H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

100. 6 Times a Day (26-56)

6 Times a Day Chapter 56 - Mixed Signals - Christine

26 Katherine's Flash

After Suzanne left, Alan went to the living room to watch TV by himself.

Katherine knew when the late show he was watching would end, and knew she could tell exactly when he'd return to his room by the sound of the TV turning off. So she went into the bathroom, took a shower, and waited.

As Alan came down the hallway heading towards his room, Katherine took advantage of the fact that the bathroom was across the hallway from his room and, when she heard his footsteps nearby, burst out into the hallway wearing only a towel.

Her timing was perfect: she bumped right into him. The bump was nothing special, but the towel was barely hanging on to her, so, as she pulled away from him, the towel fell down in a seemingly accidental way.

He watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the towel fell away and her breasts slowly came into view.

However, she wasn't fully comfortable with this kind of behavior, even though she'd initiated it. She grabbed the towel in mid-air and clutched it to her body, preventing it from falling any further. Her face had already looked nervous and guilty before the towel fell, but appeared even more so afterwards; her blush was hardly feigned.

He wasn't looking at her face, but rather at her breasts that were still exposed above the arms now wrapping the towel around her.

She looked down, saw what she was still exposing, and blushed even deeper. She cried, "Alan!" and looked at him in dismay, as if the whole thing was his fault. Then she fled to her room.

No other words were said between them during the whole incident, and they barely made eye contact.

He was far too aroused to question why his sister had come out of the bathroom in just a towel, something he'd never seen her do before.

Despite all the recent nudity around the house, he couldn't imagine that she would ever expose herself on purpose, especially since she seemed perturbed about it. He just assumed that he'd had an incredibly lucky free show.

He hurried back to his room to masturbate for the sixth time that day (which count included two times in bed early that morning). He'd never realized that it was physically possible for a male to masturbate as many times a day as he was now doing.

He was too wiped out for any more that night, but his brain could think of little else but all the excitement he'd had that day. Not only did Katherine flash him with the towel, but she and Suzanne had been dressing sexily and acting provocatively all day. And then there was Aunt Suzy's visit. His mother hadn't worn anything particularly revealing, but he still could easily recall her black cocktail dress from the night before.

— — —

Just down the hallway, Katherine was in her room, lying in her bed, also pleasuring herself. Her chest pounded with excitement from the brief exposure, and it was a long time before her breath returned to normal. She thought, That was so scary! So scary! But so good. I can't help myself - I just have to do it again. Soon!

After she roused herself, she got up and sat down at her desk in the nude. She got out her diary, unlocked it and wrote:

--

Dear Diary,

It happened again. I was soooo bad! I ambushed Brother and dropped my towel so he could see my boobs. Dammit, I know I'm not a living goddess like Mom and Aunt Suzy, but people say I'm still pretty darn attractive. It's not like I'm some kind of fugly beast. And my boobs aren't super-Mom sized, but they're still pretty big compared to the other girls in school. The important thing was that Brother seems to like them! He was TOTALLY gawking! I could see him staring like a ravenous wolf! For a second there I thought he might reach up and cup them from underneath. I even saw his arms start to move. But alas, it was not to be. Then I got all chicken and rushed back into my room.

Diary, I'm such a loser! It was the perfect opportunity and I chickened out! I was so horny that I couldn't think straight and I STILL lost my nerve. I listened in on Brother and Aunt Suzy again, and that was so fucking hot that I'm surprised they didn't burn the house down! From what I could hear through the door, Brother came TWICE while she just sat there and watched the whole thing from close up! The first time he came into a towel, but the second time he came into his hands! His bare hands! Geez, I'm getting all hot and wet just thinking about it all over again. Diary, can you picture that, his big strong hands sliding up and down his long fat cock?

What I wouldn't give to be in Aunt Suzy's shoes! She's such a lucky bitch. I swear, life is so unfair. I would totally love to help Bro out with "doing his thing," but Mom would never allow it in a million years. Truth is, she's a big ol' lovable softy, but when she gets mad, she gets really MAD! And I know for sure that she'd get mad if she ever caught me stroking Bro's thick cock.

But who knows what'll happen? Aunt Suzy is definitely breaking down barriers. Mom's starting to dress in sexy clothes and talks openly about Bro "doing his thing." It's like a door has been opened, and I need to squeeze into the gap and help push it open even wider. I dream every night that I'll be called on to help him "do his thing" - in other words, run my hands all over his mighty cock until he squirts all over my face! Or, even better, suck on his meat until he cums right down my throat! Aunt Suzy even said that his cum smells really yummy, and I believe her. Everything about my brother is just a living dream!

God, I love him so much! And the stupid fathead doofus doesn't even have a clue. He can be so frustrating sometimes. GRRR!

Anyway, Diary, I can hardly wait until tomorrow! I'm gonna be right there with my ear to the door the next time Aunt Suzy goes into his room. I only wish I could BE in the room and SEE what was happening! I swear, I'm seriously tempted to hide in his closet or something. But knowing me, I'd make too much noise and get caught and ruin everything..

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27 Susan's Shower Tease

Friday afternoon, Alan played a game of basketball with some friends. He came home really needing a shower, but the one across from his room was broken. (No one but Suzanne knew that she had disabled it, in the hope that Alan would be forced to use the shower off Susan's bedroom, which might result in interesting encounters.)

He went into his mother's bedroom and heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. He was really sweaty and tired, so he yelled through the bathroom door, "Hello! I could use a shower real soon!"

It was his mother who replied, "Sorry! You'll have to wait. I just got in here!"

Grumbling, he went back to his room and started reading. He removed his shirt because the sweat continued to pour off him. He left his door open to listen for when the shower was free.

Susan's shampoo bottle was empty. She was sure that she'd had plenty of shampoo the last time she'd showered. She didn't know that Suzanne had drained her bottle and made sure Katherine wasn't around to help get another one. She remembered Suzanne's advice, not so coincidentally given just an hour earlier, to take advantage of situations that arose to help sex things up, such as giving Alan a brief glimpse of her in the shower. So she said, "Hey Tiger? Can you come here for a sec?"

He got up and went to the bathroom door so he could hear her better. "Yeah? What is it?"

"I'm out of shampoo. Can you come in here and get another bottle for me?"

"Sure." He screwed up his courage and walked into the bathroom. The shower door was closed, so he could see little of his mother except her vague, fleshy shape through the frosted glass. Yet knowing that his voluptuous mother was completely naked on the other side got his penis hard within seconds.

The shower door opened just enough for her hand to poke out, holding a shampoo bottle. She said, "The bottle here is empty, but you should find another just like it in the bottom right cabinet. It's the only shampoo in there."

He quickly found the right bottle and held it in his hand. He didn't know what to do with it. "Um, how do you want me to give it to you?" he asked, and then realized that wasn't the best way to phrase things, given the circumstances.

Susan had been expecting to just give him a tantalizing, obscured glimpse of her body through the frosted shower door. Frankly, that was all Suzanne expected as well, assuming that her attempt to disrupt the shower even worked. But Susan found herself saying, "Just put it in my hand."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she thought, Why on Earth did I just say that?! Now he's going to have to open the shower door and see me completely naked!

She didn't even realize it consciously, but she'd loved having her son stare at her the past few days when she'd worn sexy outfits. Unconsciously she wanted more, even if her rational brain did not.

He was at a loss over what to do. She'd pulled her hand back, and it didn't look like she was going to reach back out to him. Since the door was only open a crack, he didn't see how he could get the shampoo to her without opening the door. But more than that, he could barely think or breathe, since he had such a great view of her nudity through the slightly opened door. He couldn't believe that his mother, the same mother who had told him that dancing was sinful and bikinis should be illegal, would let him see her in the buff.

After some long moments passed, she still didn't make any move to reach toward him. So, reluctantly and nervously, he reached to open the shower door. He was immediately immobilized by the lusty and lovely vision before him.

Susan stood with her back to him, lathering her body with soap. She seemed to be unaware of his presence. But in fact, her heart was pounding wildly and her face was burning at the realization that he was looking at her completely naked body. She had no idea what she was doing or why, but her intellect seemed helpless to overrule her libido.

A few moments passed where he just stared at her back. He thought, My GOD! I have never seen any woman so scorching hot anywhere in my life! Not even on TV or in movies! Not even Aunt Suzy! Every inch is complete perfection. Father must be absolutely INSANE to be away practically all year. Man, if I had a wife like that, I would never, ever, EVER leave the bedroom! Seriously!

He'd been erect already, but now his erection was so engorged that it seemed like it had swollen to twice its normal size when firm. He just stood and stared.

Finally, she turned her body partly towards him while reaching out to grab the bottle, but then realized that the glass shower door was still mostly closed. She said over her shoulder, "Could you open the door, Tiger?"

He reached out to do so, but his hands seemed to move as slowly as molasses. He wanted to prolong this once-in-a-lifetime experience as long as he could. His eyes devoured her firm ass, shapely back, and the side view of one tremendous boob while her eyes watched the progress of his hands opening the door.

Finally the door opened. Her vision wasn't that bad without glasses, so she could see him fine except that he looked somewhat blurry. She was surprised to see him without a top, and for a second she feared that he had stripped naked. She looked down and realized with great relief that he was still wearing his shorts, but in so doing she couldn't help but notice the pulsing monster threatening to rip them in two. They both realized there was nothing between their private parts but air and Alan's shorts. That both excited and frightened her.

Susan started to freak out as she thought about it. She reached out, grabbed the bottle, and turned her back on him. "Thanks a ton!" She was too embarrassed to make further eye contact.

She thought her little dare of sorts was over, so breathed a big sigh of relief. Phew! Thank goodness! What's gotten into me? He probably saw all of my bouncing boobs when I reached out. Heck, what am I talking about; he's certainly staring at my butt this very instant! That's so... improper!

Alan stood there transfixed. He mumbled, "Um... Sure." He tried to drink in as much of her naked body as he could, hoping to burn the image permanently into his brain. It was the first time in his teen life that he'd ever seen a woman fully naked, since Suzanne hadn't completely taken her skirt off the day before.

"I'll just be going then," he said after a few more seconds. His eyes focused mostly on her sudsy buttocks, but they roamed everywhere. Even her toned, muscular legs and the gentle curves of her back somehow seemed to be demanding his urgent attention.

Susan closed her eyes tightly. She was sure he was still there, still staring. Her thoughts drifted to the big bulge she'd seen in his shorts, and then drifted back to the memory of Akami stroking it in the doctor's office. She couldn't consciously admit to herself just how proud it made her that her body had gotten him so hard, but the feeling was good enough that she couldn't muster the resolve to ensure that he left.

In fact, she stepped back and turned a bit, giving him a better side view of her glistening wet body. She brought her hands to her breasts, though it was unclear, even to herself, whether she was making a feeble effort to cover them, or cupping them and thrusting them out and upwards to give him a better view.

She was barely able to control the excitement in her voice as she said, "You know, Tiger, things have been a bit strange lately. To say the least! I hope you don't mind me being more open, like asking you to help with the shampoo. I figure it can only help you out with your treatment. Are you okay with stuff like that? I'm a bit confused about it, but Suzanne thinks it's the right thing to do. I'm just trying to follow her advice about what's best for you." Then she turned away again.

He thought, Jesus H. Christ! I saw a bit of her bush. And a nipple, too! I had no idea Mom is so, so... well, just plain hot!

He tried to speak, stuttered on air, and then cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, yeah. Sure. Um, thanks, too. I'll be going now."

But her hands were now repeatedly sliding over her ass in what looked to be a very sexual way. There was no way he could tear his eyes away from such a sexy sight, even though he was sure he'd cum in his shorts in a matter of moments.

She thought, This has to stop! I'm acting like some kind of porn star performing a striptease. I'm putting on a private sex show for my very own son! This has to stop, and now! But if it's so wrong, why do I feel so good, so alive?

She transferred her weight from one butt cheek to the other, knowing that movement made a very arousing sight for her son. Then, squeezing some shampoo into her hands, she raised both arms in the air and began rubbing the shampoo into her wet hair. She arched her back, a pose that made her look remarkably like she was in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

He continued to stand there for another minute or more, losing all track of time. If I were a braver man, I'd reach out and touch her. Maybe ask if she needs help washing her back. But I could never do that! It's just the same as if she were a million miles away from me right now, because there's no way I could ever get up the courage to touch her. I think I'd die of fright, even if she asked me to do it. Especially if she asked me to!

"Okay, good to hear you're okay with that," she said after another long pause.

"Thanks for the help with the shampoo. I'm all set now," she added after yet more moments passed.

Her one-sided conversation continued in slow motion. After more time had passed, Alan finally responded with, "Okay, I'll just be going then... I'll, I'll see you later." That was the third time he'd announced he was leaving.

He took one last look at his mother, who was naked from head to toe only a few feet in front of him. She still had her back turned to him, but even from the back he could see the sides of her orgasm-inducing tits well enough.

He was amazed to realize from what he'd seen just how long, shapely, and toned her legs were. It was all he could do not to whip out his dick and masturbate openly right there in front of her. Many guys would have been driven to aggressiveness or even * by such a sexy scene, but he literally was overwhelmed even by the idea of touching her.

She had her back arched dramatically, and her head was bent back even further, so the water pouring from the showerhead hit the top of her head directly and then sent the shampoo behind her and down her back instead of down her face. Had her eyes been open, she would have been staring directly up at the ceiling. Her arms again reached up so she could rub the shampoo into her hair.

He found the sight of the musculature around her bare armpits surprisingly captivating. And since her eyes were closed, he felt even more emboldened to stare and try to memorize every last inch of her perfect body.

Her butt cheeks were clenched, and much of the shampoo suds were running down her back and onto them. Her legs were slightly spread, but the view through her legs of her pussy was obstructed by a large accumulation of suds between her thighs.

She turned the water down, then paused. Suddenly she turned her head and looked over her shoulder down towards his waist, to make sure he wasn't doing anything untoward with his rampant erection.

He was merely clenching his hands on the crotch of his shorts, as if trying to prevent his boner from escaping. He also hoped that would somehow help him hold back from climaxing, or at least mask it a bit if he did.

She covered her boobs and crotch as she turned, acting as if it was only a problem if he saw her front side. But her tits were so large that her hand stood no chance of covering them completely; she didn't even succeed in completely hiding both her nipples. She gazed at his crotch for far too long to be subtle about it, then looked up into his face. Her face was one of concern, indicating that things had gone too far and that he had to go.

It occurred to him that she was trembling. That finally broke his spell long enough for him to turn around and walk away. The shower door was still wide open, as was the door to the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom in a daze, shaking his head in wonder.

He hurried back to his room so he could masturbate to thoughts of his mother, even as he was consumed by guilt for doing so. He also chastised himself severely for being so rude and staring at her for so long. He felt as if he was a pinball being bounced around until he didn't know which way was up.

Susan thought to herself, Why the heck did I just do that? Why didn't I just tell him to go? Why couldn't I have gotten the shampoo myself in the first place? I'm turning into a complete exhibitionist ... and worse!

Why does he have to have such a BIG bulge there? And his bare, manly chest... I'm thinking such sinful thoughts about my own son. I can't! I can't! It's wrong, it's sinful, and it's improper!

But her guilt didn't last long after she began thinking about Alan watching her naked in the shower. She imagined him aggressively walking into the shower with her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and then calling her an exhibitionist slut. Then she imagined him pinning her against the shower wall and slamming his powerfully hard erection into her burning cunt.

Unconsciously she found herself cleaning her breasts, ass, and crotch very thoroughly with a bar of soap, but she still didn't dare masturbate openly. Masturbating was something she had literally never done in her life and she didn't really even know how to do it.

As a result, she ended up feeling very frustrated. After the shower ended she felt tremendous guilt, as she tried to banish the unwanted erotic thoughts completely from her mind. She even cried.

— — —

Susan went downstairs and called Suzanne to come over. She poured out what she called "the whole, sordid, horrible story" of what she'd done in the shower.

Suzanne was surprised and pleased, especially since Susan was still not revealing her dream of a few nights earlier, or that of the previous night either.

Suzanne was careful to show only sympathy and concern. They talked about it for a long time.

In the end, Suzanne more or less convinced Susan that she'd performed a noble deed in assisting in her son's medical treatment. If her body felt strange or tingly, that was just an inconsequential and perfectly harmless side effect.

Susan was glad to find any excuse to explain away her behavior. She felt a lot better, so much so that only hours after the shower she changed into a more provocative dress than any she'd worn before. This time Suzanne didn't even have to tell her exactly what to wear..

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28 Katherine's Sexy Sleepwear

Alan was very disturbed that he found himself so turned on by his own mother. He'd tried to take a nap after he'd masturbated but found he couldn't sleep, even though he'd barely slept the night before. Images of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were filling his head. When he'd woken up in the morning his masturbatory fantasies had involved all three of them, and he'd masturbated to thoughts of them as well after he roused himself from his nap. Visions of them had been dominating his mind throughout the day, almost from the moment that the new policy to "sex things up" was announced.

He got up and paced around and around. What he really wanted to do was talk about all of this with someone, but he felt he couldn't reveal his wicked thoughts to any of those three, because the three people he most closely confided in were the very people he wanted to talk about. He decided that he could talk to his sister about the overall situation, at least in a general way, and get some feedback. He went to her room and knocked on the door.

"Hey Sis?"

"Yes?" she answered through the door.

He waited after hearing this, and hearing nothing more, finally decided to open the door. When he did, the resulting sight gave him quite a shock: Katherine was lying in bed with her satin sheets mostly off, wearing just the skimpiest of nightwear.

She cried out, "Alan, I'm nearly naked!" as if he needed that pointed out to him. She pulled herself up from the bed, which had the effect of allowing him to see her rack much better.

He stood with his mouth agape and face blushing. "Um, uh, sorry! I'll leave." He started to shut the door.

"No. Wait!" she cried out.

He stopped, but didn't turn around. That gave her just enough privacy to make herself more presentable.

She continued more calmly. "It looks like you want to talk about something important. This is really no different than if I was wearing a bathing suit; it's just that you surprised me. What is it?"

He reluctantly re-opened the door and tried to look anywhere in the room except at his sister's body. He asked, "What are you doing, dressed like that at this hour?!"

"Oh, I was just taking a nap."

"Oh." He thought that was odd, since she didn't take frequent naps like he did, but he didn't have any reason to doubt her. (In fact, she was dressed like that precisely so he could walk in on her.)

She asked, "What's up?"

The first thing that came to his mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his stumbling into a completely naked Susan only a few hours earlier. So he started with that. "Weird things are happening lately, Sis. Earlier I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower. But she didn't immediately shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her. Naked. Can you imagine that? Our mom, letting me see her naked? And now I see you like... this."

He looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt attention, with her big tits nearly spilling out of her bikini-styled top. One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

He went on, with greater agitation and more difficulty in concentrating, "And, uh, anyway, these things never ever happened before, and now they're suddenly happening all the time. Is it all connected to the new 'sexing things up' effort? Does that explain it all?"

Katherine lied, "I dunno. I'm not really sexing things up; I'm just finally wearing the clothes I want to, now that Mom'll let me. Like, look at this nightgown. It's so silky and comfy. If you ran your hand all over it, you'd know just how comfy it is."

He fell for that. He imagined himself running his hands over it. Since there wasn't much to it, he would have quickly wound up touching her breasts or pussy.

Using the excuse of her comment, she ran her hands all over herself like a femme fatale. She caressed her bare hips and tummy repeatedly.

He suddenly found himself wishing there was a way he could adjust his shorts.

But he focused instead on the conversation, finally continuing, "Well, whatever the cause, I'm finding myself very, um, attracted to you all lately. And distracted. And even aroused sometimes." He shifted nervously on his feet while his face only seemed to get redder.

"You are?" she asked excitedly. She clapped her hands in delight, causing her bikini to nearly slide completely off a boob. Only her nipple, which appeared to be protruding and very hard, stopped it from sliding off. She forced herself to calm her voice, then asked, "When you say 'you all,' does that include me?"

He winced, and then closed his eyes completely in embarrassment. "Of course it includes you. I'm really sorry. But you're just so beautiful."

Her heart soared upon hearing that. Seeing that his eyes were closed, she repeatedly punched her fist in the air. But fearing that he'd open his eyes again, she calmed herself down and said, "That's cool. I don't mind. In fact, I'm really happy that you're finding so much inspiration. Isn't that great? Soon you'll be back on schedule with doing your thing."

"Uh, yeah. That's great. I guess," he said not very convincingly. He was conflicted and wanted to talk more, but looking at his sister with her clothes so close to falling off was making any attempt at serious conversation impossible for him. So he gave up the effort. "That's all I wanted to say, that things are weird. I'll go now."

But she kept talking, trying to keep him in the room. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. We're trying to sex things up a little, remember? By the way, how do you like my new pajamas?"

He looked around for pajamas and then realized she was referring to the silk bikini she was wearing. "Wait. I thought you just said you weren't sexing things up."

She sat up on the edge of the bed and put herself on display, posing like a model. She even put both hands behind her head, knowing that was a pose which would arouse any guy. Flashing him a sultry look, she said, "Okay, maybe I am... just a little."

He was relieved that at least she'd finally adjusted her shoulder strap. He took a quick glance at his crotch to make sure his erection wasn't making an obvious bulge. It was, so he had to adjust himself a little bit.

"Um, nice," he stammered.

"Cool! He likes it!" she answered as if talking to herself more than him. "I bought it yesterday just for you, you know, to help make things sexier. But do you think it's TOO sexy? You're not just my brother; you're like my best friend too. I don't want you to be all weirded out."

He was "all weirded out," but he didn't want her to stop wearing it so he lied: "No, it's cool." He hastily added, "Uuuuhhh, I gotta go. Thanks for talking." His heart was pounding and his brain was fogging. He felt he had to go before he reached sensory overload.

"Is that all you wanted to say? Well then, I'm going back to sleep." She immediately dropped her head and closed her eyes. But she added, "Thanks a lot, Bro."

He just stood and stared at the vision of loveliness. He couldn't fail to miss that the strap had fallen again, causing one nipple to partially poke out of her bikini pajamas.

Dang! I've never seen so much of her chest. That's a nipple, right there! My sister actually has an amazing body hiding under all that clothing! She's pretty stacked too.

Then it occurred to him that her thanking him seemed incongruous, so he said, "Thanks for what?"

Still lying there with her eyes closed, she mumbled, "Just thanks for being such a great brother. I don't mind looking sexy for you, 'cos I know you'd never overstep the bounds. I think helping you get hard is going to be a lot of fun." She didn't open her eyes, but she smiled for him.

He stared some more, then staggered out of the room. He left feeling even more confused than before. He thought in frustration, Great. My cure for getting a hard-on thinking about my mother is getting a hard-on thinking about my sister. That's crazy!

Back in his room, Alan masturbated twice. He told himself he wouldn't think about his sister while he was doing it, but failed utterly - she was all he could think about, as she had intended..

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29 Dirty Talk

Suzanne asked, "Hey, have I told you what happened to Sweetie and me when I went to his bedroom the day before yesterday?"

Susan replied, "No, you didn't, and I don't know if I want to know. Besides, why are you bringing this up now, of all times?"

She had a good point about timing. It was Saturday morning, and Susan and Suzanne were doing their usual daily morning exercises in the Plummer basement. But rather than talk before they started, or after they finished, or even during a break in between, Suzanne spoke up while they were right in the middle of their exercise routine.

Suzanne shrugged. "I dunno. It just came to my mind." That was a lie. There were a variety of expensive exercise machines in the basement, and Suzanne had waited until Susan was sitting on the one she was on now. One had to ride it much like a bicycle, which meant that Susan's pussy was pressing hard against its narrow seat. Suzanne knew that Susan never masturbated, but in this position it was extremely easy to slide against the seat for an arousing "ride."

Suzanne continued, "I helped Sweetie get hard and stay hard. I even got to see his penis! Totally exposed, right in front of me!"

Susan closed her eyes tightly and even put her hands loosely over her ears. "I don't want to know about any of that. I figure it'll only make me have more weird dreams." Then, after a long pause, she asked with great worry, "You didn't, um, touch it, did you?"

"No, of course not."

"Good! And don't, please!"

Suzanne said in a dreamy voice, "I didn't, but boy did I want to! Susan, his penis is soooo big! But more than its size, it's just so PERFECT! You know what I mean? When I see a smooth, thick penis like that, all I want to do is run my fingers all over it. And kiss it! And run my tongue-"

"SUZANNE!" Susan cried out in exasperation. "Please! I don't need to hear that!" She didn't consciously realize it, but her growing arousal was making her slide back and forth in her seat a little bit, stimulating her clit.

Suzanne was on a less arousing machine; she wanted to avoid acting suspiciously with Susan watching. She had carefully positioned herself so that she didn't have a clear view of Susan's privates, so Susan wouldn't worry about her self-stimulation being seen. Suzanne said playfully, "Tell you what. I won't tell you any more about that if you tell me about your dreams. Now you've got THREE nights' worth of dreams to catch up on telling me. You know I'm gonna get those dreams out of you eventually, even if I have to tickle them out of you."

Susan sighed in defeat. She knew that when Suzanne really wanted something, she didn't stop until she got it. She replied, "Okay, I'll make you a different deal. I'll tell you about the dreams of the past two nights, but not the weird dream I had three nights ago."

Suzanne complained, "But now that's the one I really want to know about the most!"

"Sorry. But everyone should have SOME secrets." The dream she didn't want to talk about involved her waking up in bed with Alan. They were both naked, and somehow she knew that they were husband and wife, even though it wasn't mentioned out loud. They had kissed and caressed like a very happily married couple that were still deeply in love. There wasn't much more to the dream than that, but she was petrified about Suzanne having a field day analyzing the Freudian implications if she ever found out.

Suzanne knew she could coax the truth about that dream out of Susan eventually, but Susan was her best friend, and she didn't want to make her unhappy, so she said, "Okay, fine. Let's talk about your more recent dreams then."

Susan dropped her head in defeat as she recalled those dreams. "Suzanne, it's terrible! My dreams are getting more and more arousing, and more and more improper! They all seem to involve Tiger and his... his... member!"

"Well, that's no big deal," Suzanne said encouragingly. "I told you it's all about burning off your sexual energy while you sleep. Think of it like lancing a boil. And I'm sure your dreams can't compare to mine. Why, last night, I had this dream where-"

Susan cut her off. "Please! No! Don't tell me. You'll just give me more bad ideas." She buried her face in her hands.

"What do you mean?"

Susan spoke through her fingers. "Ever since you started talking about blowjobs the other day, they've kind of been on my mind. Last night, and the night before, I was having dreams where I had to help Tiger out with his problem."

"Doing his thing," Suzanne clarified.

"Yes. But not only did I help him with my hands; I helped him with my mouth! It's so wrong! So very, very wrong!" Without realizing it, she resumed rocking on her arousing seat.

"But it's just a dream. It's not real life."

"I know! But I keep thinking about doing it in real life too! Not that I ever would. Never! But he IS sinning six times a day. Masturbation - what the Bible calls 'the sin of Onan.' I feel bad just letting that happen. But I can't just allow myself to help, or even allow you to do it. It's all too arousing. Er, I mean disturbing! Disturbing!" She rocked steadily on her seat, still without being consciously aware of it.

Suzanne couldn't help but smirk a little bit at Susan's verbal fumble. She asked, "Okay, it's obvious why you can't help him directly, or why Angel can't help him, but what's wrong with me helping him that way?"

Susan finally took her hands from her face and said, "You're his aunt! Okay, I know that technically you're not really his aunt, but the truth is, you are. In fact, you're more than that. You're his second mother in all but name. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be proper."

Suzanne decided not to press that issue just yet. Instead, she said, "If only we could find someone else. Some other woman. A sexy, beautiful, busty woman who'd take his big erection in her hands and happily stroke it and fondle it, caress it and love it. Run her fingers playfully up and down his thick, strong shaft, like the trunk of a sturdy redwood tree."

"Yes... Yes..." Susan whispered. She was lost in reverie, rocking on her seat, repeatedly stimulating her clit.

Suzanne went on, "Of course, she'd have to be naked."

"Completely naked?" Susan asked with trepidation.

"But of course! What's wrong with being naked? Doesn't it say in the Bible, 'And they were both naked, man and woman, and they were not ashamed'? I believe that was in Genesis somewhere."

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to recall that passage. It definitely sounded familiar to her. "Yes, I believe you're right."

"So why should we be ashamed? Besides, it's practical to be naked in these situations. After all, his cum could fly anywhere! Absolutely anywhere! You don't want to get your clothes all stained and cummy, do you? I mean, this woman wouldn't, would she?"

"I suppose she wouldn't." Susan was finding it harder and harder to breathe.

Suzanne grinned a little bit. "And while she'd do that, lovingly stroking and caressing Tiger's big, strong erection, he'd play with her breasts! Her big, round, luscious breasts! His thick trunk would grow even thicker, even longer, even HARDER! Oh, so hard and full of cum as he toyed with her nipples. Why, he might even kiss her on the lips, if it helped his dick stay firm and throbbing with pleasure."

"YES!" Susan cried out lustily. But then she caught herself, and said to Suzanne, "Er, what I mean is, yes, I suppose that would be acceptable, if it keeps his member hard."

"Oh, it does! Who knows how long it would take, but after what seemed like hours of stroking and loving his erection, maybe even kissing it a little..."

"NO!" Susan gasped. She was rocking hard, working on her clit now.

"Yes. Just a few kisses, here and there. To show him how much she loves him."

"Well, okay. She loves him a whole lot!"

Suzanne smirked again, because it was ridiculously obvious that Susan was imagining herself as the woman in the story. "After kissing it, and licking it, but mostly just stroking it, his big dick would be full to bursting with delicious, life-giving cum! His seed! His sperm! Suddenly it would BURST forth, a torrent of semen, of love! His cum - no, his LOVE - would splatter and splash all over her naked body, even while he kept on fondling her big tits! Her cum-soaked big tits!"

"YES!" Susan panted, but this time it was in an emphatic whisper.

"It's all too much for the busty mother! She falls to the floor, overwhelmed with orgasmic lust, and yet he stands above her, cumming and cumming and cumming, painting her entire body with his fertile seed!"

"YES! Mmmm, yes, yes, YES!"

Suzanne went on, "And you'd think that would be all, but no! He's a virile, studly young man, and his big dick is powerful and demanding! I know; I've seen it with my own eyes, as have you. He'll be hard again in no time, if he ever gets soft at all. Which he probably won't! This woman will have to keep on stroking and stroking and licking and loving and even sucking on his big fat cock!"

"NO!" Susan gasped, nearly delirious with arousal and excitement.

"Yes, Susan, yes! Especially that! Sucking and licking it! All afternoon if necessary, and into the evening too! Mornings, as well. Because six times a day is so very, very much! He's handsome and full of cum. He has needs! Big needs!"

"Yes, yes, yes! YES!" Susan had a vague notion that she was rocking in her seat, but she tried not to think about it too much. She also knew on some level that she was clutching at her hefty boobs, but she didn't want to think about that either, because if she did, she'd have to stop.

Suzanne concluded, "So that's what that woman would have to do. And not just once, but every day, day after day after day. I dare say pleasuring his penis and saving him from the sin of masturbation would have to be a big part of her life. Maybe even for years to come. Where on Earth could one find a woman like that? That's the question."

Susan was so close to a climax that it was like agony for her, and there was a growing wet spot on the front of her green leotard. But she slowly came down off her erotic high since Suzanne was winding down with her passionate story. She finally said, "Yes. That is the question."

Suzanne looked around and acted like she was surprised to realize she was in their exercise room surrounded by machines. "Hey, you know what? Let's not worry about that right now. I suppose that counts as one of our breaks. We should get back into rhythm before we cool down too much."

"Yes," Susan agreed sadly. She would have loved for Suzanne to talk more along those lines, but then she told herself that it was the devil inside her thinking those thoughts.

Resolving to be a good, responsible Christian mother, she resumed her exercise routine.

— — —

When Alan woke that morning, he found another wet spot near his stiff "morning wood." Such wet dreams had been happening to him a lot ever since the appointment with Nurse Akami. He recalled part of his dream. It was something about Katherine and Susan dancing naked while Suzanne gave him a blowjob. Akami was there too, dressed in her nurse's scrubs, giving Suzanne advice on how to ensure that the blowjob was "sufficiently stimulating."

He thought, I'm going crazy. How can they seriously expect me to stay sane with all this sexy stuff, accidental or not, happening around here?

The day was uneventful for Alan. He was so weirded out by the back-to-back nakedness incidents the night before that he decided to spend the day away from the house to give him some time to think. He spent the whole day at the beach with his friends, Sean and Peter.

That evening, he went to the movies with yet another friend. By the end of the day, he felt much more himself, and more at ease.

He also found the time to climax three times, when he woke up and he went to bed at night, and also when he took a late nap after coming home from the beach. But he did that without help from Suzanne or anyone else..

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30 Tennis?

As Alan had grown older, especially as a teen, he had concluded that he really wasn't religious, despite the fact that Susan most certainly was. He felt obliged to go to church from time to time to keep her from complaining too much. That Sunday he couldn't wiggle out of attending. Not surprisingly, the entire morning was off limits for any kind of sexual hijinks.

But the fun resumed shortly after lunch when Suzanne came over. She carried a tennis racquet and was dressed in her tennis clothes. Not surprisingly, she looked absolutely fantastic.

Alan was reading the New York Times, which he liked to do each Sunday, but he forgot all about that when he looked up and saw Suzanne standing there.

She gave him a saucy grin as she waved her racquet through the air. "What do you say, kid? Think you can beat me?"

He stood up. "You're on!"

Alan was a very good tennis player - he was on the high school team. But Suzanne was even better. After all, she'd been playing since before she was Alan's age, so she'd had about twenty years more practice than he'd had. But they were close enough in skill to make it interesting.

Alan rushed off to put on appropriate shoes and clothes. After he was dressed and had his tennis racquet, he looked for his mother and found her working in the front garden. He let her know where he would be.

It seemed there was some unwritten rule that the Pestridge women were always welcome at the Plummer house, although the Plummers seldom went over to the Pestridge house. This was because there was such a fun, loving environment at the Plummer house, but a divided and emotionally tense environment at the Pestridge house. The one exception was the use of the "fun stuff" in the Pestridge backyard. Both houses had nice pools, but the Pestridge house also had a hot tub and a tennis court.

Both families were quite rich, but the tennis court was an obvious sign that the Pestridges were wealthier. The court was down a slope from their house, on a large chunk of mostly tree-covered land that easily could have fit another house as large as the big Pestridge one.

Alan and Suzanne walked gaily through the gate in the high fence between the two families' properties. As they walked, Alan said, "Aunt Suzy, I guess we haven't had much time lately to just talk in a normal kind of way. Have I made clear just how much I love all the help you've been giving me?"

She snickered, thinking about how impossible it would be for any boy his age not to love what she was doing to him. But then she said, "You have. Not so much with words, but when you get excited and your eyes light up, that's all the thanks I need."

"Awww. Aunt Suzy, you're the best!" He leaned into her and pressed their upper arms together, even as they kept walking. He asked, "Um, this is kind of a weird question, but can you tell me where all this is going?"

She played dumb. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno. Things are getting pretty sexual lately, and the way you're helping me out... Could things, I dunno..."

Before he could get his thoughts together, she said, "The answer is 'No.' Don't question where things are going; just enjoy the ride, okay? And don't push, or you could mess things up. Now, I've got a challenge for you."

"What's that?"

"One set. If you win, we'll go straight to your room afterwards and I'll help you look at some more sexy pictures."

"Okay!" he said brightly. "And what if you win?"

She gave him a saucy smile. "Oh, I've got a pretty good feeling you'll win."

"Oh, man!" He thought, Instant boner! because that was exactly what happened to his penis.

They reached the court and started playing tennis. Sure enough, Suzanne made it clear from the start that she was going to let him win. She hit the ball as well as ever, but if he hit a shot where she had to run to get it, she usually just stood there and let him win the point.

However, he had a tough time winning just the same. For one thing, he'd had a very stiff erection even before they started to play. It certainly didn't go away when Suzanne took off her warm-up suit, revealing a skimpy light blue tennis outfit that showed off lots of leg and cleavage. That was boner-inspiring enough, but as soon as she bent over to pick up a stray tennis ball, he realized that she also wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt. Sometimes when she twirled to hit the ball, her skirt would rise up and show him flashes of either her bare ass or her bare pussy.

Suzanne loved to tease. But at least she had mercy on him, because they only played one set instead of their usual two or three, and she made sure that he won the set rather quickly. In truth, she was nearly as eager to go back to his room as he was.

— — —

Back in his room, events unfolded much the same as they had the previous time. The main difference was that they both made even less of a pretense about looking at Internet porn. They both sat next to Alan's computer, but they only gave token glances to the computer screen.

Meanwhile, Katherine was in her room, just across the hall. She didn't like spending a lot of time there, especially when it was a nice sunny day outside. But she'd been reading on her bed, hoping that Alan and Suzanne would have another one of their "sessions." As soon as she heard them enter Alan's room and settle down, she crept into the hallway to eavesdrop some more.

This time, she was a bit more prepared. Last time, she'd just put her ear to Alan's door, but now she held a glass against the door and put her ear to that. It made a big difference. Previously, she'd only been able to make out occasional snippets of conversation, but now she could hear almost everything that was said.

She heard Alan say, "Oh, Aunt Suzy! Sheesh! I can't believe it! Your boobs are just so..."

"Big?" Katherine could almost hear the amusement in Suzanne's voice.

"Yeah, but that doesn't even begin to cover it. It's not just the size; it's that they're so... perfect! So round, so firm, so natural, so unlike the fake ones in the magazines. And your nipples are just the right size, in the right places. I mean, look at these women on the Internet. They can't compare. Seriously! I can't imagine how much Hugh Hefner would pay you to grace the cover of Playboy."

"Who, me? At my age?"

"Yes, at your age! If anyone out there thinks you're too old, they're mental! The only other woman in the whole wide world as beautiful as you is Mom!"

Katherine sighed as she heard that. Dammit! Mom and Aunt Suzy. How in the hell can I compete with those two?! She looked down sadly at her chest. Especially in the boob department. What more can I do? I've got D-cups, for God's sake, and it seems like they're less than half the size of theirs. If there was some kind of pill I could take, or food I could eat... If I got pregnant, then my boobs would grow! What a dream come true that would be!

Her thoughts were interrupted because she heard Suzanne say, "My LORD, Sweetie, you're really whacking that thing, aren't you?"

"I can't help it! All you're doing is sitting there, but you're so fucking hot that I can't even stand it! I'm gonna cum soon!"

"No! Don't! Hold out! Take your time and enjoy this."

Katherine looked up and down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. Then she lowered her hand, raised her short skirt, and started playing with her clit. She thought, Yeah, Brother! Take your time! Stroke your big fat cock; give it a good, long wanking! Drive Aunt Suzy wild, and then blast your seed all over her sexy body!

For the next half hour, the three of them continued like that. Katherine kept on masturbating, and she heard just enough discussion every now and then to be able to figure out what Alan and Suzanne were doing. She was disappointed that Suzanne never appeared to have touched Alan's penis or taken off all her clothes, but it sounded like Alan was having a hell of a great time just the same.

It turned out that Alan was right about having to cum soon, since he came within five minutes of when they'd started. But his penis revived almost immediately, and the next time he lasted the rest of the half hour before cumming a second time.

After that, he made clear he was wiped out, so Katherine beat a retreat back to her room. She'd managed to cum three times herself, and she'd hardly made a peep doing so.

As was her recent habit, once she recovered she got out her diary and wrote down her impressions of the experience..

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31 Cute Amy

Amy hung out at the Plummer house most evenings and sometimes in the afternoon as well, but she hadn't been there much the past several days. Suzanne had been keeping her busy at their home, so Suzanne would be able to flirt with and dress sexily for Alan without her daughter getting involved. But Suzanne could only keep Amy away for so long and, indeed, Amy showed up again Sunday night.

It seemed that Amy, like her mother, also preferred the happy environment of the Plummer home more than the unhappy one of her own Pestridge house. Mostly that was because Amy was very good friends with Katherine, even though they were one year apart in school - Katherine was a junior, while Amy and her brother Brad were both seniors like Alan. In fact, Amy and Katherine were more like close sisters, since they'd been doing things together since they were in diapers.

Amy was a truly unique girl. She was one of the most beautiful girls in school, as befitted the daughter of someone with Suzanne's looks. Her breasts were still far from the heaving watermelons that her mother had, but nonetheless they were more developed than almost everyone else's at the high school, even a little bigger than Katherine's. They also looked proportionately bigger because Amy was only five foot eight, compared to Katherine at five foot eleven.

It also didn't hurt her bust line that she was slightly plump. That by no means meant fat; she just had a fuller, curvier figure than the typical skinny fashion model. She had mostly copper-colored hair that verged on becoming dirty blonde if she spent a lot of time in the sun. Like both her mother and Susan, she had fair skin and tried to avoid the sun as much as she could.

Her face differed from her mother's though. Whereas Suzanne had a naturally sexy "come hither" look and narrow eyes and eyebrows that made her look very intelligent and worldly, Amy had a much more open and innocent look. She had wider, hazel eyes and a nearly permanent smiling expression, with big, rosy cheeks. She almost always seemed happy and content, because she was a naturally positive and happy person.

But what made her unusual was the rest of her personality. She was frequently called an airhead or a space cadet. She came across as extremely absent-minded, completely guileless, and naturally kind, leading people to conclude that she was too naïve and gullible for her own good. Her mother in particular worried about how Amy would survive on her own in a harsh world. As a result, all her family and friends tried to protect her and run interference for her.

In reality she just had different interests than her peers. She wanted to be an artist, so she tended to look at things with an artist's eye, noting compositional aspects rather than attributing meaning to what she saw. That would have explained a lot of her "airhead" or "space cadet" detachment, except that only her family and very close friends realized that it was her artistic bent that caused her to behave that way, simply because she saw things so differently.

Regardless, her personality and looks perfectly fit the role of cheerleader, so naturally she was on the varsity cheerleading squad. She'd become a cheerleader in part because it was what Katherine was doing. They were already best friends, but being on the same squad of six cheerleaders only strengthened their bond.

Katherine was on the squad because she wanted to be popular, and she was so athletic and good looking that she could get on the team even though her personality didn't fit in with the other cheerleaders. Amy didn't share those motivations, but wanted to be with her best friend Kat. Like Katherine, it wasn't hard for her to get on the team, thanks largely to her looks.

Suzanne had an even harder time understanding her other child, Brad. In recent years, he had moved into a world that was completely alien to his mother and his sister. He'd become a rebellious type, somewhat like the popular image of James Dean or The Fonz. But time had changed what appearances were considered rebellious; Brad had ever-present black clothes, spiky hair and a few piercings. He was into loud thrash metal music that everyone else in the house hated, and he really loved "macho" men's stuff like cars, football, and fishing. He was on the football team at school as well, so he had some areas of common interest with his father. But he and his mother had little to talk about, other than what food was being served for dinner.

So with a husband she resented and a son she didn't know, the only reason for Suzanne to be at home was to be with Amy. But Amy was rarely at home; she was often off with her friends, doing cheerleader practice or hanging out in malls and the like.

When Amy did come home, she was like her mother in that she preferred to be over at the happier Plummer household next door. She was somewhat close to Susan and Alan, since they'd known her from before she could talk, but both were also on different wavelengths, Susan with her religious prudishness and age difference, and Alan with his nerdy, boyish pursuits. So she usually hung out with Katherine when she went to the Plummer house. Amy and Katherine weren't that naturally compatible, but they had shared everything together from early childhood. That led to Katherine acting like Amy's very protective older sister, even though Katherine was only eleven days older and Amy was a grade ahead in school.

Amy seemed so clueless that her family and friends all tried to protect her, especially from leering men. Amy had had a frightening sexual encounter the year before, where the guy had tried to take advantage of her apparent naïveté and * her during a date. (Luckily, he hadn't gotten very far before she'd successfully cried out for help.) So other people were always telling her whom she could do what with and when, keeping her on a short leash where her social life was concerned.

Therefore, the issue of whether to tell Amy about Alan's medical situation was a difficult one. On the one hand, she came over to the Plummer house a lot, and like her mother she came and went with her own key without knocking. But on the other hand, nobody really knew if she could keep a secret, because they'd never known her to keep an important one before. For all they knew, she might just up and blurt out something in her absent-minded way. Even Suzanne tended to think of Amy as an airhead.

The result of all this was a very awkward scene that Sunday evening. Alan, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne were in the living room watching TV when Amy came over. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, because the Plummers had a really amazing wide-screen TV. That was another reason why Amy liked to come over so much.

But since no one had told Amy about the new "sexing things up" policy, she didn't know why the three women there were dressed in such revealing clothing. Susan wore a formal and somewhat revealing dress, while Katherine wore a loose summer dress. Suzanne was wearing more formal clothes than what she'd just worn at dinner back in her own home. But it was clear to Amy that none of the others were wearing a bra.

None of them realized that Amy had entered the house. As she walked into the living room and stood behind Alan, she looked over towards her mother and realized that, from her point of view, or Alan's, she could see her mother's entire pussy!

Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation. She'd worn a fancy outfit that covered her upper body more than usual, and that even kept her boobs quite restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicion away from her. But the skirt exposed most of her thighs when she was standing. Not only had she helped Alan cum twice in his room earlier in the day, but she'd been teasing and tempting him with her appearance almost all afternoon as well.

Thus, by sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the cushions, the fabric rode up to her waist and exposed everything below it.

The positioning of the sofas meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her pussy completely exposed for Alan to see.

As if that wasn't enough to blow Alan's mind, her hand was also absentmindedly lingering in that area. It looked like she was liable to plunge a finger into her slit at any moment.

Everyone was looking at the TV in rapt attention, except Alan, who clearly had his eyes on another show.

"Hi Mom!" Amy finally said, after checking out everyone in the room.

The others all looked up, startled, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

Suzanne immediately jumped in her seat and began covering her pussy even before she'd figured out who was speaking or from where. When she saw where Amy was standing, she turned beet red.

Alan blushed as well, though Amy could only see the back of his head from her point of view. She couldn't be sure of where he'd been looking.

"Amy! You surprised me. How you doin'?" said her mother, scared, but trying to sound nonplused.

"M'kay. What'cha watching?"

"A 'Friends' rerun. Come sit down and join us." Suzanne made a show of making room so that Amy would sit on the same sofa as her, putting her daughter between herself and Alan.

Amy did so.

A commercial soon came on, and they muted the sound as they usually did for commercial breaks.

Amy asked, "Hey guys, where are all the clothes? Everyone's dressed kinda all skimpy."

One could hear a pin drop in the ensuing awkwardness. No one knew what to say. The problem was that none of the women had talked about the potential for such a situation with Amy coming up, mainly because Katherine and Susan both looked for Suzanne to take the lead, but Suzanne was in denial about her daughter becoming a sexual creature.

Katherine and Susan were going through a sexual awakening, and having Alan around was what made showing off fun. He was a safe target to test out their new looks. He was so polite and considerate that he didn't have it in him to do something shockingly aggressive or nonconsensual. Neither woman would even think of wearing the same clothes around a stranger.

Suzanne was getting an erotic buzz by taking things one step farther with Alan, and was greatly enjoying the slow "hunt" since it was rare for any man to not instantly fall all over her. But Katherine and Susan had been such goody-goodies for so long that not even Katherine had fully realized where Suzanne was taking things. She knew in general terms what Suzanne had been doing to Alan in his bedroom (since she was listening in), but she would have been shocked to discover how Suzanne had been secretly exposing her pussy.

A painful and extended pause came to an end when Suzanne answered Amy, "It's the heat wave, Honey Pie." (That was Suzanne's usual term of endearment for her daughter.) "The air conditioning isn't working over here, so we're all just dying."

It was true the air conditioning was broken, thanks to Suzanne. Taking advantage of a minor heat wave, she wanted the temperature uncomfortably warm, which would encourage the wearing of skimpy outfits. She'd simply thrown a breaker switch on the air conditioner unit, and then told Susan that she'd take care of getting a good repairman she knew to come and fix it. Thanks to that set-up, she could come up with all sorts of delays and excuses.

"But none of you are wearing bras or panties," Amy pointed out. "That's totally weird! Cool, but weird." She pouted, "I wish I didn't have to wear undies all the time."

The three other women were taken aback again. That they weren't wearing bras was obvious. Even as Susan moved around in her chair to speak to Amy, her giant boobs bounced around and then jiggled in ways that would give any man an instant boner.

It didn't give Alan a hard-on only because his penis was already rock hard, and had been so almost from the moment he came home that afternoon.

But the lack of panties was far less obvious, unless one had seen what Suzanne was doing as Amy walked in. So Susan asked Amy, "How did you know we're not wearing panties?"

"I saw Mo-" Suzanne assumed that Amy was naïvely going to complete her sentence by saying, "I saw Mom's pussy, and she was playing with it in front of Alan." So, foreseeing what was coming, Suzanne cut her off.

"That's right!" Suzanne blurted out, masking her true, frightened emotions. "I'm so proud of you! My daughter is so observant, aren't you?"

Amy shrugged as if to say, "Heck, anyone could see that."

Suzanne continued, "Yes she is!" She looked over to Susan and said to her, "You see, most people looking at you would never guess that you're not wearing panties. But an observant artist like my daughter would be able to notice the absence of panty lines even from a distance."

Suzanne pressed on before Amy could contradict her or stupidly blurt out something else that would expose what she'd been showing Alan. She was regretting not having given Amy a heads-up as to what was happening, rather than just avoiding the issue and hoping that Amy wouldn't come over. She thought quickly, trying to come up with better excuses. "So it's the heat wave, but that's not the whole story. You see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?"

Because Suzanne's head was turned towards Susan, Amy couldn't see Suzanne's face, so Suzanne made wild gesticulations to Susan with her eyebrows and hands to indicate that Susan should go along with what she was saying.

Katherine saw the faces and started giggling.

Susan was totally surprised. She replied lamely, "Uh, private bet? Yeah, that's it, a private bet!" She wasn't a great actor, since she always wore her emotions on her sleeve, but she tried her best to play along.

Suzanne continued to expand on her made-up excuse, "You see, it's been unusually hot lately, and so the other day, we women, we were all sitting here and discussing how hot it was, and trying to figure out what to do about it. We made a bet, and I won. And the terms of my victory were that we'd all use my method to beat the heat by wearing loose clothing and no bras or panties for the whole month."

"Wow," said Amy. "That's really cool, in more ways than one. And I'm really surprised, especially that you'd go along with that, Aunt Susan. I mean, you're so... traditional."

Susan replied nervously, "Yeah, well, a bet is a bet, right? And it's not really so bad. In fact, I don't mind at all. I'm a lot more comfortable now. And anyway, it's only for inside the house. Not even your house, of course; just this house. No way would I walk around like this in front of a stranger." That reminded her of standing naked in the shower in front of Alan, and she started to squirm about nervously.

"Why don't you dress like that at home, Mom? And what about Alan?" asked Amy. "He just-"

Suzanne again cut in before Amy could say any more. "Alan! Is ... a member of the family, right? So he doesn't count. It doesn't matter if we walk around naked in front of him, even, 'cos he's a very nice respectable boy who would never take advantage of us. Right, Sweetie?"

"Right." Alan, somewhat bewildered by the conversation, figured it was best to play along too.

Suzanne quickly went on, "Now, Honey Pie, you might say, 'But Mom, you're not a Plummer.' But you know that you and I are like members of this family. So Sweetie is perfectly fine with our plan."

"Oh really?" said Amy with innocent glee. "That sounds like fun! I wanna do it too! Can I join you guys for the month too?"

The other women all looked at each other questioningly. There was an unspoken understanding that the decision was really up to Suzanne, since she was Amy's mother.

So, grudgingly, Suzanne answered, "That's fine, darling. But if you do, you have to promise one thing. From this moment on, you won't say one thing about any of this to anybody. Not a word about panties, or bras, or looking, or nakedness, or anything. Is that clear? Not even talking amongst ourselves. Just total silence on this. We don't talk about it; we just do it."

"M'kay!" Amy enthused. "I like keeping a secret! This is going to be fun!"

Suzanne was very proud of herself. In one fell swoop, she'd accomplished three things: she'd managed to get Amy to keep quiet about Alan staring at her uncovered pussy, she'd come up with a credible explanation that would cover just about anything Amy might accidentally barge in on during the next month, and she could now test Amy with a less important secret to determine if it would be possible to tell her about Alan's "medical treatment" sometime in the future..

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32 Naked Amy

But Suzanne was not expecting what happened next.

The others had begun turning back towards the TV, since the commercials had ended and they thought that the excitement was over. But Amy immediately took their words to heart. She undid her bra under her T-shirt and pulled it out and off through her sleeves in that way women sometimes do. Then she grabbed the T-shirt and quickly pulled it over and behind her head, then down her arms, letting it fall to the floor behind her. It wasn't exactly the most logical sequence of events, but everyone was too shocked to pay attention to the details.

Suzanne cried out angrily, "Amy Pestridge! What the heck are you doing?! Stop that!"

Susan looked over towards Amy and did a double-take. "AMY! Wh-what ARE you doing?!"

"I want to get dressed just like all of you. Didn't you just say that was okay?" As Amy talked, she pulled her shorts off, and then reached to take off her panties.

Alan was completely enraptured. Amy was the only person in the room he'd allowed himself to have naughty fantasies about before this had all started. With all the recent excitement she'd gotten lost in the shuffle, but now his lust for her came surging back, stronger than ever. Sweet Amy? I've never seen her like this!

"But, but, your panties!" Susan blurted out to Amy in dismay.

"Didn't you all say to not talk about it, but just do it?" Amy responded. "I thought we weren't even supposed to say the word 'panties.'" With that, she grabbed her own panties and pulled them down her legs and completely off.

In so doing, her boobs bounced all over, much to the delight of Alan and the horror of Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne.

Suzanne was the most perturbed, because she still thought of Amy as her little girl, rather than as a teen verging on full-fledged womanhood. But even Suzanne conceded, "That's what we said. Quick, Honey Pie, put your shirt and shorts back on as fast as you can, and sit back down for the show." She hoped that Amy's getting nude would distract her from asking awkward questions about why her mother had been showing off her own pussy just a short time earlier.

But Amy didn't seem to be in any hurry. She stood there in all her naked glory, happy as could be.

Alan's heart leapt into his throat as he waited impatiently to see what their reaction would be. Whoa! Amy is SEXY! Dang! Instant boner, he said to himself, even though he was already hard from Suzanne showing off her pussy. But she's just standing there in her birthday suit! Are they gonna allow her to stay like that?!

"M'kay. Just a sec," said a completely unperturbed Amy, while turning around to grab her shirt. It had fallen to the floor, so she bent down to pick it up, bending stiffly at the waist. That put her big, wide butt on perfect display for Alan, and allowed him to see her pussy lips peeking between her legs as well, as she didn't keep her legs closed.

Alan was so excited that he almost impulsively scrambled over the arm of his chair to get closer to Amy.

She turned around again and put on the shirt, and then finally the shorts.

He felt really bummed when the shorts eventually covered her bush and the surprise striptease finally ended. Wow, I've never seen a completely naked woman in my life, and then I see two in just a few days! And Mom and Aims, of all people.

Amy exuberantly hurried over to the sofa and sat next to her mother. Then she said to Susan, "You're right, Aunt Susan; it is fun to dress like this! Thanks, everyone, for letting me play too. Doing it in front of Alan makes it even more fun, I think. Thanks a lot!" She flashed a big smile in Alan's direction.

"Uhhh, you're welcome," he said.

Suzanne looked at Alan and rolled her eyes in amusement, trying to nonverbally communicate her thoughts to him: You're welcome, my ass! As if you suffered a lot!

He thought to himself, I can't BELIEVE how surreal things have gotten around here lately!

But it still wasn't over. He looked over at Suzanne and Amy, both sitting on the solid sofa that was built for two or even three. The others finally turned back to the TV, allowing him to notice that in the position he was in, he STILL had a good view of Suzanne's pussy, though he could only see a bit of it and not the massive, lewd display of her entire crotch that she'd been giving him only a few minutes earlier.

But right next to her sat Amy in shorts about as short as shorts can be. She sat with one leg propped up on the sofa, allowing him to see some of her pussy too. The snatches of mother and daughter being accidentally - or maybe not so accidentally - displayed right next to each other got him turned on all over again.

He waited a few excruciating minutes until "Friends" was finally over, and then hightailed it back to his room. He promptly jacked off. Then he did it again.

Back in the living room, after Amy and Katherine left, Susan wanted to have a word with Suzanne. Susan's worries were getting the best of her, especially when she remembered the shower incident. "Suzanne, I appreciate what you're trying to do for Tiger, but don't you think it's gone too far? Shouldn't we call this off, this crazy 'sexing things up' idea?"

Suzanne said, "You're concerned about what happened with Amy."

"Yes, but not only that. At least she's not related to him, and you're not either. But what about my daughter and me? How can I forgive myself before God for all of these sinful acts? At some point I have to put my foot down and say 'No.' No more craziness. When I think about some of the things I've been thinking and dreaming lately..." She shuddered. "What if our innocent Angel starts feeling the same way? Or Amy? I can't allow that!"

"Hmmm. I see." Suzanne was at a bit of a loss on how to get Susan to continue with her scheme. She decided a limited, tactical retreat was best. "Susan, I think you're right. It would be good to tone things down just a bit. But certainly not stop. Look what's happened to Sweetie lately. He was so down last week, he dragged himself around like a slug. And now, have you ever seen him happier?"

"I don't know if happy is the right word," Susan pointed out.

"Let's say walking on air then." That was a more accurate description. So was "bewildered" or "stunned," but Suzanne tactfully refrained from going there. She continued, "In any case, it's done him a world of good already. Sweetie's energy problem is still there, whether we like it or not. We have to deal with it. But now with his confidence surging, I'm sure it'll be just a matter of days before he asks someone out at school." It was a blatant lie.

Susan looked at her skeptically.

Suzanne said more honestly, "Until that happens, what's the problem? It's doing all of us a world of good. You're finally breaking out of your conservative shell and loosening up a little. I never thought I'd see the day. So is Angel. Do you know how much the other girls at school have snickered at her for the old-fashioned way she was dressing? But she takes after you completely. She adores you. So with you coming to terms with your own body and starting to dress like a normal person, so is she. You can't stop that now, if only for her good."

"But what feels good isn't always good in the eyes of the Lord," Susan said sanctimoniously.

Suzanne rolled her eyes with disdain. "Susan, there's nothing in the Bible about nudity being a sin. Where in the Bible does it say that you wearing the black cocktail dress that your Tiger loved so much is a sin? Don't you want to make him happy and help him out at the same time?"

Susan was very doubtful, but she was too ashamed to reveal her deeply concealed worry that she was becoming sexually attracted to her own son. And she was no match in arguing with the silver-tongued Suzanne. "I guess. If you say so..."

Suzanne didn't stop there, but kept arguing her point of view for a long time. By the time she was done with Susan that evening, Susan was convinced it was her moral duty and even her responsibility to walk around the house half naked to help Alan out. Suzanne was a great and dear friend to Susan, but she almost always got her way in the rare times when she really wanted something.

— — —

Back in his room, Alan was happy to stay there for the rest of the evening, doing little more than alternating between masturbating and homework. But about an hour after he'd retired to his room, his sister knocked on the door and asked to come in.

Alan was a bit perturbed, since he was naked under the sheets and in the middle of masturbating yet again. Doing it six times a day really did take up a lot of his time. In addition, he figured the smell of his cum had to be at least somewhat obvious. But he didn't have an excuse to turn her away, so he grabbed a book from his bedside and said, "Uh, yeah, I was just lying in bed reading. Come on in."

Katherine came in wearing a revealing yellow dress that he'd never seen before. "I just bought some new clothes today, and I wanted to show them just to you. Can I get your opinion? What do you think?" She leaned up against a wall and struck a sexy pose for him.

"It looks great on you. No kidding. What a totally new look you've got. I like!" He wasn't just saying that either: the strapless dress was so tight it looked like it was painted on. She would never have worn anything like it even a few days earlier, even just inside the house.

She beamed. "Thanks! You're too kind. But I've got a favor to ask. Can you help me out with something in my room?"

He was concerned by the fact that he was naked under the sheets and sporting a big hard-on to boot. "Sure. Give me just a minute." He hoped she'd leave and give him a chance to put on some clothes. He noticed too that she was sniffing the air curiously.

Guessing that he was naked under the sheets, aside from his T-shirt, she suddenly rushed towards his bed, acting playful. "Just a minute? Come on lazy bones! I need help now." She started tugging at the bed sheets, while he frantically grabbed hold of them so she couldn't pull them off.

They had a frenetic tug of war with the bed sheets, but for Alan it was no game - he had to keep them on or face grave embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, he was winning in keeping the sheets on, but in so doing he was unable to simultaneously hide his raging hard-on. The sheets tented up over his crotch after he moved his hands away.

Her eyes grew wide, then her hands stopped tugging on the sheets. "Oh my! What do we have here?" She giggled profusely as she stared at the tented sheets.

"Hey, it's not funny," said a hurt and shamed Alan.

"What is that thing in there?" she asked, pointing right at the bulge. "Did they move the Eiffel Tower under your sheets, or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled some more.

"Ha ha," he said without laughing. He tried to act annoyed, but he was more aroused than anything. Part of him didn't really mind getting caught.

"All right. Sorry about that, Bro. Never mind about the help, and have fun doing your thing. You sure are hiding something big under there though. I wonder what it could be." She blew him a kiss and left the room.

By the time he went to sleep that night, he realized that he'd cum eight times over the course of the entire day, including twice before he got out of bed that morning. He'd been so excited by Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that he'd wanted to do nothing but masturbate all day.

Furthermore, he thought, Now I've got so many new and different erotic memories that I'll be a walking hard-on for a long time to come. Not to mention the fact that tomorrow looks to be an even more promising day! I can't even imagine what all four of them are going to wear! Sweetness..

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33 Dear Diary

To Alan's disappointment, the next day was surprisingly boring. For one thing, the weekend was over and he had to go back to school. In the past he'd always enjoyed school and actually looked forward to going, but lately it had become a chore. It seemed like wasted time that took away from his increasingly exciting time at home. But he slogged through it nevertheless.

Back at home, all the women seemed a bit taken aback by the incident with Amy the night before, so they dressed and acted more conservatively.

Amy also spent most of the afternoon and evening at the Plummer house. That frustrated both Alan and Suzanne, because Suzanne couldn't find an opportunity to get away alone with Alan for more of their supposed Internet porn viewing.

Suzanne had intended to take Alan's seduction a step further, giving him a handjob. She didn't terribly mind the prospect of getting caught in the act by Susan or Katherine: she could claim that she just got a little over-enthusiastic in helping Alan out with his problem. She was confident that she could smooth over any resulting ruffled feathers with either of them.

However, Amy hadn't been told of Alan's diagnosis and prescribed medical treatment, because Suzanne was still attempting to protect her daughter from all things sexual.

That left Alan having to take care of himself all six times that day. Each time he spent it fantasizing mostly about Suzanne. Only days earlier he hadn't permitted himself to consciously think of his "Aunt Suzy" in a sexual way, even though he'd sometimes broken that resolve in the middle of pleasuring himself. But now he was masturbating to the overt idea of fucking her silly and having great orgasms while doing so.

Yeah, I call her "Aunt Suzy," but she's not related to me. Of course it would be completely wrong to have sex with her, so it will never happen, but just to fantasize about it is completely harmless. Fantasies are just fantasies, and this one works for me. The more I think about her, the less I'll have dangerous thoughts about Sis and Mom.

So those ideas about Suzanne were pretty exciting and not very troubling for him at that point. He was a bit slow on the uptake on sexual matters, so he still couldn't really believe that Suzanne might want to fuck him as well, which would make his fantasies become real. He thought that she just loved to flirt and tease, and enjoyed helping him "do his thing."

Both those things were true, but they didn't tell the full story, which was that she had an audacious plan to seduce the entire Plummer family if she could.

All in all, Alan was still a happy camper with such exciting and intense sexual fantasies. But he was sure that Tuesday would be much better. The reason wasn't simply because he figured that Suzanne would find a way to come into his room again and help him with his orgasms. What was even more exciting, if that were even possible, was the fact that he and Susan had another appointment with Nurse Akami after school.

Akami had called a few days earlier and said that Dr. Fredrickson had given her permission to take over most aspects of his case, as it was something she was particularly interested in and it tied in with her career plans in medicine (provided that the Plummers were okay with that, and of course they were). She'd said that she wanted to get started immediately in familiarizing herself with the case, and that she thought that bimonthly appointments would be better, but there would be no extra cost.

So that, and a lot of other related thoughts, got Alan hard every time he thought about her, which was often. His main problem was that he had another day of school to go through, and it wouldn't do to be sporting a raging boner everywhere he went. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't concentrate at all in his classes anymore.

— — —

That night when Katherine wrote in her diary, she was in a contemplative mood.

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I wonder why I love my brother. Wait, scratch that - it's easy to answer why I love him - he's a great guy, and he totally loves me! The question is, why am I IN LOVE with him? But I don't really see what the difference is. If I love him, and he's handsome, my age, and male, how could I not be in love with him too? I hear there's some kind of biological thing that dampens that kind of feeling for kids in the same family, but that's never been the case with me. Maybe it's because we aren't related genetically. Diary, you know better than anyone that I've been madly crushing on him for years!

God, I love him so much! I know I've made lists and tried to quantify it in different ways, but the thing is, whenever I see him, I just... fly! I fly! I swear, I get totally moony. Sometimes it's so tough just being normal around him, especially when I want to kiss his sweet lips so hard! And that's only ALL THE TIME!

Of course I know he's a doofus, and a goof, but he's MY doofus! I even love his flaws and quirks. The main thing is, we're best buds. Pals. He's not only my brother, he's my very best friend, even more than Amy! I can't imagine NOT living with him. That would just kill me! I mean, I seriously can't even imagine it. He's like my rock, someone I can completely trust. And he's so dreamy! Such a HUNK! And he's well hung too! He's the full package, so to speak!

My life has had this bittersweet edge these past few years, knowing how much I'm in love with him, yet feeling that it could never be. Even if he did feel the same way, what about Mom?! I could never break her heart and have her find out her two kids were committing incest with each other. She's so much more than just a mom; she's like two parents in one. I could never, ever hurt her!

But now...? Oh my God, it's all so exciting! Who knows what could happen now, with this medical treatment craziness?! Aunt Suzy is so great! It's like she's breaking down the door, and I can rush in that newly opened door, right behind her. I wouldn't mind sharing Bro with her, if it comes to that. Better to have half of his heart than none at all, right?

I totally wish I could talk to her and find out what she's planning and where this is all going, but I'm afraid I might ruin everything with that approach. Right now, these are the most thrilling, best days of my life. I've gotta play it cool and roll with the punches. I totally want to just throw myself at Bro and fuck him silly, but I can't.. Not yet, at least! Patience!

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34 My Teacher : Ms. Gloria Rhymer

Susan and Suzanne continued their usual morning workout tradition on Tuesday morning. However, Suzanne had added an exciting new component: before, after, or sometimes even during their exercise session, they would talk about their sexual dreams from the night before, as well as detail any arousing experiences during the previous day that the other might have missed.

Susan was generally very honest in her accounts, although sometimes there were dreams or parts of dreams that she was just too embarrassed about to tell. And she also tried not to reveal just how much she was thinking about her son in a sexual way lately, or how passionate her feelings were. Still, very little got past Suzanne. Susan's heart was like an open book, and she was a terrible liar. If she tried to hide something, Suzanne usually was able to ask pointed questions and coax the true story out of her.

Suzanne was less honest. She also explained her dreams, but only very selected sections. She knew that most of her dreams were far too shocking for Susan to handle at this stage. She even had dreams that were just of her and Susan intimately loving each other for hours. To even hint at those kinds of feelings could have ruined their friendship altogether.

When Suzanne did talk about her dreams, she described things in an extremely arousing way that inevitably left Susan hot and bothered. At times, she tried to similarly describe what she and Alan were doing when Susan wasn't around, but Susan didn't want to hear it. So, once in a while, Suzanne resorted to telling it like it was a dream, only to finish with: "Come to think of it, that wasn't a dream. That was what happened last Friday when we were up in his room."

That little trick worked every time. Suzanne could actually see Susan's arousal level immediately double just by the look on her face. The only problem was Suzanne usually had a hard time keeping a straight face.

Susan felt that Suzanne helping to inspire Alan was a "necessary evil," but the more she heard about it, the more she felt that she'd be tempted to help him in the exact same way, which she was trying her best to avoid.

She found that her resolve and resistance were slipping with each passing day. Looming ahead was the next medical appointment she and Alan had at Dr. Fredrickson's office, on Tuesday afternoon. Given what had happened during the last appointment, just thinking about the next one sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine.

— — —

Hours later, Alan sat in his fourth-period class, World History. Soon it would be lunch. He was excited about the upcoming doctor's appointment, but not as much as Susan was, since he had a lot of other things on his mind too. That was especially true in this class, his favorite class of the day.

His teacher, Ms. Gloria Rhymer, was not just the object of his longest crush, but she was an excellent teacher too. She was talking about something the class found interesting, but Alan didn't hear a word. He was thinking about all of his recent luck.

He looked around the classroom and thought, It seems there's a large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around me. Seniors in high school are in the prime of life, and Southern California is justly world-famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really attractive people remotely comparable to the beauties back home is small.

Of course there are a few pretty girls here and there, but none of them are as beautiful as Christine. Man, I haven't been thinking about Christine really at all lately, have I? I suppose that's no surprise, given the other women occupying all my fantasies these days instead.

However, when he did think of Christine, his heart filled with pain. He wondered how he'd ever overcome his shame and be able to talk to her again. He'd been avoiding her, even when she tried to reach out and repair their friendship. The burn of rejection was still too hurtful for him.

While Christine was stunningly beautiful and outrageously curvy, Gloria Rhymer was a knockout in a more subtle way.

Alan had been pining after her for a long time. He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teaching class naked, and was doing it once again. The school year had just started only a few weeks earlier, at the beginning of September, but he'd known Ms. Rhymer a lot longer than that. She'd taught his American Government class during his freshman year, during her very first year of teaching. Then, after a year without a class from her, she'd taught his U.S. History class his junior year. Now, as a senior, this was the third time in four years that he was taking one of her classes.

In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet," as he was for one or two other teachers. As one of the smartest and most emotionally mature students in the school, his being a teacher's pet wasn't too surprising. But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for someone on whom he had an intense crush. Besides, he had an extra special friendship with her, and it had been that way since his first year in high school. They just seemed to click as friends in a way that transcended their difference in age and social status.

Alan didn't know her exact age, but he knew she was in her late twenties.

She seemed even younger though. It was well known, for instance, that she was a frequent surfer at the nearby beaches. As a result, many students frequently called her "Surfer Girl," though no students called her that to her face. Her love of surfing was also a good indicator of her athleticism and physical beauty. Her boobs were fairly big for a surfer. (She wore a 34C bra.) However, few women could match the high standards that Alan had when it came to breasts, which were based on the generous boobs of his mother Susan and his 'aunt' Suzanne.

Even so, when she stood in a bathing suit, Gloria Rhymer, who was known to her friends as Glory, was definitely impressive. A number of times, beginning three years before, Alan had seen "Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when his masturbatory fantasies of her had begun.

She looked absolutely perfect with a surfboard under her arm, like a woman from a Playboy spread of sexy athletes. She was firm and muscular all over, but the muscle didn't take away from her femininity and she still had nice, smooth curves. Her curly blonde hair waved in the breeze, making a nice contrast to her tanned skin.

She was of medium height, about five foot seven, a good deal shorter than the nearly-six-foot-tall beauties in the Plummer and Pestridge households.

Back in class, it was much harder to see her beauty. She almost always wore conservative clothes that covered up all but her hands and face. Her hair was short as well. It wasn't that she was prudish, but she just didn't want her body to become a distraction in the classroom or an issue with her colleagues. As a result, she went to great lengths to cover it up.

But she had been seen by many others at the beach, and was clearly the object of many young men's fantasies, as well as those of a few young women, no doubt. When Alan and his friends went to the beach, they all talked openly about the possibility of further "Surfer Girl" sightings, and which beach to go to in order to see her. Since she surfed on many different beaches, usually distant ones (probably in part to foil the admiring students), running into her was a matter of pure luck.

When class finally ended, she discretely motioned with her hand that Alan should speak to her once the classroom had emptied.

She was a very kind and friendly teacher, and knew many students on a personal level. That meant knowing something about their private lives and talking with them socially in school. In most high schools, to see a teacher outside of school was an unstated taboo that rarely happened between any student and teacher, but she wasn't deterred by that. However, of all her students in the fourth period, only Alan would have frequent talks with her after the class had ended.

Since lunch followed the fourth-period class, Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun gabbing, and then make his way to lunch. Sometimes they would even spend all of the lunch period talking, a practice that they probably would have done more frequently except for the disapproval of the other teachers. The subject would often be her class or the students within it. He would give feedback about things like whether people were getting bored or what material in particular went over well, so she could improve her teaching technique. She would also expand on historical facts mentioned in class that he'd found interesting.

However, the two also couldn't resist engaging in gossip about the other students. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either; in fact, it usually was the other way around. He was surprised at how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers, and he wasn't nearly as interested in school gossip as she was. If he did inquire about what others were doing, it was usually only a lead-in to telling her something new.

However, this time she didn't want to talk about any of those things. Instead, she asked him, "Is something up, Alan? The last few days you've been kind of spaced out, and today you were on another planet altogether. I think if I would have, I dunno, torn off my dress or something, you wouldn't have noticed at all! What gives?"

Oh maaaaan! What am I going to tell her? She's too perceptive and she knows me too well to believe some bullshit story. They sat directly on the edge of her desk, as they usually did when they talked after class. He shifted around nervously in front of her.

"Uh, to be honest..." He scratched the top of his scalp nervously, and hung his head down sheepishly. "It's women trouble. I'm thinking about women too much."

"Oh really?" asked a suddenly very interested teacher. "Someone in class? Or is it someone in school? Christine, perhaps?" Like many people, she knew all about Alan's crush on Christine. She was not only an insatiable gossip hound but was also very observant and a good guesser.

"Actually, it's not really even someone, or, er, someone in this school, per se."

"Oh, reaaaally!" She thought, This is getting more and more interesting! And what does that "per se" mean?

"But I can't tell you the details," he added. "You see, it has something to do with an embarrassing medical condition that I've got."

"Young man," - she liked to call him that - "you've got me really confused now. Could you please clarify your meaning? I don't want to pry into your personal affairs..."

Bull honky, he thought.

She continued relentlessly, "...but it looks to be something that's affecting your behavior in class, so I want to know." She always had good excuses for learning more gossip.

"I really, really can't say."

She stared at him witheringly.

"All right, I can say this much, if you promise not to tell a soul."

"I promise." She made the "cross my heart and hope to die" gesture over her chest.

"I have a medical condition which is causing me to make some adjustments in my lifestyle, and that's making me really confused. I wish I could say more, 'cos I'd really like your advice about some things, but I can't. I promised my family that I wouldn't tell a single person about this medical thing. Can you please understand that and respect it?"

"Yes, I suppose, but that really doesn't explain anything. For one thing, young man, you're a perfectly healthy, uh... young man. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you that I can see. For another, that explanation seemingly has nothing to do with girl trouble, which is what you said is distracting you in the first place."

"That's true, but I really can't say any more... Well, okay... I guess I can say this: energy. My problem is a lack of energy. I sleep too much, and I'm always tired. You know that. You've bugged me how many times about nodding off in class? So I'm getting treated for that. It's not really a big medical problem. Nothing to get worried about. If the treatments work, then great; if they don't, then I'm the same as before, which is no big deal. Okay, does that explain enough? I really have to go to lunch now."

"Yes, thanks for sharing that with me. I really appreciate your confiding in me. I'm glad we're friends enough to have this conversation, and I promise I won't tell anyone. You know I'm a gossip, but I also know when to keep my mouth shut, so don't worry about that at all. But I still don't see the connection between that and your girl trouble."

He looked away in embarrassment. "Like I said, it's complicated."

She put a hand on his shoulder, which was highly unusual for her. Even though they had been close friends for over three years now, there were limitations to their friendship since she was a teacher and he was a student. For one, she didn't feel comfortable seeing him outside of school without some education-based justification such as a museum trip. For another, they almost never had any physical contact, in part for fear of fanning the flames of suspicion by people who already thought it likely that they were being too friendly with each other.

She said, "This doesn't have anything to do with your asking Christine out and her turning you down, does it?"

He blanched. "Oh, Geez! You know about that? How do you know that?!"

She let go of his shoulder, and shrugged. "You know me; I'm a gossip hound."

"Oh man! That sucks. If you know about that, it means other people do too. Man!" He sighed. He added, "But it doesn't have anything to do with that. Well, not directly, anyway. Like I said, it's complicated."

She frowned with frustration. "Hmmm. Well, I hope you'll be able to clarify this mystery for me before too long. I just hope that whatever your medical problem is, and whatever your girl troubles are, it won't affect your behavior in this class next week. We have some important tests coming up. If you want to talk about it some more in confidence, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Thanks a lot. I'll do that."

She added, "You know I pass on a lot of gossip, but I can keep a secret. Especially if it's about you, I would never tell a soul." She almost added, "Because you're special to me," but that was the kind of thing a teacher wasn't supposed to say to a student, especially when she knew that student had a crush on her.

He nodded. "Gotta run!" He was out the door in a flash.

She continued to sit on her desk, trying to figure out just what the hell he was talking about. Lack of energy, huh? Tired. Seems like he's suddenly thinking about girls a lot, or maybe too much. Perhaps he's taking some pills to boost his energy that are having the side effect of boosting his libido. That would explain things.

Yesterday AND today I noticed him coming into class like he had a tree trunk stuck between his legs. Definitely an uncontrollable, raging hard-on. I'm thinking he must have been actually highly aroused for the entire class today. It's really unusual for any guy to be that aroused for that long. I wonder if he was thinking of me at all. Perhaps he's in a state of constant horniness. Hmmm...

Glory was attracted to Alan. But not only was she his teacher, she also had a serious boyfriend, so she dismissed her feelings for Alan as harmless and never to be acted upon. She did flirt with him a bit, but so very subtly that he didn't even notice. For instance, her comments a few moments earlier about tearing her dress off had seemed to go completely over his head. She was only 27, and constantly felt as if she would rather be one of the other students instead of the teacher, with all the unfortunate social walls that came with that role.

If I were also a high school senior, she mused, I would be all over the idea of Alan as my boyfriend. But I'm not, and I would never dream of actually having an affair with a student! No way, José! Unfortunately, Garth has been a real jerk lately; he's hardly acting like a boyfriend at all. Especially in bed! He's left me stuck with all this fantasizing.. The idea that the goody-goody and oh-so-polite Alan could actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight! After all, fantasies are harmless, right?

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35 Another Visit to the Doctor..Part 1

After the school day came to an end, Alan and Susan finally found themselves sitting in the doctor's waiting room, waiting for Nurse Akami.

Alan was extremely relieved that the wait would soon be over. He'd been so horny all day long thinking about Akami that he could hardly stand it. He had a very good feeling that something sexually exciting would happen: since Akami had massaged his penis last time, odds were she would do it again. For the first time ever, he seriously considered masturbating in a school bathroom during lunch because his need was so great, but the fear of getting caught by other guys had stopped him.

A big part of Suzanne's scheme to seduce Alan was getting Susan to loosen up so that Suzanne could have a sexual relationship with him without ruining her relationship with her very best friend. As a result, after Suzanne had spoken with Dr. Fredrickson on the phone and found out that Akami would be handling the next appointment by herself, she called up Akami and subtly encouraged her to get Susan to loosen up. (Suzanne had previously had some brief interactions with Akami, but she still had to turn on the charm to get Akami to go along.)

Akami had already been thinking along those lines. While waiting for Susan and Alan to arrive, she thought, Mrs. Plummer was obviously raised very conservatively. She trusts me implicitly because I'm a medical professional. I doubt she'll stop me no matter what I do, as long as I have some kind of excuse. So if I push her, one of two things will happen. One, she'll get increasingly horny as I grow increasingly bold with Alan. And that'll be fun, to watch such a prim and proper woman nearly bursting with lust.

Or two, she'll freak out to the point that she won't want to come back. That's even better, 'cos it would mean I can have these appointments just with Alan. Then I can REALLY have my way with him. I'll be able to tease him, jerk him off, and, hopefully soon, fuck him on every visit. And as a delicious irony, I'll even get paid to do it and Wilt will have to go along with it! Either way it's win-win for me, and for Alan too, as long as I keep up the pretense of medical necessity.

However, I can almost guarantee the second outcome won't happen. I know Susan's type. She's one of those Bible thumpers who are raised to obey their parents and preacher without question. People like that always obey their doctors without question too. I'd have to do something reaaaally outrageous to get her to think twice about not trusting me.

But then again, I AM planning on doing something really outrageous! Hee-hee! Suzanne Pestridge will be tickled pink, I'm sure.

Akami appeared at the door to the waiting room. To Alan, it seemed almost as if she was posing as she stood in the doorway, showing off her fine body. Whether that was the case or not, her sultry appearance got him even more excited.

"Nurse Fubuki will see you now," she said with a wry smile, making a joke of the fact that she would effectively be both Alan's doctor and his nurse.

The two of them went back to the same room they'd used the previous time, and soon Alan and Susan were chatting with Akami about this and that. Akami confirmed that, for all intents and purposes, she would be taking charge of Alan's case.

That was fine with Alan and Susan; nurse-practitioners often managed treatment programs once they'd been prescribed.

This time though, as soon as they got down to business, Akami matter-of-factly told Alan, "Please take off all your clothes and put on that gown. You might as well do it here since I'm going to see all of you today in any case."

He didn't mind undressing in front of her, but he felt very self-conscious about doing so in front of his mother. He made sure to take his clothes off with his back turned to Susan.

Susan watched his tight butt wiggling around with great interest. She was also secretly delighted to discover that the gown didn't cover much at all.

Akami took a look at his full erection as he was changing and joked, "Looks like we won't have to worry about getting you in an erect state this week!"

Susan also noticed his erection. She sucked in her breath and her heart started to pound wildly. Oh my goodness! It's practically as big as it is in all my dreams! Tiger is such a BIG boy! I can't wait to watch Akami stroke it. Er, I mean, I wonder if she's going to give it another abnormality check.

But he lost the erection a few minutes later when Akami put on some latex gloves and poked him with a needle so she could take a blood sample. She also took a number of other cursory measurements. In actuality, the only thing she really needed for medical purposes, and for the entire appointment, was the blood sample; her other measurements were just to make the rest of the appointment appear more necessary and legitimate.

Finally she got to what everyone, including Susan, was waiting for. "Ah," she said, "now it's time to check your penis again... I hope you don't mind, Alan or Susan, but we'll have to perform another check for abnormalities."

Both mother and son had strongly suspected that this would be coming.

Susan was intensely conflicted about it, wanting to see and yet not wanting to see at the same time. In truth, she'd been looking forward to this moment for days. Suzanne says that nudity is no sin, and that should be some consolation, but she doesn't know just how impure my thoughts are. Why, just watching Tiger's cute little tush, my nipples got as hard as they can get. I'm going to keep my eyes closed, no matter what!

Akami put on one glove in a grudging attempt to maintain some plausibility that this was a medical procedure.

But what surprised everyone was that no sooner had Akami placed one hand on Alan's stiffness to rub it, and the other hand on it to "check for abnormalities," then he started cumming.

Akami was sitting close to Alan when the cum began flying at her. Strings of cum hit her first on the face, then the chest, and then further down as she futilely tried to back away. Most of it ended up on her face, but a bit was deposited on her legs and the floor. Some of it even landed right in her open mouth.

"SORRY! So sorry! I'm so very sorry!" He apologized far too loudly. He was totally mortified and ashamed. The fact was, he was very sexually inexperienced and therefore didn't have much control over his orgasms or forewarning when they were imminent. The anticipation of having another abnormality check had been too much for him to take.

"I didn't expect that! Please forgive me!" he nearly screamed.

Susan also looked mortified, as if she were dying of shame that her son had done such a vile thing. But at the same time, she practically swooned upon seeing Akami's face thoroughly splattered with her son's cum. Her pussy and nipples throbbed with arousal as she unconsciously licked her lips, imagining she was licking up all that cum.

Akami, however, got over her initial shock quickly and took it in stride. "Look, you two," she said. "Don't worry; it's nothing." She began taking off her uniform. "Remember, we all want Alan to orgasm as many times a day as possible. Six times a day, or more. If he can ejaculate while in the office today, so much the better. Am I right? In fact, if he can ejaculate more before this session is over, that will help to make this a successful appointment. My only disappointment is that we weren't ready with a cup, because we have to take a sperm sample again before you go."

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36 Another Visit to the Doctor.. Part 2

Akami used a sink on a counter behind her to wash the sweet-smelling semen off her face. With her back turned, she gathered and swallowed all the tasty cum near her lips that she could reach with her tongue. Mmmm! That's really tasty! Then she took off most of her clothes. She finally turned towards them, standing in just her underwear.

Both mother and son were more than a little shocked at her new appearance.

Alan privately thought to himself, She's every bit as beautiful as I hoped! Her boobs were more impressive than her stifling, conservative nurse's uniform had made them out to be, and she was very fit and shapely.

Akami lied, "Sorry I had to take those off after he got them, er, messy. But don't worry; I'll have the doctor bring in another uniform for me before we're done." In actual fact, she didn't want the doctor to come in and spoil the mood. She hoped they'd soon forget about her expecting a change of clothes. Her cum-soaked uniform was now sitting in a heap on the counter with the sink.

She said, "Let's make lemonade out of lemons. In fact, if by just wearing less clothing I can help Alan reach orgasm again, that will also be for the better. Don't you agree?"

He just nodded. It seemed like a lot of people were asking him such obvious questions these days, like "Is it okay for me to take my clothes off?" He never knew how to respond in those situations, because he feared that too much enthusiasm might scare the person off.

Susan seemed somewhat mollified, since Akami didn't seem to mind.

Akami again held Alan's penis. She knew that, after such a powerful orgasm, it would take some time for it to re-engorge to full size, despite her more revealing appearance.

As she resumed stroking his penis, she made some idle talk to help pass the time. "Alan, can I ask you how you're so tanned all over, even underneath your underwear?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just naturally dark. The adoption agency wouldn't let us know my parents' true names, but the racial background was given, and there is some Middle Eastern blood in there along with French."

"Ah yes. The adoption. Sorry, but I forgot that Susan isn't your natural mother. You two look similar, except for a few things like your darker skin."

This line of thinking reminded Akami of something she wanted to bring up. "Alan, I want to talk to you about exercise in relation to your condition."

Susan and Alan each immediately became concerned but remained quietly attentive. The nurse continued, "You should avoid certain types of exercise. Tell me, do you know the difference between aerobic and anaerobic exercise?"

He answered, "Sure. Aerobic is like cardio and toning types. Anaerobic is strength training and muscle building."

"Correct." Akami smiled approvingly. "A person with your condition should avoid or severely limit anaerobic exercise. Your body currently is unable to properly produce the muscle fibers which that type of exercise develops."

Susan interrupted. "Alan is on his school tennis team. Does that mean he should quit? And what about swimming?"

"No, that's aerobic exercise, which is very good for him right now. Exercise that builds agility and endurance, while also raising his heart rate and blood pressure, will have a significant positive effect on his condition." Akami felt she could be a little playful, so she added, "That would also include most forms of sexual intercourse. Once Alan is able to find a girlfriend to 'help him out', we may see an even greater improvement in his condition."

That news both comforted and horrified Susan. My tiger is nowhere close to finding a girlfriend. If he does... does that mean... Should I allow... My goodness! What are the options there?! She fought mightily against that train of thought, trying instead to concentrate on Akami's next words.

At that point the nurse stated, "I'll write him a note for school that should keep him out of anaerobic exercise programs."

Akami had continued to stroke Alan's penis throughout the conversation. He remained semi-flaccid, primarily because he was so aware of being jacked off in an examination room in front of his mother, a situation which made him more nervous than excited.

After a few more minutes of fruitless stroking, Akami said, "Since we're short on time, I think I need to take additional measures." She got up again and put some lotion onto her finger. Then, after sitting in front of Alan again, and having him scoot forward to the edge of the examination table, she took her gloved hand and brought it up towards him.

"Alan, if you'll please lean back a little," she said. "Thanks. Now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to stick a finger up your anus."

"What?!" he asked in horror. "Why?"

"This will help with the stiffness of your penis. Don't worry. A little bit of stimulation of the prostate can be very pleasurable and increase arousal. Of course it's necessary to first lubricate the finger, but no doubt you're aware of that already, Susan."

As a matter of fact, Susan had never heard of such a thing, but she didn't doubt a medical professional.

Akami slowly inserted her finger into Alan's anus. "How does that feel?"

He grimaced. "Strange. Really strange. But I guess... it's not a bad feeling."

"Just hang on. It gets better." She slid her finger in a bit further, then slowly began moving it back and forth and in and out. At the same time, she fondled his penis and balls, trying to revive him from his flaccid condition.

Susan watched with rapt attention. She felt like she couldn't breathe, while her heart continued to hammer. She found herself hoping that Akami's efforts would bring about his swift revival. But at the same time, she felt guilty and dirty for looking, so she lifted her hands to cover her eyes.

"How's that?" Akami asked after another minute had passed.

"Wow... Really weird. But better." He thought, Man, that feels fantastic! Does this make me gay or something? Up the butt - it's so gross! Who would have figured? And my naked butt wriggling on this exam table is kind of turning me on more too.

Akami spoke in an aside to Susan, "So, as you can see, the finger in the anus has made the critical difference: he's re-erecting." She continued to work her gloved finger in his anus, while her other hand worked his engorging dick.

Susan stared in disbelief - her vow to keep her eyes closed had been a miserable failure so far, since she was staring between her fingers. However, she could at least console herself that Alan didn't realize where she was staring since he wasn't looking in her direction. She didn't know why exactly, but it took all her willpower not to grasp her boobs with both hands.

Getting no answer from Susan, Akami continued talking. "That reminds me," she said in a casual tone, as if rubbing someone's erection after they had just come all over one's body was a perfectly normal part of one's nursing duties, "I haven't yet asked the most important question of all. Alan, how are you doing on maintaining the proper number of daily stimulations?"

"Unfortunately, not so good," he said bashfully.

He tried to keep his head down and not stare at the nurse, but that only made him look down to where she was rubbing his shaft. His other options were to look towards his mother or at a blank wall, so he closed his eyes instead.

He confessed, "The first week or so I was right on track. But then the next six days after that, I didn't have any orgasms at all. But in the last week or so I've been working on it, trying to catch up. Yesterday was only six, but the day before that I actually had eight orgasms."

Susan already knew that fact, as she'd been keeping a close eye on the daily progress chart that Alan kept on the inside of his door. But she found herself gasping with surprise anyway. In her current state of arousal, she instantly pictured him jacking off over and over, with his cum repeatedly squirting into the air. That made her heart beat even faster than before. Her panties were starting to get moist. She hated that she couldn't control her response.

Akami, on the other hand, was poker-faced. "Hmmm. That's not good. I hope the doctor stressed last time that it's not just the overall average - consistency is important too. You can't go without doing it one week, and then do twice as much the next. Some slight daily variation is fine. For instance, you may find yourself in a situation where you can't find privacy at all for a day, and so you only cum once or twice. But to go without for six days is very troubling. You may have wasted the entire two-week period."

"I'm really sorry," he said. "But this was a very special circumstance. You see, I asked a girl out who I really liked, and she said 'No', so that really took away all my motivation. But I'm over that now, and I feel confident that kind of thing won't happen in the future."

Susan held her breath, wondering if he was going to mention the visual stimulation help he'd been getting at home. She exhaled with relief when she realized she wasn't going to be implicated in "helping" him.

"Well, that's good to hear at least," said the nurse. "But if we're going to salvage the week, it would help greatly if you could reach orgasm a large number of times today. This is really an emergency situation, to rescue your lost week. Just now, that was how many times today already?"

Akami had been stroking Alan's erection continuously during this discussion, keeping him as hard as marble. She'd been slowing down or stopping as necessary to keep him on edge without letting him ejaculate. She'd finished stimulating his prostate long before, then removed her gloved finger from his anus and discarded her gloves.

"That was my third," he replied, recalling the two times he'd masturbated in bed before school.

"Good. Now, why don't you close your eyes and keep them that way so you can concentrate on what I'm doing?" She said that so Susan would be free to stare at Alan's hard-on.

Then she spoke to Susan, but she made sure to stare at the penis that was less than a foot in front of her face, so that the horny mother would feel even more free to stare at her son's privates, believing that she could do so without detection. "Susan, Alan seems to be a good patient who is taking his responsibilities seriously. How do you see the situation? Are you comfortable with things, and the nature of his admittedly very unusual treatment?"

Susan dropped her hands from her face. "Well, uh, frankly doctor, er, nurse," she stammered, "I'm having some trouble adjusting. Everyone at home has had to cope with the new situation, and we're all finding some aspects of it very trying."

"What aspects would those be, Mrs. Plummer?" Akami hadn't even started the abnormality check; she was just blatantly jacking him off. No one seemed to mind though.

Susan decided that to reveal her true feelings wouldn't be very prudent. She wished to say, "I've shocked myself that I'm walking around without a bra or panties every day now, and I don't care. I feel really good when I see Tiger looking at my body. Sometimes I feel like a hussy and just want to throw off all my clothes and stand before him in the altogether. I just can't stop thinking about my handsome son or his big member!"

Instead, as she stared at Akami's hand sliding up and down Alan's pre-cum-soaked shaft, she said, "There are many troubling aspects. For one thing, we're all having the difficulty of telling some people, or maybe not telling them. We don't want this to be widely known, but we also have trouble keeping this secret from close friends."

"I see," said Akami, while also intently watching her handjob. Her expert hands were already bringing Alan close to orgasm again. She now had him where she could gauge if he was getting too close, and back off as necessary, keeping him in a state of near-constant bliss. "That's only natural. Might I inquire whom you've told?"

"That's all right. So far, just Katherine, my daughter, and Suzanne, my close friend and next-door neighbor, whom you may recall meeting briefly at the end of our last appointment. She's almost like family. We haven't told my husband yet, because he's out of touch, overseas."

"It sounds like you're being very selective in whom you tell. That's very wise. I was afraid you would hire a professional to assist Alan. That's a dangerous roll of the dice. You never know what will happen there."

"I agree completely!" Now Susan was finally conversing about something that she was more comfortable discussing, at least as comfortable as she could be, considering that she was sitting right next to the nearly naked Akami and staring at Alan's erection being jacked off while they talked.

But for some reason it felt far less strange to her than she could ever have imagined when his treatment had started three weeks earlier. She felt too good at the moment to think about all the reasons why this might be morally wrong, if not outright sinful.

Her attitude towards masturbation had changed completely in recent days, at least in regard to Alan's need to do so. She still thought of masturbation as a sin, but Suzanne had convinced her that an exception could be made on the grounds of medical necessity. Now every time Alan reached orgasm, it felt like a small victory to her, like the baseball team one is rooting for scoring another run. And she judged each day as a success or failure partially based on whether he reached orgasm six times or not. She (and Suzanne and Katherine) now frequently found excuses to go into Alan's room so they could keep an eye on the chart on which Alan recorded the number of times that day that he had climaxed.

Still, it was unnerving watching him actually getting stroked, not to mention her having seen Akami fingerfucking his anus. Her nipples ached to be touched; her entire body tingled with desire. Her fingers desperately wanted to take over from Akami's, but her conscience told her that would be wrong.

The nurse asked her, "So, since there's no professional help, and he failed to get anyone to go out with him, does that mean that all of his gratification is self-gratification?"

"I'm afraid so," Susan responded sadly. She thought again about the "sin of Onan," the Old Testament story against masturbation.

Akami said, "I will repeat what the doctor said last time. It is much more preferable if he can get help for at least three of the six times a day, on average. So much self-gratification can be extremely taxing for his penis; he may end up rubbing it raw." This was something Dr. Fredrickson had coached her to repeat, to assist the unfolding of Suzanne's scheme. "He may, for instance, have lengthy periods where he is unable to achieve orgasm because his penis is so sore. Has that occurred already, Alan?"

"No, fortunately not," he replied. He still had his eyes closed, both out of sheer embarrassment and because Akami had requested it. He had no idea that Susan was staring with avid attention at every last little move Akami's fingers were making up and down his shaft; he just assumed that his mother was so prudish that she'd be looking anywhere but there.

Akami continued for Susan's benefit, although without looking her way, "That's good to hear, but it's just a matter of time, perhaps days or at most weeks, before he has that kind of problem. So please redouble your effort to find someone to fulfill that role."

"I understand completely. We'll do our best," Susan replied resolutely.

Akami's hand slid up and down, up and down, up and down. "I hope you do. There are many medical problems where a helping hand, so to speak, is completely necessary. That's why so many people have personal nurses or live in an assisted-living situation. The unusual nature of his treatment doesn't reduce the fact that he needs assistance."

"One way or another, we'll find someone to help him before our next appointment with you," Susan promised.

"That's the spirit!" Akami enthused..

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37 Do this at Home??

Akami continued, "Now, if you will turn your attention back to Alan's penis" - Susan's eyes had never left it - "you'll see that it is once again completely erect" - it had been for quite a few minutes already - "so I'm going to begin to check for abnormalities. Since it's such an extremely large and thick penis, this check will take a lot longer than usual."

Susan asked, "Is it really all that big, or are you just saying that?"

Akami said, "Here, let me whisper something in your ear, because I don't want Alan to get a big head." Then, running her fingers all over his mushroomy cockhead, she joked, "Although I'm afraid it's too late for that."

Susan scooted her chair forward and leaned in, which put her in much closer proximity to her son's boner. Now she could easily notice the scent of his strangely sweet-smelling cum.

Akami whispered, "Oh yes, it's very big indeed. You obviously have an extremely virile and well-endowed son. His erection is bigger than 99 percent of them." She'd just made that up. She doubted that it was true, though she figured Alan would be in at least the top few percent. She was using such words to excite Susan, which gave Akami a big kick from watching the prudish woman respond. "Just look at it; I can barely get my hand around it. This is a special boy with a special endowment. I'll bet his sperm are as potent as hundred-proof rum."

Susan sat back in her chair, thoroughly wowed and increasingly wet. Her heart swelled with pride to hear how special her son was.

Akami motioned for her to lean forward again, closer to her stroking hand. "Susan, I want you to watch closely again so you can become expert and do this at home once a week. Now, the first thing-"

Susan cut in. "Just a minute, nurse. Sorry to interrupt, but did you say, 'Do this at home?' Me? I really don't feel comfortable doing anything that would involve touching... you know."

"His penis."

"Yes, his, uh, you know... penis." She shuddered while saying such a lewd word out loud. "I just don't feel comfortable about that. I'm really sorry."

Akami considered her plan to push Susan out of her comfort zone, both to help Suzanne's scheme and just because it was fun to do. (It was mostly the latter, since she didn't feel any real obligation to Suzanne.) So, Akami responded as if irritated, "Look, we really need your hands-on help here. If not you, then who? I'm sorry, but as Alan pointed out, it's not like you're his biological mother! One needs to visually examine the penis closely from all sides since he can't do that himself. It sounds like his father is overseas too much to assist here, and I'm sure Alan would prefer a female to help him with this delicate task anyway. So who else does that leave? If you're uncomfortable with the idea, it might just be best if he comes in here once a week so I can perform such checks."

"Perhaps I could convince my friend Suzanne?" suggested Susan. "We could have her come in, and you could show her the procedure? It can't be that hard to learn."

"Perhaps," said Akami, hiding her disappointment. Even though she was supposed to be helping Suzanne seduce Alan, she loved the naughty thought of Susan having to do it or, failing that, getting to do it more often herself. "Ask her and let me know. I don't care who does it so long as someone does. This should be done every, oh, let's say, Tuesday, since that's today. And then I would like to perform a check myself during our appointments, which I believe will be every other Friday."

"That much?" said Susan. She was really surprised, as was Alan, since it didn't actually seem to be that grave a medical problem, all things considered.

Akami nodded as she kept on stroking. She figured that if she couldn't "help" Alan every week, she could at least say they needed an appointment every other week.

Susan's eyes were glued to Akami's pumping hands. She wanted so badly for those to be her own hands, but she also thought about sin and Hell. She suggested, "If Suzanne can't do it, perhaps we could pay you to do it all those times?"

"That's another idea," Akami said with greater enthusiasm. That would be a lot of fun for her if it worked out that way. "But regarding your friend Suzanne, how is her eyesight?" She was looking for excuses to get Suzanne out of the picture, as least as far as these "checks" were concerned.

"Perfectly fine," replied Susan.

Alan piped up. "Um, that's not true. A couple of days ago, she was showing me stuff on my computer, and she said she had eyesight problems." He didn't realize that was just a white lie that Suzanne had used as an excuse to lean forward into a more tempting pose.

"What?" said Susan in honest surprise. "That's news to me. I've never seen her wear any glasses other than sunglasses in my entire life! I'll have to ask her about that."

"Well, that's what she said." He shrugged. "Just the other day, in fact. Maybe her eyesight is failing her a little bit lately."

That made Akami very happy, because it gave her the excuse she was looking for. "Why don't you ask her then? But if she does have eyesight problems, then I'm afraid that it rules her out. You really have to get your head close and examine his skin for any little bump, mole, or anomaly." She leaned her head in.

Susan obligingly leaned her head in too, until her face and Akami's were so close they were both breathing on his dick.

Akami asked, "I assume your vision is fine, Susan? With your prescription glasses on, of course."

"Yes, it's fine," said Susan dejectedly. "Maybe Suzanne can get glasses too."

"Well, until she gets her vision problem corrected, you'll be the only one at home capable of doing these weekly checks, unless you want me to do them."

Susan sighed in defeat. Goodness! I know I've said I'd do anything to help my Tiger, but that means I'm going to be stroking his, uh, member! I suppose Akami wouldn't understand if I tried to explain about the sinfulness, the sheer impropriety...

Alan was thinking, Jesus H. Christ! If those two don't stop breathing all over my dick, I'm gonna explode! Mom's the worst. Her mouth is so close to my most sensitive spot that if she blows air on it one more time, I'm gonna blow! He gritted his teeth and tried to hang on.

Akami could see the tortured look on Alan's face, so she pulled back a few inches, causing Susan to do the same. She said to the busty, panting mother, "All right. With all this talking, I'm afraid that I haven't made any progress in explaining to you the proper procedure here. Let's start again from the beginning, shall we? At least my constant stimulation of his big erection is serving one purpose. Achieving an orgasm is helpful, but it's even more important to have prolonged stimulation first. The real goal should be prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm, to make sure that a hormonal change will be achieved."

Susan nodded, trying to pay better attention to Akami and not just gawk at her stroking. But she was so giddy with lust that it was hard for her to think. However, one issue came to her mind. "Um, Nurse, may I ask you a question?"

"Please do."

Susan whispered, hoping against hope that Alan wouldn't hear her talk about this embarrassing topic. "Lately, sometimes, I've noticed... ah... wet spots on Alan's sheets. I think he's been having wet dreams."

Blowing away Susan's effort to be discreet, Akami asked Alan in her usual voice, "Have you? Have you been having wet dreams?"

He bashfully replied, "Uh, yeah." He added to himself, And they started immediately after our last appointment! Some of them involve you, but most of them involve Mom!

Susan gave up her futile attempt to whisper. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she watched pre-cum dribble out of her son's pisshole. "Uh, ah, anyway, my question is... do wet dreams count as far as Alan's daily target goes?"

Akami considered that. Her first instinct was to say 'Yes,' since a wet dream was still a valid ejaculatory orgasm. But she remembered Suzanne's purpose for this scheme, and having them count didn't help further that scheme. So she replied, "Unfortunately, not really. Look at my hand."

She hardly needed to say that, since Susan was already staring at Akami's sliding fingers. However, Susan used that as an excuse to lean in closer. The sexual, masculine smell was almost more than she could take. She was so horny that her head was reeling.

Akami explained as she slowly stroked, "In order for it to count, you need a lot of this." She paused, and slid her fingers from base to tip and back again, three times over. She finally continued, "A lot of prolonged stimulation, like I said. With a wet dream, there's just no telling what happened or how long it lasted. It's not like you crawled naked into your son's bed in the middle of the night and slid your fingers up and down his thick shaft and maybe even kissed and licked it to make sure that the stimulation was sufficiently intense and prolonged. Right? So I'm going to have to say 'No.'"

Susan thought it wasn't possible for her to be more aroused, but she was wrong, because Akami's words made her pussy tingle and gush more than ever before. Oh my goodness! Dear Lord! What if I were to actually do that?! Oh dear! That's just too... too naughty! And "maybe even kissed and licked it?!" Oh my!

The nurse's words didn't go unheard by Alan. He moaned and groaned lustily as he imagined waking up only to find his naked bombshell mother secretly jacking him off. He was slowly losing control.

Akami continued, "Again, we have to recall the example of stimulating the nipples to start the process of lactation. Alan, the ejaculation achieved when you came into the office might not have counted for one of your daily six, I'm afraid, because it happened so quickly."

He was very disappointed to hear that. That meant his record day of eight times earlier in the week hadn't actually counted as a full eight times, since he'd cum within minutes on more than one occasion.

Akami added, "What we really need is a long... hard... constant massage of Alan's long, hard erection. Blowjobs are good. That's putting his thick shaft in your mouth and sucking on it with your lips."

Susan gasped in dismay at the very idea. But she also was intrigued and aroused. Is that... is that... could I do that?! It's just so BIG! I'd be happy just to have my hands on it, and kiss it and lick it a little, just like she suggested!

Akami continued, "But it depends on how you do it. Even a quick blowjob, or quick and nasty intercourse - a fuck and run, as some call it - is unlikely to achieve-"

Akami had to stop speaking because once again Alan had begun to cum furiously all over the place. She'd been carefully doling out her caresses, and she'd pulled back from blowing air on him. But she'd forgotten to take into account the additional effect of her words on the trigger-happy teen, so her sexy talk had suddenly caused him to lose all control.

As before, his throbbing erection began squirting his seed all over the beautiful nurse. He cried out, "UNGH! UGH! AAAAH!"

Both Akami and Susan had their faces less than a foot from the tip of his dick, but Akami was directly in front of him so most of it landed on her. His twitching cock even splattered a little bit on his mother's face too, but only a few stray gobs.

Akami reflexively moved backwards and took the rest all over her chest. She used her hand that was still around the base of his hard-on to discreetly direct his aim, making sure that it got enough on her bra so that she'd have to take that off as well.

"Oh dear," Akami said. She started laughing. "This is getting to be ridiculous, isn't it?"

Both Alan and Susan started laughing too. They were both greatly embarrassed again, but not nearly so much as the first time. Laughter helped relieve their nervous tension.

Akami leaned in again towards Alan, took off her bra, and said seductively, "Are you trying to get me naked one piece of clothing at a time?"

Everyone laughed again, if a little stiltedly.

By this point Susan was so aroused that she not only didn't mind Akami baring her chest, she wished there was some excuse for her to bare her own chest as well.

Alan was also incredibly turned on. He loved the sight of his jism all over the nurse. Taking off the bra really only served to make Akami look that much sexier, as there were still plenty of cum gobs dripping down her chest. She just remained quiet, looking at him, but he couldn't read the meaning of her expression. In any case, she didn't appear to mind the cum that was spattered all over her face and chest; she just sat there for a few moments, letting the cum gobs drip down.

My God, this is great! he thought. Is that what they call a facial? I've read about those, but to see it, with MY cum all over her... WOW! Whatever it is, I love it!

Susan's big boobs were heaving up and down so much that it seemed as if she wasn't wearing a bra either. She thought, My goodness! So much cum! It just looks... it looks... SO HOT! Oh God, is that hot! It's like he's marking her with his precious seed! Oh dear!

She had a sudden vision of her own face and bare bosom being covered just like Akami's, which caused such a powerful erotic rush that she nearly swooned. Then she smelled the air, getting such a potent combination of odors of Alan's cum and her own and Akami's pussy juices that she did swoon, practically falling out of her chair.

Akami turned to look at Susan to see how she had fared. She couldn't help but smirk a little bit at how obviously Susan was drowning in lust. She pointed a finger to a spot under her right eye. "You have some right there."

Susan was so out of it that she wasn't paying attention (which meant that she didn't wipe her face clean). She was in a daze, staring at Akami's cummy face and chest. So much cum! she thought. Is this normal? Is my son unusually potent? Then she remembered Akami's words about Alan's penis being in the top one percent. Her whole body tingled with delight. He IS! He IS! What a special boy!

Akami got up to clean herself off again.

Both Alan and Susan watched her go to the sink wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

Susan finally put her hand up to the spot on her face where Akami had pointed, not because of Akami's comment but because she felt something wet dripping there. She felt a gob of her son's soft, gooey cum. She looked over at him and was relieved to see he hadn't noticed. Not surprisingly, he was busy watching Akami wipe the cum off her face and chest.

Seeing that he was totally ignoring her for the moment, Susan swept the cum off her face with two fingers, then placed those fingers under her nose. MMMM! Smells good! Surprisingly sweet! Mmmm. Not like Ron's at all. (She had never had semen anywhere near her face before as that was improper and disgusting, but she had also heard that cum was bitter and had wondered if it would smell bad as well.)

She looked up again and confirmed that Alan still wasn't watching. She put one of her fingers in her mouth and licked off his cum. Tastes good too. REALLY good! Tangy and sweet. MMMM! Then she thought, What the heck am I doing? This is gross! And so wrong!

"Can I have a towel?" Susan loudly asked Akami.

"Certainly," replied Akami. She grabbed a towel and brought it to Susan. The nurse didn't seem troubled to be walking about in nothing but panties. However, there was a large wet spot on them over her pussy, so she walked back to her chair quickly, hoping the others would be less likely to notice her aroused condition after she sat down.

After sitting down, she rubbed a wet cloth all over her face and chest to get rid of any gobs of Alan's cum that might remain.

Alan found the whole scene incredibly sexy, especially as she was cleaning herself while sitting between his legs only a foot or two away. He discovered to his surprise that his penis was already hard again. But his hard-on, finally, was also extremely sore. He figured that it would hurt if Akami tried to touch it again.

Akami looked at Susan and asked, "Did I get it all?"

That forced Susan to closely examine Akami's breasts and face as she looked for stray gobs of cum. She certainly is a beautiful woman, Susan thought. Her nipples are hard, too, just like mine. Tiger must be getting her aroused too.

"Yes, you're fine," Susan finally said.

Susan thought she could feel just how erect her own nipples were, but she reached up and cupped one of her breasts as unobtrusively as she could, just to confirm it anyway. That can't be! There must be some kind of mistake. My own son is making my body do crazy things, forbidden things! I have to be strong. It's like I'm in Satan's den, with all these sinful temptations around me.

She was trying to maintain the fiction that this examination was having no sexual effect on her whatsoever, but it was becoming a completely untenable lie.

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Akami was ready to continue. She told Susan, "Let's return our attention to Alan's penis. Unfortunately, once again we failed to use a cup to get his sperm sample, so he'll need to ejaculate again before he leaves. Sorry about that, Alan. My bad. Before we forget again, Susan, could you go back to the cabinet there? ... Yeah, that's the one. ... Open that and get the sample cup riiiight... there. That's good. Thanks a lot."

While Susan was walking and Alan's eyes were following her, Akami quickly reached between her own legs and used her towel to blot her dripping pussy as best she could.

Susan soon came back, holding the cup in her hand. She looked at it and frowned. What kind of sinfulness and naughtiness will I be subjected to next? I just have to remember this is all so my Tiger can get well.

Alan said, "Nurse, I really don't think I can do this again, even though I am, uh ... erect. It's just that I'm starting to feel really sore. I've been doing this so much lately." His dick was up but flagging, and only the fact that Akami was sitting topless in front of him kept it from subsiding altogether.

"That's the kind of chafing I was warning you both about," the nurse replied. "Unfortunately, we have no choice; we have to get that sperm sample before you leave. This will be a good experience for you, to be sore the first time right in the doctor's office. That way we can determine exactly how sensitive you are. Clearly you aren't going to be able to achieve orgasm on your own this time, so I'll have to assist again."

That sounded as reasonable as anything he'd heard lately, which admittedly was all pretty bizarre.

"Oh, and by the way," Akami added as an aside, "if you're going to have the prolonged stimulation which this treatment requires, you're going to have to learn to control yourself better. I suggest you go on-line and look up something called the pubicoccygeal muscle or 'PC muscle.' That's the muscle that can hold back an orgasm. There are some exercises you can do to control it better, so start doing those immediately, every day, as often as you can. Okay?"

"Yes. The PC muscle." Alan had no idea what she was talking about, and his brain was fogged with lust, so he thought of the PC on his desk at home so that the association would let him remember the term.

Speaking to Susan again, Akami said, "We can see that his big erection is beginning to subside. So we should act quickly before we lose it altogether." She reached out with one hand and began massaging his dick again.

When it became apparent that her stroking was maintaining his penis only at about three-quarter mast, Akami said, "It looks like this may not be enough, so if this happens during one of your manual examinations, Susan, I suggest using further measures. Stimulating the anus is a good one. Or you could try playing with his balls. Baring your chest would be another option. Saying some sexy sweet nothings is yet another. But why don't we wait a few minutes for him to revive? Alan, I bet you could use a break."

He nodded in agreement.

Susan also nodded, even though Akami wasn't speaking to her, because she badly needed a break as well. Her entire body was pulsing with arousal, and her panties were soaked. Because Alan had splattered his cum all over twice, the entire room was permeated with the smell of his seed. To Susan it was like an intoxicating drug. She longed to get away from it and get her senses back, but it would have been rude to just rush out of the room.

After a pause, Akami continued, "On a different note and while we're waiting, Susan, in our last meeting I mentioned periodic self-examinations for breast cancer. Do you check yourself periodically?"

"Um, sorry nurse, but I've never done that," Susan said very shyly.

"Never? My word, Susan! You could be in danger! Do you realize that your age of thirty-seven is nearly the most important time to detect the onset of breast cancer? One in three women in the U.S. will get it at some point in their lives. Do you even know how to conduct such an exam?"

"I don't know that either," Susan said, feeling even more embarrassed.

"By all means then, I'd better show you how while we wait for Alan to revive. Take off your blouse and bra and let's get started right away." Akami thought to herself, This'll either scare her off from ever coming back, so it'll just be Alan and me, or I can have more fun with her and get my hands on her huge knockers! Either way, it's a win for me! And breasts that big can't be called breasts; they're knockers!

Susan was in complete shock. "What?! Here? Now? In front of Alan?!"

"Sure. After all, I'm already topless. Besides, I'm sure it's not like he hasn't seen you naked at some point or another." In actual fact he had not, except a few days before in the shower, and his view of her boobs at that time had been brief and partly blocked by her hands and arms. "In any event, you've probably noticed that he's been keeping his eyes closed, except for these last few minutes. Alan, can you close your eyes again?"

"Yeah," he said as he gasped for breath. Just the idea of having his mother completely expose her huge jugs was making his dick hard again and causing him to tremble with excitement.

But Susan for once wasn't paying attention to his tool; she looked up in fear as Akami expectantly waved a stethoscope above her chest.

Akami spoke up again to forestall any more protests. "Alan, thanks. Susan, if you're feeling nervous, why don't you keep your eyes closed too? That seems to help reduce a person's sense of embarrassment sometimes, and you only need to listen and feel what I do to pick up the technique on how to do a breast check properly."

"Okay," Susan replied, realizing she'd been defeated again. She would never have agreed, except that she was unbelievably horny. She asked feebly, "Are you really sure this is necessary?" She squeezed her eyes tightly shut even before she began taking off her blouse. I guess Tiger saw me naked the other day, so what's the difference now?

Susan was so embarrassed to have Alan see her naked that she wouldn't open her eyes for anything. So she just opened her blouse the bare minimum that Akami would need, undid the front clasp of her bra, and pulled the cups off to the sides of her breasts where they hung under her arms.

"You have a very healthy set of breasts," Akami said, as she began poking at the soft, naked flesh with her stethoscope. That instrument and her panties were all the nurse had on. "But such large breasts are in even more danger of breast cancer. I'm really surprised that no one has taught you about how to examine them."

The cold stethoscope continued to poke all over Susan's tits while Akami gave a lengthy sermon on the importance of breast self-exams, the dangers of breast cancer, and just about every other relevant topic she could think of that would prolong Susan's experience. She still hoped this would either cause Susan to erupt into a lusty frenzy or give up altogether on attending the appointments.

Akami paid particular attention to exploring Susan's nipples with the cold, metal tool. She found herself getting unexpectedly aroused by the temptingly soft, large tits. She thought back to some lesbian experiences she'd had when she was in college, which led her to an even higher state of arousal.

Alan meanwhile couldn't help but peek through slitted eyes. When he finally did, he discovered that Susan's eyes were shut extremely tightly and Akami's back was turned to him, so there was no reason not to peek again. And then again. Soon he was gaping openly. Susan had kept her chest so bound up and covered all these years that he had a hard time registering just how gargantuan her breasts really were.

He wasn't touching his erection at the moment, but it was so hard that he felt he could break rocks with it. Despite his best attempts not to think of his mother as a sex object, he'd secretly longed for years to have a good view of her bare chest and now that dream was coming true. The view he'd had ogling her in the shower didn't come close to this.

Susan actually was more relieved than anything to have her chest bared, once she got a little used to it. Seeing her son's shaft stroked repeatedly had filled her with the urge to rip her shirt open. Breaking free of the confines of her bra made her sigh contentedly, like slipping into a cool pool of water on a scorching hot day.

As Akami poked and probed with the stethoscope, Susan fantasized that it was Alan's fingers on her instead. Oh Tiger! Help Mommy. Mommy's so hot. She needs your hands, not this cold steel probe. Touch me, Son! Mommy's so naughty. She needs to be touched, and punished. Oh yes, she needs a big, fat, thick punishment! You should make her hold it and stroke it. That'll teach her!

As if Susan wasn't already horny enough from the tactile sensations on and around her extremely sensitive nipples, Akami said with seeming clinical detachment, "Now, when we're done here in a minute, I want to teach you some of the best ways to stimulate your son's penis. Remember, it's not JUST about him cumming six times each day; it's also about prolonging each orgasm. Who knows, you may find yourself stroking his big erection for half an hour or more at a time. There are all kinds of tricks you can learn to make him feel really good while you do that."

Susan felt like she was drowning in lust. Akami's words were the best news she'd ever heard. YES! YES! Stroke Tiger's big fat dick for hours and hours! MMMM! So good! So hot!

Akami spoke for several minutes about the importance of prolonging Alan's erections and the handjob methods that could help with that, all the while probing and prodding Susan's nipples with the stethoscope.

Susan was so hot, she felt like she would spontaneously combust. And her heat wasn't just metaphorical - she was sweating all over.

Just when Susan thought the breast exam was about done and she could get a chance to cool down, Akami said, "But of course the techniques I've been explaining shouldn't be done with a stethoscope. It's extremely important to use one's fingers to discover polyps. If you'll allow me to demonstrate..." Akami began groping Susan's tits all over, using both hands.

Susan was already extremely hot, wet and horny just from looking at Alan's erection being stroked for so long. The feel of hands on her chest was too much to take. Oh no! Now it really IS like Tiger's hands are all over me! MMMM! I love it! But I have to be strong and resist or I'm going to climax right here and now! What'll Akami think? Such a naughty mommy, cumming so hard, dreaming of her son's big sticky endowment sliding through her fingers...

She slumped in her chair and involuntarily began wiggling and shaking her body. She was short of breath, and her tits heaved up and down like a ship tossed about in a heavy typhoon.

Alan couldn't believe what he was seeing. He longed to stroke his raging boner, but he didn't for fear that Susan would open her eyes and see him doing so.

As the "breast exam" went on, Susan began to feel more erotically charged than she'd ever felt before in her life. Sex with her husband couldn't compare. It was all she could do to maintain some respectability and not moan loudly or scream as she thought about the fact that Alan was sitting just a few feet away and possibly, even probably, looking at her. However, she couldn't bear to open her eyes to find out for sure. She slumped lower and lower in her seat, like she was turning to goo and melting down to the floor.

As Akami probed Susan's chest, she thought to herself, God, I can't believe this horny bitch is letting me do this! This is the most fun I've had in years! And she's so damn innocent that she actually thinks this is a valid medical procedure. Ha! Just look at these nipples! I have to figure out a way so I can suck them. That might just be a little too obvious right now, though. And the idea of her being so obviously aroused by her son's cock, that's getting me even hotter! I love it!

I've been kind of half hoping to scare her off so I could have Alan all to myself next time, and we can really get wild. But playing with them both is MORE fun, I think!

Several times, Akami leaned forward and rubbed her more modest boobs "accidentally" against Susan's titans. The tips of her nipples lightly brushed against the base of Susan's mounds. Susan was so far gone by that point that Akami doubted she even noticed.

Alan, though, most certainly did. He squirmed nervously in his chair, well aware that his erection was standing straight up, completely exposed and bobbing in the open air. He still fought with all his might not to jack off. It wasn't that he had superhuman willpower; it was more his fear of getting caught.

Finally Akami could see no reasonable excuse to prolong things further, and she wanted to get back to toying with Alan's penis, so she ended the exam. She concluded, "So that's all there is to it, Susan. Many women do that when they're in the shower. It's really no big deal, so please tell me you'll perform these exams regularly."

"No, d-d-don't worry, I'll do my best," Susan said nervously, still recovering and shaking with excitement. She felt like her tits were literally on fire. She'd been brought tantalizingly close to a great climax, and her whole body still buzzed and tingled, yearning to be pushed over the edge into ecstasy.

"How often do these checks need to be performed again?" she asked, since she was too horny and preoccupied to have been paying much attention to what Akami had said earlier. Mostly, she was wondering how often she'd have an excuse to play with her breasts from now on.

"Once a month is pretty common. But a well-endowed woman such as you might want to do it more often. It's really impossible to do it too much; the only problem is not doing it at all."

"Thank you nurse. I'll remember that."

Susan opened her eyes and looked back at Alan. She was relieved to see that his eyes were closed, but she didn't realize that he'd only closed them moments earlier, just as the "breast cancer check" appeared to be ending.

She also noticed that his penis was rock hard again, so she kept her eyes fastened on it. She was aware that she'd dripped a copious amount of wetness from her vagina. The front of her panties was soaked through and she was now actually sitting in a little wet spot. But she hoped that things would calm down and she'd be able to get out of the room without anyone noticing her leakage problem..

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Akami finally turned back to Alan, spied his turgid erection, and said, "Well! Would you look at that? Looks like we've lucked out and can continue with Alan's treatment."

Of course, Akami had performed the 'breast exam' in front of Alan knowing full well that the sight of such an impressive pair of knockers being probed would make any male hard, even if, or especially if, the knockers in question were his own mother's.

Akami put a finger back into Alan's anus and resumed caressing his meaty rod at the same time. Addressing Susan, she said, "While I'm busy here, why don't you practice the breast exam techniques I just taught you so you'll be sure not to forget them."

"What? Here? Now?!" was all Susan could stutter out. She was nearly speechless watching Akami's hands stroking again. She didn't know if she wanted to scream out for her to have mercy and stop, or shove her aside and take over.

"Why not? Otherwise, you're just going to sit there staring at me rubbing Alan's big penis. Who knows how long I could end up doing that? I'm sure you must be tired of that sight already."

Susan was almost too flustered to answer. "Um? What? Yeah. Of course. Tired. Alan's big penis. Um, big member, I mean. Urm, member... I'll just go ahead then."

Akami, seeing that Susan seemed submissive to her suggestions, tried to push her luck a little more, to see just what she could get away with. She said, "You'd better take your blouse all the way off, just to be sure."

Susan nodded and removed her blouse and bra from where they still hung on her shoulders. She had no clue why she had to get completely topless "just to be sure," but Akami was right about Susan naturally following authority figures. Since the nurse suggested it, Susan assumed there had to be a good reason for it.

Alan thought, OH MAN! Friggin' kill me now! This is how I want to die, staring at Mom's fuckin' AWESOME rack! No way! And while Akami is jacking me off, no less! This is Heaven!

Susan began fondling her boobs with both hands. But at the same time she was too transfixed to take her eyes off her son's lengthy tool. A part of her really was trying to obey the instructions and perform a proper breast check. But because she hadn't been paying attention to Akami's "breast check" earlier, she had only a vague notion of what to do. However, she didn't want to admit how she'd been completely spaced out.

She only knew that there was something about checking for bumps, and that if the motions of Akami's hands had been anything to go by, it was extremely important to check the nipples extensively by pulling and twisting them in every direction. She also knew that putting her hands anywhere on her chest right now while closely looking at her son's thick erection made her tremble in a powerfully pleasurable way.

"Hard to believe this is a necessary medical procedure, isn't it?" Akami asked somewhat amusedly to Susan as she stroked and stroked and stroked, trying to get Alan to cum for the third time. "If anyone could see me now, they might assume I'm a hot and horny cum-starved slut in some kind of three-way orgy! Let's hope Dr. Fredrickson doesn't decide to pop his head in. You might find that a bit embarrassing, for him to see you like that."

Susan looked down at her fingers pulling on her nipples and wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But it felt too good to stop. She knew she'd never experienced an orgasm before that day, but she wasn't sure whether that was what was happening at the moment. She'd already felt several thrills race through her body, surges of pleasure that started near her clitoris and made her feel so euphoric that she was light-headed. But she felt something bigger coming on, something so big, intense, and powerful that she was almost afraid to experience it.

Akami continued in her usual calm, clinical voice, "Next time, if we take more care, we'll be able to conclude our appointment quickly without any loss of clothes, except of course for Alan's. I really must apologize. I feel so embarrassed, doing my job in just my panties. I guess that's a consequence of being new at this and dealing with his unusual condition." All the while, her fingers continued to saw in and out of his butt and swirl around his shaft.

"It's really quite all right," replied Susan in a shaky voice. "These things happen." Subconsciously she strongly suspected that all these sexual things happening weren't just coincidence, but she didn't let herself ponder the issue or wonder about Akami's motives. Not thinking about it meant that she didn't have to analyze her own confused feelings. Plus, she was too busy playing with her big melons to really think about anything else at that moment.

I think I'll need to perform these breast checks quite often, she thought as she continued to pull at her nipples. I'm at that age where cancer becomes a real concern. What did she say? It's best to be very careful, and it's impossible to do it too much. I wonder if once or twice a day is a good amount. Since it's not actually sexual but just a medical procedure, then it must be okay. Right? True, it does seem a little bit sexual, but she says I have to do this for my health...

"Now," continued Akami, trying to gain Susan's attention, "once again your son is getting close to ejaculation. But it would be better if we could prolong the stimulation a bit more before achieving that end, so this can count as one of his six times today."

She continued to saw with her hands. After a while, she said to no one in particular, "I must admit my hands are getting tired. Perhaps if I switch." She pulled her hand away from his throbbing dick. "Susan, could you lubricate this other finger please?"

"What? Huh? Oh. With what?" The smell of Alan's semen filling the room clouded Susan's brain as if she were deep in a fog bank, hopelessly lost. She could barely hear or process Akami's words; they sounded like they were coming from rooms away.

"That towel on the chair there."

Susan turned around, reached out and picked up the towel. She noticed that it was the one she and Akami had used to wipe off some of Alan's cum. There was cum all over it. Oh dear! She wants me to rub Tiger's cum all over her finger so she can stick it up his anus! That's so very improper! What is she thinking?! Is that some kind of medical procedure? Well, she is the nurse.

As the other two were occupied and facing the other direction, Susan again furtively took a taste of her son's seed from a big gob on the towel. She sucked that finger dry, even as she unconsciously moved it in and out of her mouth as if she were sucking the cum directly from his hard penis. With her other hand, she continued to fondle a bare breast.

Oh no! What am I doing? I can't stop myself! But this is so good! She hungrily ate another gob. Goodness! So improper! But it tastes too yummy...

Akami secretly smiled to herself. She didn't need more lubrication, and if she did want some, Alan's hard-on was continuously oozing pre-cum. But she'd figured it would be one more thing to get Susan even more excited, and by the length of time it took Susan to return with the towel, she knew she'd been right.

In fact, the only reason Susan gave the towel back at all and didn't just lick the towel completely clean was because a vague voice somewhere in the far reaches of her brain reminded her that Akami was expecting her to do something.

Finally, Akami plunged her finger into a big puddle of cum on the towel as Susan held it, and it came out covered in the stuff. "Excellent. This will provide the lubrication I need." She took one finger out of his anus and immediately stuck the new finger in. She then rubbed his hard-on with the other hand.

Susan gasped yet again as she returned to her seat and began rubbing her naked chest more aggressively. She knew on some level that Alan was watching her and even openly gawking at her, but she didn't let herself think about that because she didn't want to feel obliged to make him stop.

Many more minutes passed. Akami expertly kept him right on the verge of a great climax without letting him go over.

After a while, she said, "As long as we're doing this, let's multi-task. Susan, come closer. Come a lot closer. While you keep up your breast check, I want you to lean in over my shoulder to look at what my fingers are doing."

Susan leaned in. "Like this?"

Alan cried out loudly, like he'd just been stabbed.

Susan pulled back and looked around with worry. "What? What happened?"

Akami said, "I think that he got extremely excited staring at your breasts. You know, when you lean forward like that, they make an especially enticing sight for a horny young man like your son."

"Oh!" Susan put her hands over her erect nipples, causing tit-flesh to bulge out above and below her crossed arms.

"No, it's good," Akami said. "Don't cover up! Remember, the goal is to keep his big dick throbbing with pleasure as long as we can, to stimulate his hormone production."

Alan was so blissed out that he barely knew what was going on. He thought, correctly, that he had started to cum when he saw Susan's big tits swaying over his crotch, but he didn't realize that Akami had squeezed the root of his shaft in a certain way to abort the ejaculation and pull him back. Since she was a nurse with knowledge of human anatomy, she knew little tricks like that.

As Akami stroked, she said to Susan, "Okay, now come here closer."

Susan uncrossed her arms again and leaned forward once more.

"Closer."

Susan moved in until her face was only about a foot from Alan's cockhead, not to mention Akami's stroking fingers.

Alan looked at his mother's dangling globes and decided it was just too exciting a sight to handle. He closed his eyes and kept them closed, hoping that would help him stave off his imminent ejaculation just a little longer.

"Okay, see what I'm doing here?" Akami said to Susan. "I'm mostly rubbing this spot right here, on the underside of his penis just below the crown. Now, as a married woman, I'm sure that you're aware that this is by far the most sensitive part of a man's penis. So, naturally, most of my efforts are focused there. But what I bet you didn't know is that area has a name, and it's called the frenulum. Or, as I like to call it, 'the sweet spot.'"

Susan shook her head. In truth, she had a vague idea that the head of the penis was the most sensitive area, but she'd never had any sex education, and she and her husband Ron never spoke of such things. She'd literally been having sex with him only once or twice a year, and that was in the dark, in the missionary position, with almost no foreplay. She hardly even knew what Ron's penis looked like in detail, and about the only times she'd touched it was by necessity to help guide it into her vagina.

Akami continued, "See? I keep rubbing that spot, right there. His sweet spot. But I vary it up. It's more arousing if you continually surprise him. See how I rub it this way, and then I switch it up and do it like this? And just once he starts to get used to that, I slide my fingers down a couple of inches, and back up again. Here, come closer and have a better look."

Susan moved in until her nose was practically bumping against the side of his shaft. She was transfixed by the sexy sight. She noted, "It's all wet! Your fingers are wet too."

Akami looked at Susan as if she were surprised, "Surely, as a married woman, you know that's pre-cum, right? It's not the same as cum, but it helps me do things like this." She suddenly slid her fingers all the way down to the base of his shaft, and then stroked her way all the way back up to the head.

For some reason, that was just about the most arousing sight Susan had ever seen, maybe because it reminded her of just how long and thick her son's erection truly was. She felt that she was about to pass out - she sensed she was extremely close to cumming, but she fought it off with great effort for fear of the things she might scream out and the noise she would make. At the same time, she backed off and sat down on her chair, looking in on the action over Akami's shoulder.

Seeing that both Susan and Alan seemed to like that a lot, Akami kept repeating the move, varying it up sometimes with corkscrew motions.

Alan grunted in agony and ecstasy with every long stroke Akami gave his erection. He was very close to orgasm, and would have cum long ago except that Akami knew just how to manipulate him to prolong his pleasure. (Plus, there was that squeezing trick she'd used that gave him a second wind of sorts.)

Akami was having a grand time. She particularly loved the way that Susan was so breathless that she kept unwittingly panting, so that her moist, hot breath blew against the most sensitive parts of Alan's boner. She continued to offer pointers to Susan, such as, "Now, you'll note that I'm using two hands to stroke his dick right now. That's because stimulating his prostate with my finger in his anus is TOO arousing, so I had to stop. After all, our goal isn't just to make him cum; it's to maximize and prolong his stimulation. There's such a thing as being too effective. I'll probably save that move for later, for right when he's about to blow his load."

Susan again unconsciously stuck two fingers back in her mouth and thrust them in and out, imagining they were the stiff boner right in front of her. It seemed so real to her addled brain that she thought to herself, Oh no! Tiger's big erection is in my mouth! He's filling it up with his hot, hot meat and his naughty mommy is taking it all in! So this is what a blowjob is. It's so good! Drool dripped from her saliva-covered fingers and down her chin.

However, Susan soon had to pull her fingers away because she was struggling to get enough air to breathe, and she felt embarrassed by what Akami must think of her.

Akami coughed a number of times until she caught Susan's attention and Susan was able to get her panting under control (although her huge bare boobs kept heaving up and down).

Then Akami said, "I think we're just about ready now. Susan, would you position the sample cup for me? I'm counting on you to hold it over the end of his penis and catch as much of the ejaculate as you can."

Susan grabbed the sample cup from the stand beside them, very disappointed that this probably meant the end of her "breast exam," and especially the end of watching Akami's expert handjob.

Akami then turned her attention to the happy patient. "Alan, open your eyes and look at me."

He did look at her, or at least he tried to. He couldn't help but notice Susan sitting beside and slightly behind Akami with a slack-jawed stare focused on his thick rod, as if she were possessed or struck dumb. Her enormous tits were heaving like she'd just run a marathon, and so were Akami's.

Between the two of them sitting there bare-chested, Alan thought to himself, Lord, if you're going to take me young, do it now, because I'm in heaven already!

Akami stared him straight in the eyes with a sultry look and said, "I want to take my tongue and lick your cock all over. I'm going to put your cock in my mouth and suck it dry!"

"Oh my God!" he cried out. His balls tightened up and his erection began to buck.

Susan rushed to position the cup. She was delirious with anticipation, overjoyed to see his cum gush forth. Her hands were shaking.

In the last seconds before Akami knew he would start to cum, she came up with an idea to further sexually corrupt Susan. She snatched the cup from her with both hands. "Here, I have to hold that. You hold his penis so his aim is true!"

"WHAT?! Excuse me?!" Susan thought her heart would thump right out of her chest.

Akami yelled, "Quick! There's no time!"

Without thinking, Susan grabbed her son's erection. It was the first time she'd touched his penis directly since he was a toddler. She didn't want to do it, even with her great arousal, but she feared his cum would fly off in every direction if she didn't (and she was trained to follow instructions given by people in an official capacity).

Susan gasped in amazement, stunned at its heat, its unusual thickness, and how it seemed to be throbbing with life.

But she didn't have more than a second or two to think about that, because he began shooting ropes of cum into the cup. Her hands were shaking, inadvertently increasing Alan's pleasure, but she made sure to hold his boner in position so that not a drop was spilled. She was so turned-on and excited that it was a near thing she didn't faint.

Susan's eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched rope after rope of hot cum blast into the cup. In actual fact, the amount of ejaculate was normal for a man, which meant it wouldn't even fill a shot glass. But to Susan's inexperienced and over-excited mind, it seemed like he was in danger of filling the entire cup that Akami was holding.

Akami climaxed at the same time as Alan, but the other two were so busy they didn't realize this. In fact, the whole building could have caved in at that moment and they wouldn't have realized it.

Not that many seconds later, Alan's ejaculation petered out. Akami had to move the cup still closer to the tip of his dick to catch the last couple of weak spurts. But that gave her another idea. She shouted urgently, "Susan, stroke it! He's running out! We've gotta catch all the cum we can!"

Susan couldn't believe it. "Stroke it?!"

"You heard me! Hurry!"

Susan was so aroused that she thought she would truly lose her mind. She deferred to authority again and started to tentatively stroke. Her son's shaft was wet from pre-cum, so her fingers slid back and forth with surprising ease.

Even though Alan had just climaxed, his dick remained stiff. Knowing that his mother was effectively giving him a handjob helped make sure he stayed that way for at least a little longer. He even shot out a couple more weak spurts, providing seeming justification for Akami's instruction to stroke it, after all.

However, Susan was so embarrassed and shy about what she was doing that her fingers didn't move that much. The mere fact that she was touching his dick at all was extremely arousing, much more so than the actual tactile sensations she was causing. In fact, her fingers soon came to a standstill after she saw no more cum was going to dribble out. She didn't want Akami or Alan to think she was eager to do this.

She asked the nurse, "Um... is it okay if I... if I... let go? I think it's, uh... done..."

Akami could see that Alan's erection was starting to subside. She didn't see much point in pushing Susan any further. She knew that what had already occurred was a very big step, so she said, "Yes, you can. Thanks for the help there. Sorry about putting you on the spot like that. I didn't think ahead."

"That's quite all right," Susan said politely as she finally let go. "These things happen, I guess." But while she tried to appear relatively normal, except for her blushing face, her mind was racing and her heart was too. "These things happen?!" No they don't! I just touched my son's member! I even, er, massaged it a little bit! That's terribly, terribly improper! How on Earth...?! I'm in shock!

With his penis completely flaccid again, Alan just closed his eyes and rested. He was actually afraid to look at his mother's continually heaving and jiggling chest for fear of getting erect yet again. Furthermore, he refused to think about the fact that she'd held his erection and even jacked him off a little bit. It was simply too much excitement to take..

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40 Susan's First Orgasm

The three of them were quiet for a minute or two while everyone calmed down. No one moved or made any attempt to put on clothes.

Despite the lack of activity, Susan's face remained cherry red and she kept her eyes averted. She actually said a mental prayer. Dear Lord, please forgive me! That must be some sort of sin, I'm sure. I didn't intend to touch him there, really, but the nurse kind of made me! It all happened so fast! Please, please, forgive me!

Alan was stunned beyond belief. Holy shit! Mom just held and even stroked my dick! I can't believe it! I know it happened because I sure as hell felt it, but I STILL can't believe it! Mom! My super prudish mom! Man, these appointments are AWESOME!

Akami finally broke the silence with a matter-of-fact-sounding voice. "You see," she said to Susan, "a little dirty talk at the right moment is an excellent way to push him over the edge, if other methods aren't enough. And now that you helped stimulate him with your hands, you don't have to be shy about doing that in the future. But if that isn't enough, you may want to help him with your tongue as well."

"I see," said Susan, but what she was really seeing in her mind was the more literal meaning of helping him with her tongue. Oh dear! Oh my goodness! Does she really expect me to do that again?! That can't be! I'm a respectable, God-fearing mother. I'm his mother, for crying out loud! Why does she seem to forget that?!

And what's this talk about using one's tongue?! That's insanity!

I can't imagine how good it would feel to lick it too! Wait, "good?" I meant, uh, weird. Weird and wrong! Sinful! But what if Nurse Akami asks me to lick his, uh, member, right now? Would I have to do it? Maybe I should! She is the nurse, and she knows best. She keeps helping him with her hand, but never with her mouth. Maybe he needs me to give him a blowjob right now!

She pinched her nipples and accidentally moaned out loud in excitement. She was the only one who hadn't truly climaxed yet, and her sexual anticipation seemed to only grow even as the others calmed down and her own breathing returned to normal. But now that she had retreated somewhat from her erotic peak, she felt nearly as guilty and conflicted as she was horny. Yet, strangely, remembering the sinfulness of what she was doing actually served as a kind of aphrodisiac, causing her arousal to come surging back.

"How does that feel, Alan?" asked the nurse. "Sore?"

"Yes, sore, very sore! Arrgh!" he groaned. Not only did his penis hurt, but his anus still felt strange as well. Despite that, he didn't have any complaints. It had been a great experience, even better than watching Internet porn with Suzanne. He knew he certainly would never forget the moment his mother wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to stroke.

Akami began the slow process of ending the appointment. "Very good, Alan. And thanks for your assistance, Susan. Alan, when you're ready, please change back into your clothes."

The nurse turned to Susan and began lecturing her while both remained topless. "So, as you can see, I think the important point made here today is that, in Alan's case, it's important to treat the stimulation of the penis and the achievement of ejaculation as a routine procedure - one that should be done six times a day, and should be treated as just another thing to do, like brushing one's teeth. If one can eliminate the emotional baggage and preconceived notions, it will be that much easier to get things done. The important thing is to act maturely and professionally on a daily basis."

Susan just nodded dumbly in reply. She was only able to focus on a few words, because she was still in a state of shock from what had just happened. Ejaculation. Of his penis. Needs stimulation. My hands. My hands around his penis. Professional. I have to do it professionally. Daily! Do it daily!

Akami still sat there in her chair. She was afraid to get up, because that would expose the large puddle of cum that had dripped from her panties into the seat of her chair, and that would make a mockery of her speech on professionalism.

"Susan, could you do me one more favor?" she asked. "I'd be rather embarrassed in this condition to have the doctor come in now with my other uniform. Could you go outside and get it?"

"No problem," Susan said. Her pussy was also dripping wet, very wet. Luckily she was wearing a thick, dark skirt so her wet spots weren't so obvious. She figured, I can make a quick getaway to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up. I can't let Tiger see me like this. He might get the wrong idea! He might think I got excited looking at him, and even touching him, and that's not true! I'll just clean myself up a bit, and that's all. Masturbation is wrong!

Akami explained, "That's a dear. Just go outside, turn left, and open the first door on your right. In there you'll see a black bag sitting on a shelf. Just grab the whole bag and bring it back here. Oh, and you'll probably want to dress first."

Susan hastily put on her bra and blouse. Then she rushed the short distance to the bathroom.

Susan took a long time, much more than five minutes.

Alan and Akami meanwhile made small talk, trying their best to ignore the fact that Alan was dressed in a hospital gown that concealed nothing and that Akami was still sitting in nothing but a completely soaked pair of tiny panties. Alan wanted to use a towel to clean up before changing, but Akami seemed determined not to move, and he was afraid to ask her or to get up himself.

Alan finally was able to have a good long look at the nearly naked nurse, now that his mother wasn't around to preempt his attention.

Akami didn't seem to mind at all, and just smiled happily at him while they talked. She thrust her chest out proudly, but hid her groin by crossing her legs. She'd also had enough for one session and didn't want to get him too aroused again.

Feeling mischievous, Akami said, "There are a few things I want to mention before you go, one of which I want to talk to you about before your mother gets back." She paused to organize her thoughts, then said, "I can tell you eat a lot of fruit, specifically acidic types. Am I right?"

Puzzled and surprised, he asked, "How did you know?"

She licked her lips seductively and replied, "Certain foods will affect the taste of a man's ejaculate. When you had your accident earlier you got a little bit in my mouth." She was surprised she could say that with a straight face, since she had tasted far more than what he had inadvertently shot into her mouth.

He was shocked and mortified, yet somehow also aroused.

The nurse continued, "In this case, you taste sweet, almost sugary. I can tell that you've been avoiding that list of cruciferous foods that I gave you during your last visit. Those foods will also affect your taste, but in a bad way."

She continued to explain the pros and cons of different foods, including ones that would increase his libido. She thought, I should tell Susan about such foods as well, but I'm not sure if she's ready to hear about them, and their implications, just yet. Hmmm. But then again, do I even need to explain the why of it? Hmmm...

Awhile later, she said, "I wonder what's taking your mother so long."

He shrugged. He was puzzled too, because Susan was taking an unusually long time just to go to the bathroom.

— — —

Susan, meanwhile, locked the door to the bathroom and immediately fell to the tile floor. She nearly tore her blouse open even as she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Within seconds, the idea of "cleaning up" her leakage morphed into frantic masturbation. She furiously got herself off, plunging two fingers deep into her slit. She simply never masturbated, but there was no way she could stop from doing it this time.

She panted heavily. I've never felt so aroused in my entire life! This has nothing to do with Alan! This has nothing to do with Alan! I'm not even thinking about his huge penis! No I'm not! The way I touched it! So HOT! Oh, his big DICK!

I refuse to think about what it would be like to jack him off from start to finish! Dear Lord, that would be a thrill! But I'm NOT going to think about that! Or Akami's crazy talk about licking it! Or... or... what if he thrust it into my mouth?! OH GOD! I REALLY can't let myself think about THAT!

Or, God forbid, what if he speared me with it?! Pounding into me, into my special place! My son's huge, hot penis! No! No. I'm driving that thought out of my mind... It must be... it must be the breast check! That explains it! Akami's hands... That got me too worked up! Must... not... think... of... the... penis... The thick, throbbing, penis... Gaawwwd! I want it! I want HIM! My son! My handsome, hunky son!

She started orgasming over and over, and came what seemed like rivers and rivers of cum.

When it was all over, she lay there panting for several more minutes. So that's what an orgasm is like. Wow! That was very, er... I don't even want to think about it. I wonder why I never had one with Ron and his tiny penis. I don't know if that was my first one ever, 'cos I had some pretty intense tingles earlier, but that was my first BIG one ever, for sure!

Her joyous mood dissolved into one of defeat and weariness. I can't believe I just did that. It's so wrong! So very improper. What would my parents think of me now, if they could see me? They told me I'd burn in Hell if I did that even once, and now I have. But not masturbating can't be right either, can it? Doesn't almost everyone masturbate? I'll bet you they masturbated, too! Look at my Tiger. He has to masturbate six times a day. It's a medical necessity. So how can it be a sin? Still, it's different for women.

After thinking it over some more, she decided that masturbating once was an excusable mistake that she could never let happen again.

Suddenly realizing how much time had elapsed, she wiped off her legs, tried her best to tidy up, and went to look for Akami's bag. She wished dearly that she could have stayed in that bathroom a lot longer, not thinking about Alan's penis, not thinking how it felt in her hands, and most importantly, not thinking about how it would feel if he used it to deeply impale her pussy.

"So sorry!" she said breathlessly to Akami when she finally returned and closed the door behind her. "I had to go to the bathroom first, and then I got all disoriented coming from the other direction, and was afraid to open the wrong door."

She'd felt calm and restrained when she reentered the room, but then was assaulted by the pungent smells of Alan's cum and wet pussy that completely filled the room. Suddenly her erotic feelings came flooding back. Her knees got weak and she nearly collapsed on the floor. She desperately wanted to leave the room immediately, before she succumbed to her lustful need all over again.

The nurse said, "No problem." She could make a very good guess why it had taken Susan so long to use the bathroom, but she saw no need to embarrass her further by even hinting at that reason. Instead she said, "Would you hand us some towels?"

Akami thought, Now if that didn't freak Susan out, I don't know what would. Maybe I did push things too far, but I got more than a little carried away myself. I'll bet dollars to donuts that Alan will come alone next time, which means I'll get to play with him without any restrictions. Whether she comes back or not, I win, either way! Hee! And Suzanne strongly hinted she wanted me to help Susan open up sexually. Boy, did I do that, and in spades!

"We were just talking about some changes to Alan's diet. Do you cook his meals?"

Susan replied with more than a hint of pride, "I do - all of them except what he eats at school."

"Then you need to increase his iodized salt intake. Iodine is essential for thyroid hormone production, and his iodine levels are lower than normal. Iodine isn't found in most foods, and he tells me that you don't add any salt to the food you cook. A little bit of iodized table salt sprinkled on his food at dinner should satisfy his needs."

Another thought occurred to Akami, "It would probably be a good idea to just add it to the food as you cook it instead. You and your daughter could probably benefit as well if you don't normally cook with it."

"Okay. That's easy enough to do," Susan replied.

Seeing that Susan was accepting her suggestions without question, Akami proceeded to tell Susan about foods that would improve the taste of Alan's cum. She didn't give any reason, so Susan assumed that those foods also had something to do with increasing his thyroid hormone production.

Just as they seemed to be wrapping up, Akami asked Alan, "So, now that a little time has elapsed, how does your penis feel? If you remember, when I asked you if your penis was sore after your last orgasm, your answer was, and I quote, 'Yes, sore, very sore! Arrgh!' That's not good."

He winced. Now that he'd calmed down a lot, it was embarrassing to talk about such things. However, he truthfully admitted, "It does still feel... strange."

Akami furrowed her brow. "That has me concerned. I suppose the best thing to do is to keep an eye on the situation. Susan, I don't normally do this, but since this is a special case, I'll make an unusual exception: I'll call you this evening and you can give me an update on his condition. If he's still feeling sore, we may have to take additional measures, such as scheduling another appointment, possibly as soon as tomorrow."

Susan nodded grimly. She was easily led to worry about the health of her children.

Alan and Susan left the doctor's office a short time later, with Susan practically dragging him out the door. Both had the feeling that something really important had happened there, that some Rubicon had been crossed, but neither of them were quite sure what it was or wanted to think about it much. They were just plain exhausted and eager to get home..

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41 Both with their Own Thoughts.

Susan and Alan sat quietly in the car as they rode home together from the appointment with Akami. They were both in a daze. There was little comment aside from Susan occasionally saying things like, "Well that certainly was something, wasn't it?"

She hoped and prayed he wouldn't say a word about how she'd held and even stroked his erection, if only briefly. The mere thought of talking about it was mortifying.

Luckily for her, Alan was just as eager to avoid that embarrassing topic as she was. He tried to be noncommittal and vague in general. He was busy with thoughts of his own.

His second appointment with Akami had turned out to be everything he'd hoped it would be, and then some. He was on the verge of realizing that Akami wasn't just a very dedicated nurse who would do anything to help her patients, but was pushing hard to get sexual with him. He still hadn't quite gotten there, however, simply because it was almost beyond his conception that an older, experienced, and beautiful woman like Akami would ever be interested in a nerdy teenager like him.

But what really puzzled him as he rode home was the behavior of his mother.

Alan kept looking at her as she drove, before returning to his thoughts. He couldn't believe that she didn't seem to have a problem with the appointment they'd just come from. I don't get it. The mom I thought I knew would have been outraged and never returned again. She probably would have sued for extreme emotional distress. I mean, I simply can't believe what happened back there, and that my prudish mom was right in the middle of it! She stroked my dick, for Christ's sake!

Is she actually getting turned on by it all? She seemed to be getting kind of hot and bothered. Hell, I have no clue about understanding women, but even I noticed how her chest was heaving so excitedly. Her BARE chest! Dang! She's so friggin' STACKED! Jesus H. Christ!

It was like she couldn't tear her eyes off my dick. I'm getting too horny all over again just from thinking about it, thinking about her massive knockers bouncing up and down. But she's my mom! ... However, she's totally gorgeous. I never before realized fully just how fucking hot she is. Sure, I knew her curves, and guys I know who see her call her some kind of super MILF. But looking up close, there are no blemishes, no moles, no weird birthmarks, no unsightly wrinkles, nothing. Such smooth, flawless skin! How cruel is it to have such a smokin' hot mom?! What if she's willing to help me out with my treatment in any way possible, and I do mean in ANY way? Wow! Impossible!

He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind, since his penis couldn't take any more excitement after everything that had just happened. He'd climaxed three times in only an hour or so, and his penis did feel strange as a result.

Susan was thinking along the exact same lines: What has gotten into me? That was the most overwhelming sexual experience I've ever had! I haven't masturbated in like... well, ever, pretty much. My whole body felt so ... GOOD! But it's so wrong. Sinful! Probably the better it feels, the bigger the sin.

I know it's wrong to think about my son's member, but if these appointments mean that I learn to loosen up, isn't that a good thing in general? Suzanne says it is, and she's the smartest person I know. Couldn't this put some spice back into my marriage? I would never think about cheating on my husband, and I certainly would NEVER think about actually ... with my son... To actually...

For starters, to touch his member!

There, I said it. To freely, wantonly, do such an immoral and nasty thing. Just thinking about what I did makes me so tingly that I can hardly drive the car. But Akami says I need to check it for abnormalities. Isn't that kind of a moral loophole, if I'm doing it for medical reasons? In fact, wouldn't I be a BAD mother if I didn't?

True, it's a sin for a mother to touch a son that way, but it's also a sin for him to masturbate. So one sin is as bad as the other, right? That means it's no worse if I help him out. Right? I did it once today and it didn't kill me. Wouldn't it be selfish of me if I don't do everything she asks, for his benefit? ... It's for his benefit, not mine. ... I have to be a good mother. ... But I feel so guilty.

On the outside, she looked calm and collected. But that was only a show, because her thoughts were a bubbling cauldron of confusion. She could barely keep her mind on driving, causing the car to veer all over the road until they finally got home.

Both mother and son immediately rushed to their rooms. Susan did so because she decided she wanted to explore her discovery of masturbation more extensively, and in a "hands on" manner. She rationalized that if she masturbated immediately, it would still only count as one time. Alan did so because he was completely spent in more ways than one and just wanted to sleep.

— — —

When Alan finally woke from his daily nap, he mentally reviewed his appointment with Akami as he lay on his bed. But that wasn't a good idea because he got yet another erection, and his penis still wasn't feeling much better: it hurt when it got hard. He turned on the light and went to the computer. He figured doing some homework for a change would do him good.

At that very moment, he heard a knock on the door.

Suzanne stepped into his room, holding her arms up on his doorframe. "How are you doing, Sweetie? You ready for some more Internet fun?" She was wearing a shimmering dress he'd never seen before. It was emerald green, which perfectly matched her eyes.

Oh no! he thought. How can I turn down that offer? But I have no choice. Dang!

"Aunt Suzy, I'd love to, but I have a really bad case of... I don't know what to call it. Things are just kind of sore and overworked down there."

"Oh, are they? That must have been some doctor's appointment!" She was very pleased that the doctor's appointments were pushing Alan along sexually, but she tried to hide the satisfaction from her voice.

Alan moaned in frustration. "Ugggghh! Don't even bring that up. It hurts just to think about it! Could we try later tonight, once I've had a chance to recover? I might be feeling better by then."

He yanked his eyes back up to her face - they kept drifting down to her crotch because her dress was so short. He was convinced that if she just raised her arms a little more, he'd see her pussy.

Suzanne reluctantly left after chatting with him a bit more. She tried to pry what had happened at the appointment out of him, but he only spoke in vague generalities about the medical aspects.

She figured the soreness of his penis was a natural result of so much activity during the appointment, so she wasn't concerned. She expected that he'd be back to normal within an hour or two, if it took even that long. However, that seeming problem gave her an opportunity to push Susan's comfort zone a little further. She decided to call Akami soon and confer about it.

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42 Spill his seed onto a Woman?

Suzanne went back downstairs, where she was practically accosted by a very upset Susan.

"Suzanne, I need to speak to you. Right away! It's about this appointment with Akami we just came back from. Some very disturbing things happened. Very, very disturbing." She was so distraught that she hardly even noticed Suzanne's super-revealing dress.

They went out back to the pool area so they could talk without being disturbed or overheard.

Suzanne insisted they both change into bikinis first. She figured that might help Susan feel a bit more sexy, which in turn could help her be more sexually forthcoming. Plus, she wanted to get out of the dress before Susan gave it much thought.

Susan was reluctant to wear any kind of bikini. In fact, she didn't even have one of her own to wear. But Suzanne had recently loaned her several, along with lots of other clothes, and Suzanne managed to talk her into wearing one of them.

Once they were settled in, Susan said, "Suzanne, my dearest friend, I have a horrible confession to make. I have sinned in thought AND deed. I'm headed straight to the gates of Hell, that's for sure!"

Susan went on to describe what had happened at the appointment with Akami. She didn't want to reveal everything, since she found some things too embarrassing to even tell her best friend. But Suzanne kept asking probing questions, forcing the strictly honest Susan to reveal more and more. In the end, there was very little she'd left out. She even briefly mentioned how she'd touched her son's penis, emphasizing that Akami had "forced" her to do it.

Suzanne discovered that, in Susan's mind, her main "sin of thought" was her lustful yearning to touch and stroke her son's erection. Her main "sin of deed" was masturbating in the bathroom near the end of the appointment.

Unfortunately for Suzanne's scheming, Susan was feeling so guilty and upset that the mood wasn't one of arousal, despite the bikinis and the topic. Suzanne decided not to push things, instead letting Susan vent her frustrations for a while.

Once Suzanne had gotten most of the story, she thought, Hmmm. This is a bit dicey. Religion is very important to Susan. I need to convince her that having Sweetie masturbate is bad, but that her masturbating is not a sin. Good thing that I've been thinking about this in advance and just waiting for the right moment to give her the religious justifications she needs.

She asked, "Can you hold on a minute? I need to get something that will help us out here." Then she got up and went inside.

She came back a few minutes later with a heavy tome. She put it on the table next to her lounge chair and said, "Susan, I've been thinking about these matters for a while now. The spiritual implications of Sweetie's unorthodox treatment have been troubling me too. As you know, I'm a Christian too, even though I don't go to church nearly as often as you do. The answers to your worries are in the Bible, naturally. Are you familiar with the story of Onan?"

Susan replied, "Certainly. It's in the Book of Genesis, I believe. I've been thinking about that a lot lately, given Tiger's situation. My parents told me that story repeatedly when I was a kid as a way to teach me about the evils of masturbation. Onan was the one who spilled his seed upon the ground. God was so mad at him that he struck him down and killed him on the spot as a warning that the Children of God should never commit that heinous sin."

"Indeed," Suzanne replied (even though she knew that explanation of the story was just one of several). "But think about that famous saying, 'He spilled his seed upon the ground.' Who has seed? Men do. Spend. Semen. Sperm. Women don't have that. Therefore, women cannot spill their seed upon the ground, so what you did today in the doctor's office bathroom was no sin at all."

"But women have their own sexual fluids," Susan pointed out.

"True, but male seed is half of a potential human life. The female half, the egg, is buried deep within us and there's no way to spill it anywhere. Female fluids are just for lubrication; they have no spiritual meaning or potential - no more than saliva does, if I can be blunt about it. If you want to masturbate, there's absolutely nothing wrong or sinful about it. It's only the MALE who can sin that way."

Susan thought about it, and then gasped: "But that means that Tiger... I know he has a medical justification, but still... He's sinning six times a day! I mean, I knew that already, but you just made it sound that much more sinful! He's wasting half of a potential human life!"

Suzanne coolly replied, "True. He does have medical justification, but it would be better if he didn't have to do that at all, right?"

Susan nodded with worry.

Suzanne continued her lecture, "Well, luckily, there's a way out. Think about it. God was mad at Onan because he spilled his seed UPON THE GROUND. Sex is a gift of pleasure between man and woman, and in the story there was a beautiful woman right there with Onan - Tamar was her name - but he spilled his cum onto the floor instead of on her. THAT'S what made God so mad. Onan should have spilled his seed all over Tamar."

"Wait. So you're telling me that it's perfectly okay for a man to spill his seed onto a woman? And not just in her?"

"Absolutely. If the cum lands on a woman or in a woman, that's perfectly fine. Either way. Sexual fun between man and woman is one of God's greatest gifts to his children. Any part of the woman will do. Her vagina, naturally, but her mouth will do just fine. Or her chest, her hands, her stomach - anywhere, really, as long as it at least lands on her skin."

Susan's pussy started to tingle as she imagined holding Alan's erection and letting him shoot all over her fair skin. "Suzanne! So what you're saying is that I should let Tiger cum all over me?! Whenever he wants?"

"Yes. See? The sinful thoughts you thought you had about that are not sinful at all. You naturally long to stroke his big erection and have him cum in your hand or even on your chest or your face, because deep down you find it abhorrent to see all that precious seed wasted on the ground. I feel the same way. I've been holding off on touching him that way so far for fear of upsetting you, but I think it's time we step up and be responsible. We have to put an end to all the morally-questionable masturbating that he's been doing. We need to save him from sin by giving him handjobs."

Suzanne couldn't believe she'd delivered that last line with a straight face. She didn't believe a single word of what she was saying, and in fact wasn't really religious at all. She only went to church every now and then so that Susan would think she was a believer and thus not constantly proselytize, trying to convert her. Even so, from long years of experience, Suzanne knew exactly how to push all of Susan's buttons, so she knew this was precisely the kind of thing that Susan would fall for.

"I don't know. That just seems so ... extreme. My parents never taught me about THAT."

"Well, your parents are simple people. Honest, hard-working, good, God-fearing folk, but simple farmers just the same. They've never studied theology. In the past week or so I've been studying this issue, and all the religious scholars agree. A man's seed belongs on or in a woman, not on the ground. Here, let me point out just one quotation I've found."

She opened up the big book she'd brought. "These are the words of Clement of Alexandria, one of the most important Christian scholars who lived in the third century. He wrote, and I quote, 'Because of its divine institution for the propagation of man, the seed is not to be vainly ejaculated, nor is it to be damaged, nor is it to be wasted.' So you see, right now, Alan's cum is being vainly ejaculated into tissue paper or towels an average of six times a day. We can save him from sin with our hands, our mouths, and the rest of our bodies." Suzanne said this with dead seriousness, though her great earnestness was nothing more than a good acting job.

Susan just sat there with an astonished look on her face. Finally, trying to change the subject and stall for time, she asked, "Do we really have to talk about these things in a bikini? I feel so ... naked. Exposed! It's downright improper."

"Yes we do," Suzanne answered testily. She loved the fact that Susan trusted her so much that she didn't even need to give a justification for that.

After some long moments, Susan seemed no closer to making any kind of decision.

Finally, Suzanne asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Susan replied, "You make a good case. In a way, it's a big relief. If I DON'T give Tiger a handjob, that's actually worse than if I do." The wheels were still turning in her head as she mulled over the implications. She couldn't forget how good it felt to hold her son's thick, hot, throbbing erection in her hand.

"That's right." Suzanne was pleased to watch Susan's nipples harden in her bathing suit.

But while Susan was greatly aroused by these ideas, they also inflamed her sense of guilt and sin. "Well, Suzanne, that may be the case, in theory, but in reality I just can't bear the thought of doing that. It goes against the grain of everything I've been taught my entire life. Also, what about the incest? He's my son!"

Suzanne knew that the incest issue would be a tougher nut to crack, but she tried to chip away at Susan's beliefs on that too. "Incest is strictly about intercourse, Susan. Everyone knows that. Is it a crime to kiss your son? No. To hug him? No. Handjobs and the like fall in that same category." She had a hard time saying that with a straight face, but she knew how gullible Susan was, and was fairly sure that her 'explanations' on this topic would have at least some effect.

Susan frowned, picked up the tome and read the quote. "I dunno. I'd think a hug is totally different than, well, ... You know. Can you do some more research on that?"

"Certainly."

Susan thought some more, and then said, "Suzanne, I really appreciate everything you've done for this family during our trying time. Maybe, maybe... Maybe you should help Tiger out, you know, in that way. With your hands, I mean. It's okay with me. I give you my permission. But I could never do that myself. No matter what Clement of Alexandria says, and I'm sure he was a wise man, it just doesn't sit right with me. Not only that, but if my parents ever found out, or God forbid, one of my sisters, they would never understand. They'd never forgive me. I'm afraid the burden will have to fall on you."

Suzanne looked at Susan gravely. "I understand. But if jacking off Sweetie is going to be my daily burden, I think it's only fair that you make some sacrifice too."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to need more help in the visual stimulation department. For him to climax six times a day, day after day, month after month, he's going to need a non-stop barrage of truly impressive stimulation. It's a lucky break that he has such a sexy, buxom mother, and we have to take advantage of that. You keep only meeting me halfway when it comes to what you wear. I want you to agree to wear anything I say, at any time, for his sake."

Susan blanched. "I dunno. Wow! Is that really necessary? Why can't he just get excited looking at you?"

"Don't you trust me? Don't you respect my sacrifice? I'm willing to let him cum in my hand, or even on my face or chest if need be, to save him from the heinous sin of Onan. What are you willing to do to help him? Aren't we in this as a team, with you, Angel, and me all doing what we can to help someone we love in his time of need? Heck, even Amy is helping out with some visual stimulation, without understanding the why of it. She still tries to do her part, because, even though it's mostly unstated, she loves him like a brother."

Susan let out a big sigh. "Very well. I'll do what I can."

"That's the spirit! Together, we're going to overcome all obstacles and resolve his awful energy condition once and for all. You're my best friend and I love you."

They hugged.

As Suzanne squeezed her, she thought, Hot damn! I think she bought it! Hee-hee, I think that was the biggest line of bullshit I've spun in my entire life. I especially like the part about my "sacrifice" in "suffering" through all those juicy handjobs that I actually can't wait to give. But she bought it! She still has so much prudishness to overcome, but I've planted the seeds and given her the religious justification she so desperately needs. It's amazing. I'll bet it's possible to find quotes in the Bible to justify just about anything, especially with all that weird Old Testament stuff.

The only thing is, I feel bad about tricking my best friend. She's soooo gullible. Normally I'm the one who protects her innocent mind from the sharks and rip-offs, but now I'm betraying her faith in me. She would have rejected these ideas that conflict with her religious upbringing out of hand unless they came from me. She trusts me more than anyone else by far, I'm sure.

The thing is, sometimes the ends DO justify the means. I can't just come out and say, "Susan, I'm in love with your son; I want to spend the rest of my life with him." She'd freak out, especially since I'm still married. This is the only way. There has to be a gradual change in her sexual mores before she can accept what I plan to do with my cute little Sweetie. Or not so little, hee-hee.

I've been so good and honest to Susan for so many years, I know I've earned this one harmless little trick. It's gonna make her life much, much better too. Hopefully, in the end, she can throw off this Christian fundamentalist bullshit that's been holding her down and learn to live and love! Maybe she'll even divorce Ron when she discovers what she's been missing. I never have liked him. I suppose he's a nice guy, but he's a terrible husband for her.

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43 Practice my Breast Exam..!

Suzanne once again helped the Plummer family prepare dinner. She'd immediately held Susan to her promise to wear whatever Suzanne chose, and then picked out the most outrageous outfit for her yet. She stayed throughout their dinner of pulse stew, in large part so she could make sure that Susan didn't chicken out in wearing the selected outfit for the full meal.

Alan's dick shot straight to attention when he walked into the dining room for dinner. Suzanne wore an outfit that just barely contained her generous breasts, which he found very arousing even though he wasn't too surprised to see it. Katherine wore a similar very revealing outfit, and that was a surprise since he'd never seen her wear such blatantly sexy clothes in front of their mother before. But it was what his mother wore that completely blew his mind.

Susan was wearing a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it had been designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hugged her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Contrary to most revealing tops that leave the neck open and then have a plunging gap down a woman's cleavage, this outfit had fabric all around the neck and a plunging gap UP from the tummy nearly to the neck.

As a result, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that the outfit itself didn't give her boobs any support. He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy.

Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extremely ashamed and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to her wholesome face.

She thought, This is so obscene, so terribly improper! I can see how Tiger is looking at me, and that's not how a son should be looking at his mother. But I can hardly blame him; he's a healthy young man with an active libido. Why did Suzanne make me wear this shameful thing?! That's what I don't understand!

Throughout the meal, she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit.

Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, not only because it appeared that she was willing to do anything to help him, but also that she was being forced to do it like a slave.

At one point, Susan leaned over to Suzanne and whispered in her ear. She'd assumed Alan couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, mostly because reading her lips while she whispered helped quite a lot.

She whispered, "Suzanne, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone will be able to see how much this arouses me. It's so improper."

Suzanne whispered back, "'They?'"

Susan hissed with irritation, "You know. My breasts!"

"You have to be strong. Think of all that cum Sweetie is going to shoot tonight, thanks to your sacrifice. Hang in there."

Susan whispered in return, "That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him cumming. I'm telling you, it's not right."

Suzanne just squeezed her hand. "Be strong."

Susan finally leaned back, inadvertently causing a new series of tit-quakes.

Alan was so aroused that he wanted to cry.

As Suzanne had hoped, Alan's great arousal overwhelmed his defenses, so he ended up explaining some of what had happened with Akami.

Both Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.

Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored. He did explain how he'd climaxed three times during the appointment, but he left the impression that it had been more of a clinical treatment than the mind-blowingly lusty experience it really was. He didn't want to embarrass his mother, so he mentioned next to nothing of what she had done, and said she'd kept her eyes closed the entire time.

But even Katherine, who knew little of what had happened so far between the others, could read between the lines more often than not. She strongly suspected that Susan had done more than just sit there bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Her suspicion was strengthened by watching Susan's nervous reaction to Alan's retelling of the event.

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because her pussy got quite wet. It wasn't what Alan said that made her so horny; it was her own memory filling in the gaps of his account that did it. Mostly, she couldn't get out of her mind the image of Akami's hands rhythmically sliding all over Alan's big erection.

She had been on edge, frightened out of her mind that he would mention how she'd been "forced" to hold and even stroke his erection at one point. When he got to that point of the story and failed to say a word about it, her relief couldn't have been more obvious. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and slumped down in her chair, emotionally exhausted.

Since Katherine was the least knowledgeable about the appointment, she kept pressing for many of the very sexual details Alan was trying not to mention. She said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?!"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on."

He answered some questions, but he still tried valiantly to steer the discussion away from anything that might reveal what his mother had done or said, in an attempt to protect her honor.

Despite his mostly successful efforts, Susan was aghast with shame, and the more aroused she grew, the more ashamed she got as well. She thought, What's wrong with me? I can only imagine what I look like in this outfit, with my erect nipples plainly visible for all to see. This top gives no support whatsoever! I might as well be topless. It's like someone just painted a part of my breasts red and called that a top.

Down below is almost worse! I'm all wet, and I don't have any panties to help. I hope no one can smell, well, my sinful aroma. This is just awful! It's some kind of sexual torture!

But what's definitely worse are my naughty thoughts. I don't care what Suzanne says; thinking about my Tiger's big hard member being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse HAS to be some kind of sin. Worse, I can't forget how it felt in MY hand! So hot and alive, filled with his youthful virility! I'll bet it's erect and very hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about how he splattered his seed all over Akami's face and chest. At least he didn't spill it on the ground! Phew! Thank goodness for small blessings.

She tried to stare through the table at Alan's crotch. I'll bet his member could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! And if he cums all over me, I'd be saving him from moral depravity. He could cover my skin with his spend. Suzanne said he could cum on my chest. Or even on my face!

Oh my!

She breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Angel is her usual giggly self. True, they're both dressed very provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed like a complete whore and thinking terribly naughty thoughts about my own son and his massive erection! I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't let even Suzanne know that I can't stop dreaming when I held Tiger's pulsing, throbbing hardness in my hand, or I'll die of shame!

She was right about one thing: Alan was extremely excited and in great need of release. Despite the sexy outfits Katherine and Suzanne were wearing, he knew it was mostly due to Susan's top. He loved how it was cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked, because of the way it managed to lift them up yet leave them without significant support.

Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork from her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated by all the movement she was making and felt like there was a big spotlight shining right on her chest, with everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what else to do.

Alan skipped dessert. Instead, he rushed upstairs, hopped on his bed, and masturbated. Needless to say, his horny thoughts were focused on his mother. At first, he thought about her stunning red outfit, but that soon switched to memories of her topless during the appointment, and the brief time she'd stroked his erection while he climaxed. When he shot his load into a towel, it was to thoughts of Susan's bare breasts bouncing wildly as she enthusiastically stroked him, not just for less than a minute, but for the entire duration of one long, glorious handjob.

He was emotionally and physically exhausted from receiving so much sexual stimulation in recent days. His penis felt like it had been rubbed raw. He was greatly relieved later that evening to simply go watch a movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving.

But it wasn't so easy to simply shut off all that had happened. He spent most of the evening among his friends, yet not really with them. Instead he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere and saw her dressed the way she had been at dinner. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

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Once Alan left for the movie, Susan desperately needed her own release as well. While she washed the dishes with Katherine, she debated whether she should masturbate later or not. It wasn't that she distrusted Suzanne, but she wondered if maybe Suzanne only knew one school of thought when it came to the sinfulness of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a life of sin based on a misunderstanding.

But on the other hand, she was so aroused that she felt like falling on her knees and screaming, "Why me, Lord? Why me?" She was reminded of the trials of Job.

After much restless agitation, she came to a compromise solution: I'll just go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Akami did say that one cannot do that enough. Since I didn't have any for years, I probably need a lot of them now, to make up for it. Besides, if I don't practice, I'm going to forget precisely how Akami did it.

So that's what she did. She ended up having an orgasm just by "examining" her breasts. She decided that didn't count as masturbation since she hadn't even touched her pussy.

She tried at first to think of her favorite male movie stars, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her thoughts were filled with nothing but erotic fantasies involving her son. Despite her protestations, she'd loved wearing her scandalous red outfit at dinner, so at first her thoughts involved that.

In her daydream, in the middle of dinner Alan ordered her to sit next to him. Then, without saying anything, he reached over and began fondling her through her top. But soon he had her top completely off and was casually pulling at her nipples while holding a normal conversation with the others. In her mind, it really was her son's fingers pulling on her nipples during her fantasy, rather than her own doing so.

Then, in her fantasy, Suzanne sat on the other side of Alan, took out his erection, and began stroking it. All the while, Alan kept pulling on Susan's nipples.

Mostly, she fantasized about Suzanne jacking Alan off. She could easily imagine it, since she'd seen Akami doing it. She was too ashamed to masturbate to thoughts of doing it all by herself instead.

She never got beyond that in the daydream because it was all so exciting that she came within minutes.

She felt a lot better when it was over; it felt like a fog had lifted from her brain. She decided, This kind of ... activity ... is good because it purges all those nasty, depraved, evil, SINFUL thoughts from my head. It's like Suzanne keeps telling me: it's the lancing of a boil. I feel halfway normal now. What I need to do in the future is to have some more breast exams but think about other things - anything! - than my son's extremely tempting member.

Now that she was calmer and somewhat sated, she recalled her earlier thoughts, such as the idea that she needed to have lots of breast exams to make up for not doing them for years, and wondered how she could have fallen for such illogical thinking..

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44 Susan Topless?

Suzanne was lurking around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room, like a spy on a secret mission. She wanted to know just how excited Susan was getting. So, once she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to the door. She heard sounds of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

She slipped down the hallway to the guest room, which was on the other side of Alan's room. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call. "Akami? Hi there. This is the perfect time. She's just masturbated, and I'll bet she's naked." After some words from Akami, Suzanne ended the call by saying, "Thanks. I'll be waiting."

Suzanne and Akami had conferred on the phone earlier, and they were on the same page. Akami had already used the soreness of Alan's penis to come up with the idea of pushing Susan into get in another sexual situation with her son. Akami didn't have an exact plan, but she'd told Susan at the end of the appointment that she'd call her later to check about his level of soreness.

When Suzanne had found out, she couldn't have been more delighted. The two of them worked together on just what Akami would say when she called Susan that evening, so Suzanne already knew exactly how the phone call would go.

Susan was startled to hear the phone ring. She was still lying in bed, recovering from her latest orgasm. There was a receiver on the bedstand so she scooted over and picked it up. "Hello? Plummer residence?"

"Susan? Hi there. It's Akami Fubuki."

"Oh, hi Akami. How are you doing?" Susan sat up in bed, careful to cover her breasts, as if she could seen through the phone line.

"I'm fine, but I'm worried about your handsome son. As you may recall, I told you I'd call you later and see how things are faring with the soreness he's been feeling in his penis."

"Oh, yes. That." Susan's heart leapt to her throat, because she could sense big trouble coming.

"Have you checked his condition, or asked him about it?"

"I'm afraid I haven't."

"Well, you really should."

"Oh dear!" Her heart was racing. "What should I do?!"

"I think a thorough abnormality check is in order, just to be on the safe side."

"WHAT?! You can't possibly mean that! Who would do it?!"

"You, of course."

"ME?! But I'm his mother!" Susan clutched at her chest defensively with her free hand, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip down in the process.

"True, but that's a good thing in this instance. Who would do a better, more conscientious job than you? Nobody!"

"But... but I can't! I really can't! That would mean I'd have to touch his... his member! Akami, you can't ask me to do that! It's terribly improper! It's just not done!"

Akami said patiently, "Of course it's done. You already did it earlier today, didn't you? How else can you check the condition of his penis if you don't touch it?"

Susan was completely dismayed and alarmed. What worried her was that she was also greatly aroused. She stammered, "C-c-can't... can't I just, just... can't I just look at it?"

"Well, I don't know. I'm not sure if that'll do the job. What if you miss some bumps that aren't readily visible?"

The two of them went back and forth for a while. Susan remained adamant that she couldn't touch her son's penis under any circumstance. She was determined to draw a line in the sand over that. In desperation, she ended the call and called Suzanne, hoping against hope that Suzanne could perform the required check.

But Suzanne had foreseen that. She had slipped out of the house unnoticed and then deliberately failed to answer her cell phone, so Susan would have no alternative.

Frustrated, Susan called Akami back and they resumed their negotiations of sorts. Akami had been hoping to get Susan to stroke Alan to climax under the guise of an abnormality check, but she could see that would be pushing her too far too soon. So in the end, she conceded that Susan could simply visually check Alan's penis for soreness.

She gave some detailed instructions on how to do that. Actually, it was very simple and boiled down to checking for redness, pain, and swelling. But she wrapped her explanation up in technical terms to make it sound like Susan would now have some special soreness-detecting ability, thus forcing her to be the one to do the checking.

However, Akami insisted that Susan then remain on hand to watch him masturbate himself "to completion." Akami stated that she was fairly confident that Alan's penis would feel fine when flaccid or even erect, but it was his actions during and just after an orgasm that needed to be monitored closely for evidence of soreness.

After a few minutes of cajoling, Susan reluctantly agreed. Her heart still beat fast and hard, because she was just as aroused as she was frightened.

Akami added a kicker. "By the way, there's one more problem."

"Oh no. What's that?"

"It's only natural that your son is going to have a very, very difficult time getting aroused. It can't be denied that you're a truly extraordinarily beautiful woman, Susan, but this is almost certainly going to be awkward and embarrassing for you both, and that's a mood killer. So you'll need to create a welcoming, sexy vibe. I suggest you simply go topless. That'll help ensure he'll get erect and stay that way for the duration."

"Nurse! What are you suggesting?! I can't do that!"

"Why not? He saw you like that today."

After some more back and forth, Susan compromised. She refused to go topless, but she agreed to wear something "extremely sexy." When prodded if she had any clothes she'd worn lately that got a big reaction from him, she grudgingly confessed to the red outfit she'd worn at dinner and how that had gone over. She immediately regretted mentioning that, because Akami insisted that she wear it.

Akami concluded the call by saying, "I recommend you act fast, before you get cold feet and start to worry too much. Do it now, as soon as you get off the phone!"

Susan fretted, "I probably would, but there's just one thing: Alan is off watching a movie with some friends."

"Shoot." Akami had been unaware of that, since Suzanne hadn't mentioned it. "Do it as soon as he comes home then. I'd like for you to call me once he cums, so I can get an immediate report on whether he's still sore or not. If he is, we might have to schedule another appointment for as soon as tomorrow, depending on how bad the soreness is. But I don't want to stay up late; I've got to be at work early tomorrow. Therefore, I'd like for you to call me as soon as possible. Will you do that?"

Susan was still very fretful. "I suppose so. But, nurse, is this REALLY necessary? It all just seems so... well... unusual. I can't believe what you're making me do!"

"Susan, let me assure you that I don't like this any more than you do. But need I remind you how he answered when I asked him just after his last orgasm whether his penis was sore? I remember his exact words: 'Yes, sore, very sore! Arrgh!' Don't you remember that, and his tortured moans and groans?"

"I do," Susan replied, more worried than ever.

"Now, imagine that, only getting worse and worse with each new orgasm he has! If that's the case, we'll have to suspend this treatment right away, and then I don't know what we might do instead. So a lot is riding on this. You need to be there for him, as the loving mother you so clearly are, and see with your own eyes if he's really sore or not. It would be even better if you could touch it, and examine with your fingers if-"

Susan interrupted, "Nurse, please! I told you already that I can't do that! I just can't! I'm a good Christian woman! I believe that's clearly a sin."

"Suit yourself. I understand your issues. But if you do get a chance to touch him-"

"That's not going to happen! I'm sorry!"

"Okay, if you insist. But remember that you almost certainly will need to perform abnormality checks on him in the future. So how would this be different?"

"It's just... I'm not ready, okay? I'm not ready!"

The phone call ended a short time later, after the usual goodbye pleasantries.

Susan sat there in her bed, beside herself with lust and fear. She wished Alan was home so she could get it over with. She tried calling Suzanne again, but Suzanne still wasn't answering.

Frustrated, Susan put on her typical frumpy, conservative clothes and went next door to find her best friend. She was still holding out hope that Suzanne could perform the required check instead.

But Suzanne knew Susan almost better than she knew herself, and she'd anticipated that move. She'd already left her house to take a long walk, to make absolutely sure that she couldn't be found.

Dejected and stressed out, Susan went back home to wait. She changed into the sexy red outfit she'd worn for dinner. But then she regretted doing so, because it aroused her so very much. Every move she made seemed to make her nipples and pussy tingle. She knew that Alan was likely to come home very soon, so she just forced herself to grin and bear it. Besides, she feared that if she took the outfit off, she'd just wind up masturbating again..

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Susan was relieved that Alan got home about ten minutes after she'd changed into her sexy red outfit, because she seemed to be getting more aroused and more anxious with each passing minute.

She waited until he was back in his room, then she knocked on his door. "Tiger? Can I come in?"

"Sure thing." He took a seat at the edge of his bed, assuming she wanted to talk to him about something for a while.

She came in and closed the door. Her face was blushing red with embarrassment, and she just whispered shyly, "Hi."

He'd been feeling relaxed and content. It had been hard for him to get into the mood of watching a movie, but he'd eventually managed to do so. While he wasn't about to forget the thrilling appointment earlier in the day, it wasn't occupying most of his thoughts, like it had prior to the movie. But that changed as soon as he saw his mother in her red outfit. His eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped open. He couldn't have exaggerated his expression any more if he tried.

Susan was shy to directly explain why she was dressed like that, and merely asked, "How was the movie?"

He played along, even as he continued to shamelessly gape. "Good, good."

"What did you see?"

That forced him to actually think, so he had to shake himself out of his horny stupor. Needless to say, his penis got fully erect in a flash. "Um... uh... 'The Tuxedo.' It's uh... it's kind of an action comedy starring Jackie Chan."

"I see. That's nice." There was a long awkward pause while Susan just stood there by the door. It took all her willpower not to cover her pussy mound and nipples with her hands. She truly felt more exposed than if she'd been completely naked.

Thinking about the movie got him to thinking about the movie's co-star, Jennifer Love Hewitt. You know, Jennifer looked pretty hot in the movie. But the funny thing is, even though she's known for her big boobs, she's got nothing on Mom. I hear she's a 36C. That's nothing! Mom is a 38G! Friggin' G! That's like, triple the size, I'm sure! C, D, E, F, G... That's waaaay larger! Mom is a BABE! And I swear her face is movie-star sexy too!

Susan finally decided to address the elephant in the room. "I'll bet you're wondering why I'm wearing this."

"Uh... yeah! I totally love that you wore that at dinner. You look so incredibly sexy that I can't even believe it! But you didn't look that keen on wearing it. I kinda gathered Aunt Suzy put you up to it."

"She did." Susan started to walk across the room, heading towards the chair in front of his desk. But once she started walking, her big breasts began bouncing wildly. She'd been extremely aroused before she'd even entered his room, and she almost had to stop for fear that she wouldn't make it to the chair before cumming loudly and noisily. Still, she gritted her teeth and steeled her willpower and managed to sit down in it.

Alan had been just starting to recover from seeing her in that outfit when watching her walk blew his mind all over again. He stared with mouth agape like a character in a comic book.

Prior to earlier that day, she would have been nothing but embarrassed to have her son ogle her like that. But something had changed after the appointment with Akami. She was still very embarrassed, but she was also highly aroused and even proud that her body was causing such a reaction.

She forced herself to press on. "To be honest, I'm kind of wondering why I'm wearing it too." She chuckled nervously. "Especially because this time, Suzanne didn't twist my arm to wear it."

"She didn't?!"

"No. Nurse Akami did."

"Akami?!"

"That's right. She called me while you were at the movie. Remember how she said she was going to call later and check up on the soreness of your, uh... your... member?" Susan had already been looking away, but saying that caused her to close her eyes for good measure.

"Oh yeah."

"Well... she wants me to check you now. She was quite insistent about it, actually. She told me I had to wear something sexy so you'd get, uh, well... you know."

"Erect?"

She opened her eyes and nodded. Her face reddened even more.

He was so very aroused that he was a bit reckless and just spoke his mind. "You don't have to worry about that! I'm so erect right now that it almost hurts!" He shifted his seating position, enabling her to see the large bulge in the pants that he'd worn to the movie.

"Oh my goodness!" Now it was Susan's turn to gawk shamelessly. She recalled the orgasms she'd experienced at the doctor's office, and she wondered if it was possible for her to climax spontaneously right then and there.

She tried to control her lusty thoughts and pressed on. "That's, uh... that's good. But, uh... Gosh, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to up and say it." She shut her eyes tightly again. "Akami says you need to show me your member, your erect member! And not only that, but... well, she wants you to masturbate too! All the way to completion. So, so I can see if you're sore or not afterward!"

She felt relieved, having said all that. She belatedly remembered to ask, "That reminds me: are you feeling sore? You know... down there?"

He continued to ogle his voluptuous, gorgeous mother. The fact that she had her eyes shut meant he could enjoy the sight of her massive rack without getting embarrassed. That sight was made even more impressive by the fact that she was so worked up that she was breathing heavily. Her scandalous blazing-red outfit magnified and amplified every move of her big tits, so much so that she was forced to hold them from below to stop them from swinging around wildly. But that didn't stop their heaving; instead it made it look as if she was offering them to him on a platter.

He was panting and his heart was thumping hard and fast just like hers was. But he retained enough sense to realize that he needed to be careful in answering her questions about the soreness of his penis to avoid ruining the fun. In fact, his penis hadn't given him any trouble in the last few hours, other than that it had seemed to stay erect most of the time due to his memories of the appointment. He said, "Well, I don't really know. It feels okay, I guess. But what about when I cum? That's the big question."

Susan nodded. "That's what Nurse Akami said also. That's why she wants me to, uh, watch the whole thing. So... can we just... get this over with quickly? Please?"

"Okay, if you insist. I'll just... uh... take my pants off now. Is that okay?"

She silently nodded again.

Hot damn! He stood up, but found that his legs were feeling shaky and weak. He hastily pulled his pants and underwear off before his legs gave way altogether. He breathed a huge sigh of relief as he plopped back down on the edge of the bed.

Knowing that his mother's eyes were still closed, he closed his eyes as well. He needed a moment to at least try to calm himself somewhat. Oh my Lord! This is too much! It's like we're right back there at the appointment with Nurse Akami, except it's just Mom and me at home, and that's even MORE exciting! Anything could happen! She's going to watch me jack off while wearing THAT outfit! Fuck me!

Shit! This isn't helping! I'm seriously worried I'm going to cum before I can even start! I can't stand it!

He tried to clear his mind and take some slow, deep breaths. That didn't help much though, because there was simply no way for him to clear his mind of his horny thoughts about his super-stacked mother.

Also, he didn't have much time. Before he could do much slow breathing, Susan asked shyly, "Son? Are you ready?"

"Um, sure." He held his boner and pointed it up at her. Then he braced for impact when she opened her eyes.

She didn't realize how she looked, but she was staring at his erection with undisguised lusty desire. Furthermore, she was still holding her massive breasts from below, even as they kept surging up and down in time to her heavy breathing.

Her mouth hung open in the same way his had when she first came into the room. Oh my goodness! It's so BIG! So stiff! I'll bet it's HOT too! Gaawwwd, I can almost still feel the heat of it in my hand when I was stroking him earlier today and he was shooting into that cup! So hot!

As if she wasn't horny enough already, she remembered something else Akami had told her. "Um, Tiger? It just occurred to me... Nurse Akami said I needed to get up close, and I do mean really, really close, in order to check for soreness. She gave me a little lecture on what signs to look for. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh... sure." He hesitated to give permission, only because he worried that he was getting too aroused already. He had no idea how he'd manage to masturbate for very long if his mother was watching from close range. But he was willing to give it a try.

Alan's desk chair had rollers and it could roll even on the thick carpet. So Susan scooted herself and the chair up close, so close that he had to open his legs wide to make room. Then she leaned in for good measure.

Susan was still surprisingly clueless about how titillating moving her body in certain ways could be, and this was one such case. She didn't think to realize that if she bent way forward in her seat, her big tits would dangle down and appear even larger than they already were.

That was the final straw for Alan. He was simply holding his boner while thinking about stroking it. However, he was afraid to get started doing that because he didn't know how he could masturbate without cumming immediately. It turned out that even touching his penis was too much, with his mother leaning in close like that.

He was taken by surprise. By the time he shouted, "AAAH! Watch out!" his cum was already shooting out of his cock.

Funnily enough, both Alan and Susan had been so preoccupied by other highly distracting sights and thoughts that they hadn't given any consideration to where Alan's cum would go when it was time for him to blow his load. Susan hadn't thought about it during her phone call with Akami or in all the time she'd had to ruminate afterwards.

As a result, nature simply took its course. Since Susan was right in front of him and she was leaning in, there was no other option but for the cum to fly towards her, directly at her very large breasts.

Alan cried out again, "MOM! Watch out!" He was extremely distressed that he was cumming on his mother, but he couldn't think of what else to do. There was no way to stop the torrent urgently blasting out of his pulsing cock.

Susan quickly leaned back in her seat, but that didn't help much. His cum was still shooting in the same direction, only instead of flying just inches to get there, instead it was flying two or three feet. The only effect that had was to cause his cum to splatter over her in a wider area. Nearly all the cum still hit her tits, usually centered on her deep cleavage because that had been the focus of his attention, but a few stray strands reached her tummy or up towards her shoulders and neck.

She held her hands up helplessly and uselessly, and squealed just as helplessly, like a damsel in distress. "AAAAIIIIIEEE! Tiger! What are you doing?!"

By the time she'd said that, his orgasm was already petering out. He'd shot out a lot of cum, but like all male orgasms, it was over in a matter of seconds.

His orgasm came to an end, but his arousal most certainly did not. In fact, seeing his cum all over his mother's immense rack kept a mental orgasm of sorts still going for him. He was so aroused that he was downright dizzy. He hardly knew up from down..

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46 Cumshot on Susan's Breast..Again!!

However, he was well trained to be polite, and he at least remembered his manners. "Oh, Mom! I'm so sorry! So, so sorry!"

Susan made a sour face as she looked down at her body. She didn't know what to think. A part of her was disgusted, which was the reason for the sour face. But another part of her was highly aroused and energized. Having anyone cum on her, much less her own son, was so taboo and wild that it was almost beyond her understanding.

After much heavy panting and unfettered tit heaving, she remembered to reply. "That's quite alright. These things happen."

"So you're not mad?"

She was still looking down at herself in sheer disbelief. She kept her hands up in the air like she'd been splattered by mayonnaise or mustard and she didn't want to touch the mess. "Um... no. You're a virile, healthy young man. It's what we wanted. But... oh no!" She suddenly remembered the whole ostensible point of the exercise. "What about your soreness?! Is your penis okay?"

He looked down at his crotch. His hand still held his dick, which had remained erect. In fact, it was throbbing most urgently. Without thinking, he started stroking it. "Um... it uh... it seems okay."

"That's a relief!" She breathed a very sincere sigh of relief. The heavy sigh caused her already wildly bouncing tits to soar just a couple of inches below her chin. She grasped them firmly with both hands and tried to still them, but she was so extremely aroused, and her tits were so naturally sensitive, that she very nearly climaxed from the contact. She was dizzy with lust, just like him.

He looked at his mother's bouncy titty show and then back down at his crotch. It seemed like it was happening to someone else, but he was openly jacking himself off with his cum-splattered mother sitting right in front of him. He knew his dick was supposed to go flaccid after an orgasm, especially a powerful one like the one he'd just had, but the opposite seemed to be happening: his erection was stiffer than ever, and his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. His fingers slid up and down, with new squirts of pre-cum helping to lubricate the surface.

She leaned in closer. She was so fascinated by the sight of him jacking off that she put the issue of the cum on her tits on the back burner, at least for the moment. She forgot that her sexy pose with her huge melons dangling down like that had helped cause his cum explosion in the first place. She asked, "Be honest with me, Son: does it hurt?"

Trying to belatedly get permission for what he was already doing, he asked, "Mom, uh... it's hard to tell. I mean... that happened so unexpectedly! I don't think that was a fair test. I didn't even get a chance to get going. Don't you think I should masturbate properly? Then we can check for soreness."

"You're right," she quickly and eagerly agreed. She scooted her chair up even closer, so her face was nearly directly over his crotch.

She thought, as she unthinkingly clutched and even fondled her cummy tits from below, My goodness! Just look at him go! His hand, pumping up and down - that was my hand earlier today! I did that to him! I'm such a naughty, slutty mother! Even if it was for a good cause, even if I was forced to do it, the truth is I loved it! Just like I love watching him now! It's SO HOT! Nurse Akami says I'm going to have to help with the abnormality checks. Which means I'll soon be stroking him for real, just like he's doing right now! Oh God! So hot! So very, very hot!

He watched some of his cum gobs sliding down her curvy slopes, and genuinely came close to fainting. He didn't think anything could be more arousing than what had happened at the earlier appointment in the doctor's office, but this was. He had to close his eyes before he had some kind of emotional freakout.

However, after just a few moments, he tempted fate and opened his eyes again, because he couldn't resist the sexy sight. He thought, Hot damn! Mom is so sexy! She's a total BABE! So STACKED! Good God! I can't believe it! I'm actually jacking off while she's kind of feeling herself up right in front of me! I could reach out and fondle those shiny red tits myself! Damn! This is crazy! So horny! I'm too horny!

Susan's lust was getting out of hand. She was huffing and puffing like she'd just run a race, and that pretty much forced her to continue to hold her bouncy boobs. But with all of her attention on the way her son was stroking himself, she didn't consciously realize that she had begun to wantonly slide her fingers through the cum on her round tits. She even tried to pinch her nipples through her sexy red top.

Then, somehow, she did realize what she was doing. She forced herself to stop playing with her nipples, but she couldn't stop sliding her fingers through the pearly mess. Oh dear! This is my son's cum! There's so MUCH of it! She inhaled deeply. Mmmm! It smells good! Yummy! I know from earlier that it tastes good too! Gaawwwd! I should just... just... lick some up and eat it! Ewww! Gross! And yet... I want to! But I can't! I can't! He's watching me!

She turned her attention to his boner as she continued to slide her fingers through his cum. Oh God! God! Dear Lord, look at him go! Such a BIG penis! So BIG! Much bigger than his father's! I'll bet my son has the thickest penis of any boy in town. The longest too. I'm so proud of him. What a sexually virile young man he is. Look at him stroke and stroke! Soon, that'll be me! It'll be MY turn! I'm going to have to stroke my son's big penis until he cums all over me again! And again and again! SO HOT!

Alan was loving life. The only problem was that Susan was right, things were very hot. Too hot, in fact. He'd only been masturbating for a couple of minutes since his orgasm when out of the blue he realized he'd passed the point of no return once again. He shouted out, "MOM! Gonna cum! Again!"

Susan was so far gone that she didn't try to get out of the way. She didn't even pull back. In fact, she pushed her tits together from their outer sides and exclaimed, "CUM! Cum, Son! Cum on me!"

He came. It was much the same experience as the previous time, except his arousal and erotic euphoria was even more intense. He actually saw stars while his eyes were still open, something he didn't know was possible. He kept his eyes open no matter what because he didn't want to miss even a second of the sight of his cum blasting all over his mother's huge tits.

Had he been a little more aware, he might have aimed his cock this way and that to paint her thoroughly. He might even have dared to aim at her face. But his brain was in total orgasmic overload, and it was all he could do to fire right at her cleavage. He loved aiming there since her lewd top left her cleavage exposed from below. He loved the sight of his cum landing directly on her bare skin.

Susan had been near the cusp of climax pretty much since she'd walked into his room. She could have gone over the edge at any time if she'd so much as touched her clit, but she hadn't. However, things got to be so much when he started cumming on her enormous tits for the second time that she climaxed anyway. She wasn't even touching her highly sensitive nipples, although the way she was squeezing her tits together from the sides certainly helped.

She was determined not to let him know that she had lost control, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to just keep on panting heavily, even though the urge to scream at the top of her lungs was nearly impossible to resist.

His climax came to a quick end. He slumped back unthinkingly. He'd been assuming that he was sitting forward in a chair, just like his gorgeous mother was, except that he wasn't. So he fell all the way back to the bed. He lay there, gasping for air with his eyes closed, with his feet still on the floor.

Susan's orgasm lasted significantly longer, but eventually that ended as well. However, she remained fully aware and energized. She looked down at her chest in amazement. SO MUCH CUM! My Lord! So much! Tiger just... unloaded on me! He's such a STUD!

Seeing that he was effectively lying down on his bed and almost certainly out of it for a while, she reached behind her back and undid her red top. She let it slide all the way to the floor. That left her completely topless but still very cummy. Much of his cum had landed on her red top, but even more of it had hit her bare skin. With his second climax in particular, nearly all of it had landed right on her exposed cleavage.

She was like a kid in a candy store. Her attitude about his cum had changed dramatically since his last orgasm just minutes earlier. A part of her still thought cum was disgusting, but that part wasn't being listened to while she was so insanely horny. She gleefully ran her fingers through his cum and then scooped a big cum gob up and took it in her mouth. MMMM! So yummy! My oh my! That IS downright delicious!

She somehow forced herself to stop doing that, out of a lingering sense that it was too "improper," but after checking to make sure he still wasn't watching, she pressed her tits together again and slid them back and forth against each other. It was an entirely new experience for her, because so much of his cum was now lubricating their movement. Oh my goodness! Just look at me! This is so naughty! Too naughty. I really shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop! I'm so darn horny! It's like my body is in control of my mind, not the other way around! I just hope Tiger doesn't open his eyes, or my goose will be cooked!

She continued to revel in the joy of running her fingers through the cum streaks, smearing them into her skin. When she wasn't doing that, she loved to rub her cummy massive melons together. And when she wasn't doing that, she sometimes dared to eat a little more of his cum. But she tried hard not to do that last thing that often, for fear that it was truly too depraved.

Eventually, she realized that she was in danger of Alan reviving and opening his eyes at any moment. She decided she had to be proactive in removing that danger before she made a complete fool of herself. She said, "Tiger, please don't open your eyes, okay?"

He was feeling totally exhausted, yet in a completely sexually-satiated way. It was bliss. He stirred enough to answer, "Okay. But why?"

"Just trust me on this, okay? I get embarrassed." She pulled her chair back and dropped to her knees. She realized that if she was kneeling, she'd be out of his sight where he couldn't sneak a peek. "I just, uh, I want to check on the state of your... uh... member. How are you feeling? Sore?"

Despite his exhaustion, he wanted to shout, "Awesome! I feel friggin' awesome!" But he didn't. However, he was so out of it that he didn't use his cleverness to exploit her concern about his soreness. Instead, he answered honestly, "I feel fine. Just fine. No soreness at all."

"Really? NO soreness?" She was very disappointed to hear that. Somehow, she correctly sensed that his soreness wasn't that major an issue, but if he continued to complain of soreness, Akami might "force" her to check on the state of his penis more often.

He was still so far gone, floating on a cloud of lusty bliss, that he didn't pick up on the disappointment in her voice.

She thought, Oh, poo! Drat! Why did he have to say that? I wouldn't mind checking him tomorrow too! But wait. Listen to me. His health is the most important thing. In fact, it's the only thing. What happened here is just... Well, let's not even think about it! This didn't even happen. I've got to pretend this didn't happen. And I have to get out of here before he opens his eyes!

She forced herself to say, "That's good to hear, Son. So you're not feeling any pain? No problem, even after ejaculating twice?"

"Nope. I'm good." He still wasn't thinking.

"I'm very glad to hear that." She picked up her red top and stood up. She was quiet and careful not to touch him so he wouldn't wonder what was going on and open his eyes. Then she silently snuck to the door and opened it. She peered up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear.

She stood in the hallway, outside the door to his room with it mostly closed. That way, if he did look around, he wouldn't see that she was topless, with his cum smeared all over her in a very deliberate manner. She spoke loudly through the crack. "I've got to go now. Akami asked me to call her right away, to give her the news. Is there anything else you want me to tell her?"

"Um, no. I think I'll just lie here for a while before getting ready for bed."

"Sounds good. Good night, Son. I love you."

That perked him up. He opened his eyes and sat up, hoping to make eye contact. "I love you too, mom! You're the best!"

But Susan carefully closed the door before he could look her way. She quickly hurried down the hall to her room before he could see her, or worse, before Katherine happened upon her. She clutched her red top to her massive globes as she went.

Alan flopped back down on his bed to rest some more.

Susan did call Akami and shared what she now felt was both good and bad news. She was glad that her son didn't have a serious soreness problem, but she kind of wished he at least had a little problem that would necessitate more checking. However, she gave Akami an honest, though highly abbreviated, account.

It was very abbreviated indeed, because she didn't want to go into what an extremely arousing experience it had been for her, and how she'd ended up having a powerful orgasm.

She was quick to get off the phone because she hadn't come off her erotic high just yet, and she had a lot of cum on her tits to play with. She ended up masturbating through another orgasm as she alternately smeared her son's cum into her skin and gobbled more of it into her mouth.

It was only after she came down from that last orgasm and cleaned up in the bathroom that the guilt and regret hit her. She felt terrible. She simply couldn't believe what she'd done when she'd let her lust take control. Lust had never been a problem for her, ever. These were entirely new feelings. Compared to how she'd felt with Ron, it was as if she'd never experienced lust at all.

She at least consoled herself that what she'd done was medically necessary, as strange as that seemed. She promised herself that she'd never let herself do something like that again. She consoled herself that at least she'd saved him from the "sin of Onan" by having him cum on her body instead of "spilling his seed upon the ground."

Alan remained in a state of joyous disbelief for some time. His orgasms left him too exhausted to move, but thoughts of what had just happened left him too excited to go to sleep, so he just savored the wildly arousing memories for a while.

He remained totally unaware that she'd taken her top all the way off and eaten and played with his cum. But had he known, he hardly could have been any more shocked and awed than he already was..

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47 Suzanne Masturbating.!

Suzanne's husband Eric was working late, so she was alone as she stood before her bedroom closet and started to undress for bed. She had just gotten off the phone with Akami. Akami in turn had gotten off the phone with Susan a couple of minutes earlier, and she'd passed on Susan's account of how she had watched Alan masturbate himself to two orgasms.

Suzanne thought, Success! Today's been a grand-slam success. I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely so. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't control herself even slightly. She's so fucking horny for her cutie Tiger! It's obvious.

I wish I knew more. I have so many questions. So Sweetie came twice. But what did he say? What did she say? Where did all his cum go?! That's a big one, right there. I'll have to wheedle more answers out of Susan tomorrow. It's all too exciting!

This certainly changes things. My main goal with her was to weaken her moral stance enough so that she'd accept my relationship with my Sweetie. The thing is, I think she's sliding down a slippery slope and there's no way to stop her just halfway down. She's resisting, but deep down she wants some of his cock. I could see the way her eyes were practically boring a hole through the table at dinner; it was as if she were praying for X-ray vision. What she did tonight with him and his two orgasms is just further proof.

So I've kind of unleashed a powerful and unpredictable force. that could be bad. That definitely opens up a whole can of worms. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Sweetie, but Susan and Angel too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with him, but I never would have expected the other two would react the way they have as well. It's like they're total, repressed nymphomaniacs, exploding into lust at the first opportunity.

Well, actually, I'm not completely surprised. For years now, I strongly suspected that Susan could be a very passionate, sexual woman. I've long suspected she's sexually submissive too. It's just that her sexuality has been completely repressed by all that religious crap she grew up with. I never could figure out how to unleash her inner tigress. It turns out her boundless love for her son is the key to unlock her door.

She finished undressing while continuing to ruminate.

Susan's reaction has been wild enough. But there's Angel's reaction too. Like the way she was pumping him at dinner with questions about how Akami had stroked his penis. "Pumping" is the perfect word. She looked like she could barely restrain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table!

Once Suzanne stood naked, she began fingering her pussy in front of her mirror. I had her pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother, at least on the surface. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. But no, BOTH mother and daughter are total hotties! In fact, I'd almost suspect Angel had a thing for him even before I put my scheme in motion. Maybe she does! It's so hot - sister and brother together! I can't stand it!

By this time, Suzanne was really assaulting her cunt. Her whole body bucked with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan, whose brain fogged over with lusty passion so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping her wits about her, even though her own lust and passion could be just as strong. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused.

Sweetie could be the key to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on him, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until we women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and... Oh God! Oh, too much! Too much! It's my dream of sexual utopia!

I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even... Oh, yes! Maybe even marry my Sweetie! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Angel my partners in bed! Oh Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!

Suzanne arched her back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had held a slight crush on Susan for years, but she'd never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with a vow of lifelong chastity.

She'd never had strong sexual feelings for Katherine until very recently, since she had no interest in underage girls. But there was no denying that Katherine was reaching legal age, and she already had the body of an adult. In fact, Katherine was turning out to be an extremely stunning young woman with a voluptuous, busty body. That left Suzanne amenable to the idea of seducing her as well. Suddenly she was very amenable.

She lay back on her bed in the nude. If I had a REAL man as a husband, he would be here for me now. He'd fuck me right here, right now! I never would have started wandering. But let's face it, I need a lot of fucking. AND love! It's been so many years since Eric and I made love. It's like both Susan and I aren't married at all. I don't know which is worse: Susan's husband being overseas all the time, or my husband being here but not here at the same time.

Well, Sweetie's a real man, and a good man too. He's no mere boy. He'd never neglect me or leave me alone. I know that his love is pure and not based on just lust, because he loved me dearly before he even hit puberty. He's the one man I think I can truly love! Even if that means sharing him with Susan, and maybe Angel too.

She looked around the empty bedroom and sighed. Ah, well. Tomorrow's another day.. I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring!

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50 Suzanne in a Kimono - A Handjob?

The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal again for Alan. He masturbated twice before school, once while still in bed and the second time while in the shower. Both times, his thoughts were entirely focused on his sexy, buxom mother. After what had happened during the appointment with Susan and Akami, and then in the evening with just Susan, he knew he'd never view his mother the same way again.

He still had a hard time believing that what had happened had really occurred. He decided, I give up! It's futile to try and stop myself from masturbating to thoughts of her. That was never easy to do before, but after yesterday? Forget it! That would be like trying to stop the sun from rising! Mom is just too hot, and too stacked! Hell, she's as hot as the sun itself!

But he had another day of school to attend, so life necessarily had to return to normal. Then he had his usual day at home. except that Susan and Katherine dressed more sexily. Admittedly, a lot more sexily. He overheard Susan chastising Katherine over her outfit, but Katherine pointed out that Susan had no right to complain, given what she herself had been wearing lately.

After school, Alan masturbated before and after his nap, as usual. The outfits he saw helped, but he certainly wasn't lacking mental stimulation material. All he had to do was remember the sight of his mother's bare breasts and lusty face during his doctor's appointment and his penis was guaranteed to get stiff in a flash. And if that didn't do it, he knew he could just remember his cum all splattered and shining on her sexy red outfit. That was one sight he would never, ever forget.

However, Suzanne was very much on his mind as well. He hadn't seen her at all that day, and he worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about.

He had a good feeling that Suzanne wanted to do more than just talk. As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he felt scared and apprehensive. She was so sexual and physically perfect that just being near her could be intimidating. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed blue silk kimono, not for a love of Japanese style but strictly for the potential it had to open in the front.

It was already about nine in the evening. Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing Suzanne wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of her getting into a bed was enough to get him horny. Yet he reminded himself that only days earlier he hadn't allowed himself to have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the kimono opened in the front. She leaned back on his bed and allowed one of her large boobs to fall all the way out of the kimono. She closed her eyes to make sure he wouldn't be too shy to take a good, long look.

His dick had been flaccid due to his nervousness, but it got fully erect in a hurry.

There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone as well. Without saying anything, her hands began roaming over the kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up more and more.

As she seemingly explored her own body, she opened her eyes and spoke in her scratchy yet sexy purr. "I'm so glad you're here. I've been getting so hot and bothered just thinking about you."

He'd been incredibly aroused even before she said that, but those words sent actual shivers down his spine. "You? About me?!"

"Sure! You think I'm helping you out just for you? Sweetie, believe me, I would if I had to because I love you, but I'm enjoying this just as much as you are." By the time she said that, her robe had opened enough to completely expose both of her breasts. She reached up to an erect nipple and moaned loudly as she pinched it.

"Really?" He said with heartfelt modesty, "But I don't deserve you. You're like a Playboy centerfold. In fact, you're actually hotter than a Playboy centerfold. I mean, just look at you! Jesus! And I'm just some guy, some random teenager."

She smiled as she played with her big breasts with both hands. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not just some random teenager; you're my Sweetie! You're the most kind and good man I've ever met, and you're turning into a total hunk to boot. Note that I say 'man' and not 'boy'. Now, are you going to release the beast from its cage or are you going to leave me suffering?"

He looked at her in confusion and saw her eyebrows wiggling as she stared at the obvious bulge in his shorts. He was slowly realizing, Aunt Suzy actually sees ME as a sex object of some sort? She finds me "hunky?" Wow. No one's ever called me that, much less HER!

She added impatiently, "Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it for you?"

He was learning fast. He grinned. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do it yourself."

She said wryly, "Now I know why you're in the gifted classes." She let the kimono fall off her shoulders. It was stopped from falling all the way off by the large red sash around her waist. She knelt in front of him, reached out, and unzipped his shorts.

He held his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening. Is she gonna touch it?! No way! I think she's gonna touch it!

She took her time just staring at his bulge, letting the anticipation grow. Finally, she reached in through the fly on his underwear and firmly grasped his erection.

He exhaled and then sucked in another big breath. His heart was pounding. Oh man! Man oh man oh man! Aunt Suzy! Touching my dick?! It's unreal! This is even better than what happened with Mom last night!

She pulled his erection out and left it sticking straight out, pointing right at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm such a naughty girl. If I'm not careful, I might end up grabbing it, and stroking it, a lot more. That would be bad. Very improper." She winked.

He felt dizzy. It was as if every last drop of blood in his body had rushed to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain working. He was seriously worried that he'd hyperventilate. He tried taking deep breaths to calm himself.

She was tempted to lean forward and suck on his meaty rod, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She looked up and playfully asked him, "So, a penny for your thoughts. Is something arousing you? What could it be?"

He was going to burst out, "You!" But he thought, I have to be clever. And cool. I'm not just some random teenager. I have to live up to Aunt Suzy's high expectations. After a long pause, he grinned and said, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures."

Suzanne was amused, not to mention impressed by his attempt to be witty despite the fact that he was gasping like a fish out of water. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She pretended to pout, then flicked a finger at his erection, causing it to sway from side to side. She brought her face closer to his hard-on, allowing her breath to fall on it.

Then she said in a very breathy voice, "JUST the pictures? Having your Aunt Suzy nearly totally naked and on her knees before your cock, thinking about how good it would feel to touch and fondle it, doesn't have anything to do with it?"

He felt assaulted with erotic sensations, even though she wasn't touching him. For one thing, she was breathing quite heavily on his stiffness. He could actually sense the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also loved her lavender-scented perfume and her scratchy voice. Add the words she was saying to the way that she was showing off her naked upper body, and he was in serious danger of cumming without any skin-to-skin contact at all.

He answered her question, "Maybe a little."

Her grin widened. "Just a little, eh? What am I going to do with you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, then with the fingers of her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.

He wasn't sure if he was meant to respond, and he was enjoying his erotic high too much to want to speak in any case.

So she suggested, "You know what the problem is? I think your beast is still too confined. Let it roam free. We want to see you pull your shorts off. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

Alan momentarily wondered what she meant by "we," but he was too frazzled to really think. He gathered his wits and prepared to drop his shorts. "Good idea. Best to be safe. They were cutting off my circulation anyway." He slowly brought the shorts down his legs.

Suzanne laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's nervous, but he's not completely intimidated. Most of the men I've been with are twice his age and never get over being intimidated by my looks. Maybe it's because he grew up with his Aunt Suzy - he knows I don't bite. Well, not much, hee-hee.

He finished removing his shorts, leaving him wearing only a T-shirt. He wasn't used to standing with an unhindered erection and he felt awkward about it.

As he tried to move back into the same position in front of her as before, she deliberately moved her face forward a little, causing his hard-on to bounce off her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled, thinking that he'd been the one to bump into her. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over, but managed to remain on his feet.

She just replied wryly, "Be careful where you poke that big thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where his dick had touched her and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm.

She reached out and started stroking his thick hard-on.

However, after less than a minute, he yelped in distress. The problem was, he realized he was on a razor's edge. One more slight touch or sexy thought or word was going to bring on an orgasm.

Trying to help him with his problem, she let go of his boner.

Without explaining why, he sat down in his computer chair, closed his eyes and tried to block out all thoughts of her. He concentrated on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic surge had passed.

She smiled as she saw him finally open his eyes after a minute or more. "Looks like someone around here is getting too much stimulation." She made a pretense at pulling her kimono up over her shoulders and closing it, as if trying to calm things a little, but then she let it fall off her shoulders and down to her waist again as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She giggled. "Oopsies. Looks like you're stuck with Aunt Suzy's big ol' blinding-white boobs. Think you can handle that?"

He was feeling much more able to go on now that the ejaculatory impulse had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blindingly white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big."

Suzanne reached out and flicked his erection with a finger, causing it to sway again. "Oooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures?'" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.

He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she'd had a chance to respond.

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her ample melons with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."

He laughed.

On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! Sure, he's kinda freaking out, but in a way he's almost calm, since we know each other so well. I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Susan's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I want.

Despite his great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Suzanne on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his cockhead. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing than stroking.

She noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"

He began rubbing his cock more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although he was sitting at the desk with his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen.

No way! I just can't imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or a basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for Mom. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and the jiggly red leather dress she'd worn at dinner and for his later masturbation session suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he hadn't thought it possible to get any more aroused than he already had been.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne asked as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She knelt at his feet, shoving her boobs forward until they were inches from his erection.

He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed the hand pumping his dick. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft.

As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she looked deeply into his eyes and asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.

But she could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking."

It was the same delaying technique that Akami had used on him the day before.

He didn't understand what was happening, and thought he'd somehow gotten lucky with his frantic efforts to clench and resist the urge to climax. However, even though Alan hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him.

Suzanne realized this and was patient. She continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge, even after her squeezing trick.

"Aunt Suzy? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?!" He was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt as if he were twelve years old again.

She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Mom ... I mean Aunt Suzy! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day," he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She thought, I love that he confuses my name with Susan's sometimes, especially at times like this. It shows that his lust and love for his mother and his "aunt" are tangled together. I'd love to see all three of us tangled together in a sexual way, permanently! Rrrawwr!

Initially she merely fondled his penis lightly, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the frenulum, the base of the head where he was most sensitive (which Akami had called his "sweet spot" during his appointment), and began pressing and rubbing.

Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Suzy's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your cock every single day, for years and years to come?"

He let out a wordless moan of great delight.

She kept stroking, lightly and slowly.

But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy.

After a few more minutes of such wonderful pleasure, he couldn't help but say, "Aunt Suzy, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh MAN! It feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough, calloused ones. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace built up slowly until eventually he was ready to blow his load. His eyes lingered on her swaying tits, although sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and then nearly lose it all over again.

Her face was always close to the tip of his boner. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, while at other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pulsing pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that for now. She wanted to bring him along slowly, to better savor the entire experience, so this day was a day only for handjobs.

She took complete control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to bring his first handjob to a literal climax.

"You're almost ready," she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping faster, squeezing his most sensitive spots. She let go and let him take aim. "Do it all over my big boobs!"

The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. He wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting his seed directly into her face.

That didn't slow her down though; in fact it inspired her. She squeezed her boobs together, creating an even more tempting target.

They sat back in post-orgasmic bliss a minute or two later, with Alan resting in his chair and Suzanne still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob had lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss.

When she saw that he'd recovered somewhat, she asked, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?"

They both had a good laugh. He exclaimed, "Like I give a flying fuck about the pictures! You're the most arousing sight in the world!"

He wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path. They each loved the other deeply, but they'd always been shy about expressing it verbally..

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51 Suzanne's Tongue

Alan sat up and looked around. He finally realized with a start that his cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage. Then he looked up and saw that even more had landed on her face.

He wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her round mounds. The fact that she was still lightly panting, causing her cum-covered tits to heave, only increased his mental excitement. He also got an extra thrill from being reminded how he'd shot his load on his mother's equally huge tits the night before.

But he dared not touch Suzanne, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative. Furthermore, he saw no need to push his luck, particularly since his penis was down for the count and he was so wiped out that he could barely move a muscle.

Suzanne said, "Okay, now it's time for you to REALLY tell me what happened during your medical appointment. Not to mention what happened when you masturbated in front of your mother last night!"

He feigned confusion. "What do you mean?"

She pouted, "After I do that for you, you still play dumb with me? I talked to Susan about it and she told a different story than the one you gave at dinner. For instance, you forgot to mention how Akami gave her a so-called breast exam."

"Oooooh... THAT appointment."

Suzanne chuckled.

He said, "Look, I'm just trying to protect her. She obviously was very conflicted about the whole thing. I don't want her to be all embarrassed."

Suzanne ran her hand through his unruly hair. "That's really sweet, and that's one reason why you're my Sweetie. But she told me everything. You know how we don't keep secrets from each other, so why should this be any different? I just want to hear your view, your impression." She ran down some highlights of the event, revealing how much she knew already.

So he went over the appointment again, but this time didn't hold anything back. In truth, Susan hadn't told Suzanne absolutely everything, but Suzanne adroitly asked him questions to help fill in the gaps in her knowledge without revealing that there had been any gaps.

As he talked, he felt his erection slowly reviving. The fact that Akami had rubbed his dick had been extracted from him during the previous night's dinner only after repeated questioning. This time he freely described Akami's sexy ministrations in great detail. In fact, after a while, he mentioned little else but that and the way that Akami had fondled Susan's chest. The more he talked, the more he remembered just how exciting it had all been.

Between his own words and the continued sight of his cum slowly trickling down Suzanne's body, his hands found themselves wrapped around his new hard-on.

But she quickly saw that and said, "Don't you dare touch that just yet! Leave that to me. Why do it yourself when you've got Aunt Suzy all addicted to your cock already? You've won yourself a very eager cock stroker."

He could hardly argue with that. Christ! Is she serious?! This must be a dream, and I'm gonna wake up at any moment. He pulled his hands away.

She added in her delightfully raspy voice, "But since you got your pleasure, I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her gash, which unfortunately for him remained hidden under her kimono.

He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath there, but he desperately wanted to find out. Growing bold, he reached out to adjust her kimono and give himself a better view.

She chided. "Look, but don't touch. It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you."

For maybe a week at most, hee-hee, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. Just until Susan comes around some more. Then she told him, "Now, no pouting. And since you're being so good, maybe you'd like me to do this some more?" She took his hot pole back in her hands and resumed stroking it.

"Um, yeah?!" he answered with incredulous joy.

She was all smiles. "Me too. Now, tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office."

He had pretty much told her everything already, but he didn't mind describing how Akami had played with Susan's immense breasts in more detail. He was amazed that he could even talk while Suzanne's sliding fingers were pleasuring him so much.

At one point, he thought, Somehow, I feel surprisingly comfortable in this situation, as if we've done this many times before. Sure, I'm insanely horny - how could I not be with the goddess Suzanne?! But I'm not jittery like earlier. This must be because I know and love my Aunt Suzy so much. We get along so well. In a weird way, this feels natural!

He kept on talking as she continued stroking while lightly blowing air over his cockhead. But before he could finish the story, much less tell the next one about his masturbation session while his mother was watching, there was a knock on the door.

It was Susan. She said through the door. "Tiger? Suzanne? You still in there? How's it going? It's been a while now."

Alan looked around for his shorts and started to reach out so he could quickly put them back on.

But Suzanne waved that effort off. Instead, without attempting to cover up or move from where she sat, she said, "Oh, things are CUMMING along nicely. Come on in, Susan."

Then, to his total shock, Suzanne kept on stroking his erection, occasionally using both hands.

Susan opened the door and stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was Suzanne's pale white back. She didn't see any clothing above her friend's waist, and realized that meant Suzanne's front also was completely exposed. Then her eyes went to Alan and she realized that he was sitting in the perfect position to ogle Suzanne's bare chest.

As she stepped further into the room, she was able to see around Suzanne's back more until she saw enough of Alan to determine that he wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she saw his shorts on the floor. She froze before she got enough of an angle to see his erection, but she knew it was there from the lusty look on his face.

Susan gasped loudly. Oh no! Suzanne, she's ... she's ... I can't believe it! She's playing with his member! Why is she doing that?! Doesn't she know I'm standing here?! Of course she does. I'm so confused! Oh dear. This is dreadful!

Susan recovered from her shock enough to shriek, "Suzanne! What on God's green Earth are you doing?!"

"You know very well what I'm doing. Sweetie needs a lot of help, and I'm helping him."

"B-b-b-but" Susan stammered helplessly. She couldn't see what Suzanne's hands were doing from where she stood, but her body suddenly felt strangely tingly all over just the same.

While Susan was practically in shock, Alan was nearly as surprised, due to how she looked. He couldn't get over the outfit she was wearing. She looked like a teenage girl about to go out on a hot date, with a black mini-skirt and a nearly skin-tight top that exposed her shapely back and taut belly. She was blushing profusely and holding both arms to cover her chest, but that just made her all the more arousing.

Suzanne hadn't turned around to look at Susan at all, but she knew with certainty that Susan was blushing and covering up as much as she could. Suzanne was the one who'd told her what to wear, and she knew well Susan's personality and how uncomfortable she would be wearing that outfit. So, as she rubbed Alan's sweet spot - his frenulum - a little bit, she said to Susan with authority, "Drop your hands to your sides this instant."

Susan was mortified, but she brought her arms down. She still hadn't tried to move to a spot where she could get a good look at Alan's crotch, for fear of what she'd see there. It wasn't his erection that she feared so much as the sight of Suzanne's hand holding it, and probably even stroking it. She knew that would make her feel terribly jealous, and even more aroused than she already was.

Although Susan couldn't see what Suzanne's hands were doing, she could see Suzanne's arms moving. Oh my God! Dear God! She's... She's... She's pumping on him! Just like Akami did! Just like what I saw him doing to himself last night too! Oh God, I'm living that nightmare all over again! But the "nightmare" was so "traumatic" that her nipples practically poked through her top, and her already wet pussy started to pulse with need.

After Suzanne gave Susan enough time to reposition her hands, Suzanne said, "Now, thrust your chest out and let your son admire your new outfit."

Susan protested, "But this outfit, it's hardly appropriate, I mean, it's so scandalous to begin with-"

"Susan!" Suzanne was good at speaking in a way that demanded obedience.

Susan could hear the squishy sounds of Suzanne's hands sliding up and down Alan's pre-cum-soaked shaft. "Suzanne, please! Really, don't you think that while you're in the middle of, well, using your hand to-"

But Suzanne interrupted, "Remember that you're here for visual stimulation. You're doing what you can do to help his condition, and I'm doing what I can. I'm in the middle of helping his member get hard again, and you have fantastic 38G breasts that help inspire him. I think he could use a good dose of visual stimulation right now."

"But you have 38G breasts too," Susan pointed out. "And what's more, you're topless."

"I know," Suzanne replied. "But he's got a special thing for yours. Don't you Sweetie?"

Alan figured it safer not to reply.

After a pause, Susan sighed. "Very well." She thrust her chest out and stood with her arms straight at her sides, like a soldier at attention. Meanwhile, she continued to stare. As if there was any doubt about it, she just confirmed it! She IS "helping his member get hard again." That means her fingers are playing up and down his thick ... member. I knew that's what that lewd sound was. Oh dear! Why does this keep happening to me?!

She glanced back over at Suzanne, only to see that while Suzanne was preoccupied with Alan's crotch instead of her, Alan had turned his head and was looking directly at her.

Her nipples and pussy buzzed with arousal as she thought, Tiger's staring right at me! Oh God! Too exciting! Why does he bother looking at me when Suzanne is totally topless right in front of him? And she's simply gorgeous! Could it be that he thinks I'm sexy too? Does he really have a "special thing" for my breasts?

Oh, he does! I just know it. Look at him: he's staring right at my CHEST! Oh God! I'm so humiliated in this ridiculous pose, but I can't deny that I'm feeling strangely... tingly... all over again. It's so hot! Tiger just loves his mommy's big tits!

Suzanne finally looked back to see what Susan was actually doing. She demanded impatiently, "More thrusting, please."

"Is that really necessary?" She loved the attention that her stance was getting, but she felt guilty and slutty too.

"Suuuuusan!" Suzanne chided.

Blushing furiously, Susan thrust her chest forward as far as she could. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment, but at the same time she reveled in the shame and the naughtiness of what she was doing. She still couldn't stand to look in her son's direction beyond an occasional glance, but she felt light-headed since she knew he was staring at her.

She thought, Tiger's member is long and stiff and thick, I just know it! I can't see it directly, but I know exactly what it looks like after yesterday! Boy do I ever! Suzanne's busy running her lucky fingers all over it, while he gets even longer, stiffer, and thicker looking at Mommy's big rack! Son, that's the same rack you squirted two loads of cum on yesterday!

Oh dear. I can't let myself think such naughty thoughts. It's all so exciting, but it's wrong too! It's okay if he gets horny, but I shouldn't be getting tingly like this!

Alan was so transfixed by the sight of his mother standing in that lewd position that he hardly paid attention to the way Suzanne's fingers were dancing up and down his shaft and cockhead. However, he certainly did enjoy the amazing feeling. He thought, What's with Mom?! It's like she's Aunt Suzy's puppet, staying in a weird pose like that. But what a sexy, sexy pose! DANG, she's hot! And she's my loving mom!

Suzanne, still without turning, then asked Susan, "So. What is it that brought you in?"

Holding her body in that lewd thrusting position, Susan tried to say in a casual voice, "Oh, I just wanted to say hello and see if you needed anything. Just seeing how you're getting along. But I, uh... I didn't know that you'd be, um..."

The truth was, she hadn't had any reason to come in, but Suzanne had told her in advance that this was the time she was going to be giving Alan his first handjob, and as the minutes went by Susan's curiosity eventually got the best of her. She absolutely had to know how things were going. She secretly longed to stroke him herself, but she didn't dare. At least she could live vicariously through her best friend.

Suzanne knew this would happen. She could have strung Susan along, but decided to have mercy since Susan was doing her best by wearing the outfit and posing in such a sexy way. She said, "I just stroked him to a very nice climax, didn't I, Sweetie?"

He thought, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How surreal! But he answered, "Uh, yeah. Mom, it was, um, very nice. Aunt Suzy is very talented with her hands."

Susan also found the whole situation bizarre, but she managed to reply, "That's nice. I'll bet she is. But Suzanne, isn't he, uh ... still ... you know ... hard?"

Curiosity was making her slowly drift further into the room, even as she kept her chest thrust out. She finally reached the point where she could see Alan's erection, and she dared to look directly at it. She held her breath in awe as she saw it pointing up stiffly. She actually couldn't see much of it, since both of Suzanne's hands were wrapped around it and sliding up and down, but she saw enough to feel an electric, erotic shock down to her toes.

She froze again and gawked. She didn't even notice all the cum on Suzanne's face, since her gaze was focused on Alan's hard-on like a laser beam.

Oh Lord! Dear Lord God! She really is doing it! Mmmm! Look at all that thick yummy goodness in her hands! Oh God! She's gonna stroke and stroke and stroke until he just explodes! He's gonna cum all over her! Just like she said he should cum all over ME! And just like he splattered me last night, TWICE!

I thought that was gross at first, but I'm kind of getting to like it! And look at Suzanne. She doesn't seem to mind at all, and he splattered his cummy sperm all over her face! WOW!

Confirming out of the corner of her eyes that Susan had come even closer and could see Alan's erection now, Suzanne felt delightfully devilish and just couldn't resist temptation. She flicked her extraordinarily long tongue out and briefly lapped it against Alan's sweet spot.

Alan didn't see it, since he was looking at Susan, but he felt it. He didn't know what was happening exactly, but a jolt of pure pleasure shot through him like an electric shock. He closed his eyes tightly and cried out loudly. Between the way Suzanne's fingers were dancing all over his shaft and the way she was continually blowing air on him in new ways, he didn't really consider that it could be her tongue that had caused the jolt. Besides, the last time he'd looked, her mouth was too far away for her tongue to reach - if it had been a normal-length tongue, that is.

Susan did see it. My GOD! Look at that tongue! I knew she had a long tongue, but I didn't know it was THAT long! It's not even human! She gasped a few seconds after Alan's cry, since the pleasure he felt was instantaneous, while it took her a bit to register and truly believe what she was seeing.

Since Suzanne was only "supposed" to be giving Alan a handjob and not a blowjob, she reluctantly pulled her tongue back in her mouth. She could hardly wait to do a lot more of that in the near future though.

Alan belatedly noticed Susan's gasp, and opened his eyes to gawk at her some more.

Realizing that Alan could see how blatantly she was staring at the handjob Suzanne was giving him, Susan freaked out and backed away. "Um, nice. Very nice! Uh, I gotta go. Let me know if you need anything else!" By the time she finished saying that, she was back in the hallway. She closed the door behind her and rushed to her bathroom to take a cold shower.

She couldn't believe how aroused the entire encounter had left her. Oh my! Oh my! That was too hot! That shook me down to my bones. I think that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life! Except maybe watching Tiger cum on me twice last night. Okay, it's tied. I just hope and pray that my wanton, shameful lust didn't show on my face!

But it had, of course. She was terrible at hiding her true emotions. Not only had Suzanne picked up on her mood, but even a highly distracted Alan had as well.

Susan's one all-consuming thought was that those could be her hands, provided she would agree to help him "do his thing" in a more direct manner..

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52 Aim for my Mouth!!

As soon as Susan was gone, Suzanne thought, A-ha! I've always figured Susan would be submissive in bed, and the way she secretly loved being told to thrust her chest out proves it. She could have just done that for a minute and stopped. But no. She kept right on doing it! Things are going to get miiiiighty interesting around here, that's for sure!

She chuckled. She'd paused in her stroking, but now she resumed a steady rhythm. She spoke to Alan in a matter-of-fact manner, as if this kind of thing were commonplace. "Awww, shucks. I was hoping she would stay longer. I didn't even get to show her this lovely pearl necklace you gave me."

She swiped a gob of his cum off her cum-splattered chest, then made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus H. Christ!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how sweet your cum tastes?"

He let out a loud groan. "Oh. My. Gaawwwd. Aunt Suzy, this has just been too weird. Great, damn great, but weird. I mean you" - he pointed at her cum-splattered chest - "and then Mom" - he pointed at the door. "I mean, it's just... Whoa!"

Since he was at a loss for words, Suzanne said, "Yeah, I know. It's a lot coming at you all at once. You have to admit though, that your mom looked really hot as she stood there obediently with her chest thrust out, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, panting and staring hungrily at your big, hard cock. Didn't that turn you on?"

He assumed he needed to keep his incestuous desires a secret from everyone, even Suzanne. "It's not like that, Aunt Suzy. Really."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really?"

"Honest to God. I mean, yes, she's attractive. Hell, more than attractive. But she's my mom. I don't think of her that way."

Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. She began intently rubbing his sweet spot again, to further break down his resistance. "Oh, come on, Sweetie. 'Attractive?' Is that the best you can come up with? That's like saying the sun is kind of warm."

He admitted, "Okay, she's gorgeous. She's frigging incredibly beautiful, just like you are. I mean, her dimensions are just crazy. Big up top, a narrow waist, and then wide hips. Again, exactly like you. What more could a guy want?! But she's my mom! No one can deny that she's beautiful, but I don't see her, as ... you know ... sexy."

Suzanne's fingers slid up and down his slicked-up shaft. "Sweetie, don't lie to me. You have to admit she looks damn sexy. Are you saying you don't see your mother as beautiful AND sexy, just because she's your mother? Is that what you want me to tell her?"

"No!" he cried in agitation. "God, she's totally HOT!" He got even more flustered after realizing what he'd just said. He blurted out, "Don't tell her anything! Please? Promise? It's not like that!" He started sweating profusely, as if he were being tortured under interrogation.

Suzanne stroked his erection even more aggressively. "I won't tell her anything. Your secret is safe with me. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with sex with an adoptive parent, as long as you're both loving and consenting adults. Don't you agree?"

"No comment." He was really sweating bullets now. He knew that his lust for Susan was as plain as day. After all that happened yesterday, it was like some inner restraint had broken: he couldn't hide his feelings for his mother anymore.

Suzanne decided to give him a break and not press him too hard on the issue. "Whatever. But you have to admit she looked hot."

"How do you even know what she was wearing? You didn't turn to look, did you?"

"I did, eventually. But I didn't need to, because I knew she was going to wear something scandalously sexy to help you cum. That's the kind of loving mother she is. I kind of got a kick out of not seeing what it was exactly at first, and just imagining. But let's go back to the appointment. What do you think she was thinking while Akami was playing with her nipples? Don't you think she got really horny, between Akami doing that and the way she was devouring your big dick with her eyes?"

"How the heck should I know what she was thinking?"

Suzanne grew more excited herself. "Don't you think, after watching Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would want to jack you off herself? What happened last night, with just you and her? Did she touch it, or even stroke it, like I'm doing? Wouldn't you like her to do what I'm doing right now, wrap her soft hands around your prick and make you feel incredibly good? Don't you want to blow your load all over her just like you've blown your load all over me?"

He looked at the pearly mess all over her face and curvy tit-slopes. He pleaded, "Please don't ask me these questions! It's freaking me out! Aunt Suzy, I'm so on the edge! I don't just mean that I'm about to cum, although that's true too. I mean that my brain is just about to shut down from stimulation overload. I'm really freaking out!"

Suzanne realized she was pushing him too far too fast. She thought, What am I pushing him for, anyway? It's as clear as the sun rises in the east that he lusts after Susan as much as he lusts after me. I don't need to actually get a confession out of him to know that. As long as that's true, my plan to seduce the entire Plummer family is still very possible. As always, the main barrier is Susan's prudish attitude, but we can see that's starting to change. Everything is beginning to come together brilliantly!

She let go of his turgid dick. "Oh. Well, I can understand that. Sorry for being kind of pushy. I'll tell you what. Why don't you just chill out and do some homework, and I'll come back another time. There are some things I still want to discuss with you."

He was relieved; he really did feel overstimulated. But at the same time he looked down at his erection and said, "Thanks. But, uh, before you go, you know, since you're so against chafing and everything, I'll just be honest. As soon as you go out that door, I'm going to masturbate like there's no tomorrow."

She gave him a put-out look. "Let me guess: you'd rather I finish you off than do it yourself."

He nodded shyly, wondering if he'd pushed his luck too far.

She could have teased him about it, but she decided it was better to build up his sexual confidence. So she said, "Uh-oh. You got me. Looks like you've already discovered I can't turn down a chance to play with your cock." She leaned in and resumed stroking it, while also blowing on it with every breath.

She knew he was already pretty close to cumming. As she stroked, she said in a dispassionate voice, "Since you've got me here, bare breasted and on my knees, with my hands full of cock, now's as good a time as any for that serious discussion I wanted to have with you later."

He groaned. "Oh, Aunt Suzy. Can't it wait?"

"No. I want you to remember this. Your mother is a sexy woman. She may even be having horny thoughts about you, though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself. I'll bet when she was in that bathroom in the doctor's office, fingering herself, she was thinking about you. She even hinted as much to me. She kept talking about her 'unnatural, disturbing fantasies.' She was dreaming of you in there; I know it! She was fantasizing about holding your cock, and doing to it just what Akami was doing to it, which is what I'm doing right now!"

He found himself at the edge of another climax, even more from her words about Susan than what her fingers were doing. He strained to hold out a little longer.

But then Suzanne brought him down by adding, "But she's your mother, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said dejectedly, slumping in his chair.

"Sexual contact between you and her is wrong. That's what I'm for. If you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or anyone else, come to me and I'll make sure to keep you satisfied. Very satisfied. Sweetie, especially given the way your cum tastes, you won't have any trouble getting me to help you again, believe me. Show some willpower and don't let your mother give you anything more than a handjob or blowjob, no matter how much she wants to do more. And don't touch her sexually before she touches you, EVER! Let her steer. Is that clear?"

"Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she'd said sunk in. "Blowjob?!" he exclaimed out loud. No one's ever given me a blowjob! It's like Aunt Suzy is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate Wednesdays!" Could Mom actually be having sexual thoughts about me, or be willing to help out with a blowjob or handjob or something like that?! No frigging way!

Suzanne was getting nearly as excited about Alan and Susan playing with each other as he was. She had a quiet cum without him even realizing it. She was very surprised at that, as she'd never before cum just from giving a handjob, especially considering she wasn't even touching her clit at the time.

She recovered quickly and realized that Alan was about to blow at any second. She brought her face close to the tip of his cock again and said, "Let's not make another mess. Aim for my mouth!"

He let out a great roar and shot at her face from only about a foot away. As he kept squirting, he moved in closer and closer.

She positioned him so that he was firing mostly into her mouth while she continued to stroke his dick. The sight and feeling made his climax that much more intense.

She drank the jism that hit her square in the mouth. She was tempted to pull him in between her lips so he could shoot straight down her throat, but she wanted to save the experience of his first blowjob for another time.

Besides, she had discovered earlier that she really liked the taste of his spend. It seemed a waste to lose it down her throat without being able to properly savor its sweet flavor.

She kept on stroking until he didn't have even one more drop of cum to give. The rest of his load ended up on her cheeks and chin, but a lot of that slowly dripped onto her bare boobs.

She now had the better part of two of his copious loads dripping down her face and chest. She was drenched in cum, and she loved it. Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more. The idea of giving him a blowjob practically made her salivate in anticipation, now that she knew just how delicious his cum tasted. But her desire to pace herself with him still won out.

He flopped back in his chair like he'd melted into it. "Ugh! ... Good God! ... So good! ... Man, that was something!" He sank deeper in the chair as he panted. He'd never felt so completely satisfied and happy in his entire life.

She relaxed. "We all have to do our part to help you with your ailment, don't we? Your mom is going to have to help out in a hands-on way too, though she doesn't realize it yet. Can you just imagine your mom and me taking turns jacking you off, every single day? And that's not all! If you don't know what a blowjob is like, don't worry; I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon."

Those ideas were too much for him. He didn't know what to think of what she was saying. It was fantastic enough to imagine that Susan might want to touch him sexually, but it seemed even more improbable that Suzanne would actually encourage such a thing. He'd never heard of women who were into sharing.

There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially on Suzanne, and they both looked as completely drained as they really were. The intoxicating smell of her perfume was now overpowered by the sweaty smell of sex, from both his and her multiple copious cums.

She brought a hand up to her face and felt the cum there. "It's almost a shame that I'll have to wash this off. But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow."

"I do?" He couldn't think of why that would be.

"You do. After all, I have some new things to teach you and your dick. Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him. She opened her mouth to the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forward and backward, pretending she was sucking him off.

She still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed penis, but his imagination went into overdrive. His eyes bugged out.

"This is about preventing chafing, after all. Isn't it?" she joked.

Suzanne's kimono had fallen almost completely off her body. She was using it to ensure that he didn't get a good look at her pussy; she was saving that treat to stimulate him anew on another day. Therefore she adjusted the kimono's sash to keep her covered below her waist while leaving her breasts and midriff uncovered.

There were things she still wanted to discuss with Alan, such as what else had happened the day before that he hadn't had a chance to explain completely. However, she figured she should let him just rest for a while. Besides, she knew she could get most of the answers she wanted from Susan..

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53 Suzanne and Susan's Dirty Talk with Imagination..

Suzanne left Alan's room dressed like that and headed down the hallway to Susan's bedroom. She figured the odds were nearly 100 percent that Susan was in there masturbating about what she'd just experienced and seen in Alan's bedroom.

The wily redhead walked in without knocking, and, sure enough, she was right.

Susan was caught in the act. She stared incredulously at Suzanne with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, because Suzanne had never before barged into her room like that. The only face-saving aspect was that she had pulled a corner of her sheet around her lower body, so Suzanne couldn't actually see her fingering her pussy. However, it was obvious that her other hand was busy pinching one of her nipples.

She sat up in bed, pulled her hand from her pussy, and draped an arm across her boobs in a rather futile effort to cover them. She was literally shocked speechless.

Suzanne pretended to look confused and contrite. "Oh. Susan! I wasn't expecting you here in the middle of the day. I just wanted to use your bathroom to wash up, since Sweetie is using the other one." She was taking advantage of the fact that one had to go through Susan's bedroom to reach the only other bathroom on the upper floor.

The mention of washing up caused Susan to take a closer look at her best friend. As the shock of being discovered started to wear off, she grew more aware of her surroundings. It hit her like a body blow to be reminded that not only was Suzanne topless, but her face and chest were splattered with cum.

Susan's eyes were wide as saucers. "Suzanne! What the?! ... Just look at you!" She was so taken aback that it almost made her forget about being caught masturbating. Of course she'd seen some cum on Suzanne when she was in Alan's room a short while earlier, but that view had been at an angle. It was truly breathtaking to get the full effect face-to-face, and after another cum load had been added.

Suzanne walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She smiled warmly. "I know. Isn't it great?"

"Great?! What?! Suzanne, are you INSANE?! You're covered in, in ... well, yucky guck!"

Suzanne chuckled, as if amused with Susan's naïveté. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "Susan, Susan, Susan. That's not 'yucky guck'; that's your Tiger's cum."

Susan replied bug-eyed, while covering her nipples with her palms. "That's what I mean. Alan's cum! Ewww!" She realized she'd been staring at it, so she averted her eyes by staring at the ceiling. Did he cum on her again?! I think he did! He's so virile! It's just SO MUCH CUM!

Suzanne chuckled knowingly, then shook her head. "It sounds to me like you still have a lot to learn about sex. You're carrying on like cum is a bad thing, a disgusting thing."

"It is!" Susan didn't believe that, not after what had happened the day before, but she felt she had to keep her "shameful" lusty feelings a secret.

"No it's not. Cum is great! Cum is the reward you get. Here, consider this scenario. Imagine that you're kneeling in front of your hunky son, wearing nothing but high heels while happily jacking him off."

Susan was reeling from sheer excitement. She could well imagine that, because she'd been in that pose the night before, although she'd been topless instead of nude and she'd merely looked at his cock instead of stroking it.

She was determined not to let her true feelings show, so she tried to summon up moral indignation. "'Happily?!' Suzanne, I'm his mother, and a good Christian woman!"

"Just listen to me, okay. So you're kneeling there with his great big cock in your hands. It feels warm and alive as you stroke it. But there's a problem."

"I'll say!" Susan exclaimed disapprovingly. "I shouldn't be touching it, for starters! And why am I naked? And what are the high heels for?" She found herself looking at Suzanne, rediscovering the cum on her best friend. Blushing, she turned away.

"Susan, I'm giving you a hypothetical scenario, okay? Don't question everything I say, or we'll be here all day."

Susan nodded. If there was one thing she wanted, it was for Suzanne to hurry up and finish. She was both aroused and disgusted by all the cum dripping down her best friend's body, but either way, it was practically unbearable to see Suzanne just standing there like that.

Suzanne continued, "So, like I said, there's a problem. The problem is, your Tiger is such a virile, cum-filled young man, with a really big, powerful erection. It's hard to get someone with a superior penis like his to cum quickly. So you stroke and stroke and stroke it, and then you stroke it some more. Sure, he's constantly moaning with pleasure, and his thickness gets wet with pre-cum, but he just won't cum! Eventually, your hands get tired. You just can't stroke it anymore! What do you do?"

Susan answered thoughtfully while staring at the wall, since she couldn't bear to look Suzanne's way. By this point she was vividly imagining herself in Suzanne's story and very much needed to find a way to get Alan to cum, if only so the far-too-arousing story would end. "Boy, I don't know. I've never really done that kind of thing to Ron, and well, even if I had, we've never had a problem of him lasting very long." She blushed more as she belatedly realized what that implied about Ron's sexual stamina.

Suzanne plowed onward. "Well, Sweetie is a very different kind of man than Ron. Today was my first time stroking him, but I can tell already that he's a natural. It takes a lot of work to get a big, long, powerful erection like his to finally shoot."

In truth, Alan's great stamina was almost entirely in Suzanne's imagination at that point. She was confident that she could teach him to last a lot longer. She foresaw lots and lots of practice, and she knew he was a quick learner, so it was possible he could even develop great stamina. But Suzanne wanted to hype the "power" of Alan's penis from the get-go, to help fire up Susan's lust and break down her sexual barriers.

Susan pulled her sheet up over her big breasts, as if she were a bit frightened by such a potent penis. She belatedly realized that she should have done that earlier. "Oh my goodness. So ... what do you do then?"

She looked at Suzanne, but then turned away again when she saw all the cum on her once more. She licked her lips unthinkingly as she remembered how sweet and delicious her son's cum had tasted.

Suzanne confidently replied, "You stroke and stroke and stroke some more! Because that's what a good mother does, right? She'll do most anything to help her son, because that's love for you. And with your son, the help he needs is with his penis. His constantly erect, thick penis. It needs to be stroked and stimulated and loved. Six times a day. But I digress. My point is, there you kneel in your high heels, your big breasts bouncing wildly in time to your hands sliding up and down his long cock-"

"Suzanne!" She looked aghast at her best friend.

"What?"

"Don't say that word!"

"What word?"

"You know. The one that begins with the letter 'C.'" She gazed for a long time at the cum dripping down Suzanne's face before she finally remembered to turn her head again.

Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing that Susan wasn't looking at her at the moment. "Sorry. Anyway, you've been jacking him off for so LONG, and you're just not getting anywhere! So you do the only thing you can do: you tilt your head forward and lick your way all around his cockhead!"

Susan was so into the story that she acted like she was really forced to do that. "Suzanne, NO! That's too scandalous! Besides, you used the 'C' word again."

"Sorry, but I have to. I said 'cockhead.' There is no other word for that body part."

"Oh." Susan was quite gullible.

"Anyway, I know it's scandalous, but remember, this is just a story to illustrate my point. So there you are, with your tongue lapping all over your son's big dick. Of course, if you're a good and talented mom, you'll keep jacking him off too. When it comes to a superior erection like his, there's plenty of room for both, and you'll need to do both at once if you want to get him to cum. Can you picture it? Your lips and tongue sliding all over his more sensitive cockhead area, while your fingers pump up and down the rest of his thick shaft?"

Suzanne waited for Susan to reply, but Susan just lay there, panting hard and fantasizing.

Susan still had her hands on her fantastic globes. Now that her sheet was pulled up, she realized that she could subtly tweak her nipples instead of just covering them, and Suzanne would never notice the difference. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting very aroused listening to Suzanne's story. Still, her prudish beliefs were also on her mind.

After a long silence, she complained, "Maybe I don't want to get him to cum. I mean, where would it go if he did? Is there at least a towel nearby, or something?"

"No! No towel. He's going to cum on your skin! Remember what I've been telling you lately about the sin of Onan? It's not a sin if he cums on you, preferably on your face or chest. Look at me. It would be just like what my Sweetie just did to me."

Susan looked. She was finding it harder and harder to look away from the glistening goo. She asked with more curiosity than revulsion now, "Why there?"

"Guys really like that. Sweetie obviously loves it." Since she'd already concluded that Susan was naturally sexually submissive, she tested to see just how submissive she was. "I guess, when you think about it, it's a way for a man to assert his dominance. To kind of claim you. Like a dog marking his territory."

Susan's eyes went wide and she stared at the dripping cum on Suzanne's chest with newfound interest. Oh God! Tiger? Claiming me? Marking me? Marking US? Oh dear Lord! Have mercy! It's just too hot! Why does that kind of talk arouse me?! It's not right!

Susan didn't get very jealous thinking about Alan marking Suzanne. In fact, such thoughts aroused her more than upset her. They were such close friends that she felt like the two were on the same team instead of competing, so Alan cumming on Suzanne felt almost like him cumming on herself.

She asked, "Really? But isn't that demeaning?"

Suzanne could tell that she'd hit a bull's-eye with those comments. So she continued in that vein. "Well yeah, obviously. But you're already naked and on your knees, licking and sucking on your son's great big erection. So you've obviously thrown dignity out the window. And you should have seen the look in Sweetie's eyes after he shot his hot jism all over me." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "Oh boy!"

"Really?" Susan was getting excited. Under the sheets, she tried to squeeze her nipples between her fingers without showing any movement.

"Really! He loves it! It makes him feel like a man, I'm sure. I mean, look at my breasts. Really look at them. Don't you think it looks kind of sexy, to see the cum splattered all over them? And not just any cum, but your cutie Tiger's cum! It's like he's claiming me. He's not only showering me with his fertile seed, he's showering me with his love. Frankly, I wear his cum with pride! I'll be kind of sad to wash it off. But it does get gross after a while, I suppose."

Susan was ecstatic. She's right! Tiger came on my breasts TWICE last night! That means he claimed me and then claimed me again for good measure! So it's kind of like, even though I'm a married woman, my breasts now really belong to him!

She continued to furtively fondle her nipples. Her body was heating up by the moment, but she was trying hard to focus on her lingering prudish feelings. "But... Why does it have to be cum? It's so icky."

"Hardly! Susan, have you tasted his cum? Mmmm! It's so good!" She licked a big cum gob off the slope of her curvy cleavage, savoring it as she brought it into her mouth. "Mmmm! Really good! I'm being totally honest when I say it's the best cum I've ever tasted." For once, she actually was being honest, and not just exaggerating or hyping things to better indoctrinate her best friend.

Susan nodded without realizing it. It is! Dear Lord, it's so delicious! Now, I can't speak about any other cum; I don't even know what my husband's tastes like. But I'm sure Suzanne is right!

Suzanne noticed Susan's nodding. Hmmm! Interesting! I'll bet she took snuck a taste at some point yesterday! Excellent! However, Suzanne pretended to stay clueless.

Knowing that Susan was watching with rapt interest, she scooped up another big gob and ate that too. "Mmmm... So sweet. It must be all that fruit he eats, not to mention all that fruit juice. It's funny, because he loves pineapple juice so much, and I could almost swear I can taste a hint of pineapple. Mmmm!"

Even though Susan had sampled Alan's cum on a number of occasions the day before, Suzanne's words and actions left her hungry for more. In particular, she was dying to see whether she too could taste pineapple in his cum.

She longed to lick some of his cum right off Suzanne's body. Of course there was no way she could ask to do that without dying of shame. She kept on surreptitiously fondling her nipples. She longed to play with her pussy too, but she feared that moving her hand down there would give away what she was really doing.

Suzanne was pleased to see that Susan was no longer attempting to look away. In fact, Susan now simply couldn't take her eyes off the cum on Suzanne's face and chest. "So anyway, the reason I'm telling you all this is because I felt I had to correct your misconceptions about your Sweetie's cum. Let's get back to how you're doing with his cock in the story. Er, sorry, his erection. You've stroked it so long that your hands are tired. Then you've been licking it too. Loving it with your tongue and your lips. Maybe even sucking on it. Engulfing his entire cockhead in your mouth, and giving it a passionate long cocksucking with all the suction you can muster!"

Susan gasped. "Oh no! I could never do that! It's too big!"

"Maybe so, maybe so. It is an extremely big and impressive penis, I'll grant you that. Can't you just imagine, though, how happy it would make him to see his beautiful, big-breasted mother bobbing on his shaft? Boy, that would really be a sign of a loving and caring mom. But in any case, after all that hard work you deserve a reward. And then Tiger cums! He cums all over you! Splattering his love on your face and your breasts. Especially your breasts, which I know he loves very much."

"Really? He does?" Somehow, one of Susan's hands had slipped down to her pussy. It wasn't even a conscious thing, but more like idly scratching an itch. She figured that if she hadn't noticed it happen, that Suzanne wouldn't have noticed it either, especially since her hand stayed under the sheet the whole time. So now she was fingering her pussy lips and one nipple, but trying to act like her hands weren't moving at all.

Suzanne pretended not to notice where Susan's hand had gone, but she couldn't help but smirk a little bit. She hefted her big tits, lifting them with both hands. "Oh yes! Look at my breasts. Look at the cum all over them. I know he loves these too. But consider the fact that yours are basically the exact same size as mine! So this is more or less EXACTLY what it will look like when he cums on YOUR chest! He'll be over the moon! Can you imagine yourself, kneeling naked before him with his hot cum flying directly into your mouth from mere inches away? He'll just want to cum on your face and your boobs until you're simply DROWNING in his sweet cum!"

"Oh God!" Susan gasped. She had a vision of him doing just that to her, and it was divine. All of her guilt and reservations about incest had vanished for the moment, allowing her to revel in the joy she and her son would share when he got to thoroughly paint her face and rack with his copious cum.

Susan was so turned on that she quickly forgot to make sure her masturbatory moves were unnoticed. In fact, before long she was probably going to climax. Hard.

Suzanne didn't want that to happen. For one thing, it would be next to impossible for her not to "notice" Susan's masturbation if it was that blatant. (Naturally, she'd noticed it already, but she was pretending that Susan's activities weren't obvious.) For another, she wanted to keep Susan in a state of constant arousal. She figured that if Susan came, she'd probably get the post-orgasmic blues and go back to her prudish mindset for a while.

So Suzanne abruptly changed the subject. "Oh, by the way, what were you doing here when I came in? Are you feeling okay? Is there something wrong with your nipples?"

Susan's hands froze. She blushed as she remembered how she'd been caught with her hands on her privates when Suzanne barged in. But she thought fast, and explained, "Um, no, not really. You see, Akami taught me how important it is to do a proper breast check. You know, for cancer." She looked away in embarrassment and mentally crossed her fingers, hoping Suzanne would buy that.

Suzanne didn't believe it for a second, but naturally she pretended that she did so Susan wouldn't freak out. "Oh. That's a good idea. I should probably learn how to do that too. Can you show me?"

Susan was relieved that she'd dodged that bullet, but her embarrassment grew. "Um, I'd rather not. I mean, it's not proper for us to see each other in, uh..., well, when we're not fully dressed."

Suzanne looked down at herself and chuckled. "And what about me? Haven't I been talking to you while topless all the while?"

"Yeah, but I'm shy."

Suzanne was hoping to see Susan play with her boobs since she had a long-standing well-concealed lust for her best friend. However, Susan looked so cute and vulnerable at that moment that Suzanne decided to let her be, at least for the time being. She stood up to head to Susan's bathroom. "Very well. Then why don't you come with me and I'll show you how to clean up a cummy face."

"Um, is that something that really needs to be taught?"

"Sure it is." In fact, Suzanne knew it would be another chance to keep Susan horny, but out from under the sheets where she couldn't climax. There wasn't really anything to learn, but she knew she'd be able to draw out the description of the experience, hyping for quite a while longer the joy of having Alan cum on her. In fact, while they were there Suzanne figured she could give such a detailed account of her first handjob with Alan that Susan would end up so hot and horny that she wouldn't be able to tell up from down.

Suzanne smirked a little more. She loved this.

Susan sighed. She wasn't too happy to get out of bed, especially since her head was so filled with arousing thoughts and her pussy and nipples were feeling extremely needy. However, she felt like she had no choice. "Very well. But let me put on some clothes first."

Suzanne got up and went to Susan's closet. She took a terry-cloth robe off a hanger and threw it at the bed. "Here, wear this." Another goal of hers was to keep Susan naked as much as possible or, barring that, at least dressed in something revealing. Most importantly, she wanted her without a bra and panties at all times, which would help break down Susan's resistance that much faster. Having her wear a loose robe would be nearly as effective as having her stand there in the nude.

Suzanne couldn't have been more delighted that she had further confirmation of Susan's sexual submissiveness. She knew that she had decades of Susan's religious teaching to overcome, and that wouldn't be easy. But her friend's submissive tendencies would make it much easier to change those beliefs and attitudes..

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54 Naked Cheerleading!

Suzanne kept Susan hot and bothered for a very long time. Along the way, she learned the rest of what she'd wanted Alan to tell her. Most importantly, she'd learned all about Susan's late night "soreness check," including the fact that Alan had cum on her twice.

Suzanne couldn't have been more delighted. In her opinion, that event couldn't have gone any better.

By the time Suzanne finally left the Plummer house, it was about ten o'clock.

Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas.

Katherine had been using a glass at Alan's door to listen to what Suzanne was doing with him, just as she'd done the previous few times that Suzanne had been in there. She was ecstatic when she heard Suzanne finally touching and stroking Alan's erection, because that made it much easier for her to do the same. She'd had to stop eavesdropping when she'd heard Susan coming up the stairs to go into his room, but what she'd heard before that made her very horny and excited.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and she wanted to have some of that fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit once he's recovered from Aunt Suzy, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, hoping he soon would come by.

Alan took a shower just to get back in touch with reality a bit. Then he went back to his room and tried to read, but he was still too excited to concentrate. Finally, he decided it was time to call it a night, so he got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

When he heard surprisingly loud music coming from Katherine's room, he fell into her trap. He stopped outside her partly-open door and said through the crack, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's not that late," she replied back through the door. "Isn't it still before eleven?"

"I know, but I always feel tired. Remember this treatment of mine is all about my tiredness?"

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

Unsuspecting, he opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of "Get on the Good Foot," a funky song by James Brown.

He thought, Holy Cow. More sexiness! If I hadn't just gotten refreshed by that shower, I think I'd just pass out trying to wrap my head around so much sexiness in one house.

He pulled up a chair and sat down near her door, asking, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at ten o'clock at night? Isn't that kind of unusual?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? We must be the richest people in town to not have a working air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now, I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure. ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need. In fact, if I remember correctly, you didn't even want me to go to the games when you were cheering."

"That was then; this is now. Since Mom's trying to shake off her fuddy-duddy ways, so am I."

"Cool. So what do I do?"

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So he sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she hadn't had the courage to remove her bra and panties before luring him in.

But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, knocked on the door, and said through it, "Angel, please turn that racket down. I'm going to go to bed now." Susan's bedroom was just down the hall, and she wanted to go to sleep now that Suzanne was gone.

But Katherine wouldn't be deterred that easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice," she said as she plugged in her CD player. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

He noticed that it really was quite hot and stuffy. The walls were made of thick concrete, which meant that when they heated up during the day they took a long time to cool down at night, somewhat like adobe. "Um, okay," he said uncertainly. "But do you think it's really... I mean... Do you think Mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings?

Even so, Katherine got the gist and said, "Bro, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I made the suggestion partly so I could do my share with the 'sexing things up' plan. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff that Aunt Suzy has been showing you lately, but I want to try to do my part. Anyway, it's just the same as wearing a bikini."

She paused, frowning. "Unless you don't want my help?"

"No, that's not it. I totally appreciate your help. I was just asking what Mom would think about it, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Mom and Aunt Suzy sat me down and filled me in on the whole 'sexing things up' plan. I'm supposed to help with the visual stimulation part."

That sounded harmless enough, so Alan sat back to watch. While his penis was still down for the count, he was eager to see more of what she really looked like. He'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she'd always dressed so conservatively.

Katherine started doing her routines again. But she danced around even more sexily now, and really put on a show for her brother. It wasn't just that she was dancing only in her underwear; she put true passion into it. She stood mere feet from him and constantly stared into his eyes.

He thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pom-poms! She's really good too. She moves so gracefully. No wonder she got on the varsity squad.

Dancing in her undies was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But she got so worked up showing herself off for her brother that she didn't want to stop there. She decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she wanted most of all was to bring him to an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from him.

He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go. However, he noticed that she was staying. In fact, she didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" he asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay. Good night. And a great job dancing. You're really good." That was true - she was a natural when it came to dancing.

"Thanks!"

He walked up the stairs.

But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark and they were the perfect place to spy on his sister.

He didn't realize that she was trying to get him to spy on her, so once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, rationalizing to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't show them even to me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get. I know all the routines the cheerleading squad does in public, so what else is there?

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! What's gotten into me? This isn't right. I'll bet anything that Brother is up there watching, and he's gonna see me naked! But even as she thought those things, her hands pulled her panties down her legs as if they were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely in the nude.

Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He was worried she might see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. He figured that if she did look his way he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds.

He got involved watching her. There really were no additional extra-sexy routines, as she'd done all her best ones for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made him forget all about judging how sexy her moves were. All her moves were beyond arousing now. He even felt his penis stir, which was remarkable considering all it had been through in the previous few hours.

Katherine did her naked routines facing towards the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know whether he was watching, but had no way of knowing.

God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching - my boobs bounce around far too much.

But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating at the top of the stairs while looking down at me. That would be pretty cool!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty, naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pom-poms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his suddenly revived boner.

I shouldn't be doing this while looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. I mean, Aunt Suzy is one thing, 'cos she's not really my aunt. This is like incest! But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? I know: what if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Aims?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. His effort to pretend she was someone else was a flop. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he felt he should.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly. In fact, they bounced around so much that she vowed again this would be the first and last time she ever did her routines in the nude.

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it since he didn't have his usual towel or tissues to shoot into. He was desperate though to do something fast, and decided to cum into his T-shirt as a last resort. Just as he finished shooting his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Tiger? Angel? Where are you kids? Remember, you have school tomorrow."

He immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect dick back into his shorts, and scurried back up the rest of the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the bedroom floor. Once he was closer to Susan's room, he saw her standing at her door, so he said to her, "I was just downstairs. Sis is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

She replied, "Very well. I don't want you dragging around tomorrow morning."

"No worries, Mom. Good night."

"Night."

Katherine didn't hear all of that, but she did hear what Susan was shouting. From that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room, and apparently wasn't upstairs at all. My God! He was down here watching me! He had to have been! No way!

She fell to the floor and began fingering her pussy furiously. This is so wrong. So very wrong. God is going to punish me for this!

Katherine considered herself to usually be a good Christian. However, she wasn't nearly as devout as her mother. In fact, nearly everything Katherine knew about Christianity came from what Susan had taught her, or from all the countless times Susan dragged her children off to church.

Before Katherine went to sleep, she wrote about her worries regarding incest in her diary.

Dear Diary,

I got Brother to watch me dance naked tonight! Woo-hoo!

She went on to recount in detail what had happened in the basement. She concluded:

Hot damn! But do I dare take this further? Diary, you KNOW how much I've gone on and on about my love for my brother and all the sexy things I want to do with him. But that was just fantasy. This is getting to be real! Really real! I don't want to cross some line and push him away from me. How much would he consider us doing it to be incest? I mean, we're family but we're not really related genetically. Would he be okay with messing around, or would he totally freak out? I've gotta find that out somehow. How can I do that without screwing things up?!

But her worries took second place to her excitement, and writing about what had just happened got her so hot that she had to masturbate some more before she went to sleep.

— — —

That night, Katherine had a very strange dream. She was cheering at a football game as usual. As the players left the field for half time, she got ready for the half time show. Walking on to the field with the others, she felt a bit of a draft blowing, but it was nice and warm. When she got to center field, she was surprised to see the others still standing at the side and doing a cheer for her.

"Go Kat, go Kat, you're so hot! Show them all just what you've got!"

Suddenly, she realized she was only wearing shoes, socks, and pom-poms. Oh no! I'm completely naked in the middle of the stadium and all eyes are on me! How did this happen?!

She tried to run back to the others, but instead she just seemed to be running on the spot.

Now what do I do? I don't want to show my body to the entire school! At that she glanced up at the stands and got another shock. Alan was in the front row with Suzanne on his left and a very red blushing Susan on his right. Both were completely naked too. Furthermore, they had their hands in his shorts, and she could see stroking movement going on.

Quickly, she scanned the rest of the stands. Impossibly, everyone in the crowd was either Alan, Suzanne, or Susan, but the vast majority were Alan. They were all hollering for her to give them a show.

She was a little hesitant, but started to do a routine. She figured that if it was family, and especially for Alan, then it was okay. She was nervous, but as time went on she started to really get inspired in her fluid motions. The cheers from the crowd became even louder and soon the entire crowd looked like Alan. She wasn't dancing for her school; she was dancing for a crowd of hundreds of Alans. Even the other cheerleaders had disappeared.

Soon, she lost all inhibitions and proudly displayed every inch of her naked body in daring routines. As she was doing this, she felt herself get hotter and more turned on than she had ever been. She couldn't help herself, and found herself doing pelvic thrusts and running her hands all over her body. She locked eyes on the first Alan that she'd seen, and silently mouthed to him: "Fuck me! Fuck me, Brother!"

As she kept doing this, the stadium started shrinking until it became the size of a room and the crowd of countless Alans was so close to her they could actually touch her. And touch her they did. She felt hands all over her body. There was no pretense of dancing left. Instead she slowly dropped to her hands and knees, letting all these Alans play with her body. She was being caressed over her entire body.

She started to cum hard in her dream. She woke up with a deep guttural groan of pleasure, realizing that she was cumming in real life too. She found the sheets soaked near her crotch, her fingers playing furiously with her clit and nipples.

When she calmed down, she sat up and looked over at the clock. It read 2.30 a.m. That was intense! I've never cum like that. And weird! Phew! Just one Alan is more than enough for me, thank you very much. I'd better change these sheets before the cum soaks through into my mattress. And I'd better go wash up a bit. I'll have to be quiet about it, though. I doubt Mom would understand.

She quickly pulled off her sheets and put them in the laundry hamper. She sighed. I'm way too obsessed with my brother! Even after lusting for him for a couple of years, my feelings only grow stronger. Now Aunt Suzy gets to live MY dream in real life, and I'm stuck with nothing but weird wet dreams.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, she put on a fresh set of sheets and fell asleep again as soon as her head touched her pillow..

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55 Dirty Talk

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. I'm sure she's about to fall back into her prudish ways as a means of dealing with her unfamiliar urges. She's like memory foam: if I'm not actively imprinting a new impression, she's going to snap back to her prior shape. I'll soothe her feelings about all these exciting changes that are troubling her, and push her further at the same time. This is fun!

She looked at her best friend, who was dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises in the Plummer house basement, the same room where Katherine had 'practiced' her naked cheerleader routine the night before.

Suzanne was surprised at just how rapidly Susan's attitudes were changing. She'd tried for years and years to get Susan to loosen up about sex, without much success. Now it was as if the floodgates had opened. Suzanne felt she had to strike fast while Susan's newfound feelings about sex were still in flux.

Susan had always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. True, Susan was all over the place with her feelings, one moment lost in an obvious sexual fantasy and the next going on about sin and the fires of Hell. But overall, now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, Suzanne was pleasantly surprised that Susan wasn't more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real-life consequences. Maybe that's because she doesn't fully admit that she has "those" feelings for him or that he has "those" feelings for her. Or maybe it's just that right now it's all still just fantasizing, and the prospect of actually touching him in a sexual way seems completely off limits. She can write off what happened yesterday as a one-time freak event.

She's going to be in for a real surprise soon, when she has to admit her feelings and motives fully, and then act on them. The shit's about to get real!

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On the one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying him instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds were slim that he would marry a twenty-one-year-older woman. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her own son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her. Most importantly, she knew that the more Susan transformed, the more sexual fun she herself could have, not only with Alan, but hopefully with Katherine and Susan too. Ultimately, her vision of a sexual utopia included both Alan and Susan, which meant that they would need to get intimate with each other as well as with her.

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking. She'd talked Susan into wearing a new outfit that was really skin-tight. It practically looked painted on, and she wasn't "allowed" to wear any underwear underneath.

Susan is like me; she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing: fucking! Just like me. At least I recognize it and haven't lived like a nun my entire life. Heck, most nuns have had more sex than she's had. Of course she's always covered up like a Saudi woman in a burka because otherwise the line of suitors after her would stretch down the street, and she doesn't want their attention. Such a waste of a body like that.

It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had a chance to play the field. She's never experienced great sex. However, it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Sweetie between us? Phew! That idea heats up the room! I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do much pushing at all, now that the wheels are in motion. It's more that I should guide things to make sure they stay on track. Angel, for instance, seems to be progressing fine without my meddling. This six-times-a-day scheme is such a powerful setup. Susan and Angel can do all kinds of incestuous things with Sweetie and still convince themselves that it's all just to further his treatment. Hopefully, it's just a matter of time before the two of them knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved! She chuckled to herself.

No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets... They're both ripe fruit ready for the picking!

And speaking of fruits, they're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. Sweetie's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any serious nasty or forbidden thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that a gorgeous - woman throws herself at you, what boy his age could resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, there's no way he can say no. The fact is, wealthy people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem was, Suzanne felt bad about lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. She tried hard not to think about it much, but the guilt really bothered her. She was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything, trying to be as honest with her friend as possible. It was as if Susan were the conscience that Suzanne sometimes lacked.

But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was she knew deep down that she'd do it even if Susan didn't benefit, just to get Alan. As long as she didn't out-and-out hurt her closest friend, she would be relentless in her pursuit to win him. Her life was boring and in a rut, with no end in sight until she fell in love with him, and now all her future hopes depended on him. She wanted to make up for lying to Susan by giving her the same happy ending - love and sex with Alan - that she would make for herself.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." They each toweled off the sweat before beginning their cool-down stretching exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you masturbated since the appointment with Akami?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is NO!"

"I think you have," Suzanne said boldly.

Susan blushed as she thought about just how much she'd masturbated in the last 48 hours, starting with her time in the bathroom at the doctor's office. She was most ashamed to recall how she'd secretly played with her nipples and even her pussy the evening before while Suzanne was in her bedroom upstairs. True, she'd done it under a sheet, and only because Suzanne's talk made her too horny to control herself. But now she worried that Suzanne had witnessed her secret "shame."

Suzanne could guess what Susan was thinking, and didn't want her to worry. "Of course I have no way of knowing for sure; I'm just saying that because everybody masturbates at some point. It's no big deal. I've already proved to you that female masturbation is no sin. We all do it. It's just that some people are willing to admit it, and some aren't."

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never really masturbated until two days earlier during the medical appointment with Akami. She'd been so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the appointment with Akami, she'd been making up for lost time. In fact, she'd masturbated six times since then. She'd even masturbated herself to sleep the previous night, just hours earlier. However, she still called it "performing a breast self-exam," and she generally restricted herself to touching her breasts and not her pussy. But her nipples were so sensitive and her thoughts and fantasies about Alan were so arousing that she was able to climax each time just the same.

She'd managed to avoid masturbating so far since waking up that morning, but even while she was exercising she'd already been thinking that another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

Susan realized the "breast exam" distinction would never fly with Suzanne. For one thing, Suzanne would ask why Susan needed to perform a monthly exam five times in a single day. So, with a hangdog expression, she admitted, "Well, okay, so what if I do? Rarely, mind you! And I'll have you know I only touch my breasts and not any further down. But what business is it of yours, anyway? It's a very private and very personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely, because ALL of the sexual dreams and fantasies that she'd been having lately revolved around Alan. She closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving her son.

Last night was the worst. After I saw Tiger sitting naked in his room with Suzanne right there on her knees in front of him, I nearly lost my mind! I wanted so badly for that to be me. "Look, Tiger. Look at Mommy's titties. They're just as nice as Aunt Suzy's, and just as big too. You want to play with them? Why don't you play with them while Mommy holds your erection? Oh yeah! Mommy likes to hold her Tiger's meaty rod so very much. Can Mommy stroke it for you too? If you let Mommy stroke it, you can play with her boobies any time you like. Squeeze my nipples just a little more, Tiger! Oh yes! Mommy's stroking faster and faster!"

And that darn Suzanne. Coming into my room and making me think about how it would feel if Tiger were to cum on my chest, and even on my face. I mean, the thought of stroking his big member over and over again, and even licking it, just so he could cover me in his sticky goo again! 'Cos he's already done it to me twice, and I loved it! And Suzanne seems to think I might even have to put it in my mouth and suck on it in order to get him to cum! Why, the very idea is just so ... hot!

Wait. Did I say "hot?" I meant "disgusting." I mean, what kind of mommy, what kind of big-breasted mommy, would take her son's huge erection and lovingly lick and kiss... Uh-oh, I'm doing it again. My head is filled with nothing but these filthy thoughts!

Suddenly she snapped back to reality, remembering that Suzanne was standing there waiting for her response. Oh dear! I hope it wasn't obvious that I was spacing out there.

In fact, it was obvious; Suzanne had seen Susan's eyes glaze over. But she was diplomatic enough not to mention anything.

They got some water bottles from a nearby counter and sat down to recover from their workout.

"I'm sorry for asking," Suzanne said contritely. "It's just that... I'm sure this last week or two have been very trying for you, ever since Sweetie began his treatment. After hearing about what happened at the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and that only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into. I mean, I know you would NEVER want to do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax. You're just helping him with his medical problem. That's all. The fact that you may end up jacking him off on a daily basis has nothing to do with incest."

"Wait!" Susan thought, What did she just say?! "Jacking him off on a daily basis?!" That's... that's just too... too... HNNG! I can't breathe!

She pulled herself together and pleaded, "Suzanne, can we please not talk about that right now? It makes me feel ... conflicted. Frankly, it gives me a headache."

"Okay. Sorry." Suzanne realized that she probably was pushing too hard. It wasn't the end of the world to give Susan a break for a while. But she planned to return to her same themes over and over until Susan was a complete "convert." She knew that with Susan there was no middle ground; Susan was used to complete moral clarity and had a hard time with gray areas. Thus Suzanne had to break down Susan's belief system, substituting a new belief system that looked at sex in an entirely different way without affecting Susan's innate goodness.

Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation at that time..

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56 Mixed Signals - Christine

As Alan wandered down a mostly empty hall, heading to the cafeteria to get some lunch, Christine suddenly came up from behind him and planted herself right in front of him, blocking his path. She had her hands on her hips and she looked seriously pissed.

He knew from experience that she had a naturally intense look, so when she looked angry it didn't necessarily mean she really was. He halted in his tracks and waited to see what she wanted.

Christine waited what she felt was an appropriate interval for him to say something, but when he continued to show no signs of being ready to do so she blurted out, "Alan, when are you going to stop avoiding me?"

He blinked at her in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?"

She glared at him. "You know what I'm talking about. Ever since ... that day ... you've been avoiding me like the plague."

They both knew what she meant by "that day" - the day he'd clumsily tried to ask her out and she'd turned him down. It was too sensitive a subject for him to discuss or even mention directly.

He protested, "I have not. I see you every day and say 'Hi.' I just said 'Hi' to you earlier, in fact."

She struck a more apologetic pose. "I know, but all you do is say 'Hi, how's it going?', and you're pretty much obliged to do that because we share some of the same classes and even sit next to each other a lot. What I mean is, there's no real meaningful communication anymore. Look, I know what I said upset you. I was taken by surprise, and I kinda handled the whole thing badly. I figured I'd give you some time, but it's been seventeen days since then and you still hardly say more than two words to me at a time!"

"It has?"

"See?"

He laughed at how he had just proved her point. Christine was so serious and intense most of the time that she wasn't much of a joker. Even this was more a matter of her expressing her exasperation than of her attempting to be funny.

Realizing that playing dumb was both impossible and counterproductive, he opened up. "You know what? You're right. I guess I have been avoiding you. It's just that, well, I'm not good at this whole thing!" He flapped his arms about helplessly.

They both understood "this whole thing" referred to asking a girl out and dating.

She said, "Hey, I'm not the best at it either. I'm totally frustrated too, because you're not just 'some guy.' I really like you. We had a good friendship going. I don't want to ruin that!" She stomped her foot in frustration, which inadvertently set her big rack jiggling.

He couldn't help but stare in silent appreciation. Dang! How I manage to talk to Christine and not just drool like an idiot is beyond me. She's so friggin' sexy! And stacked!

Sometimes he wondered how much of his friendship with her was based on the fact that she had such big breasts. Spending so much time with Susan and Suzanne somehow left him drawn to large racks like a bee to honey. On the other hand, his long experience with the two mothers enabled him to act relatively normally around someone as extraordinary beautiful as Christine. Few other boys even dared to try to talk to her.

He said, "I'm frustrated too. I hope you know I really like you too - as a friend, I mean. It's just that, I like you so much, it's hard not to like you that other way too. Especially when you look as amazing as you do. You're just so ... beautiful!" He said that word like he was in awe.

Christine turned aside and blushed in a really cute way.

He continued, "I'll try better to crush these inappropriate feelings of mine and get things back to the way they were before. I'm sorry that I've been in denial, avoiding you like that. That's not smart."

She briefly held up a hand with a stop gesture. "Now, hold on. Don't crush those feelings entirely. I never said I didn't want to, you know, go on a date or something." She looked away bashfully, but then made eye contact again. "I said I wasn't ready. You can't just come out of the blue with a request like that! You need to woo a girl properly first!"

"So, can I woo you?" he asked nervously. It was almost like asking her out again, and that was extremely scary for him, but he had such strong feelings for her that he forced himself to do it.

She made an exasperated noise. "Well, I didn't say that either. Let's just... Can we just get our friendship back on track first? I kind of... Well, I've kind of missed having you to talk to."

He smiled widely. "Sure! I was just about to head to lunch. You wanna join me and hang out? Just the two of us?"

"YES!" She smiled with relief. In truth, Christine had a great number of acquaintances, but virtually no real friends. Other girls were envious of her looks, not to mention her smarts and all of her great talents and skills. Boys were too intimidated, at least after they'd once come on to her and had their heads handed back on a platter. Her "Ice Queen" persona put everyone off. She didn't suffer fools gladly, to say the least. But somehow Alan always saw through all that and treated her like just "one of the guys" (not counting his frequent gawking at her fantastic body). He was the only classmate she felt she could let her hair down with, and also one of the few she could respect on an intellectual level.

He wanted to hug her, but she'd always been skittish about that kind of thing. So he just started walking away, and she walked with him.

He said, "Hey, you know, this cute blonde came up to me yesterday after school and asked me what time it was. I told her it was three o'clock. She frowned unhappily, so I asked her what the problem was. She told me, 'I've been asking that question all day long, and each time I get a different answer!'"

Christine rolled her eyes, but she was secretly amused. Alan had a long-standing tradition of telling her dumb-blonde jokes, because she was blonde and yet she was most definitely not stupid. In fact, she was almost certainly the smartest student in the entire high school. But she rarely had good comebacks to his dumb-blonde jokes since humor wasn't her strong suit, and that amused him.

The two of them had a good time reconnecting at lunch, which let them put a lot of the awkwardness behind them.

Nevertheless, the encounter left Alan frustrated. Afterwards he thought, Talk about mixed signals! It's like she turned me down, and still doesn't want to date, but she wants to keep me hanging. Maybe she'll change her mind at some unknowable future date if I "woo her" properly, whatever that means, but then she says she doesn't want me to woo her! Women! Grrr. Thank God I have all these other sexy things in my life going on. If all I did was obsess over her, before long I'd turn into a basket case.

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