll happen when Ron comes back? ... Yet they seem to be acting so normally now, not counting the highly distracting clothes. But on the other hand, all I have to do is snap my fingers, and I know any of them will be fighting over who gets to suck my cock next. It's like that's what they're living for now. And they say so many women refuse to even give blowjobs. Weird.

Things were so serious that nothing really sexual happened aside from the extensive rounds of welcome home greetings when Amy and Katherine came back, but the kisses were more friendly than sexual.

The mood gradually lightened. Everyone seemed so completely convinced that everything would work out just fine with Glory and the Dr. Fredrickson situations that Alan felt a bit sheepish to protest otherwise. Suzanne in particular insisted that Glory would get back with him; she claimed to understand Glory thoroughly, even though the two women had never really met before.

The conversation switched to cheerleading for the football game. Katherine said, "It was strange. For one thing, Janice and Joy both went without panties. Just the painted on kind."

"What?" Susan didn't know what that meant.

So Katherine explained in some detail about the painted on panties "tradition" and Alan's role in it all slowly came out. Things were relatively sexually cool at this point, but as Katherine further mentioned how Alan fucked Kim, Joy, and Janice as part of the painting ritual, it started to heat up.

Susan got particularly excited and exclaimed, "Wait a minute. Angel, you're saying that Alan has had sex with Kim, Joy, AND Janice? Why, he's practically fucking the whole cheerleading squad!"

"He is, Mom! I haven't mentioned him fucking Heather yet. He's doing the whole team! Isn't he, Amy?"

Amy nodded, but then said, "Well, not the whole team. We're still waiting on you."

Katherine hadn't realized that by saying he fucked the whole team, she was admitting that Alan had fucked her as well. She was grateful that Amy corrected her, and noticed that Susan didn't seem to suspect anything. Katherine had been monopolizing the discussion to make sure that the "clueless" Amy didn't let something slip, but she began to wonder if it might not be smarter to let Amy be the one to talk instead.

Susan seemed far too aroused to notice such subtleties. She said proudly, "Oh Alan, you're such a BIG boy now! You've not only tamed all of us at home with your big cock, you've tamed the whole cheerleading squad - the best looking girls in school! I should have known. Oh my God! I can't WAIT until you fuck me!" Susan grabbed the first hand she came across, which was one of Amy's, and guided it to her pussy. Amy knew just what to do, and stuffed three of her fingers inside to make Susan feel really full.

"That's not all, Mom," Katherine continued. "You should see how he treats them. He's so commanding and impressive! Especially to Heather. I've heard he's done things to her he would never do to us. You know how bitchy she is? Well, he calls her a bitch right to her face and makes her get down on her knees and beg for his cock. And then you know what he does? He sticks it up her ass! She loves it up the ass. It's wild. This haughty, arrogant bitch totally melts, and the more crazy stuff he calls her, the more she loves it!"

Susan thought she would faint with excitement at the thought of Alan doing such things to her. "Angel, stop, please! That's just too exciting. I can't say I blame Heather in the least. Oh, Alan!" She looked over at her son with a gaze so intensely smoldering that he nearly yelped in surprise. He'd been unaffected by the increasing sexual heat and still ruminating, but the way his insanely horny mother sized him up with an overwhelming fuck lust got his motor running in a hurry.

Suzanne on the other hand wanted to know the practicalities. She asked the teens, "How do you all do it right in the middle of school?"

Katherine replied, "I know. Isn't that weird? In a private room, of course. It's a completely abandoned theater room. Heather has the only key aside from maybe the janitor, but no one else ever goes there."

Alan fished into his pocket and pulled out the theater key. He flashed it about proudly as he said, "Correction. Alan has the only key!"

Amy and Katherine hooted, "Woo hoo!" and clapped.

Suzanne clapped along and asked, "Am I right in assuming that this means you've wrested control from Heather as to who can get fucked at school and when?"

"Yep!"

Susan belatedly joined in the clapping and gave a "Woo hoo!" too. "Suzanne, are you thinking what I'm thinking? I have a sudden desire to stop by that high school more often. Especially that theater room." A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Hey Tiger, you remember that Tuesday Heather came over here to study with you?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth. Were you fucking her in your room?"

"Yeah." He was a bit abashed, but proud too.

"That figures. Tiger, you're a fucking stud! It makes me tremble, knowing that you can conquer any woman at any time. When anyone asks me why I fuck my own son, I'll just point out that he fucks the elite of the elite at his school, the prettiest and sexiest. He fucks the entire cheerleading squad and then some! Tell me, have you finished taming even Heather with your big fat cock?"

Alan thought about his meeting with Heather the day before, with the intense anal sex and strange bursts of tenderness. Then he thought about her haughty attitude today. "I'm working on it. But not really. I don't think she's completely tamable."

"Nonsense. You're just being modest. No woman can resist, once you've given her a few strokes of your sweet fuck stick. Promise me you'll bring her over once you've completely tamed her, okay? I don't necessarily want to be with her, but I'd like to see her big tits swing as you make her crawl from room to room. And then I want to see how you fuck her in the ASS!"

Katherine could see that her mother was getting really excited. Since she was sitting next to her, she pulled Susan's shirt up and tweaked and twisted her mother's nipples. Then she said, "Speaking of Heather, I kind of lost track talking about the football game today. The most interesting thing I was still going to mention is that Heather also did the painted on panties thing today. Not only did she do it, but she was, like, waaaay into it. You know how we wear our cheerleader outfits all day?"

"Yeah?" Alan said that. He was getting really excited hearing about this and wanted Katherine to hurry with her explanation.

"Well, I thought that she had worn only black painted-on panties all day, just like Janice and Joy. But then when cheerleader practice starts, she bends over and we find out that she wasn't even painted! She went total commando, all day! She kept telling us other cheerleaders to grope her whenever we could that whole morning, and of course we did. It seemed the more publicly and blatantly we groped her, the more she loved it. She really wanted it in the hallways with everyone walking around. It was like she wanted to get caught! She kept mumbling something about a 'naked Heather day,' whatever that was."

That sent a bolt of excitement through Alan, knowing that Heather was taking his fantasies so seriously, and was so eager to act them out.

Katherine continued, "We were all a bit scared, except for Janice, who did a lot of ass groping of Heather and especially Joy. Heather was so frustrated at our lack of daring that eventually she even told that black friend of hers, Simone, and then Simone was feeling her up all over the place. It was positively scandalous! Not only that, but she's not supposed to tell anyone about that kind of thing outside the cheerleader squad. There are very strict rules."

"What happened?" Alan asked excitedly. He recalled his encounter with Heather in the school hallway earlier in the day. But he wanted to hear what else Heather did when he wasn't around.

Katherine continued, "Like I said, it was grope-o-rama. I don't know what she did at lunch, but I was kind of a look out for her in the hallways or even walking with her as us cheerleaders tend to stick together on game day, and there were a couple of minor gropes before lunch, but then Simone went all out at the end of fifth period. The rest of us cheerleaders kind of crowded around Heather so no one else could see, or it would have been a major scandal."

Alan asked, "So wait. She did get painted before the game started, didn't she? She's not THAT crazy."

"Yeah. She did. I was just getting to that. After cheerleading practice started and she bent over, like I was saying before, she announced that she needed some painting help. Ever since you gave up your painting duties, Kim has become our resident painter, so the two of them went off for a while and the rest of us practiced our routines on our own. When Heather came back, she was, like, in la-la land. First she and Kim did a lot of eating each other out before any painting actually happened. Of course, they did it on purpose just on the other side of the room so we could totally see and get hot and bothered by it.

"Then, when she actually deigned to lead us, it seems she was mostly looking for excuses to complain so she could put her hands all over our asses. Especially the other two panty-less ones, and Janice in particular. I think Janice and Heather finger fucked each other a good half of the remaining practice period."

She went on, "It's so ironic because they still hate each other, but that just seemed to make both of them more aroused. You should have seen the way they were viciously insulting each other while sawing away in the others' hole. Heather really gets off on that. Alan, maybe it reminds her of how you treat her. Then they broke out the dildos and the clothes started flying. It was damn distracting, I tell you! But Heather says, 'The rest of you, keep on practicing.' Bitch. Then you should have seen all the stuff that happened during the football game."

Susan interjected, "I don't know a football from a hole in the ground, but Suzanne I think we need to go to more games and cheer these two on more often!"

Katherine teased, "Mom, do you have a thing for Heather? I think you do."

"No! ... Well, maybe just a little. She does have a gorgeous face and those big teen hooters, even though everyone knows they're just silicone. But I'll only really be turned on if I get to see her tamed by my son's cock, fucking her up her stuck up ass! That would get me so hot!"

Katherine rolled her eyes in pretend aggravation, but secretly the same thing turned her on too. She continued, "Moving on, I don't even want to know what happened to Heather and Kim in the supply shed during half time, but I can guess. I swear, Heather was on fire all day! Seriously in heat, and it kind of got to all of us, too. Her pussy got quite wet before Kim's paint job properly dried, so her paint job was patchy and she was showing all kinds of things during the game. Of course that just excited the rest of us all the more. She flashed the rest of us cheerleaders more than the crowd, because she liked it that we knew."

Katherine paused, and asked, " By the way, whatever happened to you and Heather the last period before lunch, when she came swooping down on you? She looked like she was out to kill, and I've learned the hard way to run like hell when she's got that face."

Alan found all of this amazingly arousing. He felt an overwhelming urge to immediately fuck Heather's ass, and if that wasn't available, any of the other nice asses in the room. But he kept cool for the moment, and answered proudly, "Why, she wanted to grope, so I gave her a good groping. If you must know, I finger fucked her asshole right in the hallway." His panicky concern at the time was forgotten now, thanks to his boastful and horny mood.

Amy shrieked "Ohmigod!" upon hearing that, but further comment from her or anyone else was prevented by a loud scream.

Susan's thoughts of Alan's sexual prowess, both with Heather in the hallway and with all the cheerleaders generally, plus Amy's thrusting fingers, plus Katherine's nipple attack, drove her over the edge into a great orgasm. Right as Amy shrieked, Susan arched her back and screamed uncontrollably for nearly a minute. Her orgasm just seemed to go on and on forever.

But her pleasures didn't end when she came down off her erotic high. Amy and Katherine were starting to get into the erotic swing of things, and Susan happened to be the target they were focusing on. Amy and Katherine continued stimulating the overwhelmed mother's pussy and tits, respectively. Susan shook her head no, but she didn't actually say no, and she let them continue to arouse her without pause.

Alan was flabbergasted by the sigh of his sister and girlfriend going to town on the erotic masterpiece that was his mother's body.

Suzanne and Alan happened to be sitting on the other side of the table, and hadn't begun doing anything physical just yet. They even still wore all their clothes. But the sexual heat in the room couldn't be denied any longer. Suzanne turned to Alan and said, "Sweetie, I know you're in a serious mood and you want some serious talk. I do too. But you can't tell me this all isn't arousing. You can't tell me you'd mind terribly if I took this sword out of its sheath!" She reached into Alan's lap and unzipped his shorts. Then she dropped her head down and began sucking, even before Alan had a chance to answer.

Katherine exclaimed, "Ooh. Swords. Thanks, Suzanne." Katherine was always on the lookout for phallic objects so she'd have new things to call Alan in her Big Brother nicknames. Swords opened up many new possibilities.

For a while everyone just enjoyed the sexual acts they were taking part in, and the conversation failed to resume. Amy was content for a while to lick Susan's ear and explore her G-spot, but her eyes stayed on Katherine's hands massaging Susan's rack, and eventually she grew irked that Katherine wasn't sharing. "Kaaaatheerine!" Amy said in an anxious voice while bopping up and down in her chair, like a little girl who had to pee really bad, "I want to feel big boobs too!"

Katherine replied, "Why don't you... Oh!" She was going to suggest that Amy grope Suzanne's equally impressive boobs, also enticingly exposed by her outfit. But then she remembered that Amy and Suzanne weren't supposed to get intimate. "Okay, why don't we change positions?"

Amy sat on the armrest of Susan's chair and fondled Susan's hooters. Suzanne sat up and resorted to jacking Alan off so Katherine could lick her massive jugs. Katherine took things one step further and began sucking Suzanne's nipples. Amy followed suit with Susan.

Almost nothing could have made Susan happier than having mouths on both her nipples. She wanted to cry out, "My children are going to milk me! My titties are going to squirt real milk! Come here and get your daily milk delivery!" But she knew that to say those kinds of things would ruin her lactation surprise. So she just moaned loudly instead. She knew that every moment her nipples were being sucked would bring the moment of her lactation that much closer, and that excited her even more. She came again and again.

CHAPTER 2

Christine couldn't believe what she was doing. She'd gone to the school football game but after the game was over, a long and lonely weekend loomed ahead. She was thinking about Alan a lot lately, but she knew that he was going on a hiking trip and so there wasn't any chance to see him. She sorely regretted that she wouldn't be able to go on another date with him over the weekend, even if it had to be a "non-romantic" date. Alan had told her they would have to wait until the next weekend for the date, but right now that seemed like years away.

She knew that she would spend the weekend doing her two usual pastimes, studying and martial arts practice. At least the martial arts allowed her to burn off her frustrations. But in addition there was something else she'd hardly done before that had become a new obsession: masturbating.

So that's what brought her here, to a sex shop named "Stephanie's." She'd rubbed herself practically raw masturbating since her last date with Alan and had finally broken down and decided it was time to buy a dildo or two to help out. She'd picked this shop because it was a ways away, and she figured that would reduce the chance of running into other people she might know (little did she realize, but she was hardly the only person who used that exact reasoning).

Christine walked in the store wearing dark sunglasses. She was a girl used to being always on the moral high ground and confident in what she was doing. But now she felt very nervous, like she was committing a crime. She walked into the inner part of the store where sex aids were sold. She noticed just one employee sitting behind the cash register.

The employee said, "Welcome to Stephanie's. Is there anything I can help you with today?"

"No thanks. I'm just looking around."

The employee's name was Ginger. Christine had no way of knowing it, but Ginger had gotten involved in some sex games with Suzanne, Xania, and other women who knew Alan. However, as of yet Ginger didn't know who Alan was. Like Alan, Ginger also had a voracious sexual appetite and she had a stable of lovers even larger than Alan's. However, Ginger knew how to judge her customers. Although she was tremendously impressed with Christine's looks, she could tell from the dark glasses and skittish behavior that this customer needed to be left alone or she'd probably bolt from the store altogether. The odds of successfully seducing her were next to nothing, especially since Ginger's well-honed "gaydar" didn't detect even the slightest twinge of bisexuality in her. So Ginger just let her shop in peace.

Christine wandered to the dildo and vibrator section. She had no idea what she wanted, she just wanted to get something fast and get back in her car. But she couldn't just grab any dildo like it was a can of corn; at the very least she needed to figure out what size she wanted. Since her hymen was still intact, she decided on a small bullet type vibrator. Without looking at price or details, she grabbed the kind she wanted and headed for the counter.

She heard a voice behind her say, "Interesting choice."

Christine twirled around and saw Simone standing there. She was so surprised to see someone she knew that she panicked. Her hands instinctively flew to her face as if to cover it, causing her to drop the vibrator to the floor in her nervousness. She fumbled about, uncertain what to do with her hands.

Simone, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. She was enjoying this. She too had gone to the football game and was looking to make some discreet purchases afterwards. When she saw Christine entering the store just as she arrived herself, she'd made sure to wait and sneak up to her for maximum impact and amusement (at least for herself).

She bent down and picked up the dropped vibrator and handed it back to her. "Hi, Christine. Funny meeting you here." She added with joking sarcasm, "Boy, I don't know how I ever recognized you with those sunglasses on."

Christine's heart was still in her throat. There was panic in her face but she was a fast thinker. She lied, "Yeah, funny. Speaking of funny, I'm just buying a dildo as a gag gift for a birthday party."

Simone, though, wasn't buying it. "Sure you are. So your birthday is coming up, then? Congrats." She laughed merrily.

"It's not what you think!"

Simone laughed. "I'm sure it's not. You just thought you're buying a vibrating paperweight." She laughed some more. "Come on, girl. Don't treat me like a fool. And relax. I COULD tell everyone that our school's paragon of virtue, the Ice Queen herself, is buying a little pocket rocket. But I'm not gonna do that."

Christine was slowly realizing the potentially disastrous impact this chance encounter could have on her reputation. "You're not?" Her eyes narrowed. "What is it, then? You're gonna blackmail me to keep quiet?"

Simone laughed again. "You're giving me some good ideas. But no, I'm not gonna do that, either. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

The idea of Heather's best friend not giving her grief over this was simply too much for Christine to accept at face value. "It is? But why? I mean, I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I have trouble believing that. Your Heather's right hand man, er, woman. And everyone knows there's no love lost between Heather and me."

"That's true," Simone conceded. "And I do mind the way you and your little band of Goody Goodies are always sticking your nose in everybody else's business. But the fact is, I'm my own woman. I'm not just some flunky of Heather's, even though we're best friends."

"You're not?"

"No. I think I flunked flunky class. Call me a flunky fluke. Or a flaky flunky." She giggled. "Heck, I'm a funky flaky fluke-y flunky who flunked." She laughed at her own word play. "Don't mind me; I've always been a weirdo. The point is, I have my own mind."

Christine visibly relaxed, and Simone's silliness helped calm her. "God! Oh, thank God! I hope I can believe you'll keep a secret because you have me over a barrel. I can't believe how ashamed I am to be seen like this."

"Christine, that's one reason I'm not going to say anything, because you need to be encouraged about this stuff, not shamed. I'm guessing your parents are far too strict and really messed with your head when it comes to sex. There's nothing to be ashamed about buying a dildo or two. Nearly all women masturbate these days; it's just that everyone pretends only men do." She rolled her eyes as she added in a joking and mocking tone, "After all, we all know that only men have sexual urges. We women, we're far too dainty and busy knitting sweaters."

Christine blushed at the mere mention of masturbation. "Still, this is too embarrassing. I wish you wouldn't use that word."

"'Sweaters?'" Simone laughed.

Christine was still too mortified to be amused. "No, that other word. The 'M' word. That's just not something people talk about, you know? I feel so weak, so ashamed, that I'm giving in to my base needs."

Simone shook her head. "Damn, girl. Someone really did fuck with your head. Don't be ashamed. Sex is a part of life and a part of you. I'm glad to see you're finally coming around on that at least a little bit. I'll be glad to help you shop."

She started to turn her attention towards the store shelves, but suddenly she turned back to Christine, looked at her dark sunglasses, and smirked. "What are you, a CIA agent or something? First let's take these glasses off," she said as she did just that. "Where's the overcoat, you leave that in the car?"

Christine was slightly offended at Simone's forwardness, but kept her mouth shut. She realized she could really use Simone's help.

Seeing Christine wasn't going to respond to that, Simone asked, "What finally woke up your sleeping libido? Let me guess: you have Alan fever."

Christine blushed even more. "No I don't! We're just friends."

Simone chuckled. "Girl, don't ever try to become an actress. As the saying goes, thou doth protesteth too much. Don't worry, it's cool. I won't tell anyone about that, either. Not like it's that big of a secret in the first place. Everyone knows that these days you're always asking about him and who he's been seen with. And the other day I couldn't help but notice how you were intently eavesdropping when Amy was talking to Donna and me and some others about Alan."

Christine was going to deny that, but realized Simone would see right through that as well. Feeling calmer, she asked, "Simone, why are you being so nice to me?"

"Hey, I'm a nice person. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Well... yeah! No offense, but you're Heather's best friend and she's like the Hitler of our high school."

Simone pretended great indignation and joked, "I guess that makes me, what? Goering? No, I hope I'm not that fat. Himmler, maybe? Hmm. Those are the only Nazis I know by name." She mockingly made a Nazi salute. "Heil Heather! Boy, I sure hope Heather buys my story that I'm Nordic just like you, except that I've been REALLY working on my suntan."

Christine still wasn't amused despite Simone's infectious jovial mood. "Very funny. Though you shouldn't joke about stuff like that. What do you see in her anyway?"

"Who? Hitler Morgan?"

Christine couldn't help but finally grin at that. "No. Close, though. Heather Morgan."

Simone turned serious to answer the question. "Hmm. It's a long story. You gotta remember that she and I have been friends since, well, pretty much forever. She treats me completely differently than just about everyone else so I look at her differently. I kinda feel it's my responsibility to smooth her rough edges and limit the damage she makes. Plus, her bitchiness is a constant source of entertainment and amusement to me. You have to admit that Heather is nothing if not interesting. I really can't imagine life without her. It would be so boring. And frankly, there are a lot of advantages being closed tied to her."

"Yeah, I suppose..." Christine didn't feel frightened by Simone anymore, but she felt awkward to still be holding the vibrator she intended to buy.

Simone's eyes also drifted down to the package in Christine's hands. She suggested, "Here, let me help you out. Don't limit yourself to a little thing like that. Why not buy a variety? Since you've got Alan fever, why don't you buy something, well, a little more Alan-esque?" She giggled.

Then Simone walked a few steps until she came to a dildo that was about eight inches long and a little thicker than an average real penis. She picked it up and attempted to hand it over.

To Christine's eyes, it looked freakishly huge. Thanks to her hymen, putting the tips of three fingers into her pussy was pushing the envelope. She couldn't imagine how such a big thing could fit inside of her.

"Here," Simone said confidently. "This looks about right. For all the many nights when the real McCoy is busy with all his other babes. The problem is that Alan fever is contagious. I think I've caught a little bit of it myself. Symptoms definitely include a hardening of the nipples." She laughed.

Christine's face was already red, but now she broke into a deep blush that spread down to her chest. "Um, Alan and I haven't actually... Well, er, my hymen is still, uh... He hasn't even really kissed me!"

"OooooOOOOooooh! Say no more! You're still a virgin then." She considered making a joke about that, but then thought better of it and just asked, "And what's this about Alan not even kissing you? What's wrong with that kid? You look completely edible to me."

Christine painfully admitted, "He says he just wants to be friends. We're hanging out some, but in a strictly platonic way."

"So then what's with the dildo purchase then?"

Christine really wanted to crawl in a hole and die now. "Simone, you're making this so painful. It's a long story. The bottom line is I'm a lonely virgin and that's not going to change any time soon, okay? What more do you want from me, blood? Haven't you shamed me enough already?!" She flashed an angry look.

"Whoa! Back off, girl. I'm just trying to help. I swear, all your secrets are safe with me. To be honest, everyone at school assumes you're still a virgin so there's no big secret there. I just got the mistaken impression from what you said earlier that Alan had recently fixed that. My bad. In any case, let's see what we have here." Simone turned her attention back to the dildos on display.

She pulled one off the shelf. "Here. This is a vibrating egg. You can have a lot of fun with that and not worry about your hymen breaking. When you put that on your clit, whoa! Fireworks." She winked. "Trust me." She handed the egg to Christine and went looking for an egg that had multiple settings. Then she stopped and turned back because Christine was standing there just staring at the egg.

Simone tried to make light of Christine's discomfort. "I can assure you, that's NOT a cleverly disguised bomb."

Christine snapped out of it and looked up. "Sorry. It's just that I'm so out of my element in a place like this. I feel guilty."

Simone tsk-tsked, then joked, "You are guilty. Guilty of unpremeditated sexiness in the first degree. Let's see your pearly whites. What's a gal gotta do to get you to smile around here?"

Christine smiled for the first time, and meant it. She was grateful for Simone's help and light-hearted manner.

Simone helped pick out a few more things, though Christine turned down even more suggestions. For instance, Christine considered all the anal toys completely out of the question and thought nipple clamps to be both too lewd and probably too painful as well. She found it weird to even think about them, especially after Simone brazenly stared at her chest and mentioned that she definitely had the nipples for it if she ever changed her mind.

In addition to a number of small vibrators, Simone did convince Christine to buy one large very anatomically accurate dildo about the size of Alan's penis, complete with veiny bulges. As she put it, "Look, girl. With your looks and especially your big rack, it's just a matter of time before Alan taps your honey pie. I don't know what the issues between you two are, but his rampant erection always seems to get what it wants. So, taking that as a given, you need a dildo like this one to practice your blowjob skills on. If there's one thing he likes, it's a good blowjob. Any girl can give an average blowjob, but giving a really good one requires talent and practice. In fact, let's go get some sex books for you so you can start learning a few things too. There's one called 'Tickle His Pickle' that I personally really like."

Christine followed Simone to the book section of the store without protesting her pronouncements. She hoped and prayed Simone was right that Alan wouldn't be able to resist her for long.

By the time the two of them were done, Christine held a stack of over a dozen books about sex. She thought about the hiding places in her room, and put half of the books plus some of the toys back onto the shelves.

Simone looked at the remaining pile of Christine's purchases, especially the books, and said, "You know what? I just had a realization. I don't know you that well, but I do know that you excel in everything you put your mind to. Everyone knows about your big academic prizes, and I hear you kick butt in martial arts and a few other things besides. You're like Little Miss Innocent when it comes to sex right now, but I've got a feeling that you'll read all these books and before long you'll be the champion of sex, too. Hell, you'll probably blow the rest of us away, so to speak. There's no way Alan will be able to resist you."

Christine was amazed at how much she was opening up to Simone. She hadn't admitted her true feelings for him to anyone yet besides Amy, but she said, "You think? I don't dare to hope."

"Pffft! It's in the bag, honey. Trust me on this one."

Christine went to Ginger at the counter to pay for her purchases.

Ginger had been silent all the while, but paying close attention to what the two girls were saying to each other. She'd discovered that working at a sex shop was a great way to find new sex partners and learn interesting things. She figured she could hear more by acting as a fly on the wall instead of reminding them she was there by helping them make their selections. Listening to the two of them, she'd heard no end of fascinating details about the one they called Alan. She made a note to herself to find out more about him when one or both of them came back to shop again, as she was sure they would.

Christine and Simone did not depart as friends, since Simone's close ties to Heather was still a sore point with Christine that limited just how close they could get. But they definitely developed an understanding and a bond that hadn't been there before. Christine was genuinely impressed with Simone's good nature and hoped she could turn to Simone in the future if she had more questions about sex.

Simone for her part really did take it as a given that Alan would be fucking Christine before long. She wanted to get on Christine's good side now in hopes that the two of them could fool around together when eventually they both wound up in the same bed with Alan. Although she hadn't made the slightest hint about her own interest in that direction aside from a few compliments, she found Christine very desirable for herself.

Also, as she promised, she didn't even tell Heather about the encounter. However, she always had a mischievous and joking streak and warned Christine that she'd tease her about her dildo purchases, but only when others weren't listening.

Christine hurried home and quickly put her purchases to use. She felt guilty about using her sex toys, but it was so much better than just fingers that she couldn't resist using them. She found that she liked the first vibrating egg that Simone had selected the best of all of them.

That night, as she lay in her bed in the dark using that egg, her thoughts went back to some of the things Simone had said. Simone told me, "With your looks and especially your big rack, it's just a matter of time before Alan taps your honey pie. I don't know what the issues between you two are, but his rampant erection always seems to get what it wants."

God, I hope that's true!

I have too many hang-ups. I can't seem to get past the promises I made to Amy and I can't forget about all of his other women. I can't just throw myself at him with those issues hanging in the air, plus I don't have the nerve to do it anyway. On anything else, I have iron willpower and nerves of steel. I feel I could go toe to toe with anybody in a fight or battle of wits or anything else. But when it comes to making a move on Alan, I'm a hopeless and helpless case.

Christine began to fantasize. But none of that will matter because Alan's gonna come to me. All my issues will be rendered moot because he's gonna mow me down with that big erection of his and ravage me whether I want it or not. He's gonna make me a woman, gently, roughly, and every way in between. There's no stopping him! I'm gonna be one of his "babes." One of his girls. When he wants his cock sucked - and there's no doubt it's a COCK and no mere penis - I'm gonna open my lips and say "aaaaaahhh"!

I can just imagine. I'll be eating lunch with him in the cafeteria and talking about some interesting thing with him and he'll just casually say to me, "Blow me. Now." As one of Alan's official girls, as one of his sex toys, I can't say no. I have no free will in the matter. I'll just have to go with him to some private place and get down on my knees and suck. I'll "polish his knob" with every trick I know and by the time I go through all the books I bought today I'll know them all. Hell, I'll be lucky if I can retire to a private spot - he may want me to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there in the crowded cafeteria! If I dare refuse him, he'll probably strip me naked and give me a good spanking! We can't have that. No!

Christine was very busy playing with herself now, using both her fingers and the egg. Despite her mental protest against the idea of a public spanking, her pussy and fingers found it very exciting.

The fact is, fate has made me a fit and busty E-cupped girl in the same high school classes as Alan. That sealed my fate to be an "Alan babe" right there. My morals, my issues, my opinions - none of those things matter. I have no choice but to spread my legs and take it - HARD! Alan's gonna use my pussy for his pleasure any time he likes and that's just how it is! He's gonna keep it topped off with that notoriously tasty cum of his at all times, day or night. I'm gonna be walking around school bowlegged and wobbly from the way his jackhammer cock constantly lives in my pussy! Look, he even turned Heather into another one of his cum dumps, so if Heather can't fight him, I don't stand a chance!

Oooh! "Cum dump"! That is sooo nasty and wrong! Christine's fingers frigged with abandon as she thought about that term. She pressed the egg down hard on her clit. The intense vibrations caused her to lift her ass completely off of her bed.

I don't know what Simone came to that store to buy since she left after I did, but I'm sure it was something extremely nasty and naughty. She did mention something about it being "Naked Heather Day," whatever that is. I'll bet Alan, Heather, and her are in the middle of some big orgy at this very moment. Maybe other girls, too! He's drilling and impaling pussies everywhere so good and hard, just like he's gonna do mine!

Christine continued to work herself up while thinking about Alan. It always took a lot for her to cum but her raunchy thoughts were so exciting that eventually she hit her peak and had a great screaming orgasm into her pillow.

When it was over, she lay in bed thinking more subdued thoughts. What's wrong with me? I know exactly what's happening. I keep thinking about how relentlessly and inevitably Alan will dominate me, because if he does that it takes away my moral responsibility for getting involved in a grossly unequal and unwise relationship. Or at least I trick myself to think that's the case.

Whatever happened to my sweet romantic dreams of the old Alan? ... They were destroyed by Amy and all his "helpers," that's what. Let's face it, I'm never going to have the new Alan all to myself, not after that crazy open relationship arrangement Amy agreed to. I'll just have to take what I can get. Maybe if I memorize all these sex books, I can become his favorite in bed and the one he loves the most. At least that would be something.

God, you're pathetic Christine. Pathetic! I wish my sexual side would never have awakened. I wish that so much.

She lay in bed with her eyes open for a long time before falling asleep. Thinking about what might have been with Alan was depressing. It was much easier just to fantasize about Alan dominating her and forget all the complicated realities. Despite her post-coital blues, she knew she'd be getting a lot of use out of her new toys before the weekend was over.

CHAPTER 3

Back at the Plummer house, Alan was getting so aroused that a mere handjob from Suzanne, as great as it was and as accomplished as her technique was, seemed inadequate. He wanted a big sexual finale before he left, and knew it had to be now or never. Furthermore, the talk about Heather had put him in a mood for some anal sex, though he was just as glad to take straight intercourse. He disengaged from Suzanne and stood up to speak.

Alan cleared his throat and announced, "Hold on everyone." His words caught their attention, but the sight of his penis bouncing wildly from his rapid rise insured that their attention remained. "My cock is in a very good mood, and I really want to stick it somewhere special. I love what you all are wearing, but it's time for everybody to get naked."

The others stopped what they were doing. They got up and shed their few remaining clothes. A quick look at the clock showed it was only 6:15, and they had 45 minutes before Alan had to go.

"Who are you going to do, Big Bayonet Brother?" Katherine asked seductively as she even more seductively pulled her skirt down her legs, tossed it aside, and then pulled her shirt off.

"Well, Little Silky Slitted Sis, I kind of wanted to finish talking about some important things, but I can't concentrate until I get rid of this boner. Time is running out, so I was thinking I could give a little bit of it to everyone. You all look so good that I can't pick just one! Why don't we play 'duck duck goose? I'll stick a little bit here, a little bit there, and see where I end up. Meanwhile, you keep playing with each other, in pairs probably is best, so everyone can get plenty of orgasms whether I'm there or not."

Everyone thoroughly approved of that idea. Some dildos were brought out of what was rapidly becoming known as the "toy drawer," the top drawer of the underwear cabinet by the front door. There was some cream there too, and all the females helped each other get their asses properly lubed up.

The entire bunch moved to the living room. Amy lay on top of Susan face to face on one couch. They stay paired since the two of them hadn't really explored each other much yet, and because Amy couldn't be with Suzanne. Katherine lay underneath Suzanne in a sixty-nine on the other couch.

Alan watched them get started with each other, and then went to Amy first. He said, "Amy, I'm gonna fuck you right now, but just a little. So don't let me get too into it, or I'll let the others down."

"'M'kay!" Amy said with great happiness. "He picked me first!" she thought out loud. "My turn to get fucked! Super awesome!"

Katherine grumbled from across the room, and complained, "Brother, remember your two to one promise!" That was his promise that for every time he'd fuck Amy, he'd fuck Katherine twice. She planned to hold him to it, permanently, and didn't care if the others in the house knew about it or not.

Amy had been kissing Susan and using her hands to help mash her big boobs into Susan's even bigger ones. Susan had been driving Amy's clit to orgasm with one of her hands and kneading ass cheeks with the other. The two females continued to kiss and rub hooters against each other as Alan climbed on top of them both.

Amy stuck her legs straight out on each side of her crotch, as if she was a gymnast making perfect splits. But she was bent at each knee, and her lower legs came back in so that her feet ended up tucked between Susan's legs and the couch. She couldn't look any more wide open and fuckable for Alan to take her doggy style.

Alan paused to consider the contraception situations. Amy of course was already on birth control pills, but Susan and Suzanne had reminded him in the past day or two to pay more attention to the protection before sex, so he called for a diaphragm, just to be on the safe side. Luckily, there were plenty of those in the increasingly diversified underwear cabinet, not far away.

Right before he started, Suzanne announced to the whole group, "I want everyone to know that what Alan is planning is not all that smart. Going between the vagina and anus, as I'm assuming he's going to do, can be very unsanitary, especially if done between different women. Going from cunt to ass is okay, but the reverse can potentially cause problems that are no fun at all. But since this is a special occasion we can let it slide if everyone agrees to some serious douching and cleaning as soon as the van comes to get him. But let's not make a habit of it."

Alan focused on his task at hand. He positioned his penis over Amy's pussy, which was already temptingly ripe and wet.

Amy giggled and exclaimed, "Mom, I totally agree we need to 'let it slide!'" She giggled even more. "Come on, boyfriend! Let's do it! Slide it in all the way!"

Alan was all in favor of that idea. However, before he put his penis in, he felt a strange hand grab it. He realized with a start that the hand belonged to Susan. He thought, It's hot enough that I'm fucking my girlfriend while she's lying on top of Mom, but to have Mom guide me in? This is too much! He was so excited that he almost came just from the sight of the unexpected, grabbing hand. The fact that the hand began stroking and squeezing even as it guided him in made it that much tougher to hang on, but he clenched his PC muscle and the crisis passed.

Susan's hand slid him in. He just paused for a while until his penis had recovered and was ready for more. As he lay with his manhood fully extended inside Amy, he once again noticed just how remarkably tight her pussy was. It's more like fucking an asshole than fucking a normal cunt. I wonder if that's because Amy is the closest thing to a virgin here. Will she grow looser with time, or will she always be tight like this? I sure hope the latter, because my penis loves a good squeeze!

Amy couldn't keep kissing Susan, because she just had to yell and let her feelings out. She cried, "Gosh, Alan! Wow! ... OH WOOOOW! NO WAY!" She yelled even louder as she began to cum just from him slowly sliding his penis deeper into her.

Susan's hands now grabbed Alan on the butt. He felt as if he was fucking his mother just as much as he was fucking Amy, which is clearly what his mother intended.

Amy continued to yell. "Fuck me Alan, fuck me more! It feels so good!"

Susan, still underneath Amy, was moaning too quietly for Alan to catch her words.

Alan fucked Amy for only a couple of minutes. He thought, Tight. So tight! Fuck, that's a squeeze! If her cunt is this tight, I wonder what her asshole is like. I can't believe I've never fucked that giant, delectable, round ass of hers. Maybe today's the day! I can do whatever the hell I want to any of these centerfold-perfect women!

Then he suddenly pulled out. He figured there was no time like the present. Amy grumbled, but Alan said, "Don't worry. I'm just switching holes."

"Oooh! You're going to take my ass? Awesome! Hey, everyone, my boyfriend is finally gonna take my anal cherry!"

There was a round of applause and hollers from everyone.

Meanwhile, Amy and Susan repositioned themselves so Alan could aim at her anus. Alan tried to push his penis into Amy's well-lubed back hole, but no matter what he did, it just wouldn't go in. Amy repeatedly pushed her voluptuous ass back towards him, but that didn't help either.

After a few moments Alan asked Susan to remove herself from the body tangle so he and Amy could position themselves just right. Susan did move to the side, but that still didn't help.

Alan thought, Shit. I was right. Her asshole is even tighter than her cunt, and that's really saying something! Wow. If I ever get in there, she's going to squeeze my penis right off. ... Ugh! Damn! Nothing's working! I'll never understand how big penises fit into tiny little assholes, especially a hole like Amy's.

Suzanne could hear groans of frustration coming from Alan, Amy, and even Susan. Suzanne considered herself the resident sex expert, so she yelled from across the room, "Sweetie, you having some trouble over there? Do you need my help deflowering my daughter's butt? You both probably just need to relax a bit. You can get into even the tightest ass if you do it right. Here. Let me help." She started to get up.

Alan pondered that for a few moments. "Nah. Thanks, but we can save it for another time." Suzanne went back to her sexual fun.

He continued to think, and the more he thought, the more frustrated he grew over what he'd almost done. "Sorry, Amy. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Now's not the right time to do this. Taking your virgin ass is a big, big deal and should be treated as such. I guess I got carried away with the thought of fucking every hole presented me before I go. Classic case of thinking with the wrong head. When I get back we'll do it right. I want to make it a really unforgettable experience for both of us."

"M'kay! That sounds great. And the cunt fuck was GOOD! Even if we didn't finish it, but I understand why, with all these other holes needing filling. Gosh, I can't wait until you get back! My ass is soooo gonna be waiting until the very minute you get back!"

He explained, "My first priority when I get back naturally has to be fucking my wonderful mother." He looked at Susan as he said this, and she gleamed with pride and arousal. "Sunday night I'm going to be alone with just her. But then I'll try to make it up to you, and Katherine and Suzanne on Monday, okay?"

Amy said with worry, "Gosh, Alan. That seems like such a long time. Three days!"

Susan reacted slower, and said in a lazy voice, "Tiger, I'm so happy. Sunday night..." She spoke as if she was high on opium. "Alan is going to be a motherfucker..."

He responded, "Mom, it's tough for you and I to wait, but it'll be worth it. I'm gonna make it such an unforgettable experience. After a weekend without, I'll be so full of sperm you'll be able to bathe in it!"

"Oh yes! Yes! Drown me in your cum! Fuck me now! Fuck me up the ass!" She started to squirm in excitement.

"Mom, I'd like nothing better than to fuck your ass. Somebody's ass is going to get fucked around here, that's for sure. But let me just catch my breath a bit here."

"Okay. .... Mmmm. Your mommy is ready. So ready! It's such torture to be so close to all this fucking, but not have my cunt on the receiving end! Amy, let's keep ourselves busy while our favorite fuck stud takes a break."

Amy climbed back on top of Susan and they frigged each other to more intense orgasms.

Alan tried to stay out of the action as much as possible until he recovered. He slid down and away from the other two to remove his penis from anyone's reach, and ended up getting off the couch all together.

He looked over towards Katherine and Suzanne to see how they were faring. Katherine was lying on top of Suzanne now, sucking one of Suzanne's nipples. They looked to be having a grand time.

Alan wanted to join them, but he had some unfinished business with his mother first. He thought, So many holes, so little time! I have half a mind to just say fuck the hiking trip and stay here and fuck all weekend long!

While he waited for his penis, he lent a hand to help others. He knelt at the end of the couch where Amy and Susan's feet were dangling. Leaning forward between all the feet, he was able to reach both of their asses with his hands, and began fingering and rubbing all the naughty bits that were accessible. The hands of three different people took turns inside Amy's and Susan's pussies.

After about five minutes of this, Alan felt he'd achieved his second wind. "Amy? Susan? I'm ready." They were so lost in pleasure that he had to repeat their names several times before he could get their attention. "Amy, why don't you have Susan switch places with you? Lie down on your back on the couch. Mommy, lie on top of her, face down."

Susan moaned, "He called me Mommy!" She was deep within her sex fog. "He's going to fuck his mommy's ass!"

He answered calmly, "Yes, I'm going to fuck your ass for a bit. But don't let me cum."

"I don't know if I can promise that, Tiger! I want you to cum inside me! Spill your seed deep inside your mother!"

Susan and Amy were again facing each other tit to tit and pussy to pussy. They continued to take advantage of that fact, grinding into each other everywhere they could. Susan wrapped her legs wide around Amy. She couldn't perform the same gymnastic stunts Amy could, but she nonetheless managed to spread her legs wide enough to create a welcome opening to her ass.

Alan knelt behind them, putting his body between four legs. Susan's ass was wiggling in anticipation, so much so that it was like trying to hit a moving target. He grabbed her ass with his hands and held it in place, which made her groan and gasp expectantly. He pushed his penis into her ass, again marveling how much fucking an ass was just like fucking Amy's tight pussy.

Amy didn't think to guide him in like Susan had, but once he was in, Amy's hands explored that whole area, holding his penis as it pistoned and caressing the entrance of Susan's throbbing asshole. Amy felt the penis slip through her hands into the hole, and greatly enjoyed the feeling.

"Fuck me, Tiger!" Susan cried. "Fuck my tight pussy! Fuck my juicy, tiny, little cunt! It feels so good! My cunt can't handle such a big cock! Pound it open!"

At first Alan was confused, not sure if his mother wanted him to change holes, or if she was mistaken what hole he was in. Then he realized she was role playing again, pretending he was in her other hole. He loved it. He exulted, "I'm fucking my mother's cunt! Yes!"

There were gasps around the room, until Amy said, "No he's not, guys! I can feel it with my hands as it goes in and out of Susan's butt. He's just joshing."

Susan kept on crying about her "tight cunt" and Alan went on about his motherfucking. Amy was very nearly as aroused as mother and son were. All three of them grabbed each other and held on for dear life.

Alan was forced to withdraw, again after only a couple of minutes. His mother's words alone kept him teetering on the verge of orgasm.

He rolled off of both of them and fell roughly to the floor. "Mommy, I have to stop, but that was ... wow. The role playing was too much. I was about to cum!"

"Thanks, Tiger!" she said with glee. "Flattery will get you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere, if you know what I mean! This is going to be the longest weekend ever. Forty-eight hours until we can fuck!"

"Ugh!" he moaned in response to that. His penis was so filled with pleasure and pain by now that it felt numb more than anything. Susan and Amy moved into a sixty nine, now that he was off them. He'd left them right on the verge of climaxes too, but unlike him they didn't need to hold off any more. Their sounds of licking soon gave way to sounds of screaming, especially from Amy. She was quite a screamer.

CHAPTER 4

As Alan came somewhat back to reality, he asked, "Does anybody know what time it is?"

Amy and Susan were still fully occupied, so Suzanne took it upon herself to answer the question. "Oh shit," she said in fright. "Your pick up is coming by!" She was underneath Katherine, but she reached out to an end table where she had her watch in her shorts pocket. She said in a much calmer tone, "Oh, it's okay. It's only a little after 6:35. Lots of time to fuck, still."

"Does that watch have an alarm, and if so can you set it to 6:50?" Alan got up and stood over Katherine and Suzanne.

"Check," Suzanne said as she set the alarm. "You're good to go. But wouldn't it be funny if we forgot, or they got here early, and a whole troop of young boy scouts walked in on this scene? Then we'd just have to fuck them all to keep them quiet!"

"No we wouldn't!" Katherine said somewhat testily as she removed her mouth from one of Suzanne's nipples. "The only man I'm ever going to let fuck me is Alan!"

"Yeah! Same here!" Amy chimed in, lifting her head from Susan's pussy. Long lines of Susan's cum stretched from her mouth down to Susan's pussy. Then Amy repositioned so she was face to face.

Alan watched with interest as Amy's boobs squished down into Susan's larger ones, like two marshmallows pressing together.

"Ah, the enthusiasm of youth!" Suzanne said wistfully.

"Not just youth," Susan said between ragged breaths. "Alan's the only ... the only one. For me. Uh! ... Ever."

Suzanne complained, "Me too, obviously! But can't I pretend otherwise just in jest?"

Susan responded surprisingly vocally, "No! You know from our morning practices that those fantasies are out of the question! Alan's penis is the only penis on Earth, as far as I'm concerned!"

"Okay! All right, already. ... Speak of the devil, Sweetie, are you just going to stand there or are you going to put your hot rod into me or Katherine? Take your pick. Time is running out!"

"Tough choice! Okay, wait a minute, I've got an idea. Let's get on the carpet." They all moved to the floor next to the couch. Suzanne lay on the floor, face up, and then Alan directed Katherine so she lay on top of Suzanne, face down. Their boobs pressed against each other delightfully, and they were quite happy to remain that way.

Alan said, "Okay, now, Suzanne I want you to spread your legs really wide. Just how I like 'em. And Katherine, drop your knees to each side, above her legs. Excellent." The net result of all of this was there were now four holes lined up all waiting to be fucked. Suzanne's asshole was at the bottom, followed by her vagina, then Katherine's vagina, and finally Katherine's asshole at the top.

"Okay, ladies," Alan said to Katherine and Suzanne. "There are four holes there. I'm going to fuck all four of them." He scooted himself up and draped himself over Katherine so that his rod was now in reach of all four holes.

"Three of them!" Susan said with a muffled shout, her mouth filled with Amy's pussy. She was making reference to the fact that Alan still wasn't officially allowed to fuck Katherine.

"Oh, yeah, three of them," Alan said, but in reality he planned to fuck all four.

Katherine and Suzanne braced themselves to see what Alan would do next.

"Bottoms up!" Alan cheered as he stuck his penis into Suzanne's anus. He stroked several times into Suzanne's asshole, and then pulled out. Then he put his penis into Katherine's anus, and began stroking some more. Just as Katherine was starting to really get into it, he pulled out and stuck his penis into Suzanne's pussy. Finally, he took it out and put it in Katherine's pussy.

His pistoned in and out for about ten slow strokes. No one said a word aside from lots of groaning, but once he took it out, Katherine said rather quietly, "Um, Brother, I think you might have used the wrong hole there. What about our best behavior pledge and all that?"

"Oh, sorry!" Alan said in mock confusion and apology. "So many holes, it gets so confusing."

"No worries. I love it! But you know, Mom is just right over there, and you were saying you didn't want more trouble right now..."

"What was that?" Susan shouted from across the room, having heard the word "Mom." But, generally speaking, Amy was fully occupying her attention, thanks to the dildos and fingers exploring several of her holes.

"Oh nothing!" Suzanne shouted. "Having a good time with my daughter there?"

"Very!" Susan shouted back. "And how are my two children treating you?"

"Most hospitable, I must say! You raised them to have such manners. For instance, Katherine knows not to talk when her mouth is full ... of my pussy!" They all laughed.

"Speaking of full, Aunt Suzy," Alan interrupted, "my cock is coming your way again. Get ready to feel it fill up your cunt." He stuck his penis up her pussy. With a free hand, he plunged three fingers into Katherine's pussy and his thumb went into her anus.

"God YES!" Suzanne cried out. "Mrs. Plummer, you've raised some mighty good children," she said loudly so Susan could hear. "Fuck me deeper, Sweetie! Deeper and harder! More! More!"

But rather than fuck deeper, he pulled out altogether. He gave himself another short break. Then he decided to get bold and stuck it back into Katherine's pussy. He put his fingers and thumb in Suzanne's two holes in the meanwhile. "Alan, I think you got the wrong hole again," his sister said rather quietly.

"What was that? I'm sorry I can't hear you." He gave her pussy some long, deep strokes, and then pulled out and put it back into Suzanne's pussy. He didn't know for sure if Suzanne knew which of his sister's holes he was using, but he didn't really care. The important thing was to fool Susan, and she was now under Amy with her face so far up Amy's crotch, metaphorically and literally, that she couldn't see anything he was doing at all.

He went back into Katherine's pussy, enjoying it the most because it was the one taboo hole. Again he moved his hand to Suzanne's holes so he was still doing three holes at once. He was rapidly reaching orgasm, and tried to figure out which hole he should finally shoot into.

"Oh yes, my ass!" Katherine said, getting wise to his game. "Fuck my ass, Alan! Fill it up! Fuck it some more!" Alan began pounding her pussy for all he was worth for a minute or two. "Fuck me Alan! Fuck it deeper! Deeper!"

Suzanne couldn't help notice where he was putting his penis, but she merely said wryly under her breath, "Alan, I think you need a pair of glasses."

Alan realized he could hold out no longer and had to cum. He figured cumming into his sister's pussy wasn't the best idea at this point if he was going to make any effort at all to keep their fucking a secret, so he rapidly withdrew and pushed his penis still shooting sperm into Suzanne's pussy instead. Meanwhile, he still used his hand to piston into any and every hole that came within striking distance. Suzanne and Katherine had already been cumming long before he did, but as he yelled out loud, both of them intensified in their shaking and moaning.

Alan finally withdrew his now exhausted penis.

Suzanne reached out towards her watch again and checked the time. "You still have five minutes, lover boy." In a louder voice, she announced to the group, "Hear that everyone? We have five minutes!"

Suzanne and Katherine expected Alan to now get off of them, and he did. But he wasn't completely done. He said to Suzanne, "Back to the couch."

The two females hopped up, with Katherine remaining on top of Suzanne, face to face, pussy to pussy. They immediately began kissing each other, and fondling each other's boobs.

Alan meanwhile lingered close, and knelt next to the couch. Once again, he had four empty holes underneath him. He stuck his thumb into Suzanne's asshole, and two fingers from that hand went into Suzanne's pussy. He did the same with Katherine and his other hand, so he was in four holes at once. His penis was down for the count, but he was determined to keep going with his fingers. He began pumping them all to the same rhythm and speed.

They barely noticed the watch alarm go off for all the screaming, moaning, pumping, sweating and cumming. But slowly both groups of lovers came to a stop. Thanks to the time concern they made a quick effort to get up and get ready for the scouting van.

Suzanne quietly asked Katherine as she tried to stand, "Did you also notice Alan has bad eyesight?"

"Oh very much so." Katherine winked.

"I thought as much," Suzanne muttered. "I gotta give it to you, though Alan. You have some balls."

"What, you mean these?" Katherine said as she began playing with them.

Suzanne took charge. "Okay, everybody, listen up. We've got like three minutes if the scouting van is on time. Luckily they're always late, but let's be on the safe side. Alan, run upstairs and take the fastest shower you ever took in your life to get the smell of sex off of you. Susan, you do the same in the other shower in case you have to be presentable. I'll stall 'em if they come in the meantime."

CHAPTER 5

Everyone rushed around frantically. Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine took showers once Alan and Susan got out (Amy and Katherine shared a shower, but had no time for hanky panky). Alan went over his backpack and other belongings one last time.

At ten minutes after seven, all five of them were reassembled fully clothed in the living room. They had nothing to do but wait. After a minute or two of everyone just sitting quietly, Alan said, "Okay, let's face facts. The scouts are always late picking people up. They go around picking people up all over town, and there are always delays. I'd say we still have at least half an hour. I propose we talk until they arrive. I know it's weird that the conversation might get yanked to a halt at any moment, but there's stuff I'd really like to get off my chest before I go."

"Like what?" Amy asked.

"Well, this whole Glory thing, obviously. It's bothering me even more than the Dr. Fredrickson situation, because I'm much more confident that we can beat that one. But Glory? I'm really worried. And I know we already talked it into the ground, but it raises all kinds of issues. I mean, where do I stand, exactly? What if she says, define your relationship with your mother, or with Amy? It's all kind of nebulous, isn't it? Let's look at the really big picture here? Just amongst the five of us, how do we want things to work?"

Katherine answered, "I think things are working out fine, Big Scimitar Brother. Let's just keep doing what we're doing."

Amy objected, "You can't call him that! Scimitars are totally curvy, but his thingy is pretty straight."

"Amy, it's just a rough approximation. Anyways, I like the way that his-"

Alan cut them off. "Hey you two, can we focus here? Or do you want to talk about my penis all day? On second thought, don't answer that question! Seriously, Sis, we can keep going as we are, but don't we want to define things, make commitments? How do I know that I won't lose one or more of you, too? I lost Glory. I don't want to lose another!"

Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, you did not lose Glory. Would you stop saying that? I'm 100% certain she'll come back. But let's not rehash that. I understand your need for certainty, and I agree. Who's to say for instance, that Katherine might not go off to college and find some nice young man instead of you?"

"I'M TO SAY!" Katherine replied huffily. "Don't even think about it! I agree with Mom that as far as I'm concerned, there's only one man! Alan or nobody!"

Suzanne responded, "Just to play devil's advocate, some people might say that incest isn't natural, and that it would be better for you to eventually find someone else."

"Screw the devil!" She went over and hugged Alan. "I'm with my brother for life! I hope you're cool with that, Brother." Turning back to Suzanne, she added, "He's even said that he's going to be the father of my children, so there!"

Suzanne raised an eyebrow at that, and Susan's mouth dropped open in surprise.

Alan pointed out, "You see? This is what I'm talking about. Nobody is certain about anything, because nothing's been defined. Katherine even had to say 'I hope you're cool with that' because we've never discussed these things. I guess everyone was afraid to rock the boat, and spoil the magic, but now's the time."

Amy raised her hand. "Alan? Are you happy with what Katherine said? Because I want the same thing. Could we make babies too? Please?"

Alan raised his hand and said, "Whoa!" But it wasn't in reference to what Amy was saying. Instead, he was reacting to what she was doing: she pulled down the black dress she'd just put on, freeing her bouncy boobs.

She laughed and played dumb. "What? You said you have some things you want to get off of your chest. So do I. Clothes. ... Bwah! Yuck! And with my breasts getting bigger and bigger, my tops are getting tighter and tighter." She giggled some more. "I don't think it's fair to make me wear these tiny things."

Alan laughed, and let the point slide. Even with the scouting van coming, he realized that trying to get Amy to keep her clothes on inside the Plummer house was a losing proposition.

Amy continued as she hefted her flawless teen tits in his direction, "I want to be with you forever and have you be the father of my children, too. I don't know if that means I'd be your wife or mistress or harem girl or what, but it doesn't matter that much to me. I'll be with you, by your side, no matter what you want to call me."

Katherine interjected, "And I'll be by your other side!" Not to be outdone, she also pulled her top down and let her tits spring free.

"Whoa, whoa!" Alan held his hands out in a placating gesture. "One at a time. This is great. This makes me feel better already. Amy, Katherine, that would make me very happy. I'd be proud to have both of you by my side. Let's stay together forever."

Amy rushed over and hugged him, and then Katherine did the same. Now they were not only metaphorically but literally by his side, one on each side of him. Their hugs were full of love but also lust, as they both rubbed their breasts up and down his arms while practically squeezing him to death with exuberant happiness.

Susan spoke up. "Wait a minute. I love that you three are making these commitments. It makes me so happy, and I think it's so right. But what about the older generation? Son, I know you can't get Suzanne or I pregnant, though that doesn't mean we can't practice trying quite a lot..." She winked. "And I know we aren't young and pretty like our daughters..."

"Hold on!" Alan interrupted. "Who isn't young and pretty? Mom and Suzanne, you two are two of the most beautiful, lovely, and loving people on this planet. Period. Pregnancy doesn't mean much to me. I don't want to have kids for a loooong time. What I do want is to have all of you. All four of you. Age be damned! Susan and Suzanne, will you have me? Do both of you want a permanent relationship and a permanent commitment?"

The two older women rushed up to him and hugged him tightly. Katherine and Amy had to pull away and step back because the other two females simply smothered Alan with hugs and love. Susan and Suzanne both talked at once, eagerly exclaiming their desires for permanent commitments.

Alan said, "Hold up! One at a time. Mom, you first."

"Son, I'm offended that you'd even have to ask me. I'm yours forever! You and Katherine are the joy of my life, my reason for living. Anything you want, Tiger, I want to give it to you." Looking over at the topless Amy and Katherine, Susan too pulled her dress down. She hefted up her tits just as Amy had done, and nearly fainted with delirious joy as she imagined Alan sucking mother's milk from her boobs for ever and ever.

Then she remembered some words of advice Alan gave to her weeks ago, words that she repeated to herself nearly every day since: Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about. She did thrust her enormous chest out, an act which, thanks to his words, never failed to boost her confidence and happiness.

Alan and Susan kissed passionately and hugged some more.

Suzanne was also hugging Alan from the other side. After a few moments Alan stopped and turned his attention to her. "What about you, Suzanne?" He knew that of the four, Suzanne would be the toughest one to convince to make a formal commitment.

But she said, "What Susan says pretty much goes for me, too. I love you. You're my Sweetie. I'm here for the long haul. You know what we were saying earlier, about other men? I mean that. You're the only man I'd want. Why, even to sleep with my husband would feel like cheating on you." She saw the baring of boobs as a sign of commitment, so, with a big smile on her face, she too dropped her dress.

Susan, Katherine, and Amy all spoke up too, nearly shouting all over each other to declare that they too wouldn't want to be with another man.

Alan had to stop them and clarify. "Wait a sec, wait a sec. Let's see what we've got here. We all agree that we're going to stick with each other forever, right? I want to make that same declaration, too. I love you all so much that I could never see changing what we all have."

Susan urgently asked, "But Tiger, when you go off to college, won't you leave us all behind? What if you find some young filly there that's so amazing you completely forget about the rest of us, and marry her? What if she doesn't want to share? What if she thinks that the whole-"

"Hold on, Mom! First off, we're a group now. I don't want to go off to college or anywhere unless we all discuss and agree on it, first. I couldn't imagine going to another town and leaving you all behind, so either I'd go to college here or maybe we could all move together."

That got a great reaction. There were more high fives, hollers, and hugs.

When everyone calmed down, he continued, "Now, as for the second part, I'm involved with other women, as you all know, and I hope I can still continue with that. But with the possible and partial exception of Glory, no one has the significant history with me that you four have. I can't see how I could ever meet another girl who would be so amazing that she could possibly take me away from any of you. I mean, the four of you are about the most amazing women imaginable, one by one, and together the whole is so much greater than the sum of the parts.

"Further, I'm completely addicted to the multiple women lifestyle. There might come a woman I'd love so much that I'd want to make her a part of our close group. Maybe Glory, for instance, if she wanted it. But that woman would have to be completely okay with everything we've got going with each other. And like Glory, I doubt if anyone will, because they don't share that history together that we all do. So I'm afraid that no matter what happens, I'm 'stuck' with the lot of you." His words had him complaining about being stuck with them, but of course he didn't mean it. His face was beaming with happiness.

The others loved that speech. Again, all kinds of hugs, kisses, and talking broke out. The gist was that they all thoroughly approved.

He again had to quickly calm everyone down and resume the conversation, because he wanted to establish some things before the scouting van arrived, which could theoretically happen at any moment. He stood up and walked in front of the others, and said, "Hold on. What about the hypocrisy issue? I'm sleeping with all kinds of women, and you're saying that you don't want to sleep with any other man. I know that's hypocritical, but I can't help myself. If someone like Brenda shows up and throws herself at me, I can't say no. But at the same time, if something like that were to happen to one of you, I'd feel horribly jealous. Is that situation really right? Is that fair?"

Susan emphatically answered, "Of course it is! Son, it's your right and your privilege to sleep with any woman you want! I get so proud and so HOT to hear about your conquests, like your total conquest of the cheerleading team! The way you've fucked all six of them." She turned to Katherine and winked.

Katherine's mouth flapped open and closed in surprise. "Wa-wa-wait. Mom? You know? Me and Alan?"

Susan looked at her and smiled, and then back to an equally shocked Alan. "Of course I know, and I'm fine with it. I was 99% sure already, but then this morning, Tiger, when I came into your room and gave you a wake up blowjob, what did I taste on your penis but your sister's pussy juices? Very fresh and tasty, I might add."

Alan stammered, "But, but..."

Susan completed his thought. "But you thought that she'd licked your penis so clean that I wouldn't be able to tell, right?"

He nodded sheepishly.

Susan smiled and turned to Katherine. "Good job on the cleaning, Angel. Of course, as a good fuck toy, part of your duty, or I should say our duty, is to clean him off every time. A mere tongue bath won't get rid of the smell, let alone the taste, completely though. I'm also more than a little proud to say that I'm not only very familiar with the smell, and taste, of my daughter's cunt, but also the smell and taste of my son's cock, particularly the taste of his cock when it hasn't already been drowned in cunt juice. Such smells! So delicious! It smelled like a whorehouse in his room. Hell, even more so that usual!"

They all laughed at that. She continued, "Obviously, not only did the two of you fuck, but you did it secretly in the middle of the night. Don't worry, it didn't make me mad. It just made me so proud of my children. My son is such a stud! And my daughter is turning into such a sexy, nympho vixen! Come here, you two!"

Alan, Katherine, and Susan engaged in another tight hug.

CHAPTER 6

"Okay," Alan said formally. "How are we doing on time?"

Suzanne looked at her watch. "Seven twenty. I'd guess we have another ten minutes at the very least."

"Excellent. All right. Let's get back to the sex slave and fuck toy issue. Now, those are colorful terms, but what do they mean? Sis? What do you mean when you call yourself stuff like that?"

"Big Cutlass Brother, when I call myself your fuck toy, what I guess I mean is that I feel as if my top priority is to serve you sexually, and make you happy. Nothing else is as important. You can and should order me about, and I'm eager to agree. I'm basically your toy or slave to do with as you please. And not just any fuck toy, I want to be your number one fuck toy!"

Amy raised her hand (she had a habit of formally raising her hand in group settings). "Ooh! Ooh! Can I talk?" Alan nodded at her. "What Katherine said sounds good! Can I have that too?"

Alan smiled, "It's a free country. I'm not going to stop you."

"Oh! Goody!"

Then Susan spoke up. "I know it's a bit demeaning for your own mother to say this, but Alan, Tiger, that's exactly what I want, too. Nothing matters more to me than seeing you and Katherine happy, and of course keeping you sexually satisfied is a huge part of that. It's what I do, now. And I love it when you order me about! All you have to do is say, 'Assume the position,' and I start to cream! So yes. Call me a sex slave and a fuck toy! That's what I am!" She stood proudly, as if such names were badges of great honor.

Alan walked over and kissed her. "Thanks, Mom. I love you, too. I hope that everything I do will make you happy and proud of me, too." As they kissed, they stood with their mouths an inch or so from each other so the others could see their tongue play.

Susan added as they pulled away, "Son, you realize that I can't play favorites. You're the only male, so you're a special case, but I aspire to be a fuck toy for everyone else here, too."

Katherine and Amy immediately spoke up. "Ooh! Me too! Me too!"

Alan noted, "So. It seems that sex slave and fuck toy isn't really so much a position thing as a dedication to being completely sexually satisfying. It's a commitment to everyone in the group, sexually. That seems right. I give all three of you the big thumbs up. You know I'm completely dedicated to keeping you all as sexually satisfied as I can, so I don't mind calling myself your sex slave too."

Then Alan turned to Suzanne. "So that leaves your case. We should call you ... what? An independent woman. A nympho. That's a good word we all like. You know Suzanne that I'll love you just as much as ever, no matter what I call you."

Suzanne was feeling the heat now. She still wanted to be as close to Alan as everyone else, but now she was being put in a position with an asterisk next to her name. She felt like the others were all establishing relationships that she couldn't be a part of because of her objection to terms like "fuck toy" and "sex slave." But she didn't want to be left out. Her mind frantically scrambled to think, and she said, "Wait a minute. Hold on a second, here."

Alan stood silently and waited, but some moments passed and Suzanne didn't say anything more. He finally prompted her, "What is it, Suzanne?"

She said, "I'm not crazy about your terms, but I hold a similar commitment in my heart. To all of you. For instance, I'm willing to say that starting from today, as long as I have you to love, I'll never touch another man. Not even my husband. I don't care! We're already sleeping in different beds, but he'll have to understand that he's not even to touch me!"

Alan pressed, "Will you divorce him, too, if I ask you to?"

"I will, but only if it's my SON who asks me. So I'll do it, if you're willing to really call me 'Mother.' Your second mother. If you'll agree to be my son, I'll be happy to be called 'fuck toy' or 'sex slave' or anything else."

Suzanne said these words resolutely, but she didn't know where they were coming from. It was as if they came straight from her subconscious. She was completely surprised. But in fact, this had been her secret deep desire for years. She hadn't allowed herself to consciously think such thoughts because of fears it might mean she was trying to usurp Susan's place. Yet now that she said them, it was like a huge load was lifted from her heart, much like an emotionally tortured, closeted gay feeling tremendous relief upon confessing his or her homosexuality.

She panted with relief and anticipation, and stared at Alan with hope and fear. There was nothing she wanted more in life than for Alan to agree to this idea. She held her breath.

Alan pondered the idea, and looked back and forth between Susan and Suzanne. Then he looked over at Katherine and Amy. All of them were very anxious to see what he would say, but he couldn't really make out their feelings on the matter from their facial expressions.

Finally he looked back to Susan. "Mom, Suzanne's idea is in no way meant to be a replacement for you. She's talking about being a second mother. You're my number one mom and always will be. But Suzanne has essentially been my second parent for years." He turned his eyes back to Suzanne. "I think it's time that we formally recognize that fact. ... Don't you agree, Mother?"

Chills ran up and down Suzanne's spine to hear Alan call her 'mother.' She jumped at him and gave him a huge bear hug. "Yes! Oh, yes! Son! My son! Did you hear that? Did everyone hear that? He called me mother!" She showered him with kisses, and he kissed back.

But he pulled away as quickly as he could, because he had to confirm that this was okay with the others, especially Susan. With Suzanne still draped around him in a loose hug, he asked, "What do you think, Mom? I won't agree with this unless you approve. Are you ready for Suzanne to be your sister?"

She was looking uncertain, but her eyes lit up at that. "Ooh! Sister?" She turned to Suzanne and went forward and took Alan's place in an embrace with her best friend. "Suzanne, of course you have my permission. You're his second mother, now. And my sister."

Suzanne quickly added, "And Katherine's second mother, too! Is that okay with you Katherine?"

She walked up and hugged the two mothers. "Of course! Call me 'Daughter' now, Mom!"

Alan looked over at Amy who was feeling left out, and along with him the only ones not in on the hug. He said, "Aims, what are you waiting for? Join the hug. If Suzanne is our mother, then that makes Susan your mother, too. And now Katherine and I have a new sister!"

"Oh! Cool! M'kay! Wow!" She ran forward and hugged Alan, then went and hugged the other three. Alan joined them, and all five had one big group hug.

Alan was the first to pull away. There was a lot of kissing going on, but the hug slowly broke up. He was still conscious of the time, and gave another short speech. "I'm so happy and in love with all of you. I can't tell how much it means to me to get this kind of support and love from all four of you after everything that's happened lately, especially with Glory. This just feels so right, doesn't it? We should have done this years ago, because this is really our natural family! Suzanne, OF COURSE you're our second mother! That's why I was calling you Aunt Suzy all these years, but now I don't have to call you that any more. Now you're just 'Mother.' Try it out, Sis."

Katherine smiled at Suzanne. "Hey Mother, how ya doing?"

Suzanne rushed at her and hugged her, then stretched her body out and pulled Alan into the hug. "Hi, daughter! You two are too great!" She was too emotionally overjoyed to say more, and fought back tears of joy.

Alan turned back to Susan to reassure her some more. "Remember, Mom, Suzanne is in no way a replacement for you; she's a replacement for Ron. You're my number one mom and always will be. But every child should have two parents." He said with a big grin, "I'm just really lucky that they're both amazing women who are also my fuck toys, as I am theirs."

Susan nodded in understanding. Alan noticed that she was crying tears of joy, just like Suzanne was. In fact, he looked around and saw that everyone was crying now. He started to get choked up himself, when he realized how strong the love in the room was.

Suzanne happily thought to herself, I didn't know I was creating a monster when I started this whole scheme, but I'm so glad I did! I thought I was in control and directing events, but now I'm one of four women in his ... harem. That's right! I'm a fuck toy in his harem. In my son's harem! I don't care if it sounds demeaning; words are just words... And frankly, 'fuck toy' kind of turns me on. The important thing is that my dream has come true! We're all one family now. It's actually happened! My dream of one giant, endless orgy of love and sex is really, truly here! She felt so giddy with delight she thought she would faint.

CHAPTER 7

Alan felt more than joyous, he felt full of love. Yet he also felt greatly aroused, and the whole thing was a big power trip too. He thought, I'm going to have these four beauties in my life forever and ever! As my loves, my family, and my sex slaves! Does it get any better than that?! Just like Suzanne, he was so overwhelmed that he felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

Speaking more generally to everyone, Alan sat down to recover, and said, "Wow. I'm so overwhelmed. I don't think there's ever been any one as lucky as me. I'm just glad to know how much you all love me."

Suzanne said, "It's not luck. Trust me. Some luck, yes, but you're more responsible for this than you'll ever know. You're just so damn handsome and lovable!"

What she meant was the fact that the six times a day scheme wasn't a complete accident of fate, but brought about by her lust and love for him. But she couldn't say what she wanted to say any more directly without giving that secret away. She knew there was a lot of luck involved, but she also felt that he'd handled the cards he'd been dealt extremely well.

Alan turned back to Amy. "Now, Amy, my new sister, how are you feeling about all this?"

"Great! Super! This is the greatest ever! It's like my family just doubled. How cool is that? And I love all these new titles! They make me so hot. I can't wait until you come back from your trip! My own brother is going to fuck my ass for the first time! And I hope that's just for starters, 'cos my cunt is already feeling so empty and lonely!"

Alan smiled then turned towards Suzanne. "There is one fly in the ointment about all of this. Everyone has declared their complete love and sexual devotion to everyone else, but Mother, what about you and Amy?"

"I just love it when you call me 'Mother'! Can you do that again?"

He grinned. "What would you like me to say, Mother?"

"Ooh! I love it!"

"I have a suggestion, by the way. It's going to get confusing with all these mothers and siblings. I suggest we call Susan nothing but her name or 'Mom' and 'Mommy' and we call Suzanne nothing but her name or 'Mother.' That way we can avoid confusion. And Katherine can still be 'Sis' since I always call her that, while Amy can be 'Sister.' How does that sound?"

Everyone agreed and they all were quite happy with it.

He continued, "Now, back to my point. What about Suzanne and Amy? Are you two going to be sexually involved with each other? I think it's time. It's inevitable."

Suzanne replied tentatively, "I have serious objections to that idea. But in the spirit of group unity and I guess a reflection of my new sex slave status, I'll follow your orders. I'll do it to please you." To herself she thought, God, I'm starting to sound like Susan, with these comments where I don't even fool myself!

"No you won't," Alan said, surprising everyone. "First off, it doesn't become you to call yourself a sex slave. I'm glad that you showed the flexibility to agree to that, but I know it still rankles you, so as far as I'm concerned you're still the same old Suzanne. I'm not going to call you any term like that unless you find it sexy if I do, and you shouldn't hide behind your supposed loss of freedom. There's been no loss of freedom here. Everybody's doing exactly what they want to do. If, for instance you wanted to sleep with your other son, Brad, I'd be willing to agree to that. Of course I want you all to myself, but I'd feel guilty to hold you back from something you really want to do."

"I appreciate that, Son." She smiled at saying 'son.' "However, I most certainly am not going to get involved with Brad. We have such a perfect group and that would just ruin everything. He'll never be anything like you; there's no place for him in any of this. That's just how it is. Each person is what they are. Frankly, I know mothers aren't supposed to say this, they're supposed to say they love all their children equally, but that isn't true. The Pestridge family is divided. Amy and I make up one group and stick together, while Brad takes after his father and has drifted away from me just like Eric has. So forget him in this, and forget any other male.

"You're the only one I want, Sweetie. You're right. I'm not agreeing to anything I don't already want to do. There's a part of me that minds being called a sex slave, but there's another part that finds it a turn on. I'm happy with that name so long as it's just a hat I can wear sometimes during sex but otherwise keep off."

Alan nodded. "Of course! That goes for everyone! I want, no, I need, to be treated just like a normal teenager on all things outside of sex. I hope that's always been understood. Otherwise I'm going to become insufferable and spoiled. I fear that's already kind of happening."

Susan butted in, "But Alan! How can you say that? You're so much more than a lover to me. I want to pamper and adore you in every way." She blushed and said with her head bowed down, "I want you to replace Ron and sleep with me in my master bed."

Katherine laughed. "Dr. Freud has just entered the building!"

Suzanne commented drolly, "I think Freud permanently lives in this house. And now the incestuous relationships have just multiplied, because I take the second mother title dead seriously. Susan, it's fine that you feel that way, but let's face it. You've always spoiled Alan and Katherine, and only kept them in line with your unlimited love. That's why it'll be so much better with you and me as mothers. We can be a 'good cop, bad cop' team."

Alan said, "Good point, Suzanne, and Mom, you know I love you just the way you are, and I adore you too. But let's talk about these kind of things later, and focus on the issue at hand, which is slipping away from me. Suzanne and Amy. Suzanne, about Amy. I'm not forcing you to get physical with her. I don't want you to do it if that's how you still feel about it. But I think you want it, too. You're just having trouble admitting it. Are you really serious about this mother thing? If so, why would you have sex with one daughter, but not the other?"

Suzanne could have pointed out it was because she and Amy had the only real genetic relationship in the whole group, but she didn't. Instead, she said, "You're right. I do want it. I want it so bad that I can barely stand it. I guess that's why I could never figure out a solution to the 'Amy problem' in the whole picture, because secretly I've wanted her in bed with the rest of us. Amy, come here to your mother."

Amy gladly walked forwards and stood before Suzanne. Then they hugged. It was like they were touching each other for the first time. They held each other hesitantly at first, and then made small, exploratory kisses on each other's cheeks. But within a minute they were fully French kissing. After another minute, they were kissing as if they'd been lovers for years.

As her daughter began to fondle her huge breasts, Suzanne gasped, then pulled back and complained, "The van! The van is coming!"

"Let it come! I don't care!" Amy dropped her head down and buried it in Suzanne's chest. She kissed her mother's nipples, and licked her boobs all over. "Mmm, Mom, I love your big tits," Amy moaned. "I've been waiting to really get my hands on these for so long!"

"Me too!" Suzanne exclaimed, as she also fondled her daughter's boobs. "I've been noticing your growth spurt lately, and it makes me so proud. But I've heard you have such a tight cunt! I can't wait to get in there!" They ran their hands all over each other's bodies, especially their asses.

"All right," Alan barked suddenly. "That's enough for now. I would like nothing more than to sit around and watch you two go at it. But again, we have to remember the time! They could be here any second now. How much do you think they'd like to look in the window and see a mother and daughter totally naked and going at it with each other?"

He smiled at that naughty thought. Actually, they'd probably like it a whole lot! But we'd also get in a whole lot of trouble, with that many people knowing what we're up to.

Suzanne nodded and disengaged herself from Amy. She was ready to completely abandon herself to her lusts for her daughter; Alan's halt only delayed the moment when that was bound to happen.

But at the same time, Suzanne thought to herself, My God, what am I doing? That was close. This is real incest! Why am I willing to do anything for pleasure? I conceived her! She came out of my vagina, and now she'll be going back in with her tongue and fingers. ... Yet I love it!

Who am I kidding by resisting? Let's face it. As far as anyone here is concerned, Amy and I fucking each other is a foregone conclusion. And you know what? It's right. It will complete the circle. It has to happen!

Amy and Suzanne stood back from each other, and walked backwards until they joined a line with Katherine and Susan. The four females now stood expectantly in front of Alan. They were waiting to see what he would do or say next.

He thought to himself, They're waiting for orders! All four of them! It's like I'm their drill instructor or something. No, it's like I'm their master, because that's what I am: their master!

Spurred by these thoughts, he asked, "Another wording question. When it comes to sexual things, what do you think of the word 'Master'?"

Not surprisingly, Katherine answered first. "Alan, Brother, I am SOOOO all over that word! I keep trying to call you that, but you won't let me! I propose that we all call Alan 'Master' and treat him as such. But only in sexual matters, of course." She was like Susan and didn't really see a distinction between the sexual and nonsexual in her treatment of him, but she added that last part to make the idea palatable for Suzanne.

Amy raised her hand. "Oooh! Oooh! I second the motion!"

Susan also raised her hand, as if they were suddenly following parliamentary rules of order. "Me too. Alan needs to be the man of this house. He's my master, regardless of what anyone else says."

That turned Alan on tremendously. He was having a really hard time keeping his iron hard penis confined in his jeans. He turned to Suzanne.

She smiled at him. "In sexual things only. In all other things I'm going to kick your ass if you're a bad kid." She winked. "Master."

Alan nodded sagely and acknowledged Suzanne's response without smiling back. He was calm on the outside aside from his shaking hands, but on the inside his heart was pounding intensely and his penis seemed to be about to rip its way right through his blue jeans. He reeled in the fact that even Suzanne freely called him "Master."

He coughed, then announced. "We're all one big family now. I am now your master. But I'm a very unusual master, because I love you all so dearly, and I consider myself a slave to all of you. It's my duty to keep you all as happy and loved and sexually satisfied as I possibly can. And in return, you'll do the same for me, and we'll all simply die of joy, together. That means that for the four of you, there is now nothing more important that pleasing me. If you agree, say, 'Yes, Master.'"

All four of them said, "Yes, Master," in unison.

Again, he merely nodded. He felt as if he was some kind of military sergeant inspecting his troops. He didn't know what to do or say next, and just seemed frozen, staring at them. It was taking time for everything to sink in. He felt waves and waves of happiness as he realized that he really could be with these four for the rest of his life. It was nearly too much.

He said, "Okay. Now certainly it must be time for me to go. I say it's time for me to say my good-byes. Then I should go wait with my pack by the curb."

It took a good ten minutes of French kissing and groping before the good-byes were done. Torn between the need to get presentable in case the scouts saw them and the desire to stay naked and frolic, the females put some clothes on, but slowly and reluctantly.

When the good-byes were finally done, he exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, I'm only gonna be gone for the weekend! You'd think I was going away to Europe for a year or something, the way you're all carrying on!" He was exasperated but very pleased with all the affection and love.

Susan said, "Believe me, I'm extremely aware that you'll be coming back soon, though not soon enough! I'll be waiting for you. In case it isn't completely, 100% clear, I'll be waiting on my bed with my legs spread wide open." She grabbed him by the chin to ensure that she had his full and undivided attention. "I expect you to finally fuck my brains out. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a bowed head as if he was being chewed out, but he was just playing.

Susan roughly grabbed him and began kissing him all over again. "I love you, Tiger. You know that. I'll be counting the hours!"

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I hope you're ready the minute I get home on Sunday night."

"Oh I will be, you can be sure of that," she said confidently.

Alan suddenly changed the topic. "So, Mom, you're not mad at me and Sis for lying about fucking? I feel bad about sneaking around your back."

"Of course I'm mad at you. If we're going to make this unusual family work, we have to have complete honesty and trust. There have been too many schemes and scares, but no more, okay?"

"Okay," said a chastised Alan.

She beamed a wicked smile. "From now on, the only time you're going to be going around my back is when you're stuffing your huge, throbbing penis up my asshole or taking me doggy style. I already have some ideas on how the two of you can make it up to me."

He pretended confusion. "Hmm. Could one of those ways have something to do with this spot?"

She was sitting next to him on a couch, and he grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her knees were at her chest. Then he grabbed at her crotch and poked through her panties with his finger. "Panties," he said, and chuckled. Susan had partially dressed and stood in her underwear, but the very notion of Susan wearing underwear now seemed laughable.

Susan grabbed his finger as it was pulling away, and ground it back into her hole. With her other hand she tried to pull her panties off. She said, "Tiger, I love how you just toss my legs around like I'm some kind of fuck toy." As if the idea just dawned on her, her face lit up and she exclaimed, "That's what I am! Your fuck toy! Oh, that makes me so hot! Master, order your slave how best to please you! "

She gave up trying to remove her panties for the moment and grabbed him instead with both hands. Leaning in inches from his face, she said excitedly, &