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Copyright c 1998 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely
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Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.
Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg)
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC OR
DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE
LOVERS.
AUTHOR: C.D.E.
STORY TITLE: ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
ABSTRACT: A man's beautiful wife is accident prone, but it's rather
humorous how she also ends up becoming accidentally pregnant each
time she accidentally trips, slips, or falls downs.
It seems no matter how much she tries to avoid them, my
lovely voluptuous blond wife, Dot, is accident prone. She
keeps having accidental falls or body collisions with
people. If it's not in our bathroom, it's at the
supermarket. She's also had a fall at a furniture store.
These accidents started occurring not long after we
were married 12 years ago.
CHAPTER 1: THE EARLY DAYS: AT THE UNIVERSITY
Dot was the dream I never thought I could even get a
date with, much less end up marrying. She was very popular
with the guys on our college campus, but she said she liked
my innocence and optimistic outlook on life. I always
looked for the good in people, not the negative. She and I
became an item around campus. I soon became her steady
boyfriend. She however, still dated other guys. She
called them her part time boyfriends.
"James, my heart belongs to you, so you don't have to
worry about me being giving it to other fellows when I date
them. You're my soul mate. You're special to me."
Her words meant so much to me. She also told me she
had a weakness for the strong brawny type of men. I on the
other hand was a bantam lightweight and short.
She adored guys on the football teams and other
sports teams, including the local pro teams. Her weakness
was accepting dates with them. She asked for my
understanding. She told me how much it meant to be seen
with these men and quench her thirst to be near them
physically. She admitted after a while, she tired of their
crude, macho shallowness and efforts to treat her as a sex
object. That's why she said it was important for me to be
her steady boyfriend, and them her part timers. She also
said it was important for her to be able to count on me
and my professed love to her. For that reason, she
preferred I didn't date other girls. She wanted to be my
full time steady girl. She let me know that she wouldn't
tolerate me having part time girlfriends.
"Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be
treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I
uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.
You love me don't you? You wouldn't treat me like
something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .
and then tossed away like a empty soda can."
I quickly let her know that I could never treat her
like that. I let her know she meant far too much to me for
that to occur. I knelt and promised my faithfulness to
her.
She and I dated about once or twice every two weeks.
The other time, her part timers took up most of her free
time. She had many, many dates. She was a very popular
girl on campus. There were whispers of many who called her
indecent names. I knew that others were probably jealous
of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top men
on campus. She was always going to some frat party or
another. I later learn she had an open invitation to all
the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a
neighboring college five miles away. Our campus is large.
There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15
frat houses. The other college has over 15,000 students
and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many
of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.
Many times when we would be seen together, people
would look at us and whisper. It did my ego good, knowing
they were probably envious of us.
The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I
after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare
date when she had a free evening from her part time
boyfriends . This was a year after we were going steady.
I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love
sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me
to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except
for the affairs I had with my hands.
I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess
her. She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as
a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me
think. I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for
us to feel good together.
"In due time darling. I do love you very much, but
I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of
me and leave me. That'd break my heart."
I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love
with her. I verbally expressed my love for her in so many
different ways, continually trying to counter every
objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.
I was becoming rather frustrated. My poor prick was beyond
aching. It was burning for release. You see, the short
skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the
skimpy panties she wore were very visible in the moonlit
car. She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we
sat there talking. This luscious sight did little to cool
my sexual adore for her.
However, the unexpected happened. Somewhere in our
talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept
in.
"So that's it? Just because I've occasionally been
too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time
boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"
`I-It'd be n-nice.' I meekly replied.
"You don't know how angry that makes me! I thought
you respected me more than that? Take me home right now!"
The moment was destroyed. I begged for her
forgiveness. I apologized profusely.
"Okay, I accept your apology. But we must agree that
you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our
wedding night to have full sex."
`Full sex?' I asked quizzically.
"Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right
to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but
.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."
I implored her to be open with me. She seemed shy of
telling me. I finally teased it out of her.
"James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me
between my legs with your tongue. I-I guess what I'm
trying to say is that I want you to suck my pussy. There
I've said it."
I was speechless and caught off guard. There was a
moment of silence.
She explained that she always had the idea that the
man that truly loved her would do this for her and
masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal
rights after marriage. She however admitted that she would
still date part timers as well as sex them.
"That's okay. Maybe it's just a fantasy. I guess I
expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream
husband. Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem
interested."
`N-No, that's n-not it. I-I have never done that
before. I-I'd do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know
how." I replied stammering.
"You sweet thing. You're so cute. C'mon here. On
your knees. I'll teach you to love me that way." She said
kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling
her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her
panties off. Soon, I was staring into her moonlight
illuminated cunt. The warm musk scented odor arising was
so intoxicating. With a few cryptic words of guidance I
was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy pussy
meat. Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva
opening. My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.
It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way
with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the
while sucking up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful
pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice. When she
was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of
orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it.
Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick
and jerk it off for her. She giggled and mentioned
something about my prick being the smallest she'd ever
seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were
focused on getting off. I didn't need much urging. I
came just after a few strokes. She encouraged me on. We
had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.
As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more
in love. I knew we were so much closer than before.
Closer than close.
We saw each other more often after that night. More
frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.
She however still dated her part time steadies. Between
dates she'd have me love her with my mouth. About three
months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat
party at the neighboring college five miles away.
She met me out front. It was Three AM.
She French kissed me passionately after getting in the
car. Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but
yet flavorful taste.
"I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear. All the fellows
were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them
when they had me feel their big hard dicks."
`Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'
"Yes, there were only 15 guys . but they were so cute
and so hard up." Her statement almost made me lose control
of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.
About half way there she had me pull over onto a
wooded side road. My heart leaped and was full of
anticipation. I thought maybe she was going to let me
share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed
earlier.
"James darling, it would mean so much to me and our
relationship if you'd love my pussy with your mouth now."
`Y-you m-mean w-with it f-full .'
"Yes, full of their cum. It would show me you're not
insecure about your manhood and that you do really love
me."
I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't
and she did the same why I should.
"Well lets go. You're obviously not the man you claim
you were. I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It
won't be the first time I was wrong about a man. Lets go.
Take me back to the dorm. It's apparent you're going to
let a little cum from a few dicks spoil what we have. If
your love is so shallow just because I let the guys pull a
train on me, it means your love wasn't that deep to start
with."
I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not
giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She
dug in. "You either head your tongue in my pussy or we
head down the highway and never see each other again."
I gave in. I shared her delight from being at the
frat house. I tasted her jism coated cunt. The smell was
somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.
The taste was very creamy and gooey. There was a slight
after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable,
even if a little slimy. I had saved our relationship and
proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't
insecure about my manhood.
She was so loving and grateful for my actions and
promised her love to me. She let me know I was the man she
wanted to marry. I was so elated. It was worth the
aftertaste.
From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me
sucking her juicy gooey pussy after her dates when she'd
been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.
"Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my
pussy to others." Her words stuck in my mind as she
reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we
married, which we'd planned right after graduation.
"Darling you're only one who's sucking my pussy after
I've been sexed. I just wanted you to know that and to let
you know that's very special to me."
There were many rumors being whispered around campus
about Dot and how she put out so easily. However, I was
glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else
sucking her cunt after she'd been sexed. I felt good about
her being true to me in that regard.
CHAPTER 2: WE GOT MARRIED
After getting married, I was finally able to slip my
prick into her hot smoldering cunt. It was so juicy and
warm. I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds. I
was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer
boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through
practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two
minutes.. Her cunt seems to always be hot and juicy. Me
performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our
love making. I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.
Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the
University. We have six kids and live in a nice
neighborhood. I have a good job and the pay is decent. We
are a happy family . However, I'm always worried about my
wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and
having an accident. Not only does she bruise herself each
time, but she often ends up pregnant. You see whenever she
falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a man and
somehow the man's penis gets exposed. So when she falls
down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her
hot juicy cunt and the unfortunate man can't hold back
long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex.
As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny,
but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we
have been trying to make a baby.
I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her cunt
and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her,
but the circumstances are what throws me for a loop.
The first time happened when the plumber was over to
do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.
The floor was damp. She was wearing only a robe. He'd just
finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she
opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor. He tried
to catch her. They both fell and got entangled. She said
she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the
man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.
She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them
selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed
plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her
womb.
I know her cunt was always juicy and well lubricated,
so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.
Luckily neither were seriously hurt. Dot sustained
some bruises. She showed them to me when I came home from
work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand
prints on her shapely rear and her size 38 breasts where
the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of
them.
I consoled her and she told me not to worry. She said
she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the
plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.
"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I
was most fertile then. Remember?"
I assured her I didn't forget. Dot had determined her
most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex,
or jerking off, until then. She was even juicier during
this fertile period. We'd done this for three months
previously and she hadn't got pregnant. We both had been
through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able
to produce kids.
A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot
missed her period. We celebrated. We both never thought
anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.
From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the
biological father was the plumber.
Dot was briefly heart broken. She apologized as well
as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine. However,
she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting
loving mother. I at first raised the issue of putting the
baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way
she held, cuddled and breast fed him, that I indeed was
going to be his daddy.
Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our
new son. I abhorred the idea, but she was insistent. I
caved in. It was so awkward for both of us to have the
real father present. Dot took it real well. I was
embarrassed the whole time, especially when my wife asked
that I take a picture of her, my son and the plumber.
The plumber promised any future work for free and that
he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as
"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see
"my son".
I should've said no, but free plumbing repairs is not
something to give up lightly, even for a little
embarrassment and awkwardness.
About two years later she had another accidental fall.
This time it was at the supermarket. It was in the produce
section. Again there was water on the floor. She started
to slip. The produce manager saw her and ran over to give
her a hand. As he arrived, she reached out for his hand,
missed it and grabbed his the top of his trousers at the
juncture of the belt buckle and zipper. Her pull brought
almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the
man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down. After
his genitals were exposed, he too slipped. Like the
plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually
joined with my wife. As before, before they could untangle
themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her
again unprotected and naked cunt.
Occasionally, my wife gets the urge to wear no
panties. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.
She told me she was so glad that there were no
witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My wife
had the same type handprint bruises on her as before. My
wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn
pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work
apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused.
He offered to write up a store accident report for her
fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed. She said
they both were highly embarrassed.
Again this was during a period when we were trying to
have another child. Again she alleviated my worrying that
the produce manager had impregnated her. I felt better.
After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I
had shot my month's worth of pent up jism into her several
times. I too thought there was nothing to worry about and
soon forgot about the incident and warned my wife to please
try and be more careful.
Nine months later, she had twins. Again, time I saw
them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.
The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't
know about.
Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and
apologized. She appeared devastated. However, after
handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful. She
started breast feeding them both. Her face brightened. I
brought up the issue of adoption. Again as with the birth
of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three
times. Only when I talked about the room decorations for
the twins did she acknowledge I was still there. I knew
this meant we had two more children in our growing family.
As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager
should know about the children.
"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him
know so his feelings won't be hurt." I argued against
this. As I was doing so, the door bell rang.
"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I
went ahead and invited him. I'm sure that's him now. If
you want me to send him away I will. However, I already
let him know he was the biological father." My wife said
with watery eyes.
I was even more upset now, but knew that it was
probably too late to do anything except as she desired.
As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and
embarrassment. Again, I took a photo of my wife and the
produce manager and "our new son and daughter".
The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was
also embarrassed. This made me feel better about things
somewhat. After all, what was done was done. However, I
felt even better about him when he promised us free produce
items every week.
He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits
and vegetables to our home. I suspected he did so to catch
a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries. I had to
admit, we got the highest quality items too.
Life returned to normal around the house. She went
back on the pill as we coped with our growing family. I
was a bit sad that we had three kids and none were mine
biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist,
I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful
father. Both the plumber and the produce manager were
frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.
However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.
"Honey, you know since they both are really like part
time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time
husbands, especially since they are the real fathers, and,
you know, do things for us and the kids?" My wife asked me
one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching
TV news.
`I guess you could say something like that, but it
doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?' I asked with a
puzzled look.
"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part
time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex
with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same
thing for them?"
I couldn't believe what my wife was saying. However,
out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends
came back like a thunderbolt.
`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.' I
replied.
"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know,
by not having sex like we do since we're man and wife."
I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation,
but I assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty
that she was cheating them or that they were being deprived
of something that was rightfully theirs.
"I do feel guilty. I don't care what you say. I'm
feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."
`The right thing?' I replied brashly. My patience was
being stretched on this matter. Couldn't she see I'd been
humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the
men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out
what I was thinking.
"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those
accidents. And here I thought you were a man secure with
your manhood. The one who always looked for the good in
others. You're not the man I married! Y-You're just a
sham!" Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.
Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet
towel. I sat and thought. I went to the bedroom where she
was on the bed crying. I held her and we talked. I
conceded that she was partly correct and she said she
understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the
results of her unfortunate accidents.
"But darling, I love you. My heart will always be
yours. No one can ever take that away from you". She said
to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately. She then told
me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or
trusting her enough to share her pussy with the plumber and
the produce manager. "I'll still be your full time loving
wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I
was worried she was going in that direction with this
discussion.
We talked some more. I wasn't able to alleviate her
of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my
manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids'
real fathers. Knowing she wanted to do something about
this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we
compromised.
I agreed that she could asked the two men if they
wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for
conjugal purposes. If they said yes, I was to go along
with the program. If not, then my wife's guilt would be
relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.
We made really passionate love that night. I was
really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.
But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful
anxiety. What would I do if the two men wanted my wife as
their part time wife for sex?
It was a busy day at work. I was glad. It helped keep
my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before
leaving work, Dot called. "Honey, both of them agreed that
they did feel cheated and feel much better about things
now, especially since I have your permission to give them
some when they want me." I was silent as I let her words
sink in. She went on to tell me that they both had been
there at the same time when she asked them the big
question. They had a threesome. 'I-I see.' Was all I
could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. 'I-I'll
be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'
"Honey please come home first. I want to share their
love with you, you know like we did at the university.
I'd love for us to do that, please? That way I'll know
that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your
manhood or your role as a loving husband."
I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom. Her mom had
the kids in the backyard playing. My wife greeted me with
a wet juicy kiss. Her breath had a musk type smell. I
knew she'd been performing oral sex. After a few loving
pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque
legs. There were cum stains on her inner thighs and her
hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger
odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I
walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here. It had
been a long time, but I was familiar with it all. I busied
myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and
manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and
supported her having sex with other men. Like riding a
bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use
to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen
and her tasty pussy nectar. I could tell by the way Dot
clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly
to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal
pussy eating. In a strange way I was pleased for her and
at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.
After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my
smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.
She was very juicy, warm and looser than normal. I knew
now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I
lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her
but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful
full time wife. She revealed to the two men that they
couldn't lick her pussy after she'd been fucked. That was
reserved for her full time husband-me. Obviously she
considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.
She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my
territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her
with their jism.
`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do
this for you afterwards.' I said in an irritated tone.
"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." She said sensing
my mood. "The topic came about when I mentioned that I'd
plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.
One of them said you were probably going to eat me out. I
didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were,
did they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're
worried about honey. In fact they both seemed happy you
were going to eat their jism. They had big smiles on their
faces."
I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for
them to know I did that.
"You worry too much darling. Besides, they're just
like family. It'll be a family secret. Anyway, they both
seem to think it was right for you to do that. I didn't
detect any sort of disrespect in their voices."
I was speechless at her reply.
At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and
relaxed. My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed
over night. After the kids were put to bed we three
watched the late news.
"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know
now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot. You're
the loving and understanding man she's always needed. A
man who has accepted other men's children as your own and
also continue to share your wife with these same men. And
as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her,
you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.
I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law." My mother-in-
law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across
the face like an oak log. My face was red and flush. I
wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I
sucked my wife's cum filled cunt.
"He's the greatest, mom. I just love him so." My
wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I
told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even
back in our college days. He knows how to use his tongue
and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would
always be his exclusively, no matter how many men he shared
my pussy with." She continued.
"That must why you two are so close and loving. Many
couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in
their marriage."
"You're right mother. I know James loves me, that's
why I didn't care how many guys I had sex with at the
university, he was the only one I'd let suck my pussy out
after I got fucked."
My eyes opened like an owl. Did my wife know what she
was saying sounded like?
"You really made a good catch Dot. It's hard finding
a good sucker." My face was again contorted as I raised up
stiff in the easy chair as I looked at my mother-in-law
not believing my ears.
"She meant pussy sucker dear, nothing more." My wife
interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my
face reflect my misinterpretation of what her mother was
implying.
The conversation drifted back to the news after that,
but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's mother
volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when
their real fathers came over to spend some time with my
wife. "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone
and suck their daddies' cum from Dot's snatch too."
Dot hugged me as we walked to bed. She chuckled at
her mom's wording. I was still uptight, but Dot consoled
me and helped me overlook what was said. I complained
about her telling her mom many intimate details about us.
Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my
forgiveness. As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I
couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd
made a great catch too.
CHAPTER 3: MORE ACCIDENTS
My wife had been accident free for two complete years.
As we started to think about trying to have another child,
I cautioned her against the possibility of her having
another fall or slip and winding up pregnant by some
stranger. Again confident that it wouldn't happen again,
we started making plans to have our own child.
I wanted my wife to cut the plumber and the produce
manager off until she was pregnant. She thought that was
too cruel. They said the same. So in order to keep
everybody happy, it was agreed that they would wear two
condoms. I insisted on this since both the plumber and the
produce manager had rather large cocks, according to my
wife, so I wanted to be sure that if one condom burst, the
other would hold. Reluctantly they agreed.
However, while I was worried about bursting condoms,
fate was again declaring war on us.
Dot had been out looking at furniture, again on an
occasion where she was panty-less. She bumped into a
salesman as they both were coming around a corner. His
suit pants were held up by suspenders, The body collision
caused the suspender latches to open. The man's pants fell
to the floor just as he and my wife got entangled and fell
onto a nearby mattress. Unfortunately he was wearing boxer
shorts that fell with his trousers. As has happened
before, they were briefly coupled, but by the time they
extricated themselves, the damage had been done. She said
it happened so quick that the man's large long penis found
its way into her always slippery wet vagina.
Since they fell of the mattress, bruising was less,
but my wife did sustain handprint marks on her lush tits
from where the salesman tried to catch a hold of something
to stop his fall.
When she called me at work, I scolded her about being
careful and watching where she walked.
Even though I'd again released a month's worth of my
pent up cum into her doing her most fertile period just two
weeks before, I was afraid of her coming up pregnant with a
salesman's baby. I couldn't get over how it was that other
men's cocks seem to home in on my wife's luscious cunt, in
some of the most oddest situations.
Sure enough, a month later, my wife announced she was
pregnant again. I diplomatically, I thought so anyway,
brought up the idea of an abortion. Everyone, including
the plumber and the produce manger, not to mention Dot's
mother, came down on me like a ton of bricks. Even Dot had
the minister come by and talk to me.
After he left, I felt truly selfish and guilt ridden
about what I'd was thinking. I apologized to everyone.
They all accepted.
As Dot became swollen, she looked ever so radiant as a
woman with child. As with previous pregnancies, she always
liked for me to kiss her tummy whenever we kissed and
always in the morning when we awoke and at night before we
went to bed.
Dot continued to have twice weekly sex with the
plumber and the produce manager until sometime in the
seventh month. Dot told me that the doctor prohibited her
from having sexual penetration as well as sucking cocks.
The doctor however approved of me tonguing her to orgasm.
"Darling, I feel sorry for them having to suffer
until I'm well again." She was referring to the plumber and
the produce manager.
I assured her that they would survive and not to worry
about them.
"I hear you, but it just doesn't seem fair. They're so
accustomed to getting off over here at house twice a week.
Er, honey, since you've already tasted their stuff, w-would
you mind doing them . you know, sucking them off for me,
you know take my place until after I deliver."
I gave my wife an incredulous look as I stood their
bewildered.
`I-I can't believe w-what you're asking?' I muttered.
"I know it's a lot sweetie, but since they're so much
larger than you, that means they get more hard up. It'd
only be for a few weeks. If you're concerned about them
telling anyone, we can swear them to secrecy." She
offered.
I questioned why she couldn't bring them to the point
of climax and have them pull out of her mouth, or she could
just spit it out.
"No darling, a proper blow job should be to completion
and swallowed. I see you're still insecure of your
manliness. Well I can see I was fooled again by you. And
here I am carrying your child.."
I assured her I was not insecure, but she persisted.
She turned her back to me and folded her arms. I knew then
that she was serious about this matter. We talked and
argued. We argued. We talked.
Dot's mother heard us. She became an arbitrator.
"James, I'll do my best to take care of them off on
Tuesdays, if you'll give them head on Thursdays." Her mom
offered.
"See honey, mom is willing to take on half the load,
then you'll only have to suck half as much."
I gave them both an incredible look of disbelief.
"James what's the problem? You suck their creamy cum
out of your wife's pussy now. What's the difference if you
suck it straight from their cocks? Oh! I know what it is.
You're one of those guys who's afraid he'll get hooked on
licking dicks if he tries it a few times. I know the type
Dot. Got a short dick . insecure in his manhood . lacks
confidence . is a mama's boy . I understand James. We
don't want to be the cause of you becoming a cocksucker
permanently. I bet if you just had a big dick in his mouth
10 seconds, less much doing it for a few weeks, you'd be a
hopeless fag, probably give up pussy sucking all
together."
`H-How c-can y-you say s-say that. I-I would not!'
"Then prove it to me and your wife that you're not an
insecure with your masculinity. Demonstrate that you can
suck dicks and return to being the husband we hold in high
esteem !" My mom-in-law said boldly.
"Honey, mother does have a point. If you don't, it
would cause us to wonder about you." My wife interjected
with a look of worry on her face.
`W-What! I-I-I `m no faggot!. I-I `m not insecure. Y-
You two know that. I-I-I .Oh what's the use! I'll show
y'all I'm no fag! I'll suck `em and prove I'm every bit
the man I was before.'
"I'm so proud of you darling. I knew you wouldn't let
me down." My wife said as she hugged and kissed me.
My mother-in-law praised my decision but warned that
she'd be monitoring my efforts.
As we kissed, it dawned on me that I'd never sucked a
dick before. When I told my wife, she said not to worry.
She had a black dildo in her room and gave me pointers
using it. It was so anatomically realistic.
CHAPTER 4: OUR FOURTH CHILD
I waited in the delivery room full of anxiety and
fear. I was hoping I was wrong about the foreboding
feeling I was having. The moment of truth came. I think
could see it in the nurse's face as she showed me back to
my wife and our new baby girl. As I open the blanket to
take a peek, again I knew fate had won. This was the
furniture salesman's daughter.
The routine was very familiar. My wife expressed
remorse but soon became the doting mother after having me
hold the baby. I knew there was nothing to say or do but
support my wife and prepare for what was to follow.
A week after she was home, I met the furniture
salesman. Again I took what has almost become the
obligatory portrait of my wife, the furniture salesman, and
our new daughter.
I resisted him gaining part time husband status, but
this time, it was put to a vote. My wife set up the
scheme. Since I was the full time husband, I had two
votes. Each of the existing part time husbands,- the
plumber and the produce manager- each had one vote. Her mom
had one vote also. My wife was to be the tie breaker, if
required.
The furniture salesman pleaded his case and said he
felt obligated to provide us with a huge discount on any of
our furniture needs and promised to pay for the new baby's
furniture. I almost voted for him on that accord, but on
principle I voted against him. The plumber and the produce
manager voted for his acceptance. Her mom abstained, saying
we five should work this out. My wife broke the tie. A
split second later, I had three part time husbands to
compete with for my wife's attention. She called them my
"husbands-in-law".
My wife consoled me. We now had two boys and two
girls in our family. I told her that I was willing to give
up trying for another child. I told her that since our
current children were all black, - OH THAT'S RIGHT! I
FORGOT TO MENTION TO YOU READERS THAT ALL MY HUSBANDS-IN-
LAW WERE BLACK - being white he or she would probably have
a tough time anyway with his older siblings.
"I hadn't thought of it that way. But you do have a
point darling." Spoke Dot as she kissed me and agreed that
it was ok with her for us to not try to have another child.
CHAPTER 4: A YEAR LATER SHE WANTS TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY
"James, you said between you and me. He wants a son.
He and I would have a baby, not you and I. I think it's
only fair we put it to a group vote among the other
husbands-in-laws." My wife spoke to me of the furniture
salesman's desire to have a son to go along with the
daughter she'd had for him (our fourth child) -
accidentally.
The furniture salesman pleaded his case and I mine
before the panel, which consisted of my wife, the three
part time husbands and Dot's mother. I was outvoted four
to one, including the vote of my mom-in-law. Dot didn't
vote since their was no tie vote to break.
This time, to ensure my wife only got pregnant from
the furniture salesman, I and my husbands-in-law were
relegated to condoms until my wife was officially pregnant.
However, she clearly let me know that she expected me to
provide uninterrupted tongue douching of her jism filled
pussy.
I warned the furniture salesman of my wife's accident
prone nature. He thanked me but said he'd risk it. What
risk was he talking about? Either way I'd end up
responsible for the baby.
My wife went off the pill. The funny thing is that
she didn't have the salesman save up his cum until her
fertile time of the month came around. They screwed
whenever.
I inquired about this departure from the methodology
she and I had used.
"Darling, please don't take this the wrong way, but
he's always shoots a lot of thick cum every time we make
love. You suck his stuff out of me. You ought to know he
always shoots quite a load doesn't he?"
I had to admit he did.
"Well honey, that's the difference between you and he.
You had to save yours up for a month to do what he does all
the time. Therefore I really don't think it's necessarily
to have him wait until my most fertile time of the month
as with you. The slightest chance of me getting pregnant
will be sufficient for his virile wads."
`Oh, I see.' I replied. `But I noticed he didn't
have sex at all with you at all last week when you were at
your most fertile time.'
"I know darling. He doesn't like doing me when I'm on
my period. It was nice because it sort of gave my pussy a
rest from all y'all including your sweet tongue dear. He
said that he'd take his chances getting me impregnated
other than doing that time of the month."
My curiosity satisfied, I chuckled at the salesman
for missing my wife's most fertile time. She reasoned that
even though messy, her pussy was just like a fertile field
full of fertilizer waiting for me to plant my seed in her
doing her menstrual period. It was a little messy on the
bed clothes but what she told me made sense, even though I
was never a farmer. However, I thought it didn't matter.
I was confident she wouldn't get pregnant by him and that
the furniture salesman would fall victim to her accident
prone nature the same as I repeatedly had.
CHAPTER 5: SURPRISE! NO ACCIDENT
To my utter surprise, my wife was pregnant within
three months after going off the pill. Amazingly, she
didn't have an accident either.
Everyone was jubilant except me. The furniture
salesman was smug and proud.
My wife was in her sixth month as we sat one evening
watching TV. She reminded me of how I helped her out with
her previous pregnancy and that she expected the same this
time.
`Dot, I caved in and did as you wanted for the plumber
and the produce manager, but I won't suck their dicks or
that of the furniture salesman this time while you're in
the 7th through 9th months of pregnancy. No way!'
"What's the matter honey, feeling insecure about your
manhood again?" My wife replied in a non-chalant manner as
she read a magazine.
`Stop that Dot!' I said emphatically. `How many times
do I have to prove to you and your mother that I'm not
insecure about my masculinity? How many cocks do I have to
suck to prove it?' I shouted.
"You're getting upset aren't you dear? If you weren't
insecure you wouldn't get so emotional." She replied
calmly.
`Dot, I-I didn't mean to yell . i-it's just that I-I
feel so down trodden at times. It seems that fate has
worked against me at every turn in our marriage. It seems
that nothing has worked out the way I planned it.
"I understand darling. That has happened to both of
us. That's the way life is sometimes. However, we are both
very much in love with each other and have four wonderful
children. You're a wonderful father for them also. I
couldn't ask for a more loving and devoted father and
husband. You still love me don't you?"
`Of course I do sweetheart. It's just that it's
trying at times to not only cope with not being the
biological father, but having the real fathers around, as
well as them having sex with you all the time. The worse
part is knowing they do it better for you than I-I ever
could.'
"Just think of them as being good at putting cum in
me, but nobody can do a better job than you at getting it
out. Honey it's so sexy to sit on your face and feel their
big cum globs get sucked out and slide from the back of my
pussy in your upturn mouth as I ride your face. That
really lets me know you're so macho and secure in your
manhood. I just love it knowing you're eating their fuck
juices from my pussy and knowing that you're only
interested in pleasing me because of your love for me and
not worrying about something silly as what society calls
manly pride. Your husbands-in-law are the insecure ones in
that regard. You're not. Remember dear, it takes more of a
man to clean up a mess than to make it. And you really
know how to clean up my pussy after others have made their
mess in it. I love you for what you do for me dear."
At that moment, my wife shuddered.
"The baby is kicking darling. Here feel it." Dot
said gleefully as she placed my hand over her distended
tight skin abdomen. The tiny but strong tremors were quite
evident.
"I love you so much darling. You can handle me having
other men's babies and raising them as our own. It takes a
very special man to do that." My wife said before placing
a juicy kiss on my mouth as she held my hand on her belly.
The unexpected sensuous kiss calmed me and reminded
just how much I loved this woman.
"Darling, don't you worry. I'm not going to press you
further about taking care of our husband-in-laws throbbing
cocks while I'm unavailable. I guess mother will have to
carry the whole load. And this time she has three big
stiff ones to handle versus two before. I'm sure she'll
understand your reasons. You're special to her too. She
thinks highly of you . but you know that anyway."
`Dot I know your game. You're trying to make me feel
guilty aren't you?' I replied smiling.
"No honey, just laying out the facts. The fellows will
really miss you sucking their dicks. They actually think
you suck better than me or mother. They really respect you
getting on your knees and being a surrogate pussy mouth for
their hard-ons. They have nothing but respect for you
darling. I can't tell you how many times they've all said
they wished they loved a woman enough to do what you do for
me. In fact, they talked about asking you to suck them off
when it's my time of the month, but I told them you
probably wouldn't accommodate them. They all changed their
minds, but they still might want you to do it for them when
I'm not pregnant."
`T-They w-will?'
"Yes. So you know they are counting on fucking your
face starting next month."
My wife let me know that the furniture salesman had
been told of my cocksucking role by the other two husbands-
in-laws. She let me know that he was as excited at being
sucked off by me as they were.
"Honey can't you tell they adore you sucking their
dicks? Have they ever shown any disrespect? I bet not.
Sure they might say something like "suck my dick sissy" or
"Swallow my jism faggot." But that's just macho talk
saying they enjoy what you're doing for them. They don't
have any other way to say they appreciate you blowing their
big dicks. And I bet they only say things like that when
they're about to shoot off. Am I right?"
`H-How did you know? T-They told you didn't they?'
"They may have mentioned something about it. But
honey, not once did they talk about you in a disrespectful
manner. I know you don't believe it, but the three of you
have built a strong bond. And it would be so unfair of you
to not treat the newest member of the group as you have the
other part time husbands. You know, including him in the
bonding that you've done with the others."
I pondered what my wife said. For I did sense their
was some sort of strange bond being built up among the
first two husbands-in-laws and myself. I guess it's hard
not to have some kind of bond After having sucked the guys'
big black cocks for two months. And yes, there did seem to
be a better rapport between the three of us as a result of
my oral efforts. I could see logic in what my wife was
saying.
"And honey, believe me, I can tell you the guys don't
just let anybody suck their dicks and swallow their jism."
"She's right James. None of `em would let a prissy
fag suck their fine tools. But a fine husband like you,
who's devoted to his wife, and wants to share her
experiences, and doesn't mind sharing her, they'd let you
mouth their big rods. They hold you in high esteem dear."
Interjected Dot's mom as she walked in the room picking up
on the conversation.
We three talked well into the night. Finally the two
women convinced me that I should again become a "pussy
mouth" for a couple of months. Three reasons for doing so
were: 1: It would be unfair to the furniture salesman if I
didn't treat him the same as I'd done my other husbands-in-
laws; 2: It would build a rapport with the furniture
salesman and maintain the excellent rapport I had with the
first two part time husbands; 3: It would erase any
lingering doubts of my wife and mom-in-law that I was
afraid of becoming gay if I occasionally sucked dicks.
Therefore to finally put the last matter to rest, I boldly
let them know I'd suck dicks on demand whenever the men had
an urge for me to swing on their rigid rods.
"James that's so macho and courageous. Like I said,
my daughter made a good catch. You're a fine husband to my
dear girl. She couldn't have done better."
"Mother is so right darling. You're the best thing
that could happen to a girl. I'm so lucky to have you as
my husband." My wife added as I notice the sparkle in both
women's eyes. I could sense that I had managed to place
myself in even higher esteem with them by my bold
initiative.
CHAPTER 6: ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY
The furniture salesman got his wish. Dot had a
healthy 6 pound son for him and us.
To my surprise, my three husbands-in-law used me far
more that I thought they would while my wife was in her
last trimester of pregnancy. Even with my mom-in-law
helping out, it seems the three black men required far more
sexual attention than she or I had anticipated. It seemed
like my mouth was constantly filled with stiff black meat
and it seemed like I was swallowing pints of hot thick
creamy spunk every week.
Even with my wife back in operation, the fellows still
had a healthy appetite that kept all three of us - i.e.,
me, my wife and her mom - busy taking their dicks and their
copious loads of spewing sperm.
To make matters worse, the brother of the produce
manager came into the picture. The produce manager sent
his brother to fill in for him a couple of times while the
produce manager was away on business. I objected, but was
over ruled by the other husbands-in-law and my wife's mom.
However, the brother wanted to become a part of our odd
circle after his brother, the produce manager resumed his
regular visits.
Again I objected, and to my utter surprise, so did my
wife.
"James I agree with you. I agreed with him filling in.
But the only way he can stay is to become a husband like
the rest of you. Otherwise, I'd be committing adultery and
cheating on y'all. I can't do that. So For him to be a
husband, he has to be either married to me like you
darling, or get me pregnant. Since I'm already married to
you James honey, the only other option is for him to want
me to have his child to add to our family."
I was flabbergasted at her statement. However, the
produce manager's brother readily agreed that he'd like to
"knock her up". I was so speechless that I had to sit down
while the others voted me in another husband-in-law.
A year later, we had our sixth child, another girl.
Again while in her 7th through 9th months, my mom-in-law
and I had to contend with providing sexual relief for four
horny men versus three as before. As before, it was a very
"filling" job for me.
Oh well, the produce manager's brother is a butcher,
so we get the best cuts of meats for free.
All in all, I guess I can't really complain too much.
I don't get to have straight intercourse with my wife as
much as my four husbands-in-laws. Besides having stretched
her cunt too much for her to get any significant pleasure
from my so small member, they keep her busy and satisfied
with their much bigger tools, and well filled with their
thick cum. I on the other hand am busy proving I'm the
better man by cleaning up the mess they constantly make in
her hot bushy juicy pussy.
Beside fulfilling my own sexual needs by pulling
myself off occasionally, my mom-in-law has found joy in
performing sixty-nine with me after she's been fucked by my
black husband-in-laws and friends of theirs.
However, we have some real nice furniture. We get the
best produce every week. I love grilling those tender T-
bones steaks and other cuts we get all the time, and I
never have to worry about plumbing repairs.
THE END
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SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
This work is copyrighted to Spacer X © 2004 with all rights reserved.
This is part of a longer e-novel. It's highly recommended that you start at the beginning in order to understand the characters and previous events.
These are illustrated stories. If for some reason a picture doesn't open you may need to refresh the page or right click on a particular picture to open it.
CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Oct. 26)
Alan slept in on Saturday morning. When he finally woke up he went down to the kitchen for breakfast, but everyone was gone. He was a bit spoiled in that he expected his mother to always cook for him, even breakfast, so he went to find her.
She was in her bedroom, where she had just shaved her legs and was only wearing a towel. Nonetheless, she said, "Come in."
Alan was a bit surprised but not too surprised by her scanty garb. It seemed that half the time he'd seen her around the house in the past couple of days, she was wearing nothing but a towel. But this one was smaller than the rest: wrapped around her, it just barely managed to cover up her nipples and her bush, and there was barely an inch to spare on either top or bottom.
She sat on the edge of her bed with her razor, seemingly not bothered by his presence. "What is it, Tiger?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just feeling a bit hungry is all."
"Let me help you with that. I'll cook you some nice pancakes. Would you like that? Or would you prefer French toast?"
"French toast sounds good."
Susan found the idea of breakfast startlingly arousing, because it reminded her of her wild wet dream from the day before. A large part of her mind wanted to make that dream world a reality and right away, but her more prudent side held back. "Okay. ... Um, before you go, Son, I have a question."
"Shoot." Alan tried to appear casual but in fact he had his hands folded together in front of his crotch to block the view of a raging, throbbing boner brought on by the sight of his mother.
"Tiger, I'm a bit concerned about your... you know. Reaching your daily target. I know how tortured you must be lately; Suzanne and I have been talking about it a lot. I'm concerned that without getting a lot of help, uh, manual help from others, your member may be getting, you know, uh, worn out a little."
"Yeah, you could say that." If Alan was hard before, he was doubly so now.
"That's why I thought it would be a good idea to give you this." Susan stood up to get something, but as she stood, the towel fell completely off of her body. She grabbed it as it fell, and pulled it back towards her.
Alan lurched forward to try to help with the towel, but as he did so his penis sprang out from under his shorts and bounced forward. It didn't just peek out of the shorts partly or a little bit - it came out completely and nearly carried his balls out with it.
Susan pulled the towel up to her chest, which effectively covered her crotch, but she just held it with one hand over her cleavage and left almost all of her tits still uncovered. She stared down in horror at Alan's manhood.
He quickly covered it up with both hands. Then, belatedly, he stuffed it back into his shorts as his mother watched intently.
"Um, sorry about that," he finally said.
"No, it's my fault. Never mind! It's nothing you and I haven't seen before, ha-ha."
The laughter was a bit forced, and Alan forced himself to laugh back. But it mostly defused the situation.
He asked, "Do you remember the other day when I was in your room and you didn't even have a towel?"
Susan nodded. Without consciously realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together while reveling in the now pleasant and arousing memory. But she said, "Let's not even think about that, Tiger. Remember: that's in the past. Ancient history."
Alan nodded, though he wondered why she still held the towel with only one hand and barely covered her nudity with it at all. He didn't really believe her "ancient history" line.
"Anyway, I was about to give you something. Since I'm a bit indisposed, can you get it for me? It's a jar I've put in the drawer with all my bras." She turned sideways and pointed towards her clothes cabinet, which allowed Alan a great side view of her - not exactly of her ass, but certainly her shapely hips and incredibly toned, long legs.
Alan reluctantly tore his eyes away and followed her outstretched arm pointing towards the cabinet. He walked over and opened up the drawer where he knew she kept her underwear.
"That's the one," she said calmly.
He opened the drawer she'd indicated and found a jar there. He picked it up and looked at the label. It read, "KY Lubricating Jelly."
He turned back towards her.
She still held the towel in such a way that he could see nearly all of her tits. "Tiger, you don't use any lubricant when you do your thing, so I'm concerned about, you know, damage. But it'll be better if you use that."
He was genuinely doubtful. He'd masturbated a certain way for a long time and wasn't keen on changing. "I don't know, Mom. This stuff looks really weird."
"It's not weird." She walked towards him until she stood right next to him. She held the jar with her free hand, so both of them now held it. She opened it up and the lid came off easily; it was clear it had been opened already. "Look. It's cherry flavored. It feels good and it tastes really nice. Try it. You'll get used to it."
"How do you know what it tastes like? And why should I care about the taste?"
She blushed. "The taste is, uh, in case a nice young lady wants to help you out with her mouth. ... But please, let's not discuss this. This is very embarrassing, especially with the way I'm dressed. Or not dressed!" She coughed nervously. "It's a good thing your father is off playing golf."
Alan had totally forgotten about Ron. The mere mention of him freaked him out.
Suddenly Alan wanted to be out of the room, and fast. He grabbed the jar with both hands, and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so sweet and thoughtful. I'll uh, I'll try this out later." He left the room, his head swimming as he pondered her conflicting signals.
When he'd gone, Susan thought, Oh, poo! I was so close. Why didn't he ask me to try it out? That would have given me a perfectly legitimate reason to suck him off. But maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's a sign that I have to persevere and hold out until Ron is gone. Ron IS my husband. In theory, I should be thinking about sexually pleasing him. ... In theory.
Damn!
CHAPTER 2
Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean not long after that. He looked forward to many restful hours free of sexual excitement, not counting the potential ogling of all the beautiful babes on the beach.
The blandly named White Sands Beach was the closest beach to the high school, and since the way there was not well marked it was virtually unknown to tourists. As a result, it was "the" place to see and be seen by kids in the school (Glory, who definitely did not want to be seen by the school crowd, never surfed there).
Alan had never spent time at that beach before because he had no desire to take part in climbing the school's social ladder. But with his newfound confidence brought on by his recent sexual triumphs, he decided that there was no reason why he should be forced to hide from the beach either, since it was the closest and one of the nicest beaches in the area. Peter and Sean weren't keen on going to White Sands because of its reputation, but Alan talked them into it.
Heather absolutely loved her position as the reigning social queen of the school. So when she wasn't busy lording over her "subjects" during the school week, she spent most of her free days at White Sands Beach lording over largely the same bunch of people there.
She also loved flaunting her perfect body, so she relished the many opportunities to wear scandalously small bikinis to show everyone just how hot she was. She reveled in her ability to turn heads just by strutting her stuff.
Since Heather liked to walk up and down the beach to patrol her turf and flaunt her body, it was inevitable that she would eventually come across Alan, Peter, and Sean.
Although the three of them were socially labeled as nerds, they didn't physically look that far out of place at the beach. It was true that Peter was quite short and chubby and didn't really fit in with the "beautiful people" who liked to show off at the beach. But Alan and Sean were muscular, thanks to their love of playing tennis and other sports, and handsome too. All three of the boys were also sufficiently tanned, and didn't have embarrassing "farmer's tan" lines, due to spending time in their own backyard swimming pools.
Heather was walking along the water's edge with Simone, her best friend and sort of "right hand man" in most everything she did (except cheerleading - Simone was too involved in school sports to be on the squad).
Simone happened to be ethnically black, but culturally she'd been raised in a very "white bread" upper class environment as one of Heather's close neighbors. Simone was nearly as beautiful as Heather and similarly physically endowed. That was one reason why they were best friends. Both were bisexual and occasional sex partners with each other, but that wasn't the main attraction between them, since both preferred guys and both had a series of boyfriends and other male lovers.
Mainly, they were close because they had known each other since they were little kids and Simone had learned over the years just how to carefully handle Heather. She was just about the only person able to criticize Heather without pissing her off too much.
While Heather liked to be surrounded with toadies and "yes men" types, there was something ultimately more satisfying about being friends with someone who could share their honest opinion. Her ego couldn't stand too much of it, but having one bold and fairly independent friend was good for her.
So it wasn't at all surprising that Simone and Heather were walking along the beach together, surveying the crowd like the beach's queen and her chief minister.
It always delighted Heather to hear conversations quiet down and to see heads turn towards her as she strolled along the water's edge. The effect was almost like the bow wave of a ship unsettling the waters as it passed by. She loved the feeling of most every eye, male and female, silently roaming over and caressing every inch of her body in unspoken lustful desire or jealousy.
But she loved even more what happened in the wake of her passing. For instance, the low buzz of hushed whispers, talking about her. Or the grunt and crash of a guy walking into something and falling over because he'd been so distracted by her that he wasn't watching where he was going. Sweetest of all to her ears was the sound of a sharp smack by a bitterly envious girl slapping her boyfriend's face to try and get him to stop gawking at Heather's magnificent ass as it swayed its way into the distance.
Heather gloated to herself as she walked, Gaze upon perfection, o ye puny mortals, for I am a goddess made flesh. All who look upon me shall love me and despair. She had no idea where she'd heard that bit of poetry, but she felt as if it was written just for her. She smiled with the confidence of someone sitting on top of the world.
Then Heather's eye caught sight of Alan, Sean, and Peter. She knew the usual crowd at the beach by sight, if not always by name, but at first these three were not familiar to her. She frowned at the sight of chubby Peter "spoiling" her beach, but she was mainly interested in Alan. There was something about him, something that tugged at her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.
"Hey," she said to Simone, "see those guys over there? Aren't they nerds?"
Simone replied, "You could say that." She wasn't as arrogant as Heather or as hung up on the school's social hierarchy. Perhaps because she was from an ethnic minority, she had more sympathy to other minorities and out groups, even though she sat at the top of the school's elite next to Heather. But, more often than not, she played along with Heather's conceits since Heather could only tolerate so much disagreement, even from her best friend.
Heather frowned. "What are those losers doing on MY beach? I think we should have a little talk and show them what's what." She was a long ways away from them still, but began to move directly towards them.
"Heather, it's a public beach. It's not a crime for them to be here."
Heather pointed at Sean and Alan. "Okay, maybe not those two. They pass." Then she pointed at Peter. "But that tub of lard? No way."
Simone rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking her way. She did that a lot. She knew when it was pointless to disagree with her.
As they got a bit closer, but were still out of earshot, Heather pointed in Alan's direction. "That one. The tall guy. He looks familiar."
"He should. He was in fourth period with us last year. In fact, he sat kitty corner to you. And he was in a class with you the year before that. In fact, you've been classmates with all three of those guys from time to time since the start of junior high. Are you saying you don't know his name?"
Heather sniffed contemptuously. "Should I?"
Simone rolled her eyes again. "Well, aside from having only seen him a couple thousand times at school already, there's the fact that he's Katherine's older brother." She added sarcastically, "You DO know Katherine, your fellow cheerleader, don't you?" Simone had a good sense of humor but her jokes were often to herself since Heather frequently failed to pick up on her sarcasm and irony.
Heather replied testily, "Don't mock me." But then she said more thoughtfully, "Hmm. Katherine's older brother?" Something clicked for her as she remembered that he was the one who had been painting the pretend panties for some of the cheerleaders in the last week. That was certainly an intriguing fact for her and it put him a whole different category of importance in her mind. She clicked her fingers. "Alan. That's his name. Katherine was just talking about him the other day, promising that he could be trusted with the painting job. Definite nerd. He doesn't LOOK like a nerd, though. I wonder what's up with that."
Simone confirmed, "Yes. Alan. And the guy on the right is Sean. The 'tub of lard' as you call him on the left is Peter. The three of them are good friends, as you can see."
As the two girls talked, they continued to get closer to where Alan and his friends were sitting. Heather had plans to tell them off in no uncertain terms so that Peter at least would leave the beach and never come back. She assumed that if one went, the others would follow, which was perfectly fine with her.
But now that she realized Alan was Katherine's brother and the painter of cheerleaders' panties, it put things in a very different light. She realized that if he continued in his painter role, it was theoretically possible that he could even end up painting her own privates one day. The thought of having her pussy and ass fondled by a nerd was unsettling and broke all of her social rules. She didn't know what to do with his group exactly, now.
But it was too late to turn back. She had been bee-lining towards them and even pointing at them, so she had to say something.
CHAPTER 3
She walked right up to Alan and then she and Simone stopped and looked down. "Hi there. Alan. ... And... friends." She'd already forgotten the names Simone had just mentioned since the other two mattered so little to her.
Alan, Sean, and Peter all stood up. Inwardly, the three of them were reacting in different ways to this unexpected encounter from the high and mighty Heather and her well-known sidekick.
Sean's reaction was the strongest. He'd had a profound crush on Heather for ages. Alan and Peter had crushes on her too, as did just about every other male in the school at some time or another. Not only was she a drop dead gorgeous buxom, tanned, blue eyed, blonde haired cheerleader "babe", but she had a stunning presence as well. Heather radiated charisma and confidence while still being able to project a sense of innocence and sweetness (when it amused her to do so).
So Sean was absolutely staggered to be standing this close to her. He had loved her from afar though, which meant he had no idea just what a bitch she was when experienced up close.
Peter was also gob smacked into silence, but his reaction was a bit different from Sean's. He wasn't as reverential of Heather, probably because he knew more about her bitchy side than Sean did. He also was more worried than Sean, since his greater knowledge made him painfully aware that his chubby appearance could be an easy target for Heather's sharp tongue.
Alan was confused. He'd had fantasies about having sex with Heather from time to time, but he'd never had a deep crush on her since he'd been much more focused on Christine and Glory. As a result, he wasn't as awed by her as the other two were. Furthermore, his confidence was soaring now that he'd started to have a real and vibrant sex life.
But on the other hand, this was Heather he was facing, and old habits die hard. He found himself fairly intimidated by her despite his strong determination not to feel that way. The fact that she (and Simone) wore reflective sunglasses made it more daunting for him to talk to them.
Additionally, as good as Heather and Simone looked from afar, they looked even better standing in bikinis only a few feet away. Heather wore a dark red bikini that stood out against her lighter skin while Simone wore a light orange bikini that stood out against her darker skin. They were the hottest of the hot and the coolest of the cool, and they knew it.
The way their hard bodies were oiled up with suntan lotion was almost too much for Alan to take. His hormones were getting the best of him and making it hard for him to think. He found himself with a tremendous boner protruding outwards from the middle of his bathing suit without fully realizing what he was showing.
Still, one thing Alan had learned from recent weeks was that it was good to roll with the punches and try to act like you know what's going on, even when you don't. So he did his best to mask his confusion and intimidation, and tried to at least say something sensible.
"Hey Heather. Hi, Simone. How you doing?" was all he could manage, but at least it came out sounding casual. Despite all the classes they'd shared over the years, this was the first time he'd spoken to Heather or Simone directly.
Heather was mildly pleased by that. She found that when she deigned to talk to her social inferiors, the great mass of nearly the entire student population that she'd derisively nicknamed "the lower life forms," they were often too tongue-tied to even talk to her. That went double whenever she was forced to talk to those she labeled as nerds.
She looked at Sean and Peter and saw they were hopelessly fawning already, therefore confirming that they were not worth talking to or seriously contemplating. She returned her focus to Alan, whom she identified as the closest thing their group had to a leader. "Hey. What are you doing here? I can't say I've seen you at this beach before."
Heather's tone had been a bit accusatory, but Alan deliberately ignored that. "Just enjoying the rays. Same as you. Hey, say hi to my sister when you see her. I've heard the squad has had an interesting week."
Heather wasn't sure how to respond to that obvious yet carefully veiled reference to the panty painting. Was he threatening to say something about it in public? She highly doubted it, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't get a good read on him since she didn't associate with his type.
She looked at Sean with disdain and then at Peter with even more contemptuous loathing. Seeing them again renewed her desire to kick the lot of them off the beach. She said to all three with blatant derision, "Hey, shouldn't you guys be at home watching a Star Trek TV marathon or something?"
Alan smiled. "Very cute. Nah. That was last week. It's a Brady Bunch marathon this week, so we're forced to go to the beach."
Heather looked at Alan curiously. The more she talked to him, the less she understood his attitude. He took my attempt to cut them down as a friendly joke and joked back with self-deprecating good humor. Nerds don't do that. They stammer and gawk like the total losers that they are. But this guy seems more or less at ease. He even looks me in the eyes instead of staring at my chest.
Her eyes drifted down as she continued to examine him from head to toe. She noticed what seemed to be quite a large bulge in his bathing suit. Whoa! What do we have here?
She was going to tell the three of them they didn't belong at the beach in no uncertain terms, but decided instead to regroup and discuss things with Simone. She walked away with a hard, condescending look aimed in Alan's direction. At the last second, she said, "Well, next time, don't force yourself so hard." She was disappointed because that was pretty weak compared to her usual cutting jibes. But she was slightly thrown off her usual game.
Peter and Sean were blown away by the whole encounter. They sat back down on the sand as if felled by Hurricane Heather. They missed her contempt for them with the blissful obliviousness of teens in lust or love.
Alan, though, remained standing and staring at Heather, admiring the sinuous curves of her muscular back and thighs as she walked about ten feet away and then stopped. To his great surprise, he could hear every word as Heather and Simone remained there, looked out at the ocean waves, and began to talk to each other as if they were the only ones on the beach.
"Well, that was odd," Heather commented. "That Alan is one strange guy. What do you think his deal is?"
"What do you mean?" Simone asked.
"Well, he's a nerd. He reeks of it. I remember now that we only shared the occasional class 'cos he's in the gifted track. And he was always answering the teacher's questions like some kind of know it all. Serious grade A teacher's pet nerd. But he doesn't exactly act like one out here on the beach. And he certainly doesn't LOOK like one. He's practically handsome, even. Why on Earth would a handsome guy want to be a nerd?"
Simone rolled her eyes again. Since she paid more attention to the "lower life forms" than Heather did, she knew a lot more about Alan, even though she'd never spoken to him face to face. She thought, He seems like a nice guy, but it is true he fits the classic nerd stereotype. Unfortunately, he sits at one of the "nerd tables" during lunch and talks about hopelessly geeky things with his geeky friends all day long, so he can't be excused as a misunderstood smart jock or something like that. Too bad.
But she also felt some sympathy for him, so she said, "Heather, he's a very smart guy. One of the top students in the school, I hear. And he plays sports, so he's got a body. Is there anything wrong with trying to use your brain if you've got one? Personally, I think he's a nice guy so I hope you don't put him on your shit list."
Heather appeared contemplative. "Nah. He's not even enough of a somebody to merit placement on the shit list. But it's weird. And did you see his package? He's packing some serious beef! I mean, that's just wrong. It's criminal for a nerd to have a body like that. It's like a waste of resources to have a dick like that used for nothing but masturbating to doctored photos of Star Trek actresses. God, nerds are pathetic!"
Simone laughed. "'A waste of resources'? Why Heather, I never realized you were a concerned environmentalist."
Heather laughed too. Simone's sense of humor was one of the main reasons she tolerated Simone's dissents as often as she did. "Funny. Very funny. Heather Morgan, the tree hugger. But still. I wonder what it would be like to do it with a completely clueless virgin like him. That might be ... amusing."
"Heather! You're not planning on seducing him, are you? I'm shocked. That's so unlike you." Simone moved her hand, casually resting it on Heather's nearest ass cheek.
"Me? Ha! You kidding? No WAY. I mean, a nerd's a nerd. I don't care if he is packing a good eight thick inches or more, judging from that bulge of his. I'll bet he doesn't even have a clue about the basics of hygiene. And he'd be just like all the other low lifes who think they love me."
She mocked in a weak and swooning male voice, "'Heather! Oh Heather! You let me touch you! Did I tell you that I've loved you since forever? I'm sorry I shot off so soon but I'm just so excited!'" She snorted disgustedly. "Puh-lease! A guy like that isn't even worthy of doing my homework."
"So what are you thinking so intently about, then?" Simone asked. When Heather didn't respond, Simone nudged her. "C'mon, I know that look. Spill."
Alan noticed that Simone also prodded Heather by squeezing her ass cheek where her hand still lay. Despite the harsh words, his penis was as hard as it could get as fantasies of Simone and Heather naked together drifted through his head.
"I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about the whole painting thing. You know all about what he's doing with that, don't you?" Heather had kept Simone reasonably informed about the cheerleader panty painting, so she knew Simone would understand that oblique reference to it.
"I knew Katherine had a brother named Alan who was doing it, but I didn't realize he was THAT Alan. How the hell did HE get that job, anyways? Strictly by default, I'm sure. Maybe I should get someone else to do it. After all, I don't want a mere nerd touching my cheerleaders. He'll probably pass along some kind of nerd cooties or something."
Simone said while finally pulling her hand from Heather's ass, "Did you know that he actually had the gall to ask Christine Anderssen out on a date a while back? She turned him down, of course."
"Christine? You mean the ridiculous goody goody bitch 'Ice Queen Christine'? Ha! How amusing! Can you imagine those two pathetic virgins trying to have sex? They wouldn't even be able to figure out where to put it in!"
Heather and Simone walked off, laughing. They seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Alan could have easily overheard them. Heather didn't even turn back to consider whether to kick them off the beach or not. It was as if they were so unimportant that it wasn't worth the bother of taking any more time to talk to them.
Alan had overheard everything though, and what he'd heard really pissed him off. He'd thought that he'd accounted for himself pretty well when confronted by Heather. He'd mostly hidden his fear and managed to speak fairly intelligently.
But it was all for nothing because Heather still considered him lower than the dirt on the soles of her feet. He was also upset at himself because for a brief moment his hopes had soared that she might actually want to have sex with him when she'd been discussing his "package." But those hopes were quickly crushed and then some.
Now Alan understood first hand what Katherine was talking about when she'd come home from school day after day complaining about what a bitch Heather was.
The rest of his beach trip seemed anti-climatic and depressing, although, ironically, Sean and Peter were in high spirits. They were ecstatic to have been "kind of spoken to" by Heather, and recounted the encounter to each other over and over. Listening to them, Alan was left wondering what alternate universe they'd been in at the time since hardly anything they said matched up with his memories of the incident.
Neither of them had overheard Heather's later conversation with Simone, and Alan saw no need to tell them about it and burst their bubbles about her. He knew that Sean was so far gone over Heather that he would have accused Alan of lying, anyway. The two of them spent even more time talking about Heather's fantastic body and how much they wanted to "do the do" with her.
Alan had a hard time playing along with their sex talk and pretending enthusiasm. Now that he'd actually had sex, he realized that they had no idea what they were talking about. He just felt embarrassed to hear their empty boasts and juvenile prattlings.
He was particularly miffed that Heather and Simone had assumed that he was a "pathetic virgin." He wanted to prove to Heather how wrong she was and show her that he was actually starting to become a rather talented lover. But he knew the chances of that happening were next to impossible. He would have considered himself surprised if Heather ever thought to speak to him again.
CHAPTER 4
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully for Alan. He did have one more brief sexual encounter, however.
Shortly after dinner on Saturday night, Amy came over. The whole Plummer family, even Ron, sat in the living room watching TV.
Amy sat in an easy chair right next to Alan. While the others were engaged in an interesting program, she leaned over towards him and said, "Alan, I'm worried about a big test coming up on Monday. Not only that, but I think I have bad breath. Can you help me out? I think you know what I'd like." Then she winked and opened her mouth really wide.
Alan thought back and recalled that he and Katherine had told Amy that putting Alan's penis in one's mouth boosted test scores, cured bad breath, and much more. Since he'd convinced her yesterday that she was allowed to touch penises, she was eager to try out their promised remedies.
She continued to sit there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes closed, as if she expected him to put his penis in her mouth right there and then. Even worse, she'd taken off a top she had on earlier, and now wore nothing but a very revealing, very low-cut dress plus pantyhose. One hand clutched at her chest and the other seemed to look for her pussy but was at least temporarily stymied by the dress.
Alan looked around and noticed that Susan and Ron hadn't looked Amy's way yet. Even though technically she hadn't done anything wrong, to sit with one's mouth gaping wide and all but fondle one's self was bound to lead to questions if someone else noticed her.
Alan thought quickly. "Um, yeah Amy, but can it wait a bit?" He snapped his fingers, which caused her to open her eyes. He waved his hand and tried to indicate he wanted her to close her mouth with hand gestures and mimed with his mouth what he wanted her to do.
But she just smiled playfully. She asked to the others, "Susan and Ron, aren't you going out soon?"
Ron replied without turning his head, "Yeah, we'll be leaving as soon as this show is over. That's so nice you kids are working on your homework together."
Alan scanned the room. He was grateful that the show was on and not a commercial, or certainly Ron would be more inclined to look over while talking. It was like Amy wanted to get caught. He noticed that Katherine smiled, too, and she raised a curious and knowing eyebrow at him.
Amy answered, "Alan is great. I can't wait to taste-"
Alan interrupted, "Hold on! Let's go back to my room. I don't like this show and I'll help you right now."
The three teenagers retired to Alan's room.
As soon as the door to his room closed, Alan berated Amy. "Never talk about anything having to do with body parts in front of Ron! I thought you knew that!"
"Gosh. I'm sorry! I was just having a little fun. I was just so excited to get your penis treatment. Or treatments." She giggled.
Alan looked at her crossly.
She added more seriously, "I'm really sorry. It's just that it seems like everyone else is having so much fun and I'm missing out."
Alan felt a lot of sympathy for that. I am kind of treating her like an extra piece of furniture. Kind of toying with her, too, and messing with her mind. It's not very nice. But it's just so hard to resist. When you've got a big-titted, sexy, and sweet next door neighbor, and you tell her to take her clothes off and put your dick in her mouth and she just says, "M'kay!" who can say no to that?!
Katherine said to her brother, "Can I speak to you for a second, alone?"
So Amy waited outside his door. Katherine spoke in a quiet voice. "Given all the lies we told her, Amy is going to want to suck you off every day now. But that's not fair! I'm not allowed to do anything with you at home, and she's gonna get all that? I have enough competition as it is. Can't you keep it cool with her for a while? You already promised me you would. Anyways, it would be prudent to wait with her at least until Ron leaves, given the close call you just had in the living room. Not to mention what she did even in front of Eric last night!"
Alan agreed. He thought, My first priority is to my sister and keeping her happy. I'll make it up to Amy later. He brought Amy back in and told her to wait for any penis related "help" until after Ron left town.
Katherine then took Amy to the bathroom for another mutual pussy shaving. The two girls could be in there together easily enough behind locked doors - Susan and Ron would just think they were doing "girlish" beauty stuff. But it would be too dangerous for Alan to take part.
Alan left a short time afterwards to see a movie with his friends. It was a remarkably social day for him compared to recent days. He felt like he had to make some more effort in that direction.
CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 27)
Alan found himself home alone and bored on Sunday afternoon. By his recent standards, Saturday had been very sexually tame: his mother dropped her towel, and Amy wore a sexy dress and briefly teased him. He'd had to take care of all six of his orgasms by himself. Then he had to go to church with the rest of the family on Sunday morning. His mood of feeling sexually overwhelmed was long gone. He was especially frustrated not to have help from Suzanne, and was also raring to fuck his sister some more.
Alan's great hope was that Suzanne would come forward for him and make the weekend a little bit more interesting. I've seen so little of her lately. And when I have seen her, it's been sooo intense. So good. I've noticed lately that she'd hasn't been around the house much just to hang out, so opportunities to play around don't come up that easily. I'm pretty convinced that Aunt Suzy secretly, or maybe not so secretly, hates my father. I take it she blames him for problems in my mom's life, like her general lack of love and a romantic life.
With his mother and Suzanne at a party, Ron meeting with business colleagues in some combination of work and pleasure, and Katherine at the mall with Amy, Alan felt he wouldn't be disturbed back in his room. So he decided to watch one of those porn films his mother had bought him in what already seemed ages ago. He originally thought he would watch them all the time, but in fact, had only seen a couple. So far, his fantasies and real-life experiences were infinitely more mentally stimulating than actors who badly acted their way through a porn film. But he wanted to force himself to do something different.
He drew the drapes, which made his room dark as a dungeon, put one of the tapes in his new video player, and began to watch. He sat naked in his chair and languidly stroked his penis at the passable action on the screen, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Hi Sweetie, it's me, your Aunt Suzy. Can I come in?"
"Um, just a sec. I'm naked." Alan was excited just to hear the sound of Suzanne's naturally very sultry and scratchy voice.
She pushed the door open. "And that's a problem? Don't bother getting dressed for lil' ol' me," she said with a Southern drawl as she boldly walked into his room.
"Suzanne. Hey!" Alan said as he swiveled his chair around towards her. Then he looked up at her, and then did a double take in disbelief that such a gorgeous woman could exist, much less walk into his room.
"Jesus, Suzanne, you look amazing today!" he exclaimed.
She was dressed in some variant of biker gear, an extremely unusual look compared to her usual sophisticated tastes. The black look contrasted dramatically and effectively with her pale alabaster skin and dark reddish brown hair. Her tight black leather shorts were dramatically unbuttoned. Her black top had a wonder-bra type feature that pushed her firm and high breasts even farther forward than usual. On Suzanne, a bra like that was about as necessary as giving billionaire Bill Gates more money.
After he gawked at her a bit more he said, "I'm sooo glad to see you."
She reached down and placed her hands on his penis, which was already doing its best to reach out towards her. "Really? I never would have noticed, except for when this thing nearly poked me in the eye from across the room. Damn, you're hard!" She automatically began to stroke his penis, as if this was how she greeted people, instead of with a handshake.
Thinking quickly, he responded, "Your tits nearly poked ME in the eye from across the room."
She laughed.
Alan was delighted with the situation. I've been having a lot of amazing experiences with some totally beautiful women lately, but none of them are as beautiful as Suzanne! Except for my mom, but she must not be home right now or I doubt Suzanne would come in here.
I've been without Suzanne's experienced touch far too often lately! It's like some kind of famous supermodel stepped out of a pin-up poster and materialized in the flesh in my room. How dense was I for thinking of Suzanne as merely an attractive, fairly typical mother instead of the total knockout bombshell sex goddess she really is! And she's so talented with her fingers. Shit! She's gonna make me cum too soon.
He groaned with delight, mostly over what her hands were doing. "Aunt Suzy, I know my mom is well-known for looking so young, but there is no way in hell you're thirty-nine years old. Wow. You look stunning. I gather we're safe for a while?"
"Let me answer that with some nonverbal communication." She pulled her top off which caused her boobs to explode outwards as her top fell to the floor. She pulled off her shorts, but to Alan's surprise she had a black thong on underneath. Then she dropped on all fours as if she worshipped his prick.
"I take it that's a yes?" said Alan with dry wit. He surprised himself that he could not only speak in the face of such beauty, but actually say something droll.
"I wish I could tell you, Sweetie, but my mouth is too full of your cock to talk. Or at least, it's about to be." With a big smile she bent forward and began to suck.
Alan reached out and tried to grope her boobs, but she pushed his hands away. That surprised him, but before long he was having too much fun enjoying her tongue and lips to care.
She sucked him with powerful force, like a human vacuum cleaner, and then tickled lightly with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue swirled around and around. By now she knew exactly what turned him on the most and she used that knowledge to full effect.
Alan couldn't hold out for long against such expert exertions. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes he cried out, "Oh! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! Oh no! Oh shit! God! Fucking hell! Yes!"
He gave up resistance and unclenched his PC muscle. "Fuck! Ah! Suzanne, I'm gonna fill your mouth! Yes!"
She took every last drop of his load in her mouth. She was great at swallowing.
He asked her, "Aunt Suzy, that was great, but why were you so relentless? There's no way I could last against that non-stop attack."
"That was just my warm up snack," she explained. "I wanted you to shoot a quick load partly 'cos I've been missing your cum and wanted some right away, but also now you'll be able to last a long time."
"Not with you," he muttered. "You're too good!"
While they were recovering, Suzanne started to talk. "So, Sweetie, you been missing me?"
She seemed calm, but Alan could hardly believe the ease with which she brought him to the heights of passion. How can she be that casual? It's like she's some kind of magically irresistible succubus one minute, and then the next she's back to being my same old Aunt Suzy, except we're both naked and leaking all kinds of intimate fluids. Bizarre!
But he tried his best to respond casually too. "Yes! Totally! You don't know how much. It's like you were reading my mind when you came in. Dang, you're so good! It's been what, three days already since you and Daisy Duke came by."
"Thanks. I've been trying, but it's so hard to get you alone these days. Now that it's the weekend , your aggravating father has had more time free from the office and just sits around the house, ruining all my fun. Hell, I'd risk doing this even with him here, but Susan says I can't and I have to respect that. Just to make it up to you, one of these days I might give you a blowjob. ... Oh wait! I just did!"
Alan laughed.
She experimentally gurgled. "Mmmm. I'm still savoring the taste. Oh well, we'll just have to think of more naughty things I can do with you."
"Something like a titfuck?" suggested Alan, surprisingly boldly for him. He remembered Akami's "homework assignment," and could hardly think of someone more endowed to "practice" titfucks on.
"I thought you'd never ask. I can hardly wait to get your big guy between my big gals. But unfortunately, we need to have a serious discussion before we have any more fun. I haven't had a chance to talk to you in complete privacy for a while. In short, I need to have some straight talk with you about your mother and sister."
Uh-oh, Alan thought. But he just said, "Okay, sure. What's up?"
"Regarding Katherine, how are things going with her? I've noticed how she's dressing more daringly lately, at least until Ron came home. Even that isn't slowing her down too much, and obviously she's getting a kick out of not wearing any undies around the house. Do you think she has any interest in directly helping you reach your daily targets? More importantly, do YOU have any interest in having her help you like that? Be honest with me, now."
Although Alan was normally very honest with Suzanne and treated her like an aunt or even a second mother, he couldn't admit to her that he'd been getting physically intimate with his sister already. Strangely enough, it didn't bother him to have sex with his sister, but it did bother him to confess such a thing even to a close and kind confidante like Suzanne.
Knowing that she was aware of some things already, he made a limited admission. "Yeah, she's been getting kind of... weird, lately. All of a sudden, I keep stumbling into her while she's wearing nightgowns and bikinis and stuff. You know what I mean? I mean... I mean, this is my sister I'm talking about! We use to play with Legos together."
"What would you feel about having a more sexual relationship with her?"
"Well, I have to admit that when she dresses all sexy, it's arousing. Heck most any time I look at her these days, it arouses me. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, you know? Can you get back to me on this? ... I mean it's not like I want to DO anything with her that would ruin my friendship with her..."
"Don't worry. That's enough for now. I understand it's not easy to talk about this kind of stuff. I just want to remind you that there's nothing shameful in having her help you out with your medical treatment. In fact, if she volunteers, consider that as the loving and helpful gesture that it is. Okay?"
"Okay."
Suzanne thought, Perfect. That pot is cooking nicely without any stirring from me. They're both horny and attractive kids; things'll happen on their own without my nudging, I think. I always figured that while Katherine copied Susan's prudish dress, she hadn't really been brainwashed with all that religious mumbo jumbo that's warped her mother. I need to concentrate my efforts on Susan, the much trickier problem.
Suzanne had no idea just how right she was that the siblings would develop a relationship without her help, now that her six times a day scheme had set things in motion. Had she known everything, she would have been a little miffed (mostly that she didn't get to do the honors in taking Alan's virginity), but overall their having sex was perfectly consistent with her larger goal of seducing the entire Plummer family.
There was a long pause while Suzanne was thinking. Alan was thinking too, and out of the blue he asked, "Suzanne, I have a question. This may sound crazy, but lately I've been wondering about if maybe, just maybe, Sis and I might be really related. I mean, nobody knows for sure, right? And we were both adopted from the same adoption agency and we look close enough that it's possible we're real siblings. Wouldn't an adoption agency want to keep two siblings together?"
Suzanne knew a lot more about the adoptions than she was willing to admit or even think about. "I suppose anything's possible. But why are you worrying about this now?"
"Well, I'm just thinking, if we really ARE related, then wouldn't that make her helping me out more wrong? You were involved in the whole adoption thing pretty closely from what I understand. Mom never wants to talk about it; I think she likes to pretend we're her real children and the thing that would hurt her the most would be if Sis or I tried to look up our real parents. I have no interest in doing that, I just want to know if it's possible that Sis and I could be genetically related."
Suzanne pondered that a long time before speaking. "It's true that I was deeply involved in the adoption process. Since Susan never told you the full story, now that you're eighteen and we've reached this new intimacy, I think it's time I tell you what I know. Okay?"
"Okay."
She thought, Well, at least as much as I'm willing to tell of the truth at the moment. Then she said, "Susan and Ron moved here about the same time as Eric and I did. It was a new suburb and all the neighbors were new. We didn't live next door yet - that happened after I came back from France - but we were just down the street. I'd just had Brad shortly after my graduation and I'd heard that Susan was trying to have a child. But her infertility problems were discovered very quickly and she was absolutely heartbroken about that. The way her parents raised her, there was nothing more important to her than having kids and being a good mother. Susan and Ron found out it could take years and years to be cleared to adopt, and that sent her into an even deeper depression."
"Wow. I never knew any of this."
"I know. She's got issues about it, still. But it's high time you learned. In any case, as you know, I like to scheme and my chief rule about scheming is to only do things that help others, or at the very least do no harm. So helping her to cut through the red tape is exactly the kind of scheme I live for, and I went at it with gusto. The fact is, it was all very unorthodox and I didn't go through any normal adoption agency. I used my Suzanne wiles, plus a great deal of luck, to get you into Susan's hands within months. I had no idea just how important this was for her. She treated me like she owed me her life - she was like a grateful puppy dog following me around everywhere for a while. That's what really got us started as being best friends. Then, when I did the same things to get Katherine adopted, her gratitude was even greater. She was so keen on making it up to me that it got downright annoying. I think she'd take a bullet for me, I really do."
"God, that's amazing. So, in a way, you kind of had a hand in my conception too."
Suzanne laughed. "Well, not your conception, but in you having the family that you have, then yes, absolutely. And I guess that's one reason why I've always felt a special bond with you two, almost like you're my own kids. As I said, I didn't realize the magnitude of what I was doing at the time, but in retrospect I sure am glad I did it. In fact, that turned out to be just about the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't even begin to imagine life without the Plummers."
Alan pondered that, then said, "But still, that doesn't answer the question about if Sis and I could be real siblings. Do you know anything about that?"
Suzanne chose her words wisely. She didn't want to lie about such an important matter to Alan, especially since she was already weighed down with guilt over her other lies to him. On the other hand, she had very good reasons not to be completely forthcoming. So she said honestly, "Look. As you know, I tend to believe the ends justifies the means. In helping the adoptions happen the way they did, I did some things that weren't exactly kosher. In so doing, I made a vow to someone to never tell anyone exactly what I did unless I had their permission first. I still have to hold to that and I can't even tell you. In fact, I especially can't tell you. I'm sorry, but I have my own moral code, strange though it is, and I have to keep to that."
"Okay, I understand. But... dang! So... it's still possible that Sis and I are genetically related though, right?"
"In theory, yes, but think about your birthdays. Some poor woman would have had to have you then turn around and get pregnant almost immediately. We're talking the same month that she gave birth! What are the odds of that? But if you're really curious, don't ask me. Get a DNA test done. That'll put your mind at rest and I won't have to break any promises."
"But you do know, right? You know but you just can't say?"
Suzanne grimaced. "You're getting me in hot water here. Anything I say you could result in you leaping to conclusions by reading or misreading implications. I'm going to have to get all lawyerly on you and say that I can neither confirm nor deny if I would even be in a position to know something like that."
Seeing that Suzanne was clamming up on the topic, Alan pondered everything she had revealed. He wondered what he would really want as far as who his parents were and his relation with his sister. For some reason, Katherine's recent sexual joking around about getting pregnant stuck in his mind. If Sis really is my genetic sister, we could never have children. She'd be crushed! There are so many things to think about with this. I have a feeling though that if we were really siblings, something would have come out about it already. Suzanne must know, and she's never so much as dropped a hint in that direction, plus she was heavily hinting against it just now.
The thing is, maybe I don't want to know. At least, not yet. I can always do that DNA testing someday, but Lord knows I've got more than enough going on in my life at the moment. And I'd have to ask Sis about it, too. Maybe she'd just want to let the mystery be. In any case, I think I'll hold off on telling her until things calm down a bit around here.
CHAPTER 6
Eager to switch topics, Suzanne said, "Now, the main reason I want to have a frank chat with you is your mother. You can't say that you have trouble with her helping you achieve orgasm 'cos she's done it lots of time already, especially on that fateful Tuesday, and it was obvious you had a hell of a great day then. Didn't you?"
Alan was embarrassed to admit his incestuous lusts, now that it came to it. "Well, yeah, but... I mean, how could I resist? Aunt Suzy, you know what Mom looks like! She's as much a voluptuous sexpot as you are. In fact, in terms of physical dimensions you two could be identical twins, except she doesn't have your long tongue. I know it's wrong and I should feel ashamed, but Jesus! Aunt Suzy, I can't help that she's my mom, it's just that she's so..."
"I know," Suzanne said. "I'm not finding fault with you, not one bit. In fact, the very fact that she's your mother makes her help all the more stimulating, doesn't it?"
Alan blushed and turned away.
Suzanne laughed. "What? You're acting just like her. You know it's true, I know it's true, everyone knows it's true. So what's the big deal?"
He looked back her way just in time to notice her making a significant head nod towards his crotch. He looked down at his naked body and saw that his penis was fully erect. He blushed even more and turned away again.
"Sweetie! What's the deal?! You KNOW that I don't mind you getting intimate with her; in fact, I'm cheering you on about it. I can't help you with your problem all the time every day; you just cum too often and I'm not over at your home enough hours of the day to always be there for you. I've been doing everything in my power to get Susan to see the light that it would be an all around good thing for everyone if she helps you like that. It would be a lot easier for me to convince her of that if you'd be able to talk about this freely and we could work together as a team."
Alan still looked away. "Thanks, Suzanne. I understand all that on an intellectual level, but to actually talk about my doing stuff with her with another person? It's hard."
She leered at his crotch and ribbed him, "I can see that. Here, perhaps this will put you in the right mood to talk." She reached out and started to fondle his erection. She added in an evil Russian accent, "Ve haf veys of makink you talk!"
Alan laughed. "You do, that's for sure. Okay, let's talk."
He looked like he was struggling to say more, so Suzanne just stayed silent and looked at him expectantly while stroking his rod.
Finally, he said, "It's not just the incest factor that makes me reluctant to talk with you about this. It's also the sense that you and I are going behind her back and plotting to corrupt her. That makes me uneasy. She's not only my mother, she's like my best pal in the whole world, maybe even more than you or Sis!"
Suzanne was touched, even though the answer was frustrating. "That's sweet, Sweetie. I hope you remember though that what we're doing is not some selfish thing, or some kind of fiendish plot. What we're doing is going to benefit her as much as it'll benefit you, if not more so. I know for a fact that she literally has had more climaxes since you started your treatment than she's had in her entire life up to that point! No exaggeration. She was a very nice and lively gal before, but it almost seems to me like she's only really come fully alive since she started assisting you. There's a sparkle in her eye and an extra spring in her step, did you notice?"
"Of course I did. But other times I see her struggling and suffering and it hurts me so much."
"Well, that's why we have to speed things up! She has to throw away those silly hang-ups her parents and the church put in her head that make her feel so guilty and anguished. We need to work together to get her over that stuff as soon as possible. Then everything will be glorious and nothing but fun for you and her."
"I know, I know. But I just can't do anything that smacks of plotting. I started telling her some half-truths and big time exaggerations lately, and I just don't want to do deeper down the secrecy route. If she were to ask me if we're talking about these things together, what would I say? More lies! I can't do that."
Suzanne frowned, but said, "Okay. I can respect that. It makes things a bit more difficult that way, but I like a good challenge. We are in agreement that we both want your mother blowing you and stroking you on a daily basis, aren't we?"
She gave his penis some extra attention as she said this, switching techniques unexpectedly.
Alan nearly blew his load, but just managed to clamp down with his newfound PC muscle control. "Jeeeesus!" He panted, recovering, and then said, "Yes, Aunt Suzy, yes. God, yes! That would be sweet!"
"Okay then. Here's the plan. I'm not going to openly plan stuff with you since that smacks too much of conspiratorial plotting. But if a situation happens to arise between you and her, you can roll with the punches and follow my lead or my advice, right?"
"Yeah, sure. That would be different. I don't have a problem with that."
"Good. Because things are at a delicate stage with her right now. You know how she was drifting back to the comfort and security of her prudish ways even before Ron got here, but his being underfoot just makes it all much worse. I keep trying to encourage her and draw her out, but she's struggling with it. If you push her too far too fast by taking too many sexual liberties with her, it could backfire, big time."
"So what am I supposed to do?!" he yelped. It was becoming harder and harder for him to talk, given the way Suzanne was stroking him. Unfortunately, for him, she by contrast was talking just fine and kept expecting him to respond coherently.
"Just play it cool, go with the flow, and don't do anything too drastic. Most importantly, try to steer clear of her pussy. It's the fear of having intercourse with you that is easily the biggest mental block she has to letting go and enjoying herself. But you screwed up on that last Tuesday, from what I understand, so it'll take some time to prove you can be trusted there."
"Dang! I know! I feel like shit about that, but it's just so hard not to think it! God dammit, sliding into her tight slit would be so fuckin' great!"
Suzanne laughed. "I thought you had a hard time talking about that kind of stuff."
The fact was, since he was on the edge of orgasm his sexual thoughts were flowing freely and he wasn't censoring himself as much as usual.
He was feeling bad about saying that though, but before he could say anything more, she said, "If you really have to think about sliding this big fat thing into someone's hot slit, why not think about doing that with mine? Now, I'm not saying we can do that because I have my moral code too and I've explicitly promised Susan that isn't going to happen. At least not yet. Who knows what the future might bring, though. Imagine boning and banging your big-titted auntie's hot box on a daily basis!"
"Oh God! NO!" The reason Alan cried "no" was because he was slipping over the edge, losing control of his urge to cum. He was practically doubled over he was fighting it so hard, but it looked like a lost cause.
Suzanne though didn't want him to climax just yet, because she had plans for him before he did. So she grasped at the base of his penis and squeezed tightly while trying to make it seem just like some extra vigorous stroking. At the same time, she tapped him on the perineum (the space between his anus and his dick), a little-known technique that sometimes worked to delay climax.
Alan felt the surge pass. "Whew! Oh my GOD that was close! Suzy please, don't touch me another second or I'll blow!"
She obligingly let go. She didn't like being called just "Suzy" since every time he called her "Aunt" it made her feel more like his real aunt, but she let that go too because she knew he literally wasn't thinking.
He flopped back down on the bed like he'd been shot. His erection still poked straight up and it twitched wildly. It was still touch and go and an intense struggle not to cum just yet.
Suzanne just watched for a bit, both impressed at his determination to keep going and amused at his twitching dick, thoroughly soaked with pre-cum.
She finally said, "You know what I'm thinking about?"
"What?" he gasped.
"A trombone. You know how a trombone is a big long thing that slides back and forth? That's what I'm picturing. Kind of like YOUR big long thing sliding in and out of my tight twat."
He closed his eyes and groaned. "Gaaawwd!"
Suzanne snickered because his penis, already lively, twitched even more frantically after she said that.
This is fun! she thought to herself. These are the good times. True, if he and I schemed together we could have more fun faster, but in a way having to change Susan's way of thinking without any overt help could be an even more exciting challenge than with his help. Speaking of which, it's time to get the ball rolling.
"Sweetie, I'm gonna go take a short bathroom break. It's probably good timing, because now that you got me thinking about your big tool pulsing and throbbing and how it could fill me up deep inside, anything I say isn't likely to help you recover. I'm probably just going to end up talking more about the way your eight manly inches would make me scream to the heavens as you coat the insides of my pussy with your seed."
Alan whimpered miserably.
She chuckled. "So I'll be back in a few, okay?"
Alan just turned to look at her and nodded. He was in agony, but it was an amazingly pleasurable agony. He was riding a buzz right on the edge and didn't even have to touch himself to stay teetering on the edge of a dizzying high. If he actually climaxed, he'd really regret it.
CHAPTER 7
Suzanne got up and left the room. She'd heard the garage door open and close a few minutes earlier (Alan didn't notice since he was so out of it he could barely string a coherent sentence together). She knew that had to be Susan, returning from the same party she had left earlier to be with Alan.
Suzanne did really have to use the bathroom, but she also had the goal of luring Susan into Alan's room to further break down her resistance. Wearing nothing but her black thong, high heels, and a few dollops of cum on her face from Alan's first climax, she went to the bathroom across the hall from Alan's room. She took out the roll of toilet paper next to the toilet seat and put it away in a cabinet so she'd have an excuse not to use that bathroom.
Then she walked down to the bathroom adjoining Susan's bedroom. She'd heard Susan milling about in there, which fit in perfectly with her plans. She knocked on Susan's door and then opened it up before Susan could answer it.
Susan was in the middle of undressing from the clothes she wore at the party. Standing in just her underwear, she turned to the door and shrieked, "Suzanne! What are you doing?!"
"Oh, didn't you hear me? I guess I was knocking too quietly at first. In any case, the other bathroom is out of toilet paper so I was wondering if I could use this one." She was pleased as punch that Susan was getting undressed; she had waited the exact right amount of time from when she'd heard Susan's car arrive. She gloated, A perfect scheme, perfectly timed! Heh-heh!
"Oh. I see. Well, sure, but could you give me some privacy, please?"
Suzanne could have headed to the bathroom, but she just stood there at the door, staring at Susan. "Sure. Sorry. But I figure it's really no big deal, is it? I mean, it's just between us girls, right? Besides, take a look at me. I just came - in more senses than one - from having your son's dick sliding in and out of my mouth, so there's not much point in modesty, is there?"
"No, I suppose not..." Susan still held a shirt she was about to put on, but she was frozen with paralysis. She looked at Suzanne stretched out in a sexy pose, acting and looking like some kind of sex goddess come to Earth. Her eyes were particularly glued to the white gobs on Suzanne's face.
Susan raised a hand to her own cheek. "Um... I think you have something right here." She pointed on her cheek where the spot was on Suzanne's.
Suzanne crossed the room to where Susan stood. "Do I? Oh, it's probably just some of Alan's cum. He shoots so much that I never seem able to swallow it all. I can never get enough of his sweet seed, but it would be greedy of me to take all of it. Do you want to clean it off for me?"
Susan protested indignantly, "Suzanne!"
But Suzanne teased her encouragingly, "I won't tell!"
"It's so improper."
"But so yummy. Oh well. Your loss." Suzanne licked up the gob Susan had been pointing out and scooped it into her mouth. She made a face of supreme satisfaction while she savored it. She deliberately left some other gobs dangling to tempt Susan some more.
The anguish on Susan's face was obvious as she watched the gob disappear.
Then Suzanne said, "By the way, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just changing clothes from the party. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, but it looks like you're about to put a top on without removing your undies first. What's up with that? What about our 'no undies' agreement?"
Susan stuttered, "Well, yeah, but Ron will be home later."
Suzanne spoke firmly yet with feigned confusion. "I don't remember anything in the agreement about exceptions for husbands. We are to dress to sexually arouse our son, er, I meant your son. Period. Our wearing underwear does not help him empty his balls into our throats, so we don't wear them. Period. Unless of course he asks us to dress that way, and then we must do as he says. What part of that do you have trouble with?"
Susan pouted, "You're making it sound like, in theory, that Alan has total control over what clothes I wear."
"Yes. And what clothes you don't wear. So? Are you not willing to help him with visual stimulation?"
"Well, I am, but... Well, I dunno. For one thing, I don't want Ron to suspect."
They were standing in front of Susan's closet. Suzanne stepped forward and picked out a white blouse. It was thick and frumpy looking. "Here. Then wear this. Sure, there'll be a whole lot of bouncin' goin' on, but Ron won't know enough to suspect a thing. But at the same time, Alan will know what to look for and he'll see that you're properly obeying his orders. That'll make him so stiff and happy that he'll wish it was your mouth he was shooting a load into next time."
Alan in fact had never given orders to anyone about not wearing underwear, but Suzanne knew what to say to appeal to Susan's submissive side.
Suzanne stood there and watched while Susan meekly changed into the white blouse Suzanne had picked out for her.
It shamed Susan to stand naked while being closely observed changing, but it also turned her on. All the while, she complained about how unfair and underhanded it was to Ron, but Suzanne always had an answer to her objections.
When Susan was done putting on the blouse (but still naked below the waist), she turned to Suzanne again and it fully registered what her friend was wearing. "Hey! Who are you to talk about the no undies rule? You're wearing panties too. True, they're thongs, but those still count."
Suzanne looked down at herself and said, "You're right. I was wearing those as protection while I was blowing Alan, since you'd asked me to at least wear panties while doing that. But you make an excellent point that that's hypocritical. The only time we should wear panties or any other clothes is if it helps him spew fountains of cum all over us." Without further ado, she pulled her black thong off and tossed it aside.
Susan immediately rushed over, picked it up, and handed it back to her. She didn't want Ron wondering about mysterious thongs lying on the floor that were soaked in someone else's pussy juice. But by this time, Susan's chest was heaving with arousal and she was so flustered that she didn't have anything to say.
With a happy "Thanks," Suzanne went off to Susan's bathroom.
By the time Suzanne came back, Susan was fully dressed in the white blouse and a long black skirt.
Susan asked her best friend, "Do I have to stay dressed like this even after Ron comes home? I feel so naked. Even though I look dressed out the outside, I feel like I'm completely exposed."
"But of course. Do you think Alan's needs suddenly stop when Ron is here? I've been tolerant of your slack attitude about wearing underwear around Ron these past few days, but you really need to keep your end of your agreements."
"Do you think it's noticeable that I'm naked under my blouse and skirt?" Susan shifted her weight back and forth, causing her breasts to wobble wildly inside her shirt.
It was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. Admittedly, it was a very confining blouse, but Susan was so endowed that even heavy bras didn't slow her down much, and when she wore no bra and had stiffly aroused nipples besides, no blouse could hide the bouncy party going on underneath.
But Suzanne raised a hand to her mouth and struck a thoughtful pose as she stared at Susan turning this way and that. "I don't know," she finally said, blatantly lying. "It's hard to tell. You can't really ask me because I already know you're bra-less. You need an impartial observer."
Suzanne's eyes lit up as she pretended to have a Eureka moment. "I know! Put your high heels on - the spiky black ones - and ask Alan. You know he'll give you his honest opinion. I'll see you there in a few minutes."
Suzanne hurried down the hallway, knocked on Alan's door, and let herself inside. She saw that Alan was just how he was when he left, lying on his bed with his erection pointing straight up.
She hurried to him, asking, "How you feeling, Sweetie? Rested?"
"Yeah. I'm still pretty close to the edge, but I'm okay. Look how it still sticks up so hard and high all on its own, even as I'm lying down. I didn't even know penises could defy gravity like that."
"Mmmm. Looks tasty." The buxom red-head dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed and started licking.
She deliberately limited herself to licking because she wanted to be free to talk. Between licks, she said, "By the way, Susan will be here any second to ask you about what she's wearing. No need to stop what we're doing, just act casual and roll with the punches, okay?"
"Okay! ... But, uh, Mom's been having issues with this kind of thing. How do we know where her current boundaries lie?"
"We don't. Truth is, they're shifting all the time. But I got her pretty horny just now so I think she'll be pretty flexible, even though she might not look that way at first. Remember: stay relaxed, and follow my lead."
"Okay." Alan closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. He left the thinking to Suzanne. She was very good at that.
CHAPTER 8
It only took a minute for Susan to put her high heels on. She wasn't exactly sure why she needed them, but Suzanne had been touting high heels so much lately that she felt better and sexier having them on. And she saw the hungry way Alan looked at her when she wore them (though to be honest he looked at her like he was a staving man and she was an eight course dinner nearly all the time, no matter what she was wearing).
However, she hesitated before leaving her room. She paced around, thinking, I don't know. I just don't know! It's true I need to check if this top looks improper, but Suzanne's been acting so strange lately. If I go in there, there's no telling just WHAT kind of lewd and licentious behavior might be going on! She could be stroking his lovely member, or blowing it, or, or.. worse!
And since when did Tiger get total say over what I can wear? I sure wish I would have understood that when I agreed to this no panties rule. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he doesn't abuse the rule. I mean, we also could be eating as a family at dinner, with Ron there too, and Alan could just announce out of the blue, "Mom. Strip. Now." And then I'd have to stand up and take all my clothes off! Ron would see I hadn't been wearing any underwear in the first place. What could I say to my husband then? The worst part of it is that I know the whole thing would get me so uncontrollably horny that I'd probably drop to my knees and stuff my son's monstrous member deep down my throat, even if he didn't ask me to!
Oh dear. I getting all wet again. That's another problem with this no undies rule. I'm staining all my clothes and just about every chair I sit on. I'm going to have to ask Suzanne what to do about that.
What if the solution is to just go completely bare assed and sit only on plastic chairs? God, that makes me so HOT! My bare pussy would be creaming just about everywhere I go! Heck, it already is, the only difference would be going naked all the time. Heck, even that wouldn't be so different, the way Tiger is always talking me out of my clothes. Oh! So hot!
I should really wait and calm down before I go in there. On the other hand, the longer I wait, the more likely Suzanne will be up to something sinful and naughty.
She decided to take deep breaths and slowly count to ten before leaving her room. However, that hardly helped at all and she was panting with excitement before she even reached Alan's door.
She knocked. "Tiger? You in there?"
"Yeah, Mom!" Alan shouted back.
Suzanne doubted anyone could hear through the door, but she whispered just to be safe, "Sweetie, that's her. Finally. Now, I don't want to plot with you, but just keep in mind it would be a good thing if you could steer the conversation around to ordering her to take her clothes off."
"What?!" he whispered back.
"Can I come in?" Susan asked through the door. "Are you decent?"
"Sure."
Susan cautiously opened the door. She gasped in surprise at the sight of Suzanne kneeling before him while she lovingly stroked his slippery erection. Suzanne's head was bent down and she was alternately licking and blowing on it, too.
"Suzanne! What's going on here?!"
Suzanne was grateful Susan had taken some extra minutes to arrive, because that gave her the excuse to say what she did. "What does it look like?" She smiled, as calm as can be. "Just helping Alan with his problem. You took so long that I didn't think you were coming. Do you mind?"
"D-d-d-d-do I mind?" Susan's eyes were fixated on Alan's firm erection. Suzanne had cleverly positioned herself to make sure Susan had a good view from the door.
Susan's anger morphed into a too-long suppressed hunger for cock. After nearly a minute, a very long minute, she snapped out of it enough to reply, "Yes! Of course I mind!"
"And why should that be?" Suzanne calmly asked and then finally deigned to look up at Susan. Suzanne deliberately hadn't even broken stride as she stroked Alan's thick tool. Even as she talked, she kept licking and blowing on it.
Alan just kept his head low and tried to stay out of any argument.
However, Susan turned on him. "Son, you said you were decent?! You call this decent?!"
Alan looked down at himself. "Well, I am still wearing a T-shirt. I would be pretty decent if it wasn't for what Suzanne's doing to me." It was a lame answer, but the only one he could think of since his IQ dropped about in half when Suzanne was doing to him what she was doing right now.
There was another pause. Susan was too transfixed by the handjob plus the licking to think. Finally she nervously asked, "What if it wasn't me who walked in? I mean, what I mean is, what if it had been my husband or Katherine or, or, or... your daughter who walked in here? Especially my husband? What would you have said?"
"That wouldn't have happened," Suzanne replied matter-of-factly while she continued to lazily stroke Alan's rod. She didn't even particularly look in Susan's direction or seemingly pay attention to her presence much. "I knew it would be you. Obviously if it was someone else, I would have stopped. Did you forget what you came here for?"
Suzanne returned her gaze to the penis right in front of her face, and caressed it lovingly. She let out a big breath of air onto Alan's spongy penis head, causing him to shiver all over.
Susan found herself walking further into the room. The fear of getting caught gave her the presence of mind to at least close the door behind her, and she did. She closed her eyes and said, "Um, I just won't look. Anyway, the reason I came in was to ask you a question, Tiger. Do you notice anything unusual about the way I'm dressed?"
Alan had been luxuriating in Suzanne's ministrations so much that he hadn't been paying much attention to Susan's appearance after noticing she was wearing her frumpy old-styled clothes. But now he gave her a more thorough visual examination.
The first thing he noticed was that Susan's chest was heaving up and down so much that it was almost like she was lightly jumping. He saw her hard nipples poking out and knew immediately that she was bra-less. He decided she was worth checking out after all.
Before he said anything, Susan asked, "Do you think... Er... What do you think Ron would think of this?"
Alan knew that Susan wanted a certain answer, but he didn't know what it was. He wished Suzanne could have clued him in a bit more, after all. He decided to use the old psychologist trick of stalling for time by answering a question with a question. "What do YOU think?"
Susan found herself staring at him again, and her eyes ended up glued to his crotch. Belatedly realizing this, she turned away and said, "I can't do this. I'd better come back later when you two are done. How can I hold a conversation with you when you're ... you're... doing you-know-what!"
"Doing what?" Suzanne asked with false cluelessness. She talked in an exaggeratedly breathy manner, which meant every word she said nearly popped Alan's cork.
"You know what I mean!" She pointed with her finger at Alan's crotch. "That! Your hand is pumping... Your fist is around his... And your tongue doing... Breathy... You know! His thing!" Her words came out more like pants.
"What thing?" Suzanne loved to play dumb.
"His member. His penis! You know - his great big pumping and throbbing... Well, his erection!" Susan's eyes were bugged eyed now as she blatantly stared. Her chest was heaving even more than before, if such a thing was possible. It was like she was jogging in place, yet her legs kept mostly still, aside from some nervous shifting back and forth. It was caused just from all her panting plus minimum support.
"Oh. His erection. If you feel that way, then fine. I'll just finish up here, then, so we can talk after that. Or would you rather that I stop and you take over? My hands are getting so tired. It seems his penis is insatiable."
Susan licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes opened even wider. "Um, no, you can finish."
"Oh goody! That's so generous of you to give me his sweet, sweet love nectar. Sweetie, are you ready to cum?"
"Oh, yes!" was all a barely-coherent Alan could manage in reply.
Suzanne began to rub him more vigorously. Since he had been on the edge of an orgasm so long, it didn't take him much to cross over. "Then be a dear, Sweetie, and cum. Did you hear your mother? She wants you to cum for her."
She tried to think of where he should deposit his cum, but realized there wasn't a good place that would satisfy Susan's prudish side. "Quick, Susan, where should he cum?" she finally asked.
Susan was still transfixed; her eyes still wide open. At first the question didn't even register. Then she started thinking about all the places she would want it. The chest is good. I remember when he splashed a big sticky rope right on my left nipple. But the face is better. And the mouth! Right in the mouth!
But Suzanne said, "Too late! Sweetie, aim for my face!"
Alan shot his load towards Suzanne's face from several inches away. His hot semen shot straight towards her cheek like a rocket and splattered there.
But after the first two shots of cum squirted out, Suzanne opened her mouth wide and quickly redirected its aim with her hand so that it mostly went inside her mouth instead.
She also closed the distance until her mouth was almost on his prick, like she had leaned into a drinking fountain for a delicious, cool drink. She took most of the rest of his many ropes without making much more of a mess.
"There, that wasn't so messy, was it?" Suzanne said as she stood up and faced Susan. She smiled at her friend as she ran her fingers over her face, swept up Alan's gobs of cum, and slowly sucked them into her mouth. She repeatedly licked her fingers like she was cleaning them of a delicious barbeque sauce.
Susan's mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She unconsciously clenched her legs together because her pussy pulsed with a mind of its own. She staggered backwards and propped herself against a wall. Then she climaxed, despite being fully dressed and not touching any of her privates. Her entire body trembled.
Suzanne noticed, but pretended that she hadn't. Not giving Susan any chance to recover, she said, "Okay, now that's done, Susan, you can ask your question."
"What? Oh... Question?" She was out of it. It was like she'd been swept away in a raging river of lust and she still hadn't found her bearings and come back to shore.
Alan too was wiped out, but he decided he'd better keep the conversation going before Susan fully recovered from what was an obvious orgasm, and possibly slipped back into her prudish mode. He said, "Mom, you were asking me about your outfit. Did I think if Ron would like it. Sure. Why wouldn't he like it?"
Flustered and still panting, she asked, "No. I meant, is there anything odd that Ron might notice?"
"Oh. You mean, like the way you're not wearing any underwear?"
Susan gasped in horror. "You noticed?!"
Alan was surprised Susan could think there was any question in the matter. He started to reply, "Well..." But then he remembered Suzanne's suggestion that he order Susan to take her clothes off. He didn't understand what that was about, but he knew Suzanne's suggestions led to good things and he was always delighted to see Susan naked, even if he'd just climaxed and his penis at least couldn't enjoy it as much as usual.
He didn't have the heart to order her around, but he said, "Prove it. Why don't you take it all off so we can see if you are or not?"
Susan's hands reflexively flew up to her chest. "You want me to take my clothes off?! All of them?"
Alan looked at Suzanne, who gave him an encouraging nod. He turned back to Susan and grinned. "Yeah." It wasn't exactly an order, but it was about as close to one as the polite Alan could get with his mother.
Susan's hands trembled as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, she said angrily, "I don't know WHAT'S going on around here. Everywhere I look, there's stroking and sucking and nudity. Sinfulness and depravity at every turn! What would my husband think if he could see me now? Answer me that! Are you happy? Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Well, I hope you're happy because I think I have!"
But while she sounded angry, her body told a different story. She was taking her clothes off under duress, but at the same time with enthusiasm. She had a pained and fierce look on her face, but she also had an extra wiggle in her hip, and an extra and proud up-thrust to her chest.
After opening her blouse wide to expose her tits, she left the blouse on. She turned around, pulled her skirt up, and thrust her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass back and forth provocatively, she complained, "Look! I'm not wearing any undies! No panties, no bra. Are you satisfied? Can I end this degrading humiliation now?"
Alan didn't like to hear words like "degrading humiliation" from his mother and was going to tell her to stop.
However, Suzanne was still sitting before him watching the spectacle too, and she sensed his mood. She grabbed his arm right away so he looked at her and she caught his eye. Knowing what he was thinking, she shook her head no.
Then Suzanne spoke for him. "Susan, Alan here told you to take your clothes off. I think that was a clear command. And look! I can hardly believe it, but he's hard YET AGAIN! This is the third time in less than an hour! See what you do to him, Susan?"
Alan didn't feel like he was commanding anyone to do anything and he didn't want his mother feeling bad, much less humiliated. So he said encouragingly, "Yeah, Mom. I can't believe it either, but it's true. You make me so stiff, all the time. I love how you're so willing to help me out. Thanks for always being- OH GOD! JESUS H. CHRIST!"
He suddenly cried out because right then Suzanne bend over and without warning, took his new erection in her mouth. Not only that, but in one fell swoop she took it all the way in to the base. Technically it was a deep throat because she went past her gag reflex, but she immediately pulled back to where she was only sucking on about half on it, so Alan wasn't sure if she could deep throat him or not.
Susan was still bent over with her legs spread, reluctantly showing her son her wet pussy and yet gladly wiggling her ass, when she heard the scream. She immediately pulled back up and turned around to find out what was happening.
She complained as she took off the rest of her clothes, "AGAIN?! SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! Don't you ever take that thing out of your mouth? Please, some dignity! Spare me!"
Suzanne was just starting to hit a good bobbing rhythm, but she immediately stopped and pulled off. "'Spare me,' you said? Okay, I'll spare this load for you. It's only fair since I had the last two. Tiger, do you want your mother to finish sucking your cock?"
"Do I ever! Sweetness! Thanks, Mom! You're the best."
Susan stood there naked but for her high heels, her arms crossed under her chest in an unconsciously boob boosting pose. She was trying to be angry, but she was too aroused to do it well. "Now hold on a minute. You know I can't do that. I'm a married woman! My husband could be home any minute! Oh my goodness, he could! Suzanne, when is he supposed to be back?"
"You told me not until dinner," Suzanne answered. "You have time for a nice long suck." She stroked Alan's erection with one hand, but at the same time she was pointing it directly at Susan and offering it to her.
Susan exclaimed with indignation, "Suzanne, I forbid this behavior in this house! I forbid it!" But even as Susan said this, she felt her pussy tingle more urgently with delight. Her whole body tingled and her nipples in particular demanded to be squeezed and sucked. She was filled with the desire to throw caution to the wind and fling herself across the room so she could wrap her lips around her son's proud rod. It was only the fear of Ron coming home and catching her that held her back.
Suzanne still had a few gobs of cum on her face from Alan's first climax and a lot more from his second climax. Now that Susan was staring at Suzanne (since her face was still inches from the top of Alan's dick and in fact was still blowing lightly on it) she was electrified by seeing all that dripping cum. She wanted to be painted just like that with her son's sperm. And if she couldn't have that, at the very least she had the urge to help Suzanne lick the cum off of her face. She ran her own hands over her own face, as if feeling for cum gobs there.
She thought, It feels so good to be naked in front of my son. But I really won't feel right until I have him cum in my tummy and more on my face! Then my Tiger will know for sure that I'm his and only his.
Suzanne changed Susan's meaning by correcting, "No cocksucking Alan's big erection in front of you when your husband is in danger of coming home. Fair enough. I can agree to that." Seeing the hungry look in Susan's eyes, she added, "But what are we going to do about all this cum? As you know, really the only way to get rid of his cum is to eat it. He keeps filling my mouth to the brim. I've got so much sperm in my tummy that I feel full. Would you like to take care of the leftovers on my face? I feel greedy eating all of it." She scooped a big gob of cum off of her cheek and presented the gob-soaked finger to Susan.
"Um... No... Yummy... No... I really shouldn't..." Susan blushed a deep red, and closed her eyes in embarrassment. She covered her pussy with her hands and was shocked to feel how wet and swampy she was down there. Her pussy pulsed hard in time to her heartbeat.
"Okay then. More for me!" Suzanne laughed with glee, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She swiped another gob into her mouth and acted so delighted at the taste that it looked like a huge orgasm hit her.
Susan stared back and forth between Alan's stiff erection (still being held and lightly stroked) and Suzanne's cum soaked face. With her hands over her pussy her big urge right now was to finger herself and reach the climax she felt to be so close at hand.
But with her last shreds of willpower, she wordlessly opened the door and staggered off to her bedroom. She was almost too weak in the knees to walk and the hallway seemed to shift around on its own as if she was drunk.
She finally made it to her room, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground. With a loud cry that Alan and Suzanne could easily hear, she plunged three fingers into her hot box and got the orgasmic satisfaction she desperately needed.
Then she got up to cool herself off with a cold shower. As her orgasmic high faded, feelings of shame and humiliation welled up. She realized with embarrassment that she'd left her blouse and skirt on the floor of Alan's bedroom and prayed that Suzanne would take care of that before Ron found out. She was too frightened to go back to Alan's room for fear of losing control.
After Susan left, Suzanne was all smiles. She licked her way all around Alan's penis head a couple of times and then looked up into his eyes. "Good job, Sweetie. That went just as I'd hoped. Now we've got all these inches of cock to take care of. So very many inches of mouthwatering fuck meat! Whatever will I do with them?" Showing remarkable agility, she wrapped her long tongue halfway around his shaft and stroked it up and down, just like it was a finger.
Alan just groaned and sighed contentedly as Suzanne unleashed her incredible oral talents on him.
CHAPTER 9
That evening, Ron came home and the whole Plummer family had dinner together. In the end, Susan had spoken to Alan and he'd given her permission to wear a bra and panties while Ron was there. She felt relieved, but ironically it didn't help reduce her arousal much. Even though she was fully dressed, she kept imagining what it would be like to not have any underwear on when she was around him. Would he find out? Would he notice? What kind of humiliating things might Alan "force" her to do around him? She was so distracted and fidgety that everyone made note of it, even Ron.
But after dinner, Ron left the house to spend time with some business partners. Alan and Katherine both had plans with their friends too, so Susan was left temporarily alone.
But not for long. Suzanne came over and tried her best to build on what Susan had seen earlier in the day and get Susan even more sexually excited for her son. Suzanne realized that every time Susan had an intense sexual experience with her son, there was always a backlash. But she was getting better at being there at the right time and talking with her extensively to minimize the intensity of the backlash.
The truth was, Suzanne could talk Eskimos into buying refrigerators, and then sell them some snow to put in it. Because Susan trusted Suzanne implicitly, she didn't even comprehend what was happening. For instance, that morning Susan had woken with a vague understanding that all the females frequenting the Plummer house would try not to wear underwear, to help Alan with visual stimulation. By the time Suzanne was done with her post-dinner talk, Susan was convinced that Alan had issued an ironclad order that gave him complete control over what Susan could wear or not wear. To wear underwear without getting permission at least from Suzanne, or better, Alan, was now all but unthinkable.
But no matter what Suzanne said or did, she still had huge hurdles to overcome. It was like the myth of Sisyphus, where every time a bolder was pushed to the top of a mountain it would roll back down again and one would have to start all over. Susan believed deep down that incest was wrong and adultery was wrong. Suzanne could get Susan to lose control for a little while, but Susan's underlying guilt simply would not go away.
This distressed Suzanne because she genuinely wanted her best friend to be happy. She felt that curing her from her "religious mumbo jumbo" beliefs was the key to her happiness, and she longed to finally unchain Susan's sexuality and let it loose, the way Suzanne loved living a sexually uninhibited life. She vowed to keep pushing and pushing until she could make a permanent change in Susan's psyche, using Susan's lust for her son as the main lever.
After they'd talked a while on a big range of issues, Suzanne pointed out, "It won't be long now until your husband leaves."
"I know. Thursday. Yet another short trip." After a long pause, Susan admitted, "You know, I can't say I'll be sad to see him go, especially finding out about his cheating. In fact, I'm counting the days. By the way, just how are you so sure about that? He's my husband, and now that the initial shock is over, I think it's only fair that you tell me."
Suzanne didn't want to tell Susan the whole truth; she knew Susan still wasn't ready for that. But she decided to tell her a mostly true account of some of it. "Well, as you know, I've cheated on my husband for years now. And maybe there's truth in the saying that it takes one to know one. I could just tell. His sexual neglect of you, for instance, was such a huge sign. So finally, I decided to check my suspicions. I figured what he was doing took place out of town since he's so rarely in town in the first place. So I did a little snooping around your house - sorry about that, by the way - and I found some of his old cell phone bills. There were lots of phone calls overseas and I'm sure you never gave the numbers on them a second thought."
"No. He has to call people all over the world as part of his work."
"I know. But I called up a few of the Thailand ones at random using a wrong number type ruse. Can you think of any reason why he has to call massage parlors? Frankly, some of the places didn't even use the pretense of pretending to be a massage parlor."
Susan held her hands over her open mouth and gasped. "Really?!"
"Would I lie to you?" Remembering all her recent lies to her best friend, she said, "Well, okay, to tell the truth I do tell little white lies here and there. But I would never lie about something like this, I swear to God. We can even go to the den and look 'cos I'm sure there are more bills that'll show the same. The thing is, he knows how trusting you are, so he's sloppy. He hardly even bothers to cover his tracks."
"How long have you known?"
"Well, to be honest, I've all but known for years. You marriage has just been so... off. But I didn't actually check the phone bills until shortly after he left last time. That was what? Nine months ago?"
"Why didn't you tell me last Monday?!"
"Well, I thought about it, but the fact was I didn't think you were ready. Think how devastated you would have been. But then, when Alan's medical treatment started, that changed things. And when Ron unexpectedly came back, that forced my hand. I wasn't going to let you sleep with him after he's been to God only knows how many skanky massage parlors. Frankly, I don't even like the idea of you kissing him."
"What does Alan's medical treatment have to do with it?"
Honestly, finding out about Ron's cheating was one reason why Suzanne had decided to actually go through with the six times a day scheme in the first place, because she no longer had to feel bad if she broke up Susan's marriage, and she knew Susan would need a replacement right away. Luckily, Alan was turning eighteen soon and that was the last piece that fell in place for her scheme to go forward.
But she couldn't explain any of that. Instead, she again gave a limited selection of true statements. "Susan, think about how crushed you would have been if you would have found out about this nine months ago. I know you. You would have been absolutely devastated. Even a week or two ago, it would have been really bad. But now, I tell you these things, and you're hurt and disappointed, yes, but it wasn't that big of a deal, considering your two decades of marriage. You hardly even cried. Why?"
"You're right. But I don't know why."
Suzanne explained confidently, "Because you've found a new mate in Alan. You're a very giving person. You find satisfaction in helping and serving. True, Alan and you already loved each other, but now you have a new vital connection with him. Remember what I said about how handjobs and blowjobs can serve as a bonding mechanism? The more loads your son shoots down your throat, the more the love between you grows. I've been waiting for that new bond to strengthen before hitting you with the depressing evidence."
Susan thought about that for a while. Then she said, "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying. I do feel this new bonding, and it has helped me quickly get over Ron's cheating. But the whole thing is screwed up, because Alan is my SON! And I'm still married! I mean, it's not like I can divorce Ron and marry Alan, so all of this is lunacy. It's a mirage! It's like.... I lost something real with Ron and I'm clinging to a mirage of a lifeboat to save me!"
Seeing that Susan was starting to get despondent and was even on her way to becoming hysterical, Suzanne cut in. "It's not like that at all. Your marriage to Ron is the mirage. It's fake. All hat, no cattle. The love between you and Alan is what's real. I've cried inside watching you try for years - YEARS - to make a real emotional connection with a man who was only interested in you as a symbol of a wife! He doesn't appreciate you and he never will. I don't have to argue that because you know I'm right."
Susan fought back tears. "True, maybe there's some truth there, but I made a marriage vow way back when to stick with him for better or for worse. It's my bad luck that I'm stuck with the worse part."
"Bah! When he cheated on you so much he made that marriage contract null and void. I'm not going to let you quietly suffer the rest of your life. Am I not your best friend? Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Yes you are, and not often."
"Well then, trust me. Everything is going to work out, I promise. In fact, I feel better about your future now than I ever have before. There's a new sexy Susan coming to life, and I think she's great!"
"You do?" Susan pouted. "I don't know about that. The new sinful Susan, maybe. The shame of the family, bound straight to Hell or prison, unable to look herself in the eye slutty Susan, is more like it." She sighed. "No wonder Ron cheats on me. I'm a hopeless case."
"Susan, may I remind you that Ron effectively abandoned you, AND starting cheating on you, years and years before the new sexy Susan showed up? You should be proud of yourself! You've had misplaced loyalties and now things are coming together like they should be."
Susan sighed. "Well, Ron may be slutting it up with half of Thailand, but unfortunately I can't do much about it. I'm just a homemaker. Angel and Tiger are poised to go to good colleges and these days that'll cost a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Where is the money going to come from, if not from Ron?"
"Don't you remember what I told you before? You don't have to worry about any of that. And if worse comes to worse with money, I'll be there for you." Suzanne grasped her best friend's hand and squeezed it tightly. "We're a team, aren't we?"
Susan squeezed back, but without much enthusiasm. "Thanks. We are." She added with more spirit, "You're such a good friend. Where would I be without you?" Then she lifted her head hopefully. "Do you think... Is there any chance all those massage parlor visits could just be to really get a massage?"
Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Susan, this is Bangkok we're talking about. Sex tourism capital of the world. Most of the girls in those massage parlors don't even know HOW to give a massage. Believe me, I know things that you don't want to know. Sorry."
"Dammit!"
"Hey!" Suzanne said brightly. "I've got an idea. When we're down in the dumps, what better way to pick ourselves up than play dress up?"
"Dress up? I've never played dress up with you. Or anyone else for that matter. In fact, I've been doing far too much dressing down lately."
"That was the old Susan, the prudish Susan. The new sexy Susan just loves playing dress up. Basically, we'll go to your room and just try on some clothes. I'll bring over a big bunch of mine and you can try those on too since we're the exact same size."
"And?" Susan complained. "So what if we do?"
"The goal is to find some really sexy outfits that'll make Alan especially hot and hard. Just think. When Ron leaves, you're going to want to dress more sexily than the kind of clothes you're wearing now, right?"
"Yeah, sure, but within moderation. I'm not going to get carried away like I did before."
"Fair enough. But you will need to wear new things, especially since it's not just up to you what you're going to wear any more. What if Alan says to you, 'Mom, I want you to wear something so hot that just one glance at you will make me cum in my shorts.' What would you wear?"
"I don't know," Susan said, newly alarmed at not having anything that sexy to wear.
"Well, let's go upstairs and figure it out. You know these friends of Ron and how he gets when he starts drinking. He won't be back for hours."
So they went to Susan's bedroom and tried on some clothes. At first, Susan remained depressed and disengaged, but Suzanne slowly got her to loosen up. Knowing that Alan was the key to Susan's new sexuality, Suzanne kept the focus on Alan and talked in increasingly explicit terms. With the goal being to get him hard, she began describing the clothes they tried on in terms of his penis. For instance, she called a great outfit "an extra incher" for making his erection grow an extra inch more than normal, and a really great outfit was a "two extra incher."
Suzanne also brought a bottle of red wine along and made sure Susan drank her fair share. Before long, the clothes chosen grew more daring. Soon they were taking their underwear off and on as much as their outer clothes. Suzanne kept coming up with more explicit terminology to discuss the clothes. For instance, after one outfit looked especially good on Susan, she said, "Girl, he'll definitely fill your mouth with cum after seeing that one!" After another even sexier one, she fanned herself and said, "He's gonna squirt a whole gallon of sticky goo down your throat, if you wear that!"
Susan found herself getting into it and ate up all the compliments. She decided that she absolutely loved playing dress up. By and by, the fact that they were naked more often than clothed ceased to bother her and she would take the outfits on and off quickly so she could get back to a state of nakedness.
At one point when they were trying out some of Suzanne's sexiest lacy bras, Susan asked out of the blue, "Suzanne, which one of us really has the bigger chest? I mean, I know we wear the same bra size, but one of us has to be bigger, if only a little. Who is it?"
"I honestly have no idea," Suzanne answered in all truthfulness. "It's so close it doesn't really matter. But why don't we find out?"
"Okay," Susan said giddily. The wine was having a strong effect, especially since she hardly ever drank.
Suzanne had never sensed any lesbian vibes from Susan before, but she was sensing one now. Deciding to test her luck, she suggested, "I don't have a tape measure on me, so why don't we use the hand method? Put your hands on your own, get a sense of the size, and then put your hands on mine."
It was hardly the most accurate way to measure boobs, but Susan felt so tipsy and sexy that she couldn't think straight and thought it sounded reasonable. She hesitated, but Suzanne thrust her tits out provocatively.
Susan finally couldn't resist the sight. She told herself it was okay since both of them wore bras, so all she was doing was touching bras.
Once Susan had her hand on one of Suzanne's tits, she found she wanted more, and began to overtly grope both of Suzanne's boobs with both hands. She switched back to play with her own, and then returned to Suzanne's. But she didn't consciously think of what she was doing as a sexual act, it was more a case of having seen Suzanne's breasts for so many years and wanting to find out what they felt like. At least, that's what she told herself.
"So whose are bigger?" Suzanne asked after a while.
"I don't know. It's hard to tell." Susan continued to fondle Suzanne's tits, hindered only by Suzanne's lacy bra.
Suzanne did all she could to nonverbally encourage her best friend. She was disappointed that Susan was avoiding the nipples, but she didn't want to push her too hard.
"You know," Susan finally said, "this reminds me of Akami's breast checks."
Suzanne asked with false naiveté, "Oh, you know how to do those? I don't. Can you do a check for me?"
For some reason that seemed to scare Susan, as she recalled how she lost control in Akami's office during an attempted breast check. So she took her hands away. Then she said, "I think it's time to say goodnight. Thanks for the fun evening."
Suzanne thought she'd pushed enough on that for now. However, being less drunk and more alert, she'd noticed that someone else had come home because she heard the garage door opening and closing. She knew Alan had borrowed the other car, not Katherine, so she hoped and assumed it was him.
Suzanne said, "No, thank YOU for the fun evening. Wasn't it fun, though? I'm so happy to be best friends not only with the old Susan, but with the new Susan too. The new Susan is going to have a lot more fun than the other one ever did. But what outfit do you think Alan liked best? We can't leave here until we decide that."
There were piles of clothes spread out all over the bed and every other available spot. Susan looked them all over. "I don't know. I mean, your clothes, obviously. Mine suck. But there are so many to choose from."
"Well, why don't you pick the ten or so best outfits and I'll be back in a minute."
Still dressed in just her lacy underwear, just like Susan, Suzanne left the room and went down the hallway to Alan's room. She knocked on the door. At the last second she realized he might have some friends over or even could have found a girl to bring home, but by then it was too late.
Luckily, Alan opened the door and there was no one else there but him.
Suzanne scanned the room and then focused her sexy gaze on him. "Sweetie! You're home. I'm so glad it's you. Your mother and I need some help. Do you have a minute?"
"Sure. What is it?" He found himself walking down the hall trying to catch up to Suzanne.
Just before she reached Susan's bedroom door she said in a low voice, "You said you don't want plotting, you like surprises. Well, consider this a surprise. I don't know what'll happen exactly either, but your mother is in an ... interesting mood."
She winked at him and then opened the door.
CHAPTER 10
Susan was happily laying out clothes when she heard the door open and turned to show Suzanne something.
Then she saw Alan. She immediately dropped what she was holding and covered her bra-clad chest with both arms. "Oh no! Suzanne! You didn't! Why'd you bring him in here?!"
"Susan, what's wrong?" Suzanne asked cluelessly. "Don't you want to see your loving son? I noticed he just got home and I was thinking if we're picking out what he thinks the sexiest outfits are, why don't we just cut to the chase and ask him?"
Susan, now blushing, protested, "But Suzanne! Don't you remember what happened earlier? I went to his room to ask him a simple question and somehow I found myself all naked and wet. Er, uh I mean naked. I just don't have the self control."
Alan said, "Sorry, Mom. It would have been fun to see you try on all those clothes, but I understand. Should I go?"
"Sorry, but I think that would be best," Susan said solemnly.
But Suzanne stepped in the middle of it. "What?! You've got to me kidding me. Sweetie, you're not going anywhere. Susan, what's this about not having control? If you have a demon you can't run from it, you need to face it head on."
Susan brought her arms down and sat forlornly at the edge of her bed. She stared at the floor. "Well, the thing is, I'm going through a difficult phase. Tiger, you know I enjoyed helping you with your medical treatments and I'll be willing to help again, especially since I'm the only one who can do the abnormality checks, but right now I'm just loving your erection a little bit too much! A lot a bit too much, actually. I'm so obsessed with it that it actually frightens me."
"Uh-oh," Suzanne said. She sat next to Susan and motioned for Alan to take a nearby seat too. "Susan, we can't have you be frightened of it. That's not good at all. I'm gonna need your help with all that sucking and stroking, and soon. You can't flake out on me like this."
"I'm sorry, Suzanne, but it's true! Look what happened to me this afternoon. Every time I see it I somehow end up with at least my boobs hanging out, if not all breathless and naked! Despite all that Ron did to me, I can't cheat on him when he's here. If nothing else, it's a matter of self-respect. I can't respect myself if I do that."
Suzanne thought for a bit, and then said, "I have an idea. Susan, you remember your intro Psych class in college?"
"Yeah." Susan had gone to a community college briefly but then she met Ron and dropped out to get married and have children.
"Do you remember all the stuff about behavioral conditioning? Pavlov's dog and all that?"
"Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, recall how they teach people to get over phobias these days. They mucked about in the dark for a long time but in recent decades they have a method that's nearly guaranteed to work. If a person is scared of, say, snakes, the only way to get them over that fear is by putting them in close proximity with snakes. Oh, they don't dump them in a room full of snakes or something like that; that would be counter productive. No, they put them in the same room as the snake, but the snake is in a cage and on the opposite side of the room. Slowly but surely they bring the snake closer and closer. After a long time, eventually the person can be right next to the caged snake and feel only the usual amount of fear. The phobia is over. The key is familiarly. The more familiar you are with something, the less scary it is."
"I don't like where you're going with this," a worried Susan said.
"I know. You're way ahead of me. But really, it's the only way. You just need to be around Alan's big erection a lot and you won't get all panicky about it. Just think how you lost your cool this afternoon. Do you think that would happen to you if you'd already seen his erection a thousand times before?"
"No, probably not," Susan admitted.
"You see? And we can kill two birds with one stone. You can try on your sexiest outfits and we can see EXACTLY how Alan's penis reacts to it. If there really are any 'extra incher' outfits, we'll actually be able to find out. What do you say?"
Susan knew the idea wasn't prudent, but she just couldn't resist. "Well... On one condition. These things have a way of getting out of control lately. I'd do it as long as both of you promise that I won't actually end up touching Alan's member. I have a nightmarish vision of losing control again and... Well, it's not good!"
Susan was going to say: I have a nightmarish vision of losing control again and having Ron come to his bed to go to sleep only to find me on my knees with his son's dick down his wife's throat. Not good! But she refrained from saying that since it just seemed too strange of a thing to say with Alan right there listening.
Suzanne looked at Alan. "We can promise that, can't we?"
"Sure, Mom. Whatever you say. You set the boundaries."
Suzanne clapped her hands, signaling the end of this line of conversation. "Good! Susan, you pick out a dress and put it on and Alan you flop out your big ol' pussy splitter and wave it around."
Susan complained, "Suzanne! Do you have to be so vulgar?"
Suzanne said with a straight face. "I'm sorry. Vagina penetrator. Is that better?"
Susan just sighed. "Not by much." Picking out her second favorite outfit, she asked, "Can I change in the bathroom?"
Suzanne replied, "Susan another phobia of yours we need to get over is this fear of nudity. So I vote no."
"Well I vote yes," Susan said.
"What do you think, Alan?" asked Suzanne.
Alan just wanted to see more nudity, so he answered while trying to look thoughtful about it, "Mom, I think Suzanne's got a good point. Let's try to get over this phobia of yours."
Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. Somehow I knew this would happen."
So Susan started trying on different outfits in front of Alan.
Suzanne just watched; there was no need for her to try on different things to increase her sexiness because she was already maxing out on whatever sexiness scale one could use to measure.
Susan was already more than a little tipsy and aroused before Alan arrived, so it didn't take her long at all to get in the spirit of things. Within minutes, she was practically dancing around as she went from outfit to outfit like a kid who had the complete run of a toy store. Half the time she was naked and she spent as much of the rest of the time modeling various underwear combos as she did modeling actual clothes.
Alan honestly loved everything she picked out, and he showered her with compliments. That was the biggest aphrodisiac of all for Susan, and it inspired her to get more daring in what she wore and how she moved about the room.
Seeing that things were progressing swimmingly, within minutes Suzanne started stroking Alan's erection. Though Susan gave the inevitable protest, Suzanne quickly squelched it by saying that this was part of the conditioning to get rid of Susan's supposed penis "phobia."
Suzanne gradually transitioned from stroking Alan's penis to blowing on it, to licking it, to bobbing up and down on it.
By this time, Susan was flying so high that her protests were exceptionally feeble. She quickly got used to the fact that Suzanne was blowing her son right in front of her.
Suzanne decided to up the ante. After Susan had gone through her most liked outfits and undies and was standing naked while decided what to wear next, Suzanne said to her, "Susan, I think you're progressing wonderfully. We may even be able to cure your penis phobia tonight. I want you to drop to your knees and crawl here just like you're going to suck your son's cock."
"What?!"
"Trust me, this is all part of the treatment."
Susan was so horny that she was looking for any excuse to do it. "Well, if you think it's so important. But I'm not going to put it in my mouth, right? You promised."
"No. Of course not. The idea is to get over your fear through close proximity. Just like the snake example. Come get close to the snake."
Susan obligingly got down on her knees. She came to within about a foot of the tip of his penis head and stopped.
Suzanne had been deliberately sitting way back and now she sat up, bringing Alan with her. She licked Alan's shaft from the side so Susan could get a completely unimpaired view of it from what was now only about three inches from the tip of her nose.
The smell of cum was overwhelming and the slippery sound of Suzanne's hand jacking near the base seemed louder that a freight train in the otherwise completely quiet room. Susan could even hear the sound of Suzanne's long tongue gently licking its way back and forth.
"Oh my!" said a wide-eyed Susan, sitting up on her knees. "That's close! What a big and scary snake, too. Is it going to bite me?"
Suzanne liked the snake metaphor and ran with it. "No, but you've heard of spitting cobras? This one might just spit on you. Though it's not really spitting, more like turning on a faucet full blast."
"I know, I know! Don't remind me. I saw him blast your face this afternoon. God, that was a lot of spermy goodness!"
Suzanne replied, "If you think that was good, just imagine how good I feel right now!" < lick lick > "Look at my Sweetie. Look at him! Look how happy his face is. Look how long and hard his cock is." < lick lick > "Is that not a cock worthy of serving?" < lick lick lick > "Don't you wish you were me?" < lick lick >
Susan cried out, "You know I do!"
Suzanne just kept on, "Don't you wish that could be your hand, sloshing all over his pre-cum?"
Susan screamed, "YES! So help me God, but YES!" She couldn't help herself: if she couldn't reach forward to join in the licking, then at least she had to frig her pussy. She began blatantly pounding two fingers in and out of her wet slit.
Suzanne continued to taunt her. "And look at this endurance, this crazy endurance of his! If you want a load..."
While Suzanne slurped and licked and stroked, Susan gasped out, "Oh yes! Yes! So big! So good!" being so close to the tip but not being able to put her lips on it was torture, but just barely bearable because she was able to jill herself. Her fingers were a blur.
"You want to lick it with me, don't you? It needs two tongues!"
"Please! Please! Can I?" She scooted closer, looking for a way to join in.
All of the sudden, Suzanne stopped all her pleasuring motions and stood up. She pulled a very confused Alan up with her.
Now Alan's dick was further from Susan and she instinctively reached out for it.
But Suzanne blocked her hand before she could reach it. "Whoop! What are you doing? No touching, remember?"
"Hey. I made the no touching rule and I can break it. I officially say touching it is okay! Especially my mouth on my son's cock! I vote a big 'YES' to that kind of touching."
But Suzanne was being tough all of a sudden. "Nope. Sorry. This concludes our first lesson in getting over your penis phobia. Do you feel better? Are you still afraid?"
"Afraid? Are you kidding me? I want to love it and lick it and please it forever and ever! Why won't you let me?!"
"Sorry. You're the one who instituted the no touching rule. Remember Ron? What about Ron?"
Susan calmed down a bit, but just a bit. "Oh, poo! Ron. Stupid Ron. Cheating Ron! Like I care a rat's ass about Ron! I don't care if this IS his bedroom; I wanna get slutty with my son's cock, right here, right now! It'll serve my weasel of a husband right if I play with the snake!"
"No, sorry. I can't let you break the rules."
Alan looked at Suzanne incredulously. He said urgently, "Um, this is Susan's house and she does set the rules. If she wants to change the rules, what can we do about it?" He was definitely thinking with his dick. "I especially like the idea about both of you licking together. Can we try that?"
But Suzanne had a plan in mind. She knew she could increase Susan's desire more by letting her almost get what she wanted but not quite reach it than to give it to her right away. So she said, "I'm sorry but a promise is a promise. I made a promise earlier tonight and I'm gonna keep to it."
Both Alan and Susan let out a simultaneous disappointed "Awww..." They were both coming down from being exceedingly close to orgasms. Almost anything could have triggered Alan off at this point, but Suzanne was just standing next to him, not only not touching his erection, but also making sure no one else touched it either.
In fact, Suzanne was the key to Alan's growing endurance reputation. She knew when he was right on the verge and when to pull back at just the right moment, and now was one of those times. It often seemed like Alan could remain hard forever, but that was just an illusion because of expertly timed breaks. She hoped that in time Alan would learn her methods and discover when to take the breaks as well. However, knowing when to take a break wasn't as hard as having the willpower to actually do it.
CHAPTER 11
Suzanne continued to lecture, "Susan, you're frustrated now, but tomorrow you'll thank me. This is what we're doing, learning to increase your self-control so you can become better and better at your job as being one of Alan's top cocksuckers."
Alan thought. "Top?" "One of?" Damn, I love the way Suzanne thinks!
Suzanne said, "You don't REALLY want Ron to catch you with your son's cock halfway down your throat, do you? Think how messy that would be."
The wind was knocked out of Susan's sails as she let out a huge sigh. "No. I suppose not."
"Then we need to move on to lesson two. Since you say your self-control is not the greatest, we need to prepare you for situations where you might get out of control and might end up in a compromising position. Susan, come here and pretend to be stroking Alan's cock as he stands here."
Susan scooted over, but paused before him. "Pretend? How do I pretend?"
"Place your hand around his shaft, but don't actually touch it. Just keep your fingers about an inch off of it and slide your hand up and down and pretend that you're stroking it."
Susan complained, "But that's torture! Sheer torture!"
It was torture for Alan too. He could feel the air moving all around his erection, but that was all. Still, he kept quiet. He knew Suzanne was up to something and didn't want to ruin whatever it was.
Suzanne replied to Susan, "Hey, you're the one who made us give the no touching promise. Now, I'm going to leave the room and walk back into it. Imagine that I'm... Brad."
Susan asked, "Why Brad? Why not, say, Ron?"
Actually, Suzanne had been about to say "Ron" but at the last second decided that might bring up too many Oedipal issues that could interfere with the uncontrollable carnality she was aiming at, for Susan as well as Alan, especially given that Alan was right there. For similar reasons, she didn't even want to say why she didn't pick Ron. So instead she just said, "Think about it: what man is most likely to walk in on you? Ron is always overseas, Eric has his head stuck up his ass and would never leave his easy chair if he didn't have to come and go to work. That leaves Brad. He could stroll through the gate between our back yards at any time, though thank the Lord he hasn't done that lately."
"True," Susan admitted. "Just thinking about it, I get scared!"
"That's one reason why we're practicing, so you have a chance to think these things through. Now, if everyone's ready to start, let's do it. Instead of a sweaty, disheveled, and naked big-titted gal, imagine I'm a scruffy and surly boy all dressed in black. And I can't do his voice justice so just use your imagination and pretend my scratchy voice is his smooth one. Okay?"
Susan had her hand poised right over Alan's erection as she asked, "So wait. What do we do when you come in then?"
"Well, that's what we're role-playing about. You'll find out. Okay, here we go."
Suzanne turned around and walked out the door.
The second she turned, Susan grasped Alan's erection and began really stroking it. She muttered under her breath just loud enough for Alan to hear, "Forget this pretend stuff, I need some real cock!"
But within twenty or so seconds, Suzanne came back in and Susan was forced to move her hand to the pretend stroking position. She didn't know what would happen if she was caught "cheating" by Suzanne, but she didn't want to find out.
Suzanne walked in and said in a gruff voice, "What's going on here?!"
Susan found it easy to imagine that it really was Brad and her entire body shivered in fright. But she had no idea what to do. She was completely naked and so was her son. Furthermore, she was on her knees with her hand around his erection. Needing to say something, she burst out with, "Brad! It's not like it looks!"
Suzanne walked closer and switched out of her Brad role. "Good start. But if it's not like it looks, what is it, then?"
Susan said in a panicky voice, "I don't know! I can't think of anything even remotely plausible."
Suzanne replied. "Hmmm. Tough one. So our first conclusion can be, if you think you might get caught, don't get completely naked. ... Why don't you tell him you're giving Alan the birds and the bees talk?"
"Okay, I'll try that."
Suzanne walked back out and walked back in. She bellowed again, "What's going on here?!"
Susan turned to "Brad" and said, "It's not what you think! I'm giving Alan a frank talk about sex!"
"What?! You've got to be kidding me!"
"No, I'm not. He's eighteen and he doesn't know the first thing about a woman! I even have to show him what a handjob is!"
Suzanne, knowing her son, went with the role. "Whoa! Alan, I must say that sounds kind of pathetic, but also kind of ... cool. Damn, with a mother looking like Susan all I can say is, congratulations, you lucky dog!"
Now Suzanne was the one forced to deal with uncomfortable incest issues as it occurred to her, If Brad might congratulate Alan for getting a handjob from his hot mother, he might equally be delighted to get a handjob from his own hot mother - ME! Shit! I have no intention of that ever happening and it's not going to ever happen because, amongst other things, it would completely ruin my Plummer family plans. In any case, I don't know if that's how he'd react. I was just going with the moment. I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong!
Suzanne was frozen with her mouth half open and about to speak when she was hit with these thoughts. But then she snapped to, stepped out of her role, and said, "Etcetera, etcetera. Good start."
Susan asked, "Do you really think that'll fly? Brad's not going to mind?! Would he actually believe that?"
"Frankly, probably not. I was just trying to channel how a horny teenaged boy might react, but all the wine and nakedness could be skewing my answer. The truth is, sadly, I can't get into my son's head and I don't know how he thinks. For all I know, he might just walk up to Alan and start punching him. But at least now we're thinking about the issue. And Susan, you can see that a bad answer is better than no answer at all. At least you have some plausible deniability. You and I can discuss what you might say to Brad later."
CHAPTER 12
Recomposing herself, Suzanne said authoritatively, "Now, since we don't have the foggiest idea how Brad would react, why don't we switch the scenario to someone who we CAN predict how they'll react? And just to make absolutely sure about the response, we'll switch to a pretend blowjob. That way there's no chance in Hell the lame 'birds and the bees talk' will fly. You'll have to think of something better to at least keep her wrath in check."
"'Her?'" Alan asked. "Who are we talking about now?"
Suzanne grinned wolfishly. "Why, Christine, of course. Who better to go completely ballistic? Both of you will have to be very fast thinkers and convincing talkers to prevent her from going into martial arts mode and slicing and dicing you two. Though of course we won't carry the scenario that far."
Susan blanched. "I don't know. This is scary. I hear she can be really mean when she gets in a rage."
Suzanne smiled. "That's why we're practicing, so you can deal with even someone like her. Look at the plus side: at least you won't have to make the mental stretch of imagining me as a man. In fact, I do believe her breasts are just about the same size as mine. Just imagine my hair is blonde and straight with those weird curly locks of hers hanging down her front, and I AM Christine! Are you ready?"
Everyone nodded.
However, Susan was still just sitting there with her hand almost but not quite wrapping itself around her son's erection.
Suzanne walked forward and said, "Time out. Susan, I said this was a pretend blowjob situation. So remove your hand..."
Susan did, but said in a pitiful voice, "Awww..."
"Well, to be nice, I'll let you hold his cock so you can keep it in place."
Susan immediately gasped it tightly with both hands. She let out a sigh of contentment as she did.
Suzanne continued, "Remember, though, no stroking. You just need to do that because you're going to have to keep his cock extremely still. Now, lean forward and put the cock head in your mouth. But no touching!"
Susan did that, or at least she tried to. In fact, Alan's penis head was so big that it was an effort to fit it in her mouth at all. She opened her jaw as wide as humanly possible and yet it was still touching the sides, though there was a little bit of room above and below.
She looked at Suzanne expectantly while holding that position, hoping for some change in orders. She wanted to say something but she couldn't even mumble while her mouth was stretched so far open.
Suzanne said, "Good. Now, can you keep that position for a couple of minutes?"
Susan wanted to shake her head no, but she couldn't even do that due to the erection in the way. Finding the position impossible to hold any longer, she said, "No." But in so doing, she moved her jaw some and brought her lips closer together. Without really intending to do so, she found her lips securely locked around her son's dick.
The temptation of having it so close but not being able to suck it was more than she could bear and she gave in completely. One second, she was closing her jaw a little to say, "No," the next second she was sucking on it contentedly while her hand that had been holding it in place began frantically stroking up and down his pre-cum slicked surface.
Suzanne bellowed, "Time out, time out! Hold on! Susan, STOP! Stop this instant!"
Susan reluctantly complied and pulled her face away from the tempting target (although now she was holding it with both hands and gently sliding her fingers back and forth as much as she thought she could get away with). She complained, "Suzanne, this is just impossible! It's too big and thick and delicious! How do you expect me to just hold my lips around it like that?!"
"Oh, come on. It's not that difficult. And it's not THAT big, either. If I can do it, you can do it. Here, let me show you how it's done."
So Susan moved to the side to give Suzanne room to come in, but she found she couldn't completely let go of her grip on the based of his erection. So, as she continued to stroke, she gave the feeble excuse, "Here, while you're busy with that, I'll help keep it steady."
Suzanne sarcastically rolled her eyes. "Thanks." But she let Susan keep stroking, since after all the entire point of the exercise was to get Susan so aroused that her willpower broke down. Plus, she found it as arousing as all get out to blow Alan while Susan stroked him.
Finally in position on her heels, Suzanne looked up into Alan's eyes. "Ready, Sweetie?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Suzanne leaned forward and took all of Alan's penis head in her mouth, just like Susan had done. But somehow she was able to make her jaw open even more and no part of her lips touched him anywhere.
"That's incredible!" Susan exclaimed. "How can you do that?"
Even more remarkably, Suzanne was somewhat able to talk while keeping her jaw more or less in place. "Paaatith, paaatith, paaatith."
Alan was huffing and puffing with excitement, but managed to say, "I think she said, 'Practice, practice, practice,' Mom."
"I guessed that. But look! She even has room on the underside to stick her tongue out, too! Only now she's using it to lick the sensitive underside. Suzanne, no fair! That's cheating!" She added to herself, And it's no fair you have such a long tongue. Tiger's gonna run to you first for all his cocksucking needs.
Suzanne grinned and pulled away entirely. Able to speak again, she said, "Oops. Sorry. But then again, the no touching rule doesn't apply to me, just to you." She conveniently ignored the way Susan's hand was "holding" Alan's rod in an increasingly vigorous manner.
Standing up again, she said to Susan, "Now you try it again. You and I have basically the same curvy bodies, the same mouths, so if I can do it, you can too."
So Susan resumed the position Suzanne had just vacated. She didn't really do any better than before and her lips touched on both sides.
But the effort seemed to satisfy Suzanne, who said, "Good. Now keep holding it like that."
The position was pure torture for Susan, though. It wasn't opening her jaw so wide and for so long that bothered her, it was the inability to suck. All the stroking she was able to do at the same time only increased her need and desire to coax a big sticky load down her throat instead of lessened it.
But as soon as Suzanne turned her back and walked away to start the role-play, Susan started licking. She was careful to keep her tongue inside her lips though, to make sure that Suzanne couldn't see.
There was no doubt that Alan could feel what she was doing, though. He was already sweating from all the excitement and found his heart pounding even more than before. It was difficult to start with for him keep flexing his PC muscles so as not to climax, but on top of that he had to try to not to visibly show how good Susan's insanely pleasurable tongue licking felt. He somehow managed, but just barely. The strain showed on his increasingly sweaty face.
Suzanne turned around at the door and came back towards where Susan and Alan were sitting. Pretending to be Christine finally, she said, "Alan, just what the hell is going on?! Is that Susan, your mother?!"
Alan was just barely hanging on so he couldn't get it together enough to respond.
Susan didn't respond either. In fact, it was remarkable she could process Suzanne's words at all. Her entire world now was the big erection in her mouth. She was struggling with all her might not to give up the struggle and suck on her son's tasty dick for all she was worth. But imagining an irate Christine ready to kick her ass, she managed to get by with her surreptitious licking and stroking. It didn't occur to her to simply pull away from his crotch altogether now that she'd supposedly been caught.
Since neither of the others was speaking, Suzanne continued her pretend Christine rant. "Alan, can't you hear me?! I said, isn't that your own mother?! My God, what kind of depraved perversion am I seeing here?! Alan, you have your very own mother naked and on her knees, sucking on your giant cock! And she won't stop for anyone or anything until she get a big delicious load blasting down her throat! You two, stop it right now!"
The words startled Alan enough to get him to look over at "Christine." He managed to point out, "Hey, look who's talking? Why are you naked?"
In their role-play everyone was supposed to pretend she was wearing clothes, but that was forgotten. She looked down, feebly covered her privates, and pretended to be embarrassed. "That's besides the point! Stop looking at my big breasts!" She pounded her foot into the floor petulantly. "And stop it, you two! Stop it!"
Right about then, Susan gave up the struggle. There's just too much tasty cock! I can't resist! It is a giant cock and it needs servicing! Mommy needs sperm!
With that, her lips finally closed around it and she began sucking with a passion. She didn't even try to hide it - her whole head jerked back and forth as she made love to her son's dick with her tongue, lips, and hands.
Suzanne, still pretending to be Christine, rushed over and pulled on Susan's hair, gradually but firmly yanking Susan away from Alan's rampant erection.
"NoooOOOOoooo!" Susan let out a muffled roar around Alan's erection. Her hands let go of it as she attempted to reach behind her and swat Suzanne away, and for a few moments their struggle threatened to escalate into a catfight. But it was no use - Suzanne was in the better position and Susan could see that she didn't stand a chance. Her mouth eventually was forced to leave his slicked up dick.
Forgetting there was a role-play, Susan yelled as she struggled, "Suzanne, let go! I love ya, but don't get between me and my son! I need some real cock and I need it now!"
Suzanne started to say, "But the boundaries-"
"Boundaries be damned! I'm so hot that if I can't suck me some son cock, well, I don't know what! And I don't care about the what, 'cos the other option ain't gonna happen!" She twisted and turned and finally shook Suzanne loose.
Suzanne had never seen Susan quite like this. She'd seen Susan get very aggressive in defense of her children when she felt they were threatened, but she didn't realize Susan had a sexually aggressive side too. She was amused but also pleasantly surprised. She wisely got out of the way.
Although Susan called Alan "Tiger," now she was the one acting like a tigress. She was wired with energy and lust, and there was a near manic gleam in her eye. She came towards him with such steely determination that he backed his way to her bed and then fell back on it.
She launched herself at his groin and moaned as her lips engulfed his penis head. She sucked him with abandon. There was no finesse and none of the exquisite drawing out process filled with rest breaks that Suzanne had been using. Susan just wanted her son's cum and she wanted it now. She did nothing but bob up on down on it with the biggest passes up and down she could manage. She repeatedly went from having just the bare tip between her lips to practically burying her nose in his pubic hair. Over and over and over.
It was about as subtle as being hit by an eighteen wheeler truck, and just as attention grabbing. Alan could only hold out a minute or two before he started to blow. It was a feat to last that long, because passion oozed out of every fiber of Susan's being. She was so sexy, so burning with lust, that even Suzanne's sexiness temporarily faded by comparison.
Unfortunately, Alan had had such a sexually active day that he didn't have much cum left to give up. But Susan didn't mind and eagerly guzzled down every last drop her tongue and lips could coax out.
When she was finally satiated, she slid next to Alan on the bed and fell back on it. "Oh, YEAH! God, that was good! I needed that! That's been building up for DAYS! YES!" She was beyond happy. "Goodness gracious, I love it!"
Suzanne loved what she saw before her. It wasn't just the site of two happy naked people. Mostly she stared at Susan and loved what she saw there, because it was a vision of the completely liberated women she'd always dreamed Susan could become. Susan was so happy and carefree that she was practically glowing.
However, Suzanne knew it wouldn't last long; Susan's prudish ways were too engrained and would inevitably rebound. But she was happy to witness Susan's transformation and feel good at how good Susan felt, and know that she was vital in helping Susan feel that way.
She asked her, "Susan, so what lessons did you learn here tonight?"
She practically shouted, "First and foremost, I love my son's cock! Cocksucking is just the best! Stroking is good, but sucking is better! What I learned is, I need that cock! A lot! The snake. The big snake! I'm soooo cured of my penis phobia. I officially pronounce myself cured! In fact, my new fear is that I'll have to go a whole day without more cocksucking!"
Slightly calmer, she sat up so she could look Suzanne in the eye. "What was that you said before? Something about how I have to improve my self-control so I can do better at being one of my Tiger's top cocksuckers? That is just so true! Suzanne, when you're right, you're right. I wanna be the best. The very best! Tiger, I just wanna suck your cock every single day, if you'll let me!"
Alan looked at her incredulously. This was all so great that he was half-convinced it was only a dream.
She flopped back down on the bed and said to Alan in a still calmer tone as she stared at the ceiling, "Tiger, you know, it's funny. Just a month or two ago I was concerned for you. You were turning eighteen and I knew you'd never kissed a girl yet. I worried you might graduate from high school without any sexual experience. But now, look at me! I'm buck naked with your sperm dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. I'm one of your big-titted cocksuckers and I LOVE IT! Oh I know it's not just Suzanne and me who are helping out. I've seen how you come home and go straight to your daily orgasms chart and put another mark or two up there. I just hope that whoever she is helping you at school, she's got really big hooters and sucks you good! Or is it a they? I'll bet it's a they!"
She lifted her head up just enough to look at his face.
Alan tried to keep a poker face but apparently didn't do a very good job.
Susan lay back down, enthused. "It's a THEY! I knew it! I'm so impressed! Wow. My son is a stud! That just makes me want to cream even more, but my pussy can only take so much!"
Suzanne had noticed the same marks on the chart, but felt now was not the time to discuss that. It was growing late and Ron was due home soon.
Alan and Suzanne had to literally drag Susan to the bathtub and fill up her bath, then clean up her room (there were piles of clothes all over the place), and then finally take turns showering themselves.
Not long after they were done, Katherine came back home. She went straight to her bedroom without suspecting a thing.
The wily Suzanne left a short time later, before Ron got back home from his late night out drinking. But she left confident that she'd knocked another big hole or two in the crumbling wall of Susan's resistance.
She thought, This is a huge day for my greater plan to seduce the whole family. Denying her at first seemed to work wonders, but then again it seems she'll get hot at anything. Everyone thought she was such a prude but she's so sexual! Just like me. We're all such a highly sexual bunch. This is going to be soooo damn good.
Alan didn't think much about what happened because he was just too tired. It had been a great day for him and things went so well that he feared he might jinx himself by thinking about it too much. He fell on his bed and slept the sleep of the dead.
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SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 12: Good Lovin' Gone Bad
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
This work is copyrighted to Spacer X © 2004 with all rights reserved.
This is part of a longer e-novel. It's highly recommended that you start at the beginning in order to understand the characters and previous events.
These are illustrated stories. If for some reason a picture doesn't open you may need to refresh the page or right click on a particular picture to open it.
CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Oct. 28)
The next day was Monday, a very promising day for Alan. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S Club meeting" planned after school.
He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion" or Suzanne would directly help now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt, after all that had happened the day before.
Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation with an erection hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He didn't even wear underwear, certain of what would soon happen.
He continually had to shift his penis around in his shorts, and it was in constant danger of coming out of the shorts altogether. He was surprised no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.
But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony to wait for the class to end as he was. She quickly had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't think any more.
She tried very hard not to stare so much at Alan's crotch that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance of his blatantly hard penis. She felt so horny that she began to lift her dress up in the seat she sat in. Only her pantyhose and underwear stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist on down, as her students, Alan included, studied in front of her completely oblivious to what she was doing.
For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her pantyhose. But soon that wasn't enough. As she did so often lately, she pulled her underwear and then her pantyhose down so she could reach her crotch, and began to slowly finger herself while she pretended to write notes.
Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Everyone slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted nonplused. When the last one of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I got the lock fixed over the weekend," she said.
The two just stood there and faced each other, frozen. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"
"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation. "Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. The bra went next while she wriggled him out of his shirt.
Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get Glory's dress off, as her hands and attention zeroed in on his penis and she began stroking it instead of undressing.
Finally she had to momentarily stand up to get her dress undone. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she briefly stood. "But everything else!" She practically leaped back onto him.
The two rolled around on the hard, cold concrete floor and occasionally bumped into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's penis like her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. It was still clad in panties, but Alan didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked as if the panties weren't there.
Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. Alan's extra inches of height put his penis nearly at the opening to her pussy. It practically begged to go a few extra inches and enter into her warm tunnel.
He managed to get an arm between their bodies, and began to pull at her clit. A nearly magnetic pull seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...
Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "fire." She fell back towards her desk and panted heavily.
"What?" Alan asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you're doing everything too right," she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth period class begins!"
Alan thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!
She collected herself, and then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she began to suck his dick.
Alan wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked the experience in. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second-to-none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by her gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating, she could and often did take him remarkably deep.
He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long.
She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done.
He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! Now let me please you."
She had a hard time talking between labored breaths as well. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"
"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"
"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise up and stretched her body like a cat.
Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the checkered tiles near where he sat in class every day.
Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprung herself onto him.
They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the pantyhose and panties which got in his way. He managed to pull the pantyhose off and get the panties down her thighs.
But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off of him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.
"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."
"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."
"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to bust a hole through your shorts. But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."
Alan got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."
"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time."
He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that, you're a teacher!"
She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?"
Alan grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah."
Glory said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We both swept up all the dirt on the floor like a broom and we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control."
A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach, with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"
"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more.
During a breather, Glory said, "Since you told me your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid Alan back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.
He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?"
"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."
He laughed heartily.
She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."
"Yes! Sweetness!"
She pistoned his tool in her fist, and then sucked him like any blowjob. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper until before he knew it, he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his penis at the same time.
Alan couldn't believe how great it felt - it was like getting fucked and blown at the same time. Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for a minute or more before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again. He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. His penis found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing.
Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths.
By the end, they looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth period class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown past.
Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student came in. To still be in class when the next bunch of students came in would be a very dangerous habit that they had to avoid at all costs.
CHAPTER 2
But Alan's day only got better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time, he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.
The first time at Kim's place it had just been Katherine and Alan together, but they promised Kim that she would be welcome to join in this time. They met Kim at the door and kissed and groped her and each other a fair deal before one word was even spoken.
Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan, and flipped her skirt up, which revealed her pussy between her butt cheeks. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"
Kim and Alan quickly scrambled up after her. Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs.
Katherine was delighted at his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long." With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of Alan or me next? Then we can do it all together."
"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the second floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."
Alan and Katherine were already out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held Alan's long penis in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.
"I know one way to find out," Alan replied, and straddled himself over his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. He slowly let himself down into her slit.
"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said. Alan bounced up and down on her and pistoned his hot meat in and out. "I'm not kidding when I said I want to be this man's fuck toy. You've got to try it out! Big Slick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"
Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Over the weekend he'd been to bookstores and bought a few books on the art of lovemaking. He was ready to try out a few new tricks. But there would be enough time for that later in the day. First he went for power, not finesse. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the bed mattress.
She loved it. "More! Harder! Push! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled between thrusts.
Within minutes, Alan sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy. They collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap.
Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.
But, even after what had happened between Alan and his teacher Glory a few hours before, his penis was ready to spring back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his penis, while Alan sat up and began to gently stroke his new hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first?"
"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine ended before she had a chance to get off. "I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and I've got to get some of what you just got." She hopped up onto her bed, and commanded to Katherine, "Roll on over and make some room."
The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the wall. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast treatment he'd given his sister. "Okay, Alan, let's see if you can really can drive a hole through the bed this time."
But Alan was in a different mood now. "Let's work up to that," he said. "But first, let me be gentle, especially since you're a virgin." He covered her from head to toe with his body and then some, since he was so much taller than the diminutive and younger Kim. He kissed her on the mouth at first, and ran his hands over her boobs and upper torso.
At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man in any way, and she'd never really gone past first base with any guy. But Alan treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She was having some hang ups with a man treating her like that, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She closed her eyes and decided to pretend he was a woman.
Her body started to respond much better, and she grew more comfortable. And for a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that Alan was just a flat-chested woman, since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Plus, his penis lay far down between her legs since he was much taller than her, so it was out of the picture for the moment.
After a few minutes, once Kim started to really get into it, Alan rolled over so that Kim was now on top.
It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too!
Katherine wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time, but she just couldn't resist the urge to join in a bit.
Kim had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been with two other people before, unless the time the three of them were in the supply closet counted.
While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's butt. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, and her fingers prepared the way for Alan's penis. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers into Kim's tunnel. Soon Kim was more than moist; she was a raging river. As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that Kim's face now met the bottom of his neck.
Like their first time together, Katherine had insisted that Alan fuck her bareback. But Kim made no such insistence so Alan slipped a condom on just in time. "Are you ready? Here it comes..." he said, and he slid his dick into Kim's waiting and wet hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shocker for him than to fuck Katherine. She was so wet that he slid in surprisingly quick and easy.
Technically Kim was a virgin in the sense that no man had been inside her before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos, of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her pussy being deeply filled was not completely alien to her. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh and blood piece of man. The body heat alone from Alan's cock was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine.
I like it, she thought. I like it a lot! Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, and Kim quickly responded with her hips in expert fashion, based on all her dildo experiences. A cock is good. The real thing is so much better, so alive!
"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.
"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.
"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!!!!"
Alan turned on his piston motion and hammered her for all he was worth. Fucking with a condom felt different but all in all he didn't find it as horrible as some people said. For one thing, endurance was a very important goal for him and he could tell right away that with the decreased sensitivity of being sheathed he could last longer. He was especially keen on doing his best with Kim, to help convert her from being a complete lesbian.
Katherine backed off, and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like the gears of a steam engine had spun out of control.
Soon Alan and Kim both screamed at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"
Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck her finger up Kim's anus. That made Kim yelp in surprise and painful protest.
Katherine decided to remove her finger lest she ruin the moment. She realized that Kim had something of an aversion to anal penetration, so she tried to make up for her intrusion by caressing and teasing Kim's other erogenous zones.
With Katherine's help, Alan reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her. But he was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks.
"Okay ladies," he said as he got off the bed, "all this happy sex makes me thirsty, I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."
"Alan!" Kim shouted to grab his attention just as he started to walk out of her room. She had finally stirred back to life a bit even as Katherine moved in on her. "That was ... really good."
"Thanks," he said bashfully.
"Really, I'm serious. You're like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking at least makes me a bisexual."
Katherine pressed her lips onto Kim's. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."
The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off. He got himself a snack in Kim's kitchen and also flushed the used condom down the toilet.
After Alan joined in again, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh.
After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom when. Generally, Alan stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, but still ended up cumming four times in four hours.
Alan himself was surprised at his growing abilities in bed. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to steadily increase every day. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only do a couple of miles, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can run a long way. I've come so far in just a few weeks, when just touching my cock while thinking of Suzanne or Susan made me instantly cum.
In addition, he ate out both Kim and Katherine's pussies, and they did a lot of eating of each other. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's penis was in greatest demand. When his penis wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it.
Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it as she recalled the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. It turned out she enjoyed sucking Alan's penis as much as everyone else had who'd tried it already, which meant she enjoyed it quite a lot. Of course, his delicious cum was a big reason for that.
About the only coherent speech to be heard were Kim and Katherine in argument and even physically in battle with each other over who got access to his prick next. Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego. When they didn't fight over him and his penis, they praised him and it to the high heavens.
Katherine would cry things like, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in my steaming hole now, or I'm gonna die!" She also had a real fetish for being called a "fuck toy," and kept referring to herself by that term. She also really got off on the idea of her brother making her pregnant, even though she was using protection. So it wasn't unusual for her to shout things like "Knock me up! Fill your fuck toy with your baby makers!"
Alan liked such talk, if only because it showed how much she was enjoying things but he didn't say anything to encourage her fetishes.
Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. "No, Alan! Do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" Kim was learning fast.
As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, and mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her.
But both of them praised him so much, he actually felt the need to complain, "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."
"Okay!" Katherine quickly replied. "Kim, what say we stroke his pussy stretcher some more instead?"
"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered as they all giggled. Within seconds, there were four hands on his flaccid penis. But in a minute it was hard, and Katherine wasted no time sticking it back inside herself.
There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time, Alan felt they only began to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't even begun to be explored yet. After what happened with Glory, he wished they knew how to deep throat him, but he also knew it would take time to work up to that.
In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book learning on new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. Since intercourse itself was new to all of them, they were more than happy to just keep fucking as much as their bodies could manage.
There's still a lot of time for titfucks before I see Akami again next Friday, Alan consoled himself later. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!
Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days.
Alan hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon. He figured it would be excruciatingly painful.
As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further.
"So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"
"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed oafs!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense with my mom and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."
She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan, a good penis is quite nice, but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men; Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my mom when I was young, and really devastated Mom and me. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."
"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your father, do you?"
"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. Being with you today started off weird and I even had to close my eyes for a while, but before long it was okay. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."
"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school in stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind though if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled.
They continued to lay about naked on the bed for a while, lost in thought, and felt like slugs. Except slugs don't have sore privates.
There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said good-bye to Kim at the door.
But they weren't done. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more from all the kissing and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, and fucked her right there.
Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once the other two were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across from mine?"
She licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."
"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's penis is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaaargh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but noOOOooo. He seems to think that's not prudent."
They chuckled.
She added, "My dad might think something was up with that, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."
Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She was the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon and was literally too fucked to walk (though she did ham up her hurt some just so he could carry her). But she never hurt so good.
"That was great, Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here on Thursday."
Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.
Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Thursday? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!"
She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaaawwdd. One more of these visits to Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.
"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.
"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.
"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.
CHAPTER 3
After Alan got home, he slept a long time. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after hours of fucking two energetic cheerleaders, he felt like he could sleep until the next morning. In fact, it had taken all of his willpower just to stay awake long enough to drive home.
Susan was nowhere to be seen, and furthermore, she left a note for Alan and Katherine saying that Ron and she were out and left them instructions on what to make for dinner themselves.
Suzanne came over just after dinner. She saw that Alan was in the living room reading a book while Katherine was upstairs in her room. More and more of her wardrobe was migrating into Susan's bedroom, so she went up there and changed into a sexy, but not overwhelmingly sexy, outfit.
Alan was a bit worried because he thought for sure that Suzanne would be up for some hanky panky and how could he explain that his penis was completely down for the count? He certainly didn't want to have to explain that he'd spent most of the afternoon having sex with his sister and a friend.
However, it turned out the issue didn't immediately come up because the first thing Suzanne said when she came back downstairs to talk to him was, "Sweetie, bad news. I'm afraid your mother is having another one of her prudish relapses."
Alan put the book down while she sat across from him. "Oh no. I guess things went too far last night?"
Suzanne laughed. "You could say that again! To be honest, it was a lot more than I'd expected or wanted, especially at the end there when she blew you. But events have a certain momentum of their own. Unfortunately, today she was about as distraught as I've ever seen her. She was devastated that she'd had oral sex with you on what she called her husband's bed while he's still in town. To give you a sense of her mindset, she kept calling your cum 'the demon seed.'"
"Wow. That's bad."
"You don't know the half of it. It was all fire and brimstone and going to Hell this and going to Hell that. Luckily, I was there in the morning and she and I talked and talked and talked until my mouth was ready to fall off. I managed to ease her spirits quite a bit, but at a price. She needed someone to blame for what happened, and could either blame me, you, herself, or some combination. Honestly, I pretty much pushed her into it and the last thing she needs is to feel worse about herself, so I took most of the blame. I parceled some out to you, too. So she's pretty mad at the both of us. That's the main reason I came over here, to warn you."
"Oh. Well, thanks for doing your best. What does it all mean?"
"At first she was determined to go completely cold turkey and never help you again. But that didn't last long. I think she realizes deep down that that's not possible. So then she vowed to avoid all physical contact with you until Ron leaves. She even got me to promise to help to make sure that happens. So I did, though I was careful to leave open the loophole about your upcoming abnormality check on Tuesday. In fact, she was so distraught she even wanted ME to stop helping you for a while. I didn't agree to that, but I think it's best that you and I cool it for a day or two."
"Dang. That sucks. I gotta say it bums me out most of all to hear she's that upset. She's been such a wonderful mom that she should never be unhappy. I wish she- hey! If you just came over here to tell me bad news, then why are you dressed up in a heart attack outfit? Meaning, one designed to give me a heart attack."
Suzanne grinned. "I don't know what you mean. These are just my hanging around the house clothes."
"'Hanging around the house clothes'?! Are you mental?! I'm having a mental orgasm just looking at you and it's making it tough to concentrate."
"Look," she said as she kicked a leg forward. She let one of her shoes come loose and dangled it precariously using just her toes to wiggle it around. "These are only two inch heels. If I was expecting to feel your cock tickle my tonsils, I'd be wearing three inch heels at least, probably four. That's as high as I go, though. Five inches is self abuse."
Alan looked her over. Admittedly, she was semi-presentable when standing, even though her light black lacy top exposed all of her cleavage and a good deal of her tummy, plus her black leather miniskirt didn't quite reach down to the top of her dark stockings, leaving a tantalizing stripe of pale skin between them.
But her miniskirt rode up her thighs when she sat, especially when she kicked a leg up and kept it there dangling in the air, as she was doing now. And thanks to the no underwear rule, she was flashing her pussy whenever she opened her legs, which was quite often.
He just rolled his eyes in frustration. "If those are your hanging around the house clothes, I'm afraid to see what you'd look like all dressed to the nines. But I digress. I wish Mom didn't have all those hang-ups, although I can understand her feelings about cheating on Ron, even if he did cheat on her first. What did you to do patch that up?"
"I didn't. She set up an evening dinner, party, and dancing date with Ron, spent most of the day shopping for a dress, and left early. The fact is, they haven't been connecting much at all since he arrived. She hasn't been warm to him, no doubt in large part because of the cheating bombshell I dropped, but he's hasn't made much of an effort either. So we'll see what happens. She may even feel like getting physically intimate to help get over her guilty feelings. I warned her strongly about not doing that due to the worry of STD's, but who knows what'll happen. I can't control everything she does, I can only give advice and encouragement. Maybe they'll make out or something."
Alan discovered a surge of jealousy raging inside of him. His face hardened and he clenched his fists. Even though Susan and Ron had been married since before he was born, now the idea of them merely kissing on the lips was almost more than he could take.
Suzanne immediately noticed, and chuckled. "Looks like someone's getting a little jealous, eh?"
"Hey, I can't help it. You know, I'd feel the same about you. Oh God! I just had a horrible thought. You're not kissing YOUR husband like that, are you? I just kind of assumed you weren't, but what if you are?!"
Suzanne was touched. She smiled with just a touch of sadness and said, "No, don't worry. Eric and I share a good morning peck on the cheek sometimes and a good night peck on the cheek at other times, but nothing more. To be truthful, sometimes I worry about Eric smelling your cum on me when he kisses me, but if he has, he hasn't let on. I don't even know how much he'd care at this point. We're like housemates forced to sleep in the same room. We even sleep in separate beds, though they're right next to each other. His bed is elevated 'cos he has back trouble." She grew wistful and stared off into the distance. "Now that I think about it, I can't even recall the last time Eric really kissed me."
Alan was still pumped up. "Well, good! I mean, I'm sorry about your marriage and all, and I know it's horribly hypocritical of me, but I can't help the way I feel."
Suzanne refocused on him and smiled. "Don't worry. I understand how you feel. As it is, you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you. You must be just about the luckiest kid in town and that doesn't even count the mysterious help you seem to be getting out of the house, as Susan pointed out last night."
Alan looked abashed. "Well, you see..."
"Don't worry. I really don't mind. We'll talk about that another time. Having to share you is just a necessary by product of your intense medical treatment schedule."
Alan thought for sure it would be a couple of hours at least until he could get hard again after his workout with Katherine and Kim, but it actually had been over four hours since he'd gotten back from Kim's house and as soon as Suzanne said, "you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you," his penis began to rise.
Suzanne noticed, and as she asked him, "Speaking of which, how'd you do today?" her foot started to wander forward and up his legs.
"Good. Very good. I'll make six today no problem." He joked, "More mysterious out of the house check marks on my chart."
Suzanne raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm. Now I'm getting jealous too, after all. Susan's right; you really are becoming quite the stud around town, aren't you? Before long, it's gonna be difficult for you to squeeze me in, or should I say squeeze you into me?" Her foot rose higher and found its way to his crotch. She began circling the bulge in his shorts with the pointy end of her shoe.
Alan found himself growing increasingly aroused, but he was concerned about his mother too and didn't want to upset her any further. He said, "Um, that feels good, but didn't you say that you and I should cool it for a day or two or least?"
Suzanne frowned, but her foot kept exploring. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, the thing is, I'M not doing anything, but these are what I call my 'evil shoes.' They have a mind of their own and they're up to no good, as usual."
Alan laughed, but stood up to get away from the "evil shoes."
However, they rose up with him and kept sliding over his bulge.
He said, "We'd better stop before your evil shoes get carried away." However, his resolve wasn't that strong and he found himself staring between her legs where her pussy was on display again. "Um, be careful what you're showing there. Is the evil shoes causing that too?"
She sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately. yes. The power and reach of the evil shoes knows no bounds. I didn't even want to wear them today, but they made me." She grinned and winked.
Alan was extremely frustrated because he was very mentally aroused and growing more so every minute he let Suzanne charm him with her bag of sexy tricks, but his penis still had all kinds of problems. He said, "Suzanne, I can't believe I'm saying this, but even though you're sexy as hell, but I'm not really feeling that now is the time for fun, you know what I mean? I keep thinking of Mom and how she must be angry at me."
Suzanne finally pulled her foot back, allowing Alan to sit back down. She even closed her legs back up - most of the way. "Well, truth be told, she's mostly angry at me and at herself. Even when she's like this, she's so taken by you that she figures the boy with the golden penis can do no wrong. In fact, for all my efforts to redirect the blame to you and mostly to me, she wants to take all the burden of what she's done on her own shoulders. I'd like to level with her more honestly and tell her just how much I've been steering events, but if I did that her future sexual progress will be so much more difficult. Sometimes a little deception can be a good thing."
Alan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, we've heard that from you before. But I do believe you care and you think that's for the best. So what do we do now? For one thing, how should I deal with her next time I see her? You know I don't want to plot, but this isn't plotting. It's just figuring out how to get her out of her funk."
So the two of them talked for quite a while about Susan. Every now and then, Suzanne's "evil shoes" would wander up Alan's legs and get a little frisky, but not too frisky, just enough to keep Alan interested.
Suzanne didn't stay that long though, for fear of being there if Ron and Susan came back early.
Alan went back to his book. He was glad to have some time alone to just relax, as he found sessions like the one with Glory at school or with Katherine and Kim after it not only physically tiring, but also very mentally draining.
CHAPTER 4
Susan and Ron danced some at the party. That left Susan sweaty. She took a shower while Ron went straight to bed. She was still in an emotional jumble over what had happened the day before, and she felt the need to talk to Alan about it and clear the air. She wasn't nearly as angry and distraught as she'd been when she talked to Suzanne in the morning; she was feeling more contemplative and forlorn.
Alan was just about to go to sleep. He lay in bed with his book but his eyes were getting heavy.
Susan knocked on the door. Then she came in and sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest where he sat up against the headboard.
Alan noticed that she wore a robe but she had it so tightly closed up that the only skin he could see was her face, neck, and hands. He could tell she'd just taken a shower because her hair was still slightly damp and she smelt fresh with a hint of strawberry scented shampoo.
Susan looked anxious and was anxious. She sat on the edge of his bed and started out with small talk. "How are things, Tiger? It seems like I haven't seen you at all today. There must be a lot going on at school."
Alan thought about Glory's deep throat and the threesome at Kim's house. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," he replied in a monotone. "A lot going on. But in a good way."
She asked, "I suppose Suzanne talked to you? Talked about me?"
"Yeah. She said you're feeling kind of low about what happened last night. I'm real sorry for that. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Susan frowned. "It wasn't just last night, though that was horrible and wicked. It was in the afternoon as well, when Suzanne... did things to you... right in front of me! And yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. It seems that nearly every day I have some kind of willpower breakdown."
"Not exactly every day," Alan pointed out. "And what about today? You had a completely pure day, didn't you?"
Susan's brow furrowed in greater distress. "On the surface, yes. Ron and I had a lovely time at the party. Well, maybe not exactly a lovely time. Even when Ron is with me, he's not really there, you know what I mean? I guess I got used to his ways and just thought that was normal, but now I expect more. I couldn't help but feel the whole time that it was the last hurrah. Given what Suzanne's told me about his cheating, how can I stay happy with him? And yet it's such a big and scary step to leave him. So my feelings were bittersweet at best. And it gets worse!"
She reached out and grasped his hand tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but the worst thing of all was that all the while I was with him, I kept thinking of you! I must be the worst wife and mother ever, having those kinds of thoughts about my own son instead of my husband!"
Alan was secretly extremely relieved and pleased that she and Ron apparently didn't kiss much, if at all. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of thoughts?"
Susan still squeezed his hand reassuringly, but her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "Naughty thoughts. I worried that since I was gone pretty much all day and I'd told Suzanne not to help you, how would you get by? Would you have to stroke yourself and spill your seed upon the ground, just like Onan of old?"
She finally looked him in the eyes and asked, "By the way, how DID you manage today? I hope you got some help?"
Alan was deliberately vague since he couldn't tell her how he'd had sex with his sister. "As a matter of fact I did. Not with Suzanne though! It was before I got home."
Susan frowned again. "I'll bet you did."
"What's wrong?"
"Well, on one hand, it makes me proud that you're getting so much outside help and turning into a ladies man. All throughout my picnic with Ron I kept picturing you with some big-titted cheerleader as you really showed her who's boss. But on the other hand, I get jealous. I kept thinking, 'Why can't that be me?'"
Alan asked, "Um, what makes you think it was a cheerleader?"
Susan looked him closely in the eyes. "It WAS! Wasn't it? I just knew it! I knew it!" She looked both exultant and envious at the same time.
Alan thought, Uh-oh! I'm getting into hot water here. There are only six cheerleaders. If Mom only knew the big-titted cheerleader I fucked today was her precious Angel! That would be way bad. I'd better change the topic and fast!
He asked, "So, after what happened last night, does that mean you don't want to help me with my treatment any more?"
Susan's robe had started out tightly bound up, but as they'd been talking it had been slowly loosening. Gradually, her collar bone area came into view, and then the top of her deep cleavage. She gave her robe a tug to close it up, but it didn't have much of an effect.
She answered, "Now, hold on. I didn't say that. Suzanne has helped me realize that I don't have to go cold turkey and stop helping you completely; it's just that things need to be done in moderation. Like the last time we did an abnormality check. That wasn't so bad, though you did take a few liberties. If only it could be more like that, but I don't have the control! I keep losing it! I think I'm losing my mind!" Suddenly she opened her arms out and fell forward towards him.
Alan held his arms out to brace her fall and found himself tightly embracing her.
She buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears.
He tried to be reassuring. Since she was having sexual issues, he tried his best to comfort her in a completely platonic way. He stroked her long brown hair over and over while she sobbed. However, it was hard to keep a platonic mindset since her robe had somehow opened up during the hug. Her nipples were still covered by the robe, but just barely. He could feel they were erect and poking into his chest through the terry cloth material.
Alan didn't want to take advantage of her during her distress. He knew this was a bad time to get an erection since she was draped all over him and would certainly feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He fought his arousal as long as he could, but eventually he lost the battle and as his thick rod grew it pressed itself against a part of one of her legs still covered by the robe.
She felt his growing hardness for what it was and actually it was what brought her out of her crying spell since she found herself thinking about that, instead of about problems with her self-control and a cheating husband.
She sighed loudly as she dried her eyes. "It feels like you could use some more help, but I can't. I just can't! I made myself a vow. If I break it, I'll feel even worse tomorrow. It's like getting drunk and having a hangover, except it's an emotional hangover."
"I understand, Mom," Alan said while petting her long hair. "I think that's for the best. More important than my medical treatment is your happiness. Can we just stay like this and hug? I kind of feel like I was under-hugged as a kid."
Susan cooed as she squeezed him tighter, "Aww, my poor baby."
They just held each other in a loving embrace for a couple of minutes. The sash on Susan's robe slowly loosened, but somehow her erect nipples kept their grip on a seam and just barely managed to prevent the robe from completely opening in the front.
Actually, Alan had never really touched Susan's hair much before, and found himself greatly enjoying just stroking her long, silky straight hair as it cascaded down her back. All of his stroking of it seemed to have a calming effect on both of them.
After minutes of silence, Susan said, "You're right. You were under-hugged as a child. That's the problem with me - I rarely do things in moderation. Before, I shunned all physical contact like the plague, and now I go too far the other way. ... You know what would be nice? I remember when I used to tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight. That made me feel so happy. Could we do that again, just one more time, for old time's sake?"
Alan replied, "I used to love that tradition too! Did you know that I cried when you stopped? But since it wasn't a 'cool' thing, I pretended not to care. Honestly, I'd LOVE for you to tuck me in, not just tonight, but any night that you like. Maybe we could even make it a regular habit."
Susan beamed with happiness. "Okay. But we can't do anything improper. Remember that your father is sleeping just down the hall. We wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea. We have to keep things completely non-sexual."
She was sending mixed messages to say the least because as she said that, she finally pulled back from the cuddle and hug, and stood up near the edge of the bed. This caused her robe to open up even more. The sagging sash just managed to keep her bush covered, but up top her big breasts stood out firmly, completely exposed.
Alan knew that there was no way she couldn't know what she was showing off, especially since stood sat proudly, her hands on her head to cause her chest to thrust forward extra enticingly.
The truth was she longed to show off her body to him nearly as strongly as she longed to suck his penis. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself; she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit, to help with his visual stimulation needs (as if he needed any more erotic inspiration).
A thrill went through her as she recalled this was exactly where she stood when she used to learn over and give her son a goodnight kiss (though obviously in those days she wasn't naked above the waist or preening in such a lewd position). She was still smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, Tiger, here comes your goodnight kiss."
She bent over and leaned down. That caused her breasts dangle down enticingly just a foot or so from Alan's face. But she pretended not to notice this and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed his the other cheek, and then the nose.
Alan also kissed back several times but not on the mouth. He felt her nipples scrape along his upper chest from time to time.
She pulled away a few inches and stared at him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."
It wasn't like any childhood kiss or kisses Alan could recall, but he knew better than to point that out. They were slow and romantic kisses, the kind that usually were a prelude to full kisses on the lips.
Then she leaned back forward, and Alan thought for sure a French kiss would follow. But instead she went to his left ear and kissed it. Or at least it was kind of a kiss. In fact, there was a lot of tongue. She seemed to alternate between licking all over his ear and planting small kisses all over it.
No one had ever given any special physical attention to Alan's ears before, and he was surprised at just how powerfully erotic and all around great it felt. His erection twitched visibly under the covers, as if there was a direct connection between his ears and his dick.
She eventually pulled back and just stood there. She still seemed oblivious that the robe had fallen, even though it was now in danger of falling off of her altogether. It was mostly bunched up around her waist and only a valiant struggle by the sash held it up.
Between the long hugging and cuddling and the kiss, Alan hadn't been in a position to admire her bountiful rack. But now he was and stared at it without shame.
Susan said, "You know, I've been thinking about what we did last night. Even though things went too far, I think Suzanne has the right idea. I have to get over my fears and phobias and the only way to do that is with constant practice. Just like how they help people to get over their fear of heights, or snakes, or what-have-you. What we need to do is practice, but without going too far and doing something sinful and depraved. Do you think you can handle that?"
Alan nodded, trying not to appear too eager. He wasn't sure what she meant by "practice," but he figured that whatever it was would be good, especially since her chest was increasingly heaving with excitement.
She knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you... explore... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But it we practice it in some controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed, and bowed her head down. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member."
So Alan reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather light touch and keeping far away from her nipples.
He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed his hand in a careful boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny and nearly invisible body hair in a delightful way that caused Susan to pant even louder.
Susan said, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not even more! God, it's so good!
Alan obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began lightly twisting them.
Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax.
Alan asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"
Susan gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets as she answered, "I don't know. But there seemed to be some kind of connection between my nipples and my pussy. Heck, pretty much my entire breasts and my pussy, going straight to my little nub down there. When you touch them, you make me feel so good that I don't know up from down. All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that... big... cock. That great big tasty... mouthwateringly delicious and thick... Oh so good and yummy... mmmm... COCK!"
Susan was staring so intently that it seemed like she was going to burn a hole right through the sheets so she could get at his erection.
But as much as Alan would have liked another blowjob, he wanted to stop Susan's emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling ever worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what.
So he said, "Sssshhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?"
She blushed. "No. I suppose not. Though he'd deserve it for what he's done to me!"
"That may be. But we all took vows. Suzanne had me vow not to start anything with you for a while. We're just taking part in some harmless tit fondling, right? Nothing wrong with a son playing with his mother's tits. We're just hanging out, doing some friendly cuddling, getting over some phobias. Right?"
Susan contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection down her throat. She knew that if she did he wouldn't be able to resist. Her nipples and pussy were tingling and an orgasm was slowly building inside of her.
She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck!
But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.
She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around to pick it up so she could bend over and put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face.
While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between the legs. New rivulets were flooding out of her puffy pussy.
Alan could clearly see every detail of her pussy lips between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention," but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything to stop this from happening again tomorrow night, so he refrained.
But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her pussy lips, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron...
She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow night."
"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, nude from head to toe. She also looked at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of covering his erection.
She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control and that gave me the strength to have self-control. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him.
"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between Alan's legs.
Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.
"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.
Alan's hands went back to her chest without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack.
When Susan stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yep."
"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?"
"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever because you're willing to help out like that."
She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you." Then she put the robe back on and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.
As soon as she left the room it was as if a spell was broken. She felt dirty and ashamed and fled back to her husband in bed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard him breathing and snoring right there. However, relatively speaking she wasn't that upset, because she had been able to resist her extremely strong cocksucking urge.
She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! I even brushed over his big cum-filled pole and I somehow stopped myself from stroking. Heck, I even managed not to climax. I can't allow myself to cum every time I see my son, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet.
Alan, meanwhile, already had a hand on his penis before she was even out the door and despite his exhaustion he got himself off quickly without much guilt at all.
CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct. 29)
The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind after Suzanne's talk with him, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's goodnight kiss and tuck in the night before. He was acutely aware that it was a Tuesday. If the pattern of the past two weeks held, that meant his mother would at the very least jack him off as part of the dubious weekly "abnormality check." Given the way she'd been acting lately when she got horny, he wouldn't have been surprised if she gave him a blowjob too. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and horny as all get out.
When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual with the hopes that he could have some time with his mother before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.
He waved hello, and she waved back. Just from that little exchange, she blushed heavily.
Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous. After that goodnight kiss last night, she must be all horny. And she knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's totally ready for action. If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel mom! Oh man, I get so hard just thinking about it!
He walked up to her, gave her a brief, friendly hug, and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?"
"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little far last night with the way I tucked you in, but overall, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I resisted serious temptation."
"Good. Did Father leave for work?"
"Yes, as a matter of he just did."
"Great! I was thinking that we-"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
Alan had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze while he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?"
"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my big breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing."
"Okay, sorry." Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?"
She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise to practice our self-control. If there are other such special occasions, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, you have to ask permission first before touching me."
"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While Alan accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be completely denied. His hands went down to her ass.
She practically shrieked, "Tiger! What did you think you're doing now?!"
"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip.
"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!"
"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I have a lot of 'getting of your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am."
Alan had been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress up and came into contact with her panties.
"Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for yourself?"
Susan bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron, he just left literally a minute or two before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything."
"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?"
"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating! I'm your mother!"
"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce to rules you want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?"
Susan sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do."
But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that Alan was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a little bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. She suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, yet despite her eagerness somehow she mainly gave off an impression that she was reluctant about the whole thing.
As soon as she pulled her panties down to her thighs, Alan reached out and resumed fondling her ass. Only now he could see and feel her bare skin.
She was so surprised at this (or at least seemed surprised) that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting your attention."
She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place."
In fact, Alan was working fast and he already was rubbing two fingers across her pussy lips. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation, too."
"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs.
Susan just remained there bending over the sink while Alan explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes Alan would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling. She thought, This is so humilating! Why can't I tell him to stop? If I really insisted I'm sure he would. Why do his hands have to feel so damn good on my ass?! This is wrong and depraved!
After about a minute of exploring her ass, Alan started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?"
"What?" She pleaded, "And Tiger, no pussy! You promised."
Alan was repeatedly rubbing Susan's perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her pussy lips. He withdrew them. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock."
"Your new alarm clock? You got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?"
"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called the clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"
Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into Susan's consciousness. She recalled the fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with Alan, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.
Susan was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that around here! And I think you got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions.
Alan was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to ever stop. He would have been more than happy to knead her peachy flesh all morning and see just how wet he could make her. Though he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to keep playing. Then a thought came to him.
"Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either."
"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress."
Susan had chosen a high collared dress because she woke up in a fairly prudish mood and hoped it would discourage Alan's attentions. But now her choice backfired on her. There really was no way for her to reach under the dress to take the bra off.
"You'll just have to take the dress off first," Alan pointed out.
"But Tiger," Susan pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?"
"Rules are rules." Alan had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this rule came from in the first place.
Susan looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape hatch she could slip out of. "But what about Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?"
Alan honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Katherine's still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."
Susan blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained in a desperate voice, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did."
Alan pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day."
"Fine!" Susan complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to find a way to get me out of all my clothes. It's so improper."
Alan waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands and then put his hands back on her ass and resumed fondling.
"Tiger! What's gotten into you?!"
Alan grinned mischevieously. "Well, I'm getting your attention again 'cos you got me even more aroused than before and I have to express that to you."
"You're dangerous! I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning, buster!" The lust was obvious in her tone of voice.
Alan said, "Okay," but his hands were still on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time? Every day?"
Susan bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep my undies off from now on, at least when Ron's not at home. Is that okay with you?"
Alan was feeling a bit devilish and replied, "Yes, so long as you get permission from me, Sis, or Aunt Suzy first."
Susan grumbled, "Oh, very well. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?"
Alan grinned in triumph. "Yes it is. Thanks, Mom." He let go of her ass, kissed her on the top of her head, and went to the dining room.
His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he knew first-hand just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he'd pushed his luck way too far already and to do something bold like take his penis out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He still needed to shower before school and figured he'd jack off there.
He could still see most of Susan's naked body because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter and rather that go all the way to the breakfast table he chose to eat at the counter. Sitting up on a high stool there gave him a great view of his busty mother.
She was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!"
Susan brought the dress back down and looked at him with chagrin. "What now?"
"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating. It's one of your old ones. Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy ones?"
Defeated again, Susan put the dress on the counter.
Alan immediately snapped it up into his hands to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He brought the dress behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."
She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too."
"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"
Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your brain! It seems you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body!"
Alan laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up."
She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a cereal box and cereal bowl for him.
Walking back, while holding the cereal box over her leaking pussy, she addressed his abnormality check question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control."
Alan held his hands up in front of him in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!"
He was completely sincere and honest, but also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, in saying those things right then.
Susan walked around the counter to where he sat, grabbed her dress from behind his back, and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator still holding the dress and brought him a carton of milk for his cereal. She put an extra swish in her hips as she walked away from him, knowing that he was looking.
She repeated herself, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your cereal and meanwhile I'm going to hopefully go upstairs and actually get a chance to put some clothes on. I have no idea what I'll wear that can satisfy you and not also freak out your sister, but I'll try."
As she walked towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, she paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it, though. Your father is going to be home in the afternoon for once in his life, so not then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."
Alan stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He ran a hand up and down her shapely bare back.
She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked and still merely holding her dress.
Although she looked annoyed at his behavior, Alan could tell at least a part of her loved it. For one thing, she walked away Suzanne-style: slowly and with an extra sexy sashaying of her hips. Also, he could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room as rivulets ran down her thighs. Plus, as she walked upstairs she didn't use the dress in her hands to cover up any of her privates as she let him stare.
Although Alan's penis was still in a state of frustration, all in all he was a very happy camper.
Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball that cooking breakfast, and Alan was even happier. She seemed regretful to be so covered up in front of him.
Before Alan left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower.
CHAPTER 6
Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the abnormality check in the afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind off of that or else he knew he'd go stir crazy all afternoon with the thought of it.
So instead he decided to hang out with his friend Sean. They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream.
While they sat there eating their ice cream, Heather walked in arm-in-arm with Rock, her handsome quarterback boyfriend. It would have been pretty impossible for anyone there not to notice Heather, since she could stop traffic with her looks. And unlike say Amy or Katherine, both of whom still dressed and acted conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had. She clicked and clacked her way across the tile floor in four inch high heels.
When Heather noticed Alan sitting at a table with his friend, she immediately came over to him. Her pointy nipples, which nearly burst out of her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"
Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about, since he'd only briefly talked to Heather face to face once before in his life. After some quick thinking, he figured it had to be related to his painting of the cheerleaders. He almost frantically answered, "Don't talk about it here!" But luckily he kept his mouth shut.
"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework, and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow, and what am I supposed to do now?"
Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant they did her homework in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd do something like kiss them on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, as it gave him more time to be with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she didn't even give him that much attention back then.
Alan decided to play along and act like he didn't know what it was all about, so he said, "Um, I'm really sorry. I forgot."
"Well," she said doubtfully, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."
Alan wasn't sure what he should say, or even had the slightest idea why she was clearly lying to and about him like this, out in the open. "Okay?" he guessed. He figured this was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend.
"That's better," she said condescendingly. "We can go to my house right now and I'll give you the assignment."
"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. His heart was pounding with fear, confusion, and excitement. "What about my friend, and your... friend?"
"Darling," Heather said huskily to her boyfriend Rock, who stood a few feet away to look at ice cream flavors, "I have to go give this guy the stupid homework thing. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and then meet you at the theater in time for the movie later?"
"Sure, Sweetiebunch," Rock replied inattentively.
She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee so we'll have to make this quick."
Alan nodded an acknowledgment of that. "Sean?" Alan asked of his friend.
Sean was in awe of Heather, and only wished he could be the one to talk with her. "Don't mind me, I'll be okay."
"Thanks." Heather smiled at the both of them.
Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather even acknowledged his existence.
Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her out in public dressed the way she was. She clearly hadn't worn a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so obviously that they alone got Alan extremely excited.
Heather and her boyfriend Rock picked out their ice cream and sat at the table behind Alan to eat it.
Alan didn't pay them any more attention, until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of the fingers and nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it was Heather's hand there.
She's sitting in the chair behind mine talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside the band of my shorts! And he's huge and muscular - he's gonna kill me! What the hell?! She was mocking me at the beach the other day, and now this?! How the heck do I get her to stop?!
Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone and tried to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment.
Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had merely casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand found the crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe the door to his asshole.
Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards Heather. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he was in fact staring in the right general direction, but luckily he was completely fixated on Heather's tits.
I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But if I don't, that other guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me at some point down the road! Any other customer could notice at any moment, too. They might even say something out loud, right now!
Alan began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit. When he finished, he slowly stood up and made sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.
Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"
"Yeah, I was just... throwing my napkin away."
"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend, Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench beside her for Alan to sit down.
Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock, I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake Rock's strong hand. He already vaguely knew of Rock since he was the school's quarterback.
"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a casually firm handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He'd said this very line so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.
"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed by Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.
Alan sat to the left of Heather. As Rock talked, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider, and land on his crotch. His heart leapt up into his throat. He was sure Rock would figure out what was going on by the stunned look on his face.
By now Alan had realized it was a big mistake to have sat next to Heather. But he felt helpless to stop her reckless moves.
She put her hand on his upper thigh and then drew up until her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. She slid her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his penis. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. None of this could be seen from above the table.
But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip to his shorts.
Alan thought for sure he would die of fright as he heard the sound of the zipper move. It sounded as loud as a jet plane to his ears, but apparently Rock remained oblivious. Alan's heart pounded even more wildly than it already had been thumping.
Then Heather put her hand inside his fly, pulled out his penis, and began to play with it again.
Alan nearly fainted as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table to see his private parts just hanging out with Heather's tanned hand stroking away.
She rubbed his hard penis aggressively, as if she really wanted him to quickly cum all over the place. Alan was too shocked to use his brain over and above barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub him with her fingers and bring him closer and closer to orgasm.
Alan didn't know how to get out of this situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table, too. Since he sat opposite from Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he came, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that thought or any other he could come up with helped his erection go down.
Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company, he said to Heather, "Honeybunch, why don't we go," and he stood up to leave.
She immediately withdrew her hand before he raised high enough to see where it had gone.
Alan rushed his hands to his groin. He covered up and then discreetly stowed his penis away before Rock looked in that direction.
A minute or two later, Alan said his good-byes to both Rock and Sean, and got into the car he'd borrowed from his mother. Heather slid into the front passenger's seat. This left his friend Sean totally stranded.
However, Sean seemed not only to understand but even encouraged him to leave with the teenaged sex bomb. No doubt Sean was putting himself in Alan's shoes. He imagined that it was he who was allowed to help Heather with her homework, except that before long they'd be making love instead. He thought this was just an idle and completely impossible fantasy. Had he known just how accurate it was, he would have had very different thoughts about letting Alan leave with his dream girl Heather.
CHAPTER 7
As soon as Heather got in the car with Alan and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"
"That was so much fun," she said happily in a low voice, even as she maintained a poker face of her own.
Rock could still see them as he walked to his car, but he finally turned away.
Heather looked at Alan with concern for the first time. "How are you handling this? Can you deal?"
Alan was determined not to be outdone by Heather. "Yeah, I'm good. I can deal. I can roll with the punches." He had no idea what he was agreeing to.
"Good. That's what Kim told me. I didn't completely believe her, but I'm glad I decided to find out for myself. I haven't had this much fun in years! Sex with a nerd. Ha! Now take me home and fuck me already."
Alan couldn't believe his ears. He had a hard time just managing to breathe. It took some time before he could manage to gasp out, "What?!"
"You heard me," Heather replied calmly, greatly amused at Alan's obvious panic. "Can you deal, or what?"
"Yeah... I... can deal."
"Then let's go! My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was out of sight.
Alan had been in a lot of strange situations in recent weeks, but he considered this one was the most astounding of them all. He thought, Holy fuck! At the beach she was talking to Simone like I was some kind of low life scum. And now she wants to fuck?! Furthermore, she somehow expects me to drive with her hand on my Johnson?! There's no way! No friggin' way!
But somehow Alan found a way. He made no attempt to talk at all so he could devote all of his attention to driving.
It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Heather kept her fingers running up and down Alan's shaft the entire time. In actuality, she was very limited and light in her touches because she didn't want to get in an accident or have Alan shoot off in the car. But it sure didn't feel that way to Alan. The mere fact that she was touching his penis while he was driving, or that she was touching his penis at all for that matter, was so exciting that it was a constant struggle for him not to cum.
Heather didn't try to talk to him except to tell him when to turn. She was extremely aroused and panting heavily with desire.
When he arrived at her house and Alan was able to safely park the car, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief. We made it! Nobody killed! Good God, never again. Never. My heart can't take it!
But now that the danger of an accident had passed, Heather began stroking him more intently, and with two hands. She even pulled his balls out of his shorts too, so she could fondle them as well.
"What's the matter?" she teased him. "Cat got your tongue? Something on your mind, perhaps? Something ... distracting you?" She laughed at his discomfort.
"God, stop! Please! I can't take it!"
"What? Are you having second thoughts about fucking me? Don't wanna fuck the head cheerleader?" Her hand flew up and down his shaft as she milked him for all she was worth.
"Arrgh!" He closed his eyes tightly and struggled mightily not to cum. His whole body tensed up as part of the struggle, but he knew he couldn't last for long.
Suddenly, Heather laughed and stopped her stroking. "Well, I'll be. Score another point for Kim. She said you have the most amazing control, and you do. How is it you haven't cum already? If you were my boyfriend Rock, you would have lost it about the first minute I touched you back in the Baskin Robbins."
Alan groaned again to be reminded that the girl he was with was cheating on the bulky and dangerous quarterback. He was in no condition to explain his self-control techniques as he was still doing all he could not to cum even though Heather had stopped touching him. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating and fought just to breathe.
Heather abruptly opened the door on her side of the car and made to get out. "Come on! Are you just going to sit there? We have some hard core fucking to do! Let's go!"
Alan zipped up, got out of the car, and managed to make his way to the front door of Heather's house. He wanted to run, and Heather pulled him along to hurry up, but he more waddled along. He moved like someone who'd just been kicked in the balls.
He briefly worried that some of Heather's family were home - it seemed as if Heather loved to play with fire. He was relieved to find the house mercifully empty.
Heather led Alan up the stairs by his hand and burst into her room. She immediately set to taking her clothes off. Her blue jeans were so tight that it was quite a wiggly struggle for her to get them off.
Alan was happy to see her delayed because it gave him a minute or two to recover from the whirlwind of events that led him here, and it gave his penis a little chance to recover as well. He looked around and was surprised to see how girly and frilly Heather's room was. He guessed that she hadn't changed it much since she was a lot younger.
As Heather continued to undress, he noted with surprise that she had no panties to take off, which meant she must have gone the whole afternoon, at the very least, without them. He'd already noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, so once her blue jeans came off she was ready for action again.
Heather was well aware that if a guy had already cum once, he generally lasted much longer the second or third time. She also knew that Alan had suffered greatly from all the teasing in the store and the car and he was liable to shoot quickly right now. So she knelt in front of him, pulled his shorts down, and resumed jacking him off.
As she started to stroke, she said in a sultry voice, "So, did you ever think you'd be in my room with my hand around your cock, about to fuck the mighty Heather Morgan? Have you dreamed of fucking me? Have you masturbated just dreaming about it?"
Alan was about to honestly answer yes to all her questions (though he found it a bit odd that she called herself "the mighty Heather Morgan"). He had masturbated while thinking about her, many times, in fact. But then he remembered at the beach how Heather mocked guys who were too worshipful and fawning. So he just answered as briefly as he could, "Uh huh."
As it so happened, he was in no state to talk much more than that anyway. He was so keyed up that he knew it wouldn't take long for Heather to get him to shoot a load, whether he tried to fight it or not.
Sure enough, less than a minute after Heather resumed stroking him, his balls tightened and he yelled, "Cumming!"
Heather got off at the sight of just how far she could get her male friends to shoot and who could shoot the farthest. So she held his penis in such a way to maximize the trajectory of Alan's spurting.
They both watched his cum fly high into the air and across the room. His cum sailed in a great arc and landed on the carpet about four feet away.
Alan thought to himself that she'd regret wasting it like that if she only knew how good his cum tasted, but he was too modest to say that out loud.
Instead, he fell back on the bed, emotionally and physically wiped out.
But Heather was hopping about with energy, unusually chirpy and happy. In her haste to undress she'd left her white top pulled up around her shoulders. She considered taking it all the way off, but decided it was more sexy to leave it on that way.
As she waited for Alan's penis to rebound, she went back to her questions that Alan had merely answered with a vague "Uh huh." She was so vain that she wanted more adulation than that. She prodded, "Alan, you were saying about how you've wanted me forever?"
Alan though, remembered again how much she'd hurt him at the beach and how she had no respect for guys who fawned over her too much. So he replied, fairly honestly, "Sure, you're beautiful. Very beautiful. But to be honest, I've kind of always pined mostly for Christine."
That got Heather's goat. Even though Simone had recently told her about Alan's crush on Christine, she pretended not to know so she could play up her reaction. "Christine? You're joking, right? What do you see in her? Sure, she may have boobs. Okay, very big boobs. And I'll admit she's got a nice face and probably a halfway decent bod. But her personality! Gaaawd! Give me a break! Is she trying to win the Miss Goody Two Shoes award or something? Make me gag. Jesus! What a prude. And what a demanding bitch, too! She's so high maintenance. A virgin bitch. What a sorry combination. What ever do you see in her?"
Alan thought that now wasn't the time to point out that Heather was the pot calling the kettle black when it came to bitchiness. He figured he was pushing his luck already from not praising Heather to the high heavens. So he answered, half-jokingly, "I guess it must be the boobs."
Heather groaned. "Gaaawd! Men! So predictable. But enough talking. Are we gonna fuck or what?"
Alan felt like responding with a sarcastic comment about how wonderfully romantic Heather was making the event, but he held his tongue. His penis was quickly reviving, helped along by Heather's wandering fingers, and he was as eager to fuck as she was. So instead of talking any more, he pulled her up to the bed and promptly laid down on top of her.
The two of them were so worked up that there was no need for any more foreplay. Alan immediately pushed his hardness into her and began pumping away. They got down to some intense and very physical fucking.
After some minutes of that, Alan got up, pinned Heather to the wall, and did her standing up. He fucked her hard and long.
Heather was normally quite a vocal lover. After a few minutes of getting more comfortable with him, she cried out, "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me you're a man, a real man!"
Alan, though, was being possessed by his bad side. After the initial euphoria of fucking Heather wore off, he was reminded of the way she had belittled him at the beach and mocked his virginity to Simone. That drove him to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before, to prove her wrong about his sexual skills. But it also fueled an anger in him that came out in what should have been light-hearted verbal teasing.
"Oh, I'm a man all right, and I'm gonna show you all about fucking," he said in a menacing, low voice. "You're gonna be sorry you're such a fucking cock tease, because I'm gonna fuck you silly."
"I AM such a tease! I just love to watch guys suffer. But are you man enough to put me in my place and give me the fucking I deserve?"
"You'd better believe it, you little hussy!" He noted that her whole body reacted to the word "hussy" as if a bolt of electricity shot through her.
She didn't respond to that with words, but some ecstatic groans showed that she loved his talk, as well as his fucking style.
"So you like that, eh?" he asked as he continued to drill her into the wall. "You like to be called a hussy? A slut? Is that what you are, a slut?"
"Oh yes!" she moaned as she trembled and swayed with his thrusts, while he continued to pound her back into the wall. "I'm a slut! Call me a slut!"
"I think I will, you fucking cocktease tramp son of a bitch bimbo trash slut tit whore cunt fuck!" His stream of consciousness rant didn't exactly make sense, but then neither did the idea of punishing a cocktease by fucking her.
Every word he said hit her body like a punch. She'd been called names like "slut" at the height of passion before, but this felt different. He was speaking like he absolutely meant it and even hated her for it. For some strange reason, that excited her terribly. She was further aroused by the way he'd picked her up and fucked her into the wall. She'd been fucked by dozens of men, but none of them had ever performed such an athletic sexual feat.
She realized that, ironically, even though most of her male sex partners were big strapping football player types, they'd all been too intimidated by her personality and social status to pick her up and fuck her like a rag doll. Whereas the "nerd" had no such restraints.
She would have been a lot less impressed if she knew how badly Alan was suffering. Heather had her feet off of the floor and generally wrapped around his backside, so he was forced to hold up her entire body weight for several minutes. He prayed that it was worth it because he very much wanted to impress her and make her eat her words about what a "pathetic virgin" she assumed him to be. He prayed even more fervently that she'd do something so he could bring her down without losing face.
Just when Alan thought he couldn't hold Heather one moment longer, she buckled and fell to the floor in a tremendous orgasm. He stood back and took some long moments to recover from the great exertion. He made a mental note to avoid having sex while standing up until his body got in better shape.
But Alan was far from done. As soon as he had more or less recovered, he grabbed her hair and growled, "What do you think you're doing, bitch? I'm not done with you yet!" He tossed her roughly towards the bed. He'd forgotten in his initial fervor to put a condom on, but now he took advantage of the change in positions to fish one out of his wallet and slip it on.
She climbed up the bed and scrambled along it until she sat up against the backboard. She spread her legs wide and made a come-hither gesture with her hand. "Alan, I thought you were a bit wimpy, but you ARE a man! Come here and give me the rest of my punishment."
"Oh, I will, bitch. I will," he said as he crawled across the bed towards her like a lion moving in for the kill. He positioned his penis right at the entry to her pussy. "Maybe a fucking is too good for you. Maybe it would be better if I don't fuck you at all."
He rubbed the head of his penis teasingly all around her entrance, and even stuck it partly in and then pulled out. The truth was, Alan would never, ever have acted like this except for his pent up anger at her. He was upset at the years of being ignored by her, then her belittlement of him at the White Sands Beach. Finally, he was extremely frustrated by nearly being killed by Rock, thanks to her recklessness. He lusted after her, but he truly hated her too.
And then there was the matter of his mother. Alan found himself almost completely incapable of aggressively going further with Susan, despite his incredible longing. But now here he was, faced with a woman who not only wanted him to be aggressive, but clearly got off on it. He could blow off some of his frustrations towards Susan by acting out with Heather.
Heather was overwhelmed by his hateful passion. She couldn't take his teasing and the way he put his penis everywhere except in her slit. "No, don't deny me! Fuck me now!" She reached forward, grabbed his ass with both hands, and pushed herself onto his penis, which made it slide deeply inside her to the hilt.
"Hey, who said you could do that?" Alan cried angrily, but he began to pump her just the same. "Maybe I should really punish you. What if I tell your boyfriend what a fucking cunt you really are?"
"No!" she cried desperately. "I'll do anything! Anything you want!"
"You already are, you cunt hole!"
They kept at it for a long time, fucking and bantering at the same time. Alan called her every name he could think of. But the more he insulted her, the more she seemed to get off on it.
Alan lasted quite a long time. The fact that he was wearing a condom dulled the sensations a bit and allowed him to hold out a bit more. He tried a number of positions, figuring that this was probably his one chance to be with Heather so he should make the most of it. He kept ramming into her so hard and fast that he worried more that his body would run out of energy before his penis gave up control.
Heather was quite good at fucking back. At first, she was overawed by the force of his attack and his passionate insults, but she recovered and soon was working her hips like a butter churn. She had a great sense of timing and together they built up an unstoppable rhythm.
Alan eventually sat up while she remained lying down. Her legs wrapped around his neck while he raised himself over her and drove repeatedly down into her. The angle allowed him to spear deeper into her pussy than he was able to in other positions.
That soon resulted in her erupting in a great multiple orgasm. With her whole body shaking and writhing, her pussy clenched him in unexpected ways and he lost the ability to hold back.
He finally exploded into her with a great wordless shout. He continued to ram her over and over while he was spurting. Even after he'd shot his entire load, he was still able to keep going for a minute or so. It felt so good that he didn't want to stop for anything.
But reality eventually caught up with him. His penis started to soften and his energy came crashing down.
They both fell to the bed, utterly exhausted and dripping with sweat.
CHAPTER 8
They lazed around on her bed and chatted while they waited for him to get hard again. The mood was different, and there was no more meanness or name-calling. In fact, they talked about the most innocuous things, like the decor of her room.
Alan's anger and frustration gradually seeped out of him. He returned to his usual mild-mannered self, like some kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde transformation.
As he lay there next to her, he suddenly realized how much time had passed and asked, "Aren't you going to be late for the matinee with your boyfriend? It must have started already."
"Oh that? Who cares?" she answered blithely. "This is so much more fun. I'll make up some excuse about missing him. He's dumb as a brick, so it doesn't matter what I say."
However, Alan tensed up. "But what if he comes here to look for you? Isn't that pretty likely? And then he'll find me in your bed!"
"Could be," she said, seemingly more delighted in the idea than worried about it. "But you should be even more worried about my dad. If you think Rock could beat you up, you should see him!"
"Thanks for the news," Alan said ruefully. His pulse quickened with fear.
As if happy for his misfortune, she added, "Yeah, and it's getting near five so my parents should be back any time now."
"Shit!" Alan bolted up in bed. "Now I've really got to go!"
"Reeeeelllaaaaaxxxx..." She grabbed him and pulled him back down on the bed. She was in the driver's seat now and wanted to have some more fun with him. "That's what the back exit through the window is for. Just walk onto the roof, down the tree, and you're gone. Believe me, lots of guys have found it very useful. But now, let's do it again!"
The mention of "lots of guys" reminded him of Glory's warning that Heather was probably a cauldron of STD's. Rather timidly, he asked, "Hey, uh, do you have any, you know, diseases?"
She laughed. "You ask me now, after the fuck. No. I'm incredibly charmed in all things sexual. I swear to God. So let's get it on. Of course I'm on the pill. But if you insist on wearing a condom, I don't care."
"Okay. I'll get another one."
Heather was surprised. She thought they were all done and in fact she had already stood up and put her top back on. She was speaking in general but was delighted that he was talking about right now. "What? You're really ready for another round?"
Alan honestly answered, "I think so. I mean, I've only cum twice. Most days, I cum about six times. Sometimes more."
Heather was stunned. If my supposedly studly boyfriend Rock cums twice in one evening, that's a big deal. I'm supposed to break out the balloons and party hats. Most of my other male lovers were no better. No wonder I've started to play around with women instead, more and more. Maybe I've been barking up the wrong tree by sleeping mostly with big, muscular football players. ... God, what if it turns out that nerds are all well-hung studs and the jocks have the tiny dicks?! What a nightmare world that would be!
She finally just responded, "But three times in one hour? Are you sure you can do that?"
"I can't guarantee anything, but I've done it before. I'll tell you what. Maybe, if you could suck on it a little bit, I might revive."
"You want me to give you a blowjob? Ha! Fat chance. That's too demeaning, and besides, I don't like the taste of cum."
Heather didn't give the most important reason why she didn't like giving blowjobs: she was selfish, and she didn't like to do anything sexual that the other person enjoyed more than she did.
Alan was tempted to boast about the taste of his cum, but he was still too modest to do so. So instead he said, "What if we compromise? How about if you give me a titfuck? That should get me started, and then we can switch once I'm fully up."
Heather frowned. "Hmm. I'm not exactly crazy about that idea. But today's your lucky day. Okay, just a little. Consider it a reward for some excellent fucking."
She had some skin lotion in a drawer next to her bed, so she got that out and lathered up her cleavage with it. She pulled her top up to her shoulders again. Then she knelt down in front of him and put his flaccid penis between her generous jugs.
"Oh maaaaan, I really shouldn't be doing this," Alan said out loud as Heather began to massage his penis back to life with her large silicone breasts.
They continued in a nice titfucking rhythm silently for a couple of minutes.
Then, more to himself than to Heather, Alan said, "Titfucking is my homework assignment." He was thinking back to his first titfuck with Akami on Friday and how she told him that he needed to practice what he'd learned before his next appointment with her. He was amazed that, just a few days ago, he didn't really know much about titfucking but now he was going at it with Heather like he'd been doing it for years.
She answered, "Well, then, let's make sure you get an A plus. Fucking stroke your big shaft right between my monsters. Like that! Good. Don't you just love my tits?" She cupped them with her hands to make them stick out even further. Heather didn't exactly have a modesty problem.
"They're great," he admitted. He didn't really care that they were plastic surgery fakeries; they felt quite pleasant to hold and fondle just the same.
"Mmmm. Alan, your dick feels so HOT. You're on fire, making my tits burn up. It's so raging hard and boiling hot!"
"Put my fire out by smothering it with your big tits, you sleazy tramp!"
"I will! I will! Fuck my tits hard! Cover them with your sticky jizz."
Alan pounded up and down her cleavage. Heather bounced her body up and down as well, so his penis practically flew through her sweat-lubricated channel.
Heather had rarely deigned to allow any man to titfuck her. Despite her extensive sexual experience, it was mostly fairly standard missionary position or doggy-style intercourse with men, or pussy licking and strap-on dildos with women. But, perhaps for the first time, she found herself really loving getting titfucked. It wasn't just something to do to get a penis hard before intercourse; she was getting off on it so much that she wanted to see it through to the end.
There wasn't much talk this time, and both of them had a hard enough time just breathing. She did manage to say, "Keep going! Do it!"
Alan was very happy to oblige. The fact that her cleavage was so thoroughly lathered up with lotion made the titfuck especially pleasurable. Furthermore, since her tits were extra firm from her boob job, and since they were so large, she made an extremely excellent tunnel for his erection to fuck. It very nearly did feel like he was screwing a tight pussy.
When he came, his seed flew straight up in the air and fell back down onto her. Both of them screamed for joy.
He was amused at how much landed in her hair and even on the top of her head. To his surprise, she didn't mind but seemed to revel in getting sprayed by cum everywhere.
Alan might have lost his load, but he didn't lose his attitude just yet. Inspired by the way his cum had fallen all over her face and chest, he resumed acting roughly. With both of his hands on top of her head, he pushed her face down into her chest.
She was initially alarmed. She protested, "What are you doing? Don't make me eat that stuff. Cum is disgusting!"
But Alan would not be dissuaded. He understood that most other guys had bitter or sour tasting cum and that she mistakenly assumed he was like that. He figured that if he was too modest to praise his own seed with words, he'd just have to make her to see how good it tasted. So he continued to push her and "forced" her to eat up as much of his cum as she could find. "Take it, bitch! Eat it!"
"No!" she protested, even as she licked up a big gob on the top of her left breast.
"Are you a slut, or what? Sluts live on this stuff! Eat it up! All of it!"
"Never!" but she still ate more. In fact, the more he prodded her with rude words, the more eagerly she went after every last drop.
She loved the treatment so much that it took her some moments before she began to realize that she was enjoying the taste of his cum as well.
When it was all over and she'd cleaned up all the cum except the gobs that had landed in her hair, she had to admit, "Alan, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I actually like the taste of your spunk. You have to understand that normally I HATE cum. It gets everywhere. It's so disgusting and gooey. And the taste. Yuck! That's the worst. But this is completely different. It's like ... dessert. Some women, their juices I can tolerate. Barely. But this... I want more!"
He finally let his modesty slip a bit. He was bursting with pride that Heather had been proven wrong about his sexual skills. He was particularly miffed at her comments at the beach about him being a virgin, so he said, "That's what a lot of women say."
"A LOT of women? Alan, just a couple of days ago I thought you were a completely hopeless virgin nerd. If you'd kissed a girl before, you could have fooled me. You're telling me you've been with a number of women? Who?!"
"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell. I've probably said too much already."
"Kim did say you're discreet. Chalk up another point for her, and for you! I love it. We really have to do this again soon. I never would have figured. Where the hell did a nerd like you learn to fuck like that?"
"Hey, I don't appreciate being called a nerd all the time. For one thing, if I'm such a nerd, then why would Miss Social Princess here be fucking me in the first place?"
"Good point. Okay, I'll admit you're not a typical nerd. And you're certainly a lot better looking and more muscular than the typical nerd, I guess 'cos you play sports. But you hang out with dweeby guys and get good grades, so that makes you a nerd."
"That still begs the question. Why did you shanghai me today, if I'm such a dweeb? And what's with all this stuff about Kim?"
"Okay, you're not a dweeb, exactly. Happy? I'm just pointing out you should find a better crowd. It would look bad for me to be seen with you at school. The reason why you're here is because of Kim. She seems to think you're the best fucker on Earth. Just this morning at school, she was raving and carrying on and on about you. She said you don't just do wham-bam five-minute lovemaking, but really take your time and give the woman pleasure."
She continued, "I figured if you can get someone who's mostly a lesbian that excited, I had to try you out for myself. If I wouldn't have luckily stumbled across you at the ice cream store, you would have been hearing from me soon enough, one way or another."
"Huh. So you fuck a nerd based on some gossip?"
"Not exactly. I have to admit, there was something about you that intrigued me the one time we met. That, and the whole painting thing got me hot. Oh, and then there's that big bulge you were showing off there at the beach." She patted his groin with fondness.
"Hey, I wasn't showing off. Shit happens. Sometimes us guys can't control it."
"Yeah, right. Show off!" She teased him, but playfully. "I gotta admit, you surprise me. I can't believe I'm lying here naked with a nerd, let alone having such a fucking good time. This is just like that Revenge of the Nerds movie where that total loser guy with the glasses gets the girl." She quickly corrected herself, "Except that you're not a total loser."
Alan was annoyed. "What's with you and nerds? You know, just because someone is smart doesn't mean you have to shun them. I can tell you're pretty smart yourself, even though you obviously don't study much. Or at all, I'd guess."
"I'll admit, my goal is to be popular and have fun. If I pass my classes too, that's a nice bonus. Okay, I'll try not to call you the 'N' word so much. But you never did answer my question. How did you learn to fuck so well?"
In a confessional voice, he admitted, "To be honest, I haven't really done it much. This is only my third time." He immediately regretted saying it. He instinctively knew that with Heather one should never admit weakness.
But she took it pretty well. "The third time?! Talk about a natural. All that name calling and stuff just came to you spontaneously?"
He nodded. "The third time with my third woman. But I've played around with some others. That why I said women like the taste of my cum. I just haven't always gone all the way."
"Huh. Still. Most guys I have sex with never learn that I like that. Who was your first? It wasn't Kim, she told me that. She must be your second, and she's totally inexperienced with intercourse, too. I want to shake the hand of your first for making you such a pro fucker so fast."
Alan avoided the question and changed the subject since his first was his sister. He thought, Thanks, Sis. And thank you, Kim and your big mouth. Although, now that I think about it, Suzanne was really the one most responsible for making me at ease and creative sexually.
He said, "Kim talks too much! You're not so bad yourself." Alan then launched into a torrent of compliments about Heather's body and her sexual skills just as heartfelt as the abuse he'd given a couple minutes before. While he was being honest, he also had the ulterior motive of moving the topic from whom his first lover was.
It worked like a charm. There was nothing Heather liked to talk about more than how beautiful and wonderful she was.
But after that, the conversation petered out and never really got started up again. Alan found that making polite conversation with Heather was very awkward. The two of them had very little in common, and the nerd / queen social divide was painfully obvious. The only reason to stay was more sex, but he knew that he couldn't get it up again.
Heather realized this and felt the need to find Rock before he got too angry. She made Alan feel like he'd overstayed his welcome.
The fact that her parents were supposed to come home at any time was also on his mind. So he finally got up and left.
As Alan drove away, he wondered at the remarkable experience he'd just gone through. He highly doubted it would ever be repeated because Heather didn't say anything at the end about wanting to get back together. Further, she'd stressed repeatedly the need for him not to mention what happened to anyone. More insultingly, she warned him not to act friendly to her at school. She even said, "Sorry, no offense, but I just can't afford to be seen talking to a nerd. It would ruin my image."
He felt a little bit used, but all in all he couldn't complain. It had been a wild, fun ride topped with some truly great sex. Plus, when it came to being used, he figured he got off easy. He realized that Rock was less Heather's boyfriend and more a dumb chump whom she constantly delighted in cheating on in the most outrageous ways. He gathered picking up strange guys practically in front of her boyfriend's face like she did with him at the Baskin Robbins wasn't all that uncommon for her.
In fact, in retrospect he realized she seemed surprisingly trusting with him and actually gloated to him about her cheating. She even mentioned that her favorite trick was to talk to Rock on the phone while she had sex with one of his football buddies.
Alan felt genuinely sorry for the guy. But at the same time, he had to admit to himself that the danger of getting beaten up by Rock or Heather's father helped make the sex even more arousing.
That was great sex. But dammit, Heather really frightens me! As good as that was, I actually hope that'll be the first and last time I have sex with her. If I see her coming towards me outside of school, I'm gonna run like hell in the other direction before she gets me killed!
Another thought occurred to him. Everything is sooo sexual all of a sudden. I can't even get an ice cream with a friend without something like this happening instead! Dang, that is weird. It's almost comical how these things keep happening to me.
CHAPTER 9
Susan lied when she told Alan in the morning that she might not want to do the abnormality check and that the opportunity might not come up even if she did. She was determined to do it no matter what, and thought about their upcoming meeting all day.
It was true that Ron was supposed to be home in the afternoon (although Susan certainly hadn't asked him to be there. She didn't want anyone or anything to interfere with her "abnormality check" quality time). But to her great pleasure, Ron called and said he'd run into all kinds of complications at work and not only wouldn't be home in the afternoon but might also be forced to miss dinner.
Normally Ron spent his rare times at home either entirely on vacation, or working a normal schedule while touching base at his company's main office. But on this occasion he seemed to be far busier than usual. He also was much more tense. Something was clearly up and Ron was far more close-mouthed about work than usual. He had assured Susan that there was nothing to worry about, and she got a feeling that his tenseness was due to anticipation rather than fear. But his long schedule did play hob with her desire for sexual reconciliation at night - the most she could do was get Ron to exercise with her early in the morning after she had scolded him about neglecting his health.
Susan was still tormented by all the issues that had been bothering her in recent days. But her eagerness to get her hands and mouth back on her son's penis while having what she considered a valid reason to do so, temporarily overrode all her worries.
When Suzanne came over to do their daily exercise routine together, she was pleasantly surprised to find Susan in a very good mood. She was even more surprised when Susan described how Alan had stripped and repeatedly fondled her during breakfast, but Susan just explained it with a "boys will be boys" good humor.
Suzanne took advantage of Susan's mood and obvious eagerness for the "abnormality check" to spend most of the morning advising Susan on various handjob and blowjob techniques.
"Come on, Susan," she said, "I don't know anything about abnormality checks, but you might as well help him reach his daily target by finishing him off with a handjob at the least. Let me show you a few things." She started to take off her blouse.
"Wait! Are you getting naked?"
"Well, sure. Just the top half though; we can keep our panties on."
"WE? You mean I have to strip to my panties too?"
"Of course," Suzanne said matter-of-factly as she took her bra off. "Cum is messy. Well, keep your pants on if you insist. But you really need to take your bra off because the tit jiggle is an essential part of any quality cock stroking. Look."
Suzanne pantomimed holding a hard penis in front of her. "See? I cup the balls here. And then, as I stroke here, I put my whole body into it. Don't just move your hands and forearms, stroke his cock with your entire being. A magnificent specimen like Alan's deserves nothing less. See how my breasts shake and my hips wiggle in time to my hand movements? It's little details like that that make the difference between an ordinary handjob and an expert one."
Susan reluctantly pulled her shirt over her head. "I don't know. It just seems so lewd and improper." But she listened attentively and took her bra off too.
Soon, she was mimicking all of Suzanne's moves.
Suzanne didn't actually teach her that much (and neither act was rocket science in its complexity), but she managed to work Susan up to a sexual lather by keeping the focus on Alan's erection the whole time.
During occasions such as this, Suzanne always reinforced certain themes, such as describing Alan as an irresistible near sexual god. Interestingly, Suzanne started out with a much more realistic assessment of Alan's sexual talents, but the more she praised him as a super stud, the more she began to believe the hype on some level.
Susan practically counted the minutes until Alan was supposed to come home from school. She looked at the clock over and over. But to her distress, the first one home was Katherine. Worse, Katherine gave the news that Alan made plans with friends for the afternoon.
Susan was disappointed, but she got good news in the form of another call from Ron who said he definitely wouldn't be able to come home until late, and not to cook anything for him.
She bided her time, because she knew Alan always came home in time for dinner, and with Ron gone, she'd get her chance to "help" him one way or another. As she'd planned on doing, she gave Katherine a big gift certificate and even bigger hint to go shopping and stay out of the house as long as she could.
Katherine wasn't dumb, especially as she'd already caught wind of the Tuesday checks and what they were about, and she made herself scarce.
Suzanne really wanted some time with Alan, after she'd been foiled in seeing him on Monday, but she knew better than to get between Susan and Alan on a Tuesday. So she stayed at home and kept Amy there as well. Suzanne thought to herself that to get Susan over her remaining prudish hang-ups was the most important thing in her overall scheme, so making sure the abnormality check went off without any hitches was the days' top priority.
Left alone, Susan contemplated how things would be with Alan after Ron was gone. There was little doubt now that things would get more sexual again. She'd practically promised that to Alan already. But she still looked for a way to indulge in sensual pleasures while she satisfied her morals. In particular, she looked for any excuse that would allow her to jack off Alan even more frequently without looking like she wanted it, both for his sake and her own conscience. But so far all she had was the abnormality-check excuse. Suzanne had given her some general excuses, but they still left her feeling guilty.
It had been two weeks since her one day of total debauchery with Alan, and since then she hadn't really had that many chances to suck him or stroke him.
But thanks in large part to Suzanne's daily encouragements, she could think of little else but to get another taste of his sweet cum. She now dreamed of it every night that she could remember her dreams. She lived in fear that she would talk in her sleep and her husband would hear her say sexual things about their son, things like: "Give it to me Alan! Stuff your big, thick cock inside me!" Luckily, she wasn't the kind of person to talk in her sleep.
Alan got back from his adventure with Heather around five thirty. He went straight from the garage to his room and did not even pause to say hello to Susan. He wanted to maximize every minute so he could still have a reasonably long daily afternoon nap.
He figured that if he was lucky, he might actually catch half an hour of sleep before dinner. Not only did his body feel listless without his usual nap, but the sex with Heather was like an exhaustive sporting event. He was completely drained.
Susan heard Alan come home and could barely contain her excitement. She'd put a lot of thought during the day into what she should wear. She'd decided on one of Suzanne's power suits. Although it did show off some cleavage, the rationale was that it was so expensive and formal that she'd be "forced" to take it off before long.
While waiting and waiting for Alan to come home, she'd helped herself to a few glasses of wine to boost her courage. That also loosened her inhibitions. A part of her was nervous, but she also bubbled with happiness and anticipation.
She knocked on the door. "Tiger, it's your mother." It was open a crack already, so she pushed right in.
Alan had barely entered the room himself, and was in the middle of marking his daily orgasms chart. He just said, "Hi, Mom." Even as she came in, he dove towards his bed.
"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she asked with great surprise, as if he didn't take a nap every day.
He flopped down onto his bed like someone half alive. "Mom, I'm soooo exhausted. Is Father home? When will we be able to do our thing?"
"Good news," she said giddily. "Ron is gone until after dinner. He might not get home until quite late! In fact, I've been waiting for you all afternoon, but no matter. We can do the check right now!"
Alan's penis started to swell, but to his intense displeasure, he found that the more engorged it became, the more it hurt. Alan couldn't help but say, "Oh no!"
When he realized that he'd sounded harsh, he explained, "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea. I just discovered this very second that my penis isn't feeling too good. Not good at all. It's kinda gotten excited, and that makes it hurt. Dang!" He willed himself to stay flaccid, with some success.
Susan asked, "Why is it hurting so much? Where have you been?"
She turned around and stared at his orgasm chart. "Oh my goodness! THREE more checks?! Tiger! Have you been creaming all over more big-titted cheerleaders?"
Again, Alan was stunned at the accuracy of her guess. He asked, "Why do you always assume I'm with big-titted cheerleaders?"
"Well, were you?"
"Yes, but that's not the point."
"Woo-hoo! Tiger! I'm so proud. Who did you do? Was it Heather? I hope you nailed her good!" There was a lusty fire in her eyes as she reveled in his sexual prowess.
Alan was still further amazed, but didn't want to kiss and tell. He said, "Mom, that's private. I can't say. But I still don't get all this cheerleader talk."
Susan explained as she sat on the edge of his desk and unbuttoned her blouse. "It's simple. If you're the best at sex, you should get the best. I know you didn't cream on Christine or you'd be bouncing off the walls with excitement, so that only leaves the cheerleaders." She squirmed as she admitted, "God, it makes me so hot!"
"Well, Mom, I don't know about that. I was a complete virgin just a couple of weeks ago. But whoever it was, she left me like a dishrag. My penis physically hurts as I'm lying here leaving it completely alone."
She brushed his concerns off with a wave of her hand, staring intently at his groin. Then she looked away and seemed to bring her emotions more under control. "That's what the check is for. We have to get the status of your penis once a week, for the nurse. I'm very concerned. We have to see how it's doing right away."
He reluctantly sat up in bed.
She moved over to the edge of his bed and started to pull his underwear off. She attempted a feeble effort to mask her eagerness, not realizing how sultry her stare looked. "Now remember, we have to do this very dispassionately. Can you handle that, Tiger? Not like the other day at the pool. We have to be very detached and clinical."
"I don't think I'll be able to handle anything at all. I tell you, seriously, this six times a day thing has wiped my penis out altogether."
He thought to himself, Of all the times to run into Heather! Dang! What rotten luck! My mom could ask me to fuck her and I'd have to say no.
"Nonsense," she stated firmly as she began to rub his still semi-turgid member. "I know you have very strong sexual energy. Show your mother how hard you can get so she can make a good report to the nurse."
She held his penis as if she was in awe of it, like she held the world's largest diamond. She tried to be poker-faced, but in fact she smiled broadly, overjoyed to feel it again.
"Normally that's true, Mom, but I don't think I can manage today. They wiped me out." There actually hadn't been a "they" but he figured if he said that he might divert Susan from her all too accurate guess of him being with Heather.
"'They'?! Wow. Amazing. Such a BIG, strong boy!" Susan thought of her son's erection being licked by two busty cheerleaders at once and began to feel even more tingly between her legs.
But she turned pouty. "Tiger, I'm sad. I've been waiting all afternoon to help you with your problem, only to find out you've been spilling your seed on two busty teens. Was it two? Or more?! In any case, you're a real meanie."
He looked her in the eyes since she was so thoroughly covered, but she only had eyes for his crotch. Still he said in a heartfelt voice, "I'm sorry, Mom. You said Ron would be here all afternoon, remember? I'd rather be with you than a hundred cheerleaders!"
She looked up at him bashfully. "Really? I can't compete with all those sweet young things."
"It's true. There's nobody's lips I'd rather see wrapped around my fat penis head than yours."
"Awww. That's so sweet. But you're just saying that." She kicked her legs back and forth with giddy nervousness.
"Really! Sure, there are some good looking girls at school and I have no idea why some of them are interested in me all of the sudden, but none of them hold a candle to you. There's no way I'd be close to keeping up with my six times a day regimen if not for you and Suzanne helping out. Like what you did this morning. That kept me going all day."
"I'm glad I could be of help. But don't worry about your soreness, just let your mother take care of it. She'll make everything all better." She pulled his shorts off and rubbed his penis for a few more minutes, but it simply wouldn't get completely hard.
It certainly wasn't for lack of her trying. She was frustrated as hell after waiting for this moment all day.
In fact, Alan could have willed it to be fully erect at any moment just by letting his feelings go. But he purposely didn't do so, because he knew that if it got hard it would hurt a lot, and that if he actually ejaculated, it would hurt even more. He also was concerned that the abnormality check session might escalate and his mother would taste Heather's recent juices on his penis. He didn't think this was the right time for her to find out he was actually having intercourse. So he focused on disgusting thoughts and continued to will himself to stay flaccid instead.
Finally Susan said, "Tiger, would it help if I tried to stimulate it by putting it in my mouth? Is that what you want? Do you want your own mother to suck your penis? Actually, I should cut the bull and call it a cock. Ron has a penis but you have a COCK. If that's what I have to do then I'm willing to do it, but it seems so very improper!"
As delightful as the idea sounded, it didn't stop his penis from hurting. He had to redoubled his efforts to keep it from engorging.
Her sexy suggestion had made her more excited than him. Her chest began to heave from heavy breathing and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Alan flailed about for an excuse and decided to continue his pseudo-charade of tiredness. "Mom, normally I'd love that idea, any time you want. But not now. It's really not reviving."
Seemingly ignoring, she bent down and started breathing on it.
It twitched with life, but was still only about half hard.
Then she asked, "How about if I get naked? Do you want me to get naked and suck your big cock that way? I know that's wrong, and I vowed not to do that while Ron was here, but the night before last you made your sinful mother suck you off right on her marital bed, so I suppose resistance is useless. I'm willing to do it if that's what it takes to help your problem. I'd do anything to help you, Tiger. But we have to be clear about the boundaries and go-"
Alan interrupted, "Mom, listen! My penis is in pain, okay? It hurts. When it gets hard, it really, really hurts. I just have to take it easy, and tomorrow it will be much better, I'm sure. Let's do this tomorrow. I'd love it, then."
He thought to himself, I can't believe I just said that. I'm turning my mother down? Curse Heather! Fuck her lousy timing. Fuck!
But Susan was like a sex junkie who wouldn't be denied her Tuesday penis fix. "Akami said it has to be on Tuesday," she said in a pouty voice like a child denied its favorite toy. She took off her business jacket and began to work on removing her blouse underneath, but Alan just shook his head no.
She finally bowed to the inevitable and stopped taking off her clothes. "I thought this was something you wanted?" she asked tentatively, and slightly hurt.
"I do! I do! So much! Nothing is more important than these penis checks. But just not at this very moment. I can't control how my penis feels all the time. It just does what it does."
She seemed relieved at that. "Okay, why don't we give it a few more hours? Let's try again this evening. If it still hurts then, then this is something we'll need to talk to Akami about."
He nodded. He was upset with himself, but there was nothing he could do. The only cure for his soreness was time.
CHAPTER 10
Susan made some calls and confirmed that Ron would be gone until about ten o'clock, if not midnight. Katherine came home from shopping and Amy came over too, but Susan gave them cash and told them to watch a movie. This time, she wasn't going to mess around.
She wanted to give Alan the maximum amount of time for his penis to recover. She'd given him some advance warning on when she'd be back. He used the breather to wipe his penis clean of Heather's residue with a washcloth from the bathroom.
When nine o'clock rolled around, he expected her to come in. But he didn't expect her to stride into the room completely naked, which is exactly what she did (not counting the sexy stockings and high heels she had on).
"Mom!" cried Alan in pleasant shock. "Where are your clothes?" Alan sat up in his bed, where he'd been reading.
"Mommy's not messing around this time, Tiger. She's been waiting impatiently all day. I figure you somehow always manage to separate me from my clothes, so I might as well cut to the chase. How are you feeling?"
"Much better."
"Good! Very good. Mommy's going to get her son's penis nice and hard for the good nurse. Just remember that you can look but don't touch."
She pulled down his bed sheets, saw he was naked, and took his penis in her hands right as she said the word "touch."
"My God, Mom, what if Father comes home early?" Without thinking, Alan swung his legs out of the bed and sat on the bed's edge to give his mother better access to his hardening penis.
She got between his legs without ever taking her hands off his member. "We'll hear the car coming if he does. Anyway, don't think about that, think about your naked mommy. Isn't she naughty, getting all naked and horny for her son?"
"Oh, shit!" cried Alan, because his mother's aggressive plan had worked and his penis got hard before he could think to will it not to. The shocking sight of his mother as she strolled into his room naked made him temporarily forget his penis pain, but then the pain came back with a vengeance as he got hard. He consoled himself that at least the pain wasn't as insistent as it had been earlier.
Susan jacked off his penis with all the skill and enthusiasm she could muster. Admittedly she was very lacking in the experience department, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, Alan's penis was so sore that after a couple of minutes of arousal, it started to go limp. That forced Susan to start to talk dirty again.
"Oh my, Tiger. Looking at me isn't enough for you? Is it because you want your mother to suck your cock, is that what you want? Are you willing your cock to go soft so I'll have to suck it?"
"No mom, I wouldn't..."
She seemingly ignored him. "That would be so naughty, if you did that. So very improper! Forcing your mommy to suck your cock. But it's so clever. Mommy can't resist when her son's as clever as that. Maybe that's how she got here, naked and on her knees, ready to serve! Do you want me to take this hard, thick erection and stuff it down my throat? Is that the kind of thing mothers do for their sons? Is that what you want me to do?"
She panted, "Oh, yes. I will! I'll do it! I'll take this throbbing, meaty cheerleader porker- I can feel the blood pulse through it in my hands! - I'll take it and stuff it in my mouth. Even though it's soooo wrong. Then I'll run my tongue all over it. You'll be fucking my mouth, son. Do you want to fuck your mommy's mouth? Your naked mommy? Here, why don't you find out?"
Alan's penis had completely revived by this point so she technically didn't need to suck it to get him erect, but Susan worked her self up so much that she just had to suck it anyway. She plunged it in deep and then pulled it nearly all the way out, over and over, just as if he really had fucked her mouth.
Alan tried to will himself not to cum because he knew it would cause him great pain, so he did all he could to hold out. He prolonged orgasm for a long time and clenched his PC muscle, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. There was no way to stop his mother's determination to get another taste of his semen.
But what really drove Alan over the edge was the expression on her face - not only of pure lust, but also pure love. He realized right then how much her pleasuring him was also a way for her to show her deep love for him. But this tender thought was overwhelmed by his own pure lust. His seed finally shot out and splattered all over the inside of his mother's mouth.
She made muffled cries of ecstasy and drank it all in. Why have I been denying myself this? Why? Why? I need this every day. Every hour! She completely forgot that her husband was even in town.
Alan found himself in pain, but not as much as he'd feared. Actually, it was less painful now and more simply numb. He figured, Once a person is numb, getting number doesn't really matter much. The pleasure definitely outweighed the pain, especially the mental pleasure of enjoying the whole situation. He felt a strange sense of power to see his mother naked on her knees and between his legs. He put his hands on her head and kept her there at his crotch.
She licked his penis clean which somehow seemed twice as wild to Alan as the blowjob. It was as if she couldn't get enough and had no self-control whatsoever. She seemed to sob and shake when he firmly moved her head up and down, and redouble the tempo and firmness of her licking and sucking. Even his penis being flaccid didn't slow her down much.
When she was finally done she sat back on the floor and tried to recover her breath. Her eyes were still wild and shivers of excitement still ran up and down her spine. Her eyes slowly focused until Alan could almost see a light bulb go on in her head. "Tiger! Oh my gosh! I was so intent on getting you to cum that I forgot the reason for doing it in the first place. I completely forgot to do the abnormality check."
"Oh no! Mom! No! There's no way I can do that again now. No way."
"But we have to." She again acted like a petulant child. To his surprise, she sat up on the bed next to him and cuddled up to him. Her magnificent orbs pressed into his chest as she lightly stroked his chest and arms with her hands. "Do you want to make Akami angry? If we don't do the check, she's going to be quite angry with me."
Susan had completely made this up. She had hardly been in contact with Akami since the appointment with Alan where Akami gave Susan a thorough "breast check." Susan had no intention of calling Akami the next day, unless there was indeed something very wrong with Alan's penis. There was a chance Akami would ask about the abnormality check at the next appointment, but deep down she doubted even that would happen.
Alan momentarily felt lightheaded from his mother's tenderness. To get sucked off was one thing, but she generally avoided physical signs of tenderness, like kissing. He wanted to reciprocate, but he also realized the state of his penis. "Mom, we can't. It would just hurt so much."
Susan feared it might be days until she got another chance at his penis, and still would not give up completely. She scraped her hard nipples up and down his chest and said, "But Mommy could make the check so much fun. While she's pressing her thumb at the base she could be licking all over the top. Doesn't that sound like fun? And then when we're done, you might as well shoot another load down Mommy's throat. Suzanne taught me all kinds of cocksucking tricks today. I need a lot of practice to get them right. Too bad Ron's never going to find out what any of them are. They're only for you."
Alan temporarily thought he would completely lose the ability to think. But then he thought of the painful burning in his loins.
She pressed, in more ways than one. "Look, you say that right now, but we still have probably another hour before your father gets home. I'll come back in a little bit and let you decide then, okay?"
She left him for about fifteen minutes. She was so worked up that the only thing she could do to pass the time was masturbate more. She didn't even bother to put on any clothes and she luxuriated in the freedom of walking down the hallway in the nude.
However, she was getting concerned about Ron coming back home and catching them, so she called up Suzanne. "Dear friend, guess what? Tiger and I are having a long and hard time doing the abnormality check."
Suzanne teased back, "Is it a long, hard, thick and tasty time?"
"You know it is! Why I don't do this every day is beyond me. But in any case, Ron should be back pretty soon now. Can I ask you to keep an eye out for his car and call me in case he comes home? I'll have my cell phone with me."
"No problem. I'll sit out by the front window and read a book."
"Thanks. What a friend. Later!"
Susan was feeling so naughty and horny that she wanted to walk back in to Alan's room wearing nothing but high heels and her own cum trickling down her legs. But due to the necessity of keeping her phone near her, she made virtue of necessity and dressed up in the sluttiest outfit she could think of. Susan never had much clothes of her own, but it seemed that every day, more and more of Suzanne's huge amount of clothes were showing up in her closet. She picked out a shiny black leather miniskirt that belonged to Suzanne, but she couldn't find any top, not even any of Suzanne's, that were slutty enough for her and also had a pocket of some kind for the phone. Finally, she found a purple blouse that she liked and decided to just keep it completely open in the front.
She got so excited while dressing up that she practically had a big orgasm just from thinking about what Alan would do to her in it. I just know Tiger is gonna love this! He's such a terribly cum-filled boy; if I don't slut myself up there's no telling just how painful his blue balls could get, not to mention his daily target.
"Knock, knock, anybody home? Mommy's mouth needs a refill!" A part of her thought about how improper that sounded, but that part didn't have much say in the matter.
Alan still lay in bed. "Oh, Mom, I just can't. I'd love to, but I just can't. Really."
She sat on the bed with him. "Does your penis hurt that much?"
She began to think that she had pushed him too far. She was ready to let him be for the evening, as it hit her that his soreness might be worse than she realized. Her motherly nursing instincts started to take over from her pure horny lust.
But then he said, "Actually, it's not as bad as I'd feared. I can deal with the soreness. That's not such a big deal as it was earlier. But I just can't get it up again. There's no way to get it excited. I'm only human and it's still too soon since last time. I feel like my balls are literally drained dry."
Since it wasn't a pain issue but just an arousal issue, she decided to go ahead. She pulled her blouse off her shoulders and thrust her chest out. "Don't worry, if that's the only problem, I'm sure Mommy can think of something. Mommy's breasts feel so lonely and unloved. Maybe you should... No, that violates the rules. Hmmm..."
She continued to think out loud. "We need something that won't violate the rules. Let's see..." She thought for a moment for something really erotic to do for him.
She removed her miniskirt so she was dressed in nothing but her high heels. Then she walked across the room and got down on all fours. She said in an excited, whispery voice, "Look Tiger; look at Mommy. She's crawling. She's crawling on her knees for your cock."
She began to crawl across the room and made a bee-line directly for the space between his legs. The word "cock" held a lot of emotional power for her; for most of her life it was too naughty a word to even use in her thoughts. As she said it now, she emphasized it in a really naughty voice, like she spit it out of her mouth.
"Look at your mommy. She wants it soooo bad. She wants your penis. Your thick, tasty, meaty slab of COCK! She wants to suck it. Look. She's begging for it!"
She slowly crawled closer and closer as her eyes bored into his crotch. "Look, I'm on my knees. Look at my big jugs swing and sway. I'm a slave to your cock! I'm begging! I don't even care if my husband and your father sees me like this. He should! He needs to know that Mommy is YOUR cocksucker now! Give it to me Tiger! Let me suck it. Let me suck it just a little! Please?"
As she crawled forward, her huge breasts did it fact sway pendulously. They drooped straight toward the floor, which made them look even bigger than usual. That sight, plus every other inch of her perfect body, plus her erotic talk, drove Alan beyond all reason.
His penis rebounded to full size within seconds. All at once, he screamed, "Yes, Mom! You can have it! Suck me! Suck my cock!"
"Oh, goody! Thank you, Son! Mommy's so happy now. You've made Mommy so very-"
She interrupted her own words because her mouth finally met up with his erection. She sucked with a will and a passion, but then suddenly remembered the reason why they had to do this a second time. She took it out of her mouth briefly.
"Oopsie, Tiger, I almost forgot why we're doing this again. I have to perform an abnormality check. Remember that? I'll just keep sucking on the tip, and do the check with my hands on all those other fat and smooth inches in the meanwhile. Ready?" She put her son's penis back in her mouth and explored the rest of his penis with her hands. It was less a systematic check, and more just an all-out fondling designed to get him off. But it was close enough for her to satisfy herself she'd done the check.
Once again, she gave him indescribable pleasure. Because Alan had cum so recently, he found he could hold out a long time. The pleasure easily overrode the soreness. He did all he could to hold out.
Susan's mouth seemed permanently attached to his penis as she caressed it, tongued it, swirled, sucked, and all but worshipped it for many long minutes. She closed her eyes and turned off her mind completely. She was totally lost in the moment and so was he.
But there were biological limits Alan's body had to obey - it was impossible to hold out against such talented stimulation forever.
Finally, he could take no more and he shot another load into her ready and waiting mouth. The ejaculation brought the pain and soreness back. His penis hurt so bad that he nearly wanted to cry out, but he would have done it all over again if given the opportunity.
At the same time, Susan found herself spontaneously in the throes of her own orgasms, even though she didn't touch herself at all. Just the mere idea of being a naked horny slave willing to crawl to her son's penis was nearly enough to get her off, in and of itself.
At the height of both their orgasmic climaxes, she thought, "I AM a slave to your cock!" Yes I am! That's exactly what I am! God, it's so good! She'd never allowed herself such thoughts, but now that she verbalized them to herself, it was like a powerful mental orgasm hitting her to compliment the physical one she just had. She felt a sense of purpose and even freedom somehow as she reveled in the idea of living to serve her son's sexual pleasure.
But when both of them recovered a bit, Susan began to have regrets. She couldn't imagine she'd luxuriated in the idea of being a slave mere moments before. She actually was so overwhelmed with doubts that she stopped licking his penis clean before she was completely done and pulled back.
She put an arm over her rack and a hand over her bush, then said to him in a stern and serious tone, "Now Alan, today was a very unusual day because you had such a hard time getting aroused. All those things I said about being a slave and so forth, that was just talk to get you aroused, you understand? Same with the naked crawling and begging. That was just acting. So don't get any big ideas, okay? It's not like I really want to do anything with your penis like that. I'm your mother and you need to respect me. I was forced to say those things for your benefit, so we could do the check. Is that clear?"
"Sure, Mom." Alan knew better than to try to dissuade her of her illusions. It wasn't clear how much even she believed her excuses.
"Okay. Then let's get cleaned up here. Your father or sister could even be home in a few minutes, so let's hurry." Somehow, she found the idea of sucking her son's penis off even as her husband drove home to be incredibly erotic. Frankly, Ron doesn't deserve a woman like me. When he leaves, Alan will be the man of the house. He's eighteen and a full man here, now. He'll be the one giving the orders, just like how he tells me what to wear.
These thoughts got her hot all over again. With her hand on her pussy, she was tempted to stick a finger or two inside, but she also was suffering from soreness due to over activity.
She found herself wondering if he could get it up yet again. But she knew that was physically impossible, not to mention Ron would be home soon. So she hid her feelings and tried to focus on God and religion.
Her mind again raced in confusion between lust and morality. She came to the conclusion, The Lord moves in mysterious ways. This must be right. Suzanne has pointed out so many times lately that a handjob or blowjob is not incest. It's not! I'm actually saving him from sin, if I can stop him from masturbating. And Ron rendered marital fidelity null and void with all of his cheating. As long as I don't go any further, it should be okay. Maybe I won't even have to go to Hell for this.
Then she remembered her goodnight kiss from the night before. She hoped it could become a nightly tradition, so she acted like it was something they'd always done. "I guess I should tuck you in and give you your kiss now, since it's already so late."
She sat on the edge of Alan's bed while he got under the covers. She leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheeks, nose, forehead, ears, and even neck. But, even with her newfound love of blowjobs, a mouth-to-mouth kiss was still taboo.
Since she was still naked, Alan reached out between the kissing and groped at a tit.
"Stop that, you naughty, naughty, cum-filled boy. When Ron leaves, I might just have to give you a hand, so to speak, more frequently than just Tuesdays. But only if you're a very good boy. He'll be home any minute, so behave." They kissed a little more in innocent ways (with Susan again exploring his ears with her tongue and lips), and then she left.
Not five minutes later, Ron drove up the driveway.
Suzanne called up that same second. "Susan, he's here!"
"I know! I've got it covered. I'm in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Not surprisingly, Tiger left me all covered in goo."
"How was it?"
"Glorious! I was terribly naughty, but I don't feel that same huge guilty pain in my chest as I did before. But let's talk tomorrow. Gotta run!"
"Okay. Bye!"
Later that night as Susan lay in bed with her husband, she felt truly very guilty and vowed not to let such behavior happen again. Or at least, not much. I can't do that every day. As much as I'd love to! No. It's wrong. I shouldn't have implied anything more to him. I'm so weak. "Slave to your cock" - God, I really need to get my head examined. Just Tuesdays. That's all. If I can just hold my urges to once a week... Please, Lord, give me strength to resist!
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