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

101. 6 Times a Day (57-83)

6 Times a Day Chapter 84 - Almost a Kiss

57 Domineering Suzanne

Susan and Suzanne got back together a few hours later. They lay on lounge chairs by the pool in the early afternoon.

Susan wore a two-piece bikini, with swaths of various shades of blue and purple. It was a new gift from Suzanne, making it the first true bikini she'd ever owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms.

Suzanne also had a bikini, a much more revealing red one, but she only wore the bikini bottoms.

Susan was duly shocked about that, but Suzanne managed to convince her that it wasn't a big deal. She explained, "Look, Sweetie needs to cum six times a day, every single day. Who knows how many weeks or months it'll take before he gets better. His treatment may well go on indefinitely. I'm going to have to get very used to being naked, or at least topless, around him on a daily basis. So I need to get accustomed to it myself first."

Susan frowned, but accepted that.

Smiling, Suzanne added, "You should try it too. After all, don't you want to get used to showing Sweetie your bare chest?"

Susan reflexively covered her big breasts, even though she was wearing a bikini top already. "No thanks!"

Suzanne decided not to push it, at least for the moment. She shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if he ever has trouble getting an erection, seeing you topless will fix him up right away. Guaranteed."

After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottoms down as far as decency would allow, right to the edge of her bush.

"What are you doing?" Susan asked in dismay.

"I'm trying to get rid of my tan lines." That was bull, because Suzanne's skin was too fair for tan lines. She knew from painful experience that she pretty much went from pale to sunburned, which is why she was always careful to cover her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan; she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne brought the conversation around again to the earlier topic. "Like I was saying downstairs earlier, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're forced to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"We've established that it's not a sin for you to give him a handjob. In fact you'd be helping to save him from sin. I'll do what I can, but I can't be here to help even close to six times a day. Besides, you said that Akami specifically told you that YOU are the one who will have to perform the abnormality checks. Even so, you still have trouble accepting that helping him out would not be wrong. So how do you expect to do those checks? It seems to me that you don't really have a choice."

Susan thought about that for some moments. Then she asked, "Tell me, is your vision really that bad? I still haven't seen you wear reading glasses."

"We went over this yesterday." Suzanne lied, "My vision is good enough for most things, but it's not twenty-twenty. Polyps and abrasions on his penis can be very small. They can start out no bigger than a pimple. I might do an okay job, but you'll do an excellent job. Don't you want what's best for your son? What if I miss something that you would have caught? Would you ever forgive yourself for that?"

"No, I guess not," Susan conceded glumly.

Suzanne continued, "So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between your son and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing, just another part of the body's anatomy. The fact that it's attached to your cutie Tiger is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, his penis is something that needs to be stimulated to reach orgasm every day, six times every single day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to caress it or suck it so he can achieve release, so that he can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying ... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face. Since she wasn't feeling horny, she had trouble using the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck."

"There's your problem, right there! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps."

Susan looked like she'd just sucked a lemon. She certainly didn't want to imagine giving her husband a blowjob instead; that would take all the joy out of it. "But sucking on it! That's so improper!"

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. It all depends on how much you're willing to help him. You could limit yourself to the abnormality checks once a week, if that's all you can manage. Or maybe you'll be a better mom - a more responsible and helpful mom - and lick, suck, and stroke him every day."

Those words hit Susan hard. Above all, she prided herself on being a great mother.

Suzanne went on, "You don't have to decide now. In any case, draw a solid mental line between helping your son and incest. They're completely different. Incest is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some physical relief for him. Even Nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like your inner thighs and your ass. But that's okay, because it's not done with sexual intent. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles in that area to release and relax. If Tiger gave you a massage and ran his hands all over your naked ass, would that be incest?"

"No?" Susan answered uncertainly. She was in danger of slipping into a daydream as she thought about how wonderful such a massage might be.

"No!" Suzanne said with conviction. "Of course not. It's only a massage. And what if you turned over and he ran his hands all over your bare breasts? Picture him massaging them at length, exploring every inch of them with his tender hands."

Susan clutched her chest, and felt little but bare skin. She felt naked and exposed in her bikini. Her nipples suddenly grew erect. She asked uncertainly, "Do breasts even need to be massaged?"

"Sure they do. It just depends on the situation. For instance, what if you were lactating and you were having trouble with it? Sweetie might pull, twist, and fiddle with your nipples for as long as it took until your milk was flowing freely. Why, he's such a thoughtful guy, he'd probably suckle on them if need be."

Susan suddenly felt dizzy; it was like her nipples burst into flames. She'd never been able to lactate for her children, and doing so was a long-standing fantasy of hers that Suzanne had discerned.

Suzanne went on, "He could do all that and it would be okay, because it's just a medical thing. And even if it wasn't, a little breast play here and there is okay. That doesn't count. Remember, incest is only intercourse."

"'Incest is only intercourse,'" Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed. She began subtly shifting and writhing on her lounge chair, because she was too horny to keep still.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to him. He's like family to me too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations really? I know you hate to be reminded of that painful fact, but it means you could help him with his penis needs every day and not have to worry about it being considered an incestuous sin."

That's a very good point! Susan thought.

"I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend and 'aunty' if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. You know that yesterday I gave him a handjob. You even saw it, didn't you? Did you see my hands sliding up and down his great big erection?"

Susan spaced out, recalling what she'd seen. Suddenly it was as if her pussy had burst into flames along with her nipples.

Suzanne let her fantasize for some long moments, but then she prodded, "Well? Didn't you see?"

Susan turned her head away in embarrassment. "I might have, uh, seen ... your hands around his ... er, his, uh ... his member-"

"And starting today, I'm going to give him a blowjob, if I can have your permission."

"A blowjob?! But why? Isn't a handjob enough? Is there no end to the depravity?"

Suzanne sat up and looked at Susan with a cocked eyebrow. She often gave that look to express impatience with people.

Thanks to Suzanne's movement, Susan noticed her friend's large melons slide and sway. That made her think of her equally large orbs doing the same thing, except with Alan there, watching. Her nipples tingled with erotic joy. She asked, "Could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

Suzanne let out a disappointed sigh. "Susan, first of all, I explained to you why I need to go topless. I have to get into practice being naked. But please, let's not hear things like 'Is there no end to the depravity.' How many times do I have to explain that what we're doing is not immoral?"

Susan complained, "A blowjob in and of itself is immoral. In our church back in Nebraska, the preacher told us that the only allowable sexual position is the missionary position. Ron tried to make me do the doggy-back position once, but I put my foot down. And oral sex wasn't even up for discussion. No siree!" She firmly shook her head no.

"Susan, you're having some kind of bad prudish flashback. Those days are over, okay? And by the way, it's 'doggy-style.' Sweetie has a serious medical problem and you're still living in the last century. If you're too stubborn and repressed to change your ways on oral sex and just stick to giving him handjobs, that's your problem. But are you saying I shouldn't either?"

She paused, giving Susan a chance to respond.

When Susan failed to do so, Suzanne continued, "Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-abuse? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan was petulant. "I don't see what the difference is. If you have to use your hands, then so be it. But why the mouth? That's so much more vulgar. It's VERY improper!"

"Six times a day is just so often, Susan. With nothing but hands, hands, hands, his penis is going to get severely chafed and have all kinds of problems. Variety is what's needed. Just picture my long tongue licking directly on his sweet spot. Do you think that'll cause any chafing?"

Susan's eyes glazed over as she pictured that. "No, I suppose not," she finally admitted. She wondered why she found the idea of Suzanne doing that so very arousing. She licked her lips unthinking, fantasizing about doing it to him herself.

Suzanne continued emphatically, "Of course not! And he'll get bored. It's like having vanilla ice cream six times a day. Anyone would get bored with that before long. I'll probably do other things too, just to help with the variety."

"Like what?"

"Probably a titfuck." Seeing the look of confusion on Susan's face, Suzanne elaborated, "I've told you about those before, some of the times when I was recounting my affairs. Remember? That's where you repeatedly slide his big erection between your breasts. You put some lotion or oil there first for lubrication and it's even less chafing than using the mouth."

Susan clutched her boobs together tightly, imagining her son's hard-on trapped in her cleavage. "I don't know. That just seems so-"

"Improper. I know. But desperate times require desperate measures. Would you throw yourself in front of a train to save your son's life?"

"You know I would!"

"So you'd do that, but you wouldn't let me put his penis in my mouth to help him out? Or do it yourself? Susan, your mind is all in a muddle. You need to see the forest for the trees here."

Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in. She was feeling increasingly aroused, and that was making her feel more receptive to these ideas. She's right! Why would I give my life for him, but not give my body to him? That doesn't make sense.

So Suzanne continued, "That's why I was asking you what you masturbate about. It's not so much the deed as the context. It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective. Why not? It sounds like Nurse Akami was enjoying herself, and I don't begrudge her that. But if you or I start thinking about him in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy. Then people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. When you daydream about him, do you think about him in romantic terms?"

"No. Of course not." Only after she said this did she realize that she had just admitted to daydreaming about him. Suzanne already knew about Susan's dreams, but daydreams were much more embarrassing since one had some control over them.

"See? So what's the problem? As long as you daydream about him in a sexual way but not a romantic way, that's perfectly fine. It's just a penis, another part of the body like an elbow or forehead. Remember, just think of it as a penis in the abstract. There's no sin, there's no harm, and if you get a little enjoyment in the process, that's all the better. This is just a temporary thing, for as long as the nurse says it's necessary. A year from now, we'll probably be looking back on this and laughing with fond memory."

Susan was skeptical. "I guess... I still have a lot of reservations about this, but ultimately I trust you even more than I trust myself. If you think it's really necessary for him to have these blowjobs, then I give you permission to do them. But please don't expect me to do them too. Is that clear? I can't imagine anything more repugnant than to put one of those things in my mouth. Ugh!"

She said that, but not very convincingly. In truth, her curiosity was much greater than her disgust.

"Okay, fine. And thank you." Suzanne figured she'd pushed enough on that for the moment; she would apply more pressure later. "But you will still help with the daily handjobs, right?"

"Suzanne! You can't ask me to do that! I'm a good Christian woman!"

"I don't see what that has to do with anything, but fine. Let's drop that for now. At the very least, you'll help with the abnormality check, won't you?"

Susan frowned. The problem was, she wanted to do the abnormality check far too much. Even the idea of a blowjob seemed a lot more intriguing to her than she was letting on. Additionally, she felt like she'd be letting Suzanne down if she didn't at least help with that. But she also feared that she could slide down the slippery slope.

She finally asked, "Why don't we play that one by ear? Since the appointment was on Tuesday, that means a check won't be needed again until next Tuesday. Maybe some other solution will present itself by then. For instance, what if we pay Nurse Akami to do it? That would just mean he sees her every week instead of every two weeks. What's wrong with that?"

"There are some other possibilities, and that is one," Suzanne said noncommittally. "But if you think about it, if we pay her for sexual help, that becomes prostitution, and that's illegal. Are you willing to take part in a crime like that? Do you want to expose your son to prostitution, and tell him that's the answer to his problems?"

"No! Of course not! But the alternative-"

Suzanne abruptly rolled to her side. "Right now I'm feeling tired. I think I'm going to take a nap."

Suzanne pretended to sleep as a way to cut off the conversation, now that she'd accomplished what she wanted. She thought, Susan jacking Sweetie off is a vital part of my overall scheme, since she's gotta learn to walk before she can run. It's good to plant the seeds with talk of blowjobs, but I'll need to focus on handjobs with her for a while.

I have to keep anticipating alternatives, like paying Akami to do it, and keep Susan off balance with excuses for them not to work. Susan will be forced to jack him off herself when Tuesday arrives, for lack of anyone else able to do it. Then, once she gets started, hopefully she'll tumble down that slippery slope.. And she'll keep falling and falling until we wind up as one big fucking family!

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58 Another Handjob Pt 1

Susan was left alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't really fathom what her friend had just told her. The fact that Suzanne had said she was about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to everything else. Dear Lord, is this some kind of test? Give me strength, Lord. Please! Why is this happening to me? Why did this bizarre medical situation have to happen to our family? Why couldn't Tiger just get chicken pox or the mumps or something like that?

— — —

Susan was lost in reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract," when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice. "Wow, you two look really good."

Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan, standing just a few feet away from them. She turned her head and looked up. "Tiger? Son? What are you doing here?! How long have you been standing there?!"

She'd lost all track of time and realized that he must have just returned home from school. She was mortified that he might have heard them talking about his penis. Plus, she felt completely exposed and naked, since she was unfamiliar with wearing a bikini.

"I just got here a second ago. Why? Is there something private going on?"

Susan was relieved to hear that, but she was still shaken. "Yes there is. Can't you see that Suzanne is sunbathing nude?"

Alan looked over at Suzanne's breasts as Suzanne lay 'sleeping' on her side. In fact, those exposed breasts were the main reason he'd come out to the pool in the first place, so he could get a closer look. He also wanted to see his mother's new bikini. Just to see her in any kind of bikini was a great treat. But he felt bashful in the face of his mother's prudishness, and didn't want to gawk. He turned away from Suzanne, and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

Susan looked at her son's crotch and noticed a long bulge practically threatening to pop open the top of his shorts. She thought, Look at that big thing! A month ago, I hardly even thought of Tiger as having a penis. Now, it's everywhere! I could practically reach out and touch it. She nervously bit her lip.

Suzanne came to Alan's rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all. "Chill out, Susan," she said as she opened her eyes. "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie. It's just going topless, for crying out loud. Millions of women around the world go to public beaches like that every day. After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

He nodded. "Right. Cool. So can I hang out here with you guys?"

"Sure. No problem, Sweetie."

He smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lounge chair.

Susan let the situation be, but she was far from comfortable about the propriety of it all. She was actually more worried about Alan looking at her in her not-extraordinarily-revealing bikini than she was worried about him looking at her topless best friend. She cursed his bad timing, since she was extremely aroused and her nipples showed it. She worried that he could also smell her wet pussy.

She thought, I don't know about this. I feel so naked. Heck, I am effectively naked! The last time he saw me this exposed, he was masturbating and he climaxed all over my big breasts! Twice! But then, he also saw me completely topless when we were with Akami. Oh dear. I guess I'd better get used to flaunting my body at him like this. Suzanne says I'm going to need to give him a handjob every single day!

Alan put on sunglasses and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two knockout MILFs from behind his dark shades. He tried to act cool and casual, but he really was terribly nervous. However, the sunglasses gave him some confidence by hiding his eyes.

After a minute or so, he said, "Aunt Suzy, it goes without saying that you look really good topless. But Mom, you also look stunning. Wow. I love your bikini."

Suddenly, Susan felt much better. There were few things she loved more than compliments from her son. She sat up and unconsciously preened a little, posing at an angle that made her fantastic rack look even more impressive.

She stared at the bulging crotch of Alan's shorts from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses. Bursting at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it was doing, creating a huge tent in his lap as he sat. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

All the while, she said to herself, The penis in the abstract. The penis in the abstract. That is not Tiger's penis. The penis in the abstract...

Then he took his T-shirt off and Susan felt butterflies in her stomach as she admired his muscles, which had grown increasingly impressive in recent months. He certainly didn't have the weak physique of a typical "nerd." All he has to do is take off his shorts, and he'll be buck naked! With his great big fat dick standing up tall, needing help! Lots and lots of help, with my hands! Suzanne says it's not a sin. In fact, she says it's my motherly duty!

After a few minutes, Suzanne sat up and leaned over, putting her hands on her knees. She said, "Sweetie, I couldn't help but notice that you have a raging hard-on and it shows no sign of going down."

He said with embarrassment, "How can it? Ever? Not with you two looking like you do!"

Suzanne smiled at that, and Susan did too. Then Suzanne gave him a sultry "come hither" look, and purred, "Would you like me to take care of it for you now?"

Before he could reply, Susan bolted up from where she lay. "Here?! Now?! Suzanne, you can't do that!"

"Why not?" Suzanne got up and moved over to Alan's lounge chair. She sat down right next to his groin.

Susan was in a panic. "You can't! For one thing, we're outside! For another, there's me!"

Suzanne lazily ran her finger up and down the bulge in Alan's shorts. Without looking Susan's way, she responded, "So what? True, we're outside, but this property is surrounded by so many trees and high fences that we have total privacy. And as for you, I figured you'd want to look and see how it's done."

Susan frantically waved her hands, sometimes making a 'halt' gesture. "Me?! No! Please! I could never do that!"

"But you saw last night. You watched while I lovingly fondled my Sweetie's big hard cock!" She quietly hissed the word "cock" with extra-sexy force as she stroked his bulge even more blatantly.

That word hit Susan like a body blow. She wanted to cry, her nipples and pussy called out for attention with such desperate need. She protested, "That was different! I only got a brief look, and from a distance."

"That's not what I remember," Suzanne said. "Didn't you get a good look at me doing this?" She held Alan's bulge tightly so his erection stuck straight up and out with almost no slack fabric to conceal it's lewd shape. Then she started sliding her fingers up and down it.

Susan panted breathlessly, "Please! I'm his mother! Take this inside and leave me some peace!"

Suzanne had pretty much started the handjob already, a fact Alan and Susan both most certainly noticed. But all three of them were also aware that there was a big difference between stroking him through his shorts, or directly skin-on-skin. Suzanne made eye contact with Alan and winked. "We can do that, can't we?"

He nodded. He wasn't even completely sure what he was agreeing to, but if Suzanne wanted it, he figured it would be very good indeed.

Suzanne let go of his stiff pole and stood up. She raised her arms and stretched, but positioned herself in such a way that Alan got to fully enjoy the view of her bare chest as her huge globes bounced and jiggled back into position.

Then she turned to Susan and said, "Okay, we'll go inside. However, I think it's vital that you watch and learn, so you can learn how to stroke your Tiger's big boner all by yourself."

"I... no..." Susan stammered, her heart pounding hard.

"Remember what you need to do to him on Tuesday, in any case."

Susan frantically hissed, "Shhh! Please don't talk about that!" She was embarrassed beyond belief about what she was supposed to do with Tuesday's "abnormality check."

"Tell you what," Suzanne continued. "I know you're shy about this kind of thing. We'll move to the living room and both face the fireplace. That way, you can watch, or not. It's up to you."

"Or NOT!" Susan said defiantly, with her arms unconsciously crossed over her ample rack. "I'm going to stay right here, thank you very much! Some things are just too improper to even be contemplated!"

"Suit yourself," Suzanne said flippantly. She took Alan's hand. "Come on, big boy. Let's go help you get rid of all that tasty cum building up in your balls."

He was so giddy he felt he'd float away before he could reach the house..

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59 Another Handjob Pt 2

As Suzanne walked through the dining room and into the living room, she whispered into Alan's ear, "I know your mom, and I'll be willing to bet any amount of money that she's gonna come along in a minute to watch secretly. Here's what we're gonna do." She looked around the living room and spotted a porcelain vase that served her purposes. It was mostly white, and very shiny, reflecting light almost as well as a mirror. She put it on the mantle above the fireplace.

Alan had no idea what she was doing, and he didn't try to understand. His brain was on overload just watching her walk around the room wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. His heart was beating so hard already he could feel it in his ears.

He thought of the movie starring Jackie Chan and Jennifer Love Hewitt that he'd watched two nights earlier. It's like watching a topless Jennifer Love Hewitt stroll around, knowing that she's about to give me a handjob. Only better! That would be just some sexy stranger actress, but I love Aunt Suzy with all my heart!

Suzanne came back to him and whispered as she looked at the vase, "It's not perfect, but that'll be good enough to show a blob in the reflection when Susan peeks in. At the very least, we'll see some movement. So keep an eye on the vase. Now, let's have some fun. Oh, and remember, follow my lead and don't do anything rash that could scare her off."

She took a step away, and then stopped. "Sweetie?"

"Yes?"

"If I take my bikini bottoms off, do you promise to behave?"

"YES! Oh, yes! Totally yes!"

She chuckled. "Very well. Keep your hands to yourself and we'll be fine, even though my hands will be all over you." She slowly shimmied out of her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside.

Then she went to the stereo. She put on a CD of Mozart to create some background noise so Susan wouldn't have to worry about them hearing her.

As he watched her bend over and fiddle with the CD and the stereo, he thought, Holy hell! That is a damn fine ass! No, it's a PERFECT ass! How am I supposed to just sit here and not have a heart attack, knowing that not only is my total babe of an aunt gonna jack me off, but Mom is probably gonna secretly watch too?! Dang! I'm about ready to blow already, and she hasn't even started!

Suzanne knew that Alan was having the time of his life checking out her ass, and she loved it. She made sure to stand in such a way that he couldn't get a clear view of her pussy, as she didn't want to overheat him too much. But she wiggled her pale ass in an extremely enticing way.

She took a very, very long time fiddling with the stereo. Of course, she was just stalling for time so she could tease and tempt her love that much more.

He completely forgot to breathe, so eventually he found himself gasping desperately for air.

Finally, she finished fiddling with the CD player and stood up, but she mostly kept her back to him. She said, "Wait. I probably should put my bikini bottoms back on, because what would Susan think?"

She bent over to pick up her bottoms where she had tossed them away. Of course, she made a big show of doing that, with a lot of ass wiggling.

He was almost glad she'd covered up a little bit, because his brain simply couldn't handle such awesome erotic stimulation. Even so, he had to close his eyes and count to ten. With his erection exposed and poking up, he worried he'd start spurting before she even touched him.

Suzanne carefully positioned him on some big throw pillows on one of the sofas, so his crotch would be visible over the back and arms of the sofa, so that it could be seen from almost every angle. Then she made sure that he was tilted so his body would be at about a forty-five degree angle from the wide entrance between the dining room and living room, since that was where Susan was most likely to first appear.

The red-haired bombshell knelt down in front of him, then leaned forward. This had two effects. One, it left her big tits dangling in an extremely enticing way, and two, it allowed her to bring her face right up to his boner while keeping enough space between them that Susan wouldn't have her view blocked.

Suzanne's face was close enough to breathe on his cockhead, and she made sure to speak in a very breathy manner, driving him bonkers. "Now remember, whatever you do, don't look back at your mom. She's in a very delicate phase right now. Think of her like a wild deer in a forest. If you startle her, she'll scamper off. Play it cool, and she'll end up eating out of the palm of your hand. Or, in your case, stroking you with the palm of HER hand!" She giggled.

As Suzanne started to stroke him with both hands, Alan realized he was already near ejaculating, even though he had climaxed twice when getting up. He whimpered, "Aunt Suzy, I gotta warn you, I'm on the verge already! One more sexy thing, one more sexy word, and I'm gonna blow like an oil well!"

He continued with increasingly ragged breathing, "Not only that, but your stroking sends your huge tits swaying side to side, and if I keep looking, my brain may explode before my dick does! All this overwhelming excitement can't be good for my heart!"

She cooed, "Don't worry; you're in good hands. I'll take care of you and back off a little bit. If my boobs are too arousing for you, then close your eyes."

"But then I'll miss out!" he complained. "Do you know how many gallons of cum I've shot off over the years, trying to imagine what I can see right now? Closing my eyes wouldn't be a proper honor to the trillions of lost spermatozoa that bravely gave their lives trying to imagine the Aunt Suzy Boob Mystery."

She snickered at that, and he did too. Suddenly they both started laughing heartily at his silly comment.

Meanwhile, Susan was praying - literally. She'd left the backyard patio and rushed to the ground-floor bathroom to clean up her swampy pussy. Even her inner thighs had gotten wet. But then she went to the dining room while still wearing her bikini, and sat down on the love seat.

She folded her hands, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and began to pray. Dear Lord, please, I beg you, give me strength! Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from Tiger's long, thick, oh-so-yummy-looking member! Even as I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I shall not want to stroke him, and run my fingers up and down his... Oh God! His... Or his hands on my nipples! My burning hot, tingly nipples! Why won't they stop tormenting me?!

Just then, she heard Alan and Suzanne laughing loudly. Curiosity got the best of her. She got up and peeked into the living room. There was just a double-wide doorframe between the rooms, so she didn't have to open any door.

Oh no! Mercy! Lord have mercy on me! She clutched her arms across her suddenly heaving bosom. Suzanne's hands are just sliding ALL OVER Tiger's big, uh, member! That looks even MORE tempting than when I saw Akami do it!

Her observation was correct, and there was a reason for it. Suzanne saw the movement of Susan's head peeking in, thanks to the reflection on the vase. (Alan was too out of his mind with erotic euphoria to notice just yet.) Since Alan had just said he needed a break, Suzanne stroked his shaft more for show than to actually arouse. In fact, her fingers hardly touched his slicked-up rod at all, which gave Susan an excellent view of its full length, from its tip down to his balls.

Oh my goodness! Susan panted. I can't believe the debauched scene before my very eyes! Suzanne is topless, like some kind of wanton hussy! And she's kneeling! Kneeling! Staring at his big member from close up like she's practically worshipping it! Just look at that look on her face! Rapture! Why, it's almost ... blasphemous!

Susan was so spellbound by the sight that she wandered deeper into the room without consciously thinking about it. Suzanne had promised that she would be ignored if she wanted to look, and she trusted Suzanne on that (and almost everything else) without question. But then she remembered that Alan could notice her too, and that made her freeze in her tracks about halfway to the sofa. She quickly ducked down behind another sofa and then emerged with only her head peering out above it.

Ironically, she was trying to hide from Alan by ducking down, but it was her sudden movement that caught his eye in the reflection in the vase, making him finally realize that she was in the room.

Suzanne saw that he had noticed, so, after making eye contact with him, she smiled and nodded knowingly.

He thought, Damn! Hot damn! Mom is right there, watching! Right behind that sofa, not ten feet away! WOW! Thank God Aunt Suzy's taking it easy on my dick, 'cos this is just too hot to handle!

Suzanne waited about a minute until he'd calmed down some more. Then she said, "Okay, Sweetie, it's time for a lesson of sorts. Do you know what the PC muscle is?"

He replied, "Actually, I'm happy to say that I do! Nurse Akami happened to mention it at my last appointment, so I looked it up on the computer last night. I can't say that I really understand it though. I mean, I tried squeezing some muscles in my crotch, but how do I know if they're the right ones?"

"Just imagine that you're on the verge of peeing. Squeeze the muscles you'd squeeze to hold back from peeing. If it works, you may be able to make your erection elevate."

He grimaced and squeezed. "Like this?" Sure enough, his pole rose up, even though Suzanne was in the middle of lightly rubbing his sweet spot.

"Good! Very good! I just know we're gonna have so much fun together. Now, you said you were already close to cumming. I'm gonna practice some stimulating moves on you, and your goal is to clench your PC muscle at the right times to delay your orgasm. Ready?"

He wiped his brow of sweat before nodding. He couldn't believe how sweaty his body had become while he was just leaning against the sofa, but it was because he was humming with energy and nervous tension from the sheer excitement of it all.

Suzanne continued, "Okay, this first one I like to call 'The Claw,' because it involves the scraping of fingernails against your sweet spot." She'd found out that was what Akami called his frenulum, and she'd decided to go with that easier-pronounced name. "You have to be veeerrry careful with this one, even if your fingernails are clipped short, because there's a bundle of extremely sensitive nerves there, similar to a woman's clitoris. In fact, it is the male anatomical analog to the clit. If it's done right, I'm told it feels fantastic."

She'd already started the move, causing him to groan in a lusty daze, "It is! It is!"

Although Suzanne appeared to be speaking to Alan, her words were really meant for Susan. She figured that if Susan had more confidence with a penis, she'd be more likely to dare to play with Alan's. Thus she was indirectly giving Susan lessons on some of the best moves to use without Susan or even Alan really realizing that was her purpose. And at the same time, she was teaching Alan how to control his PC muscle.

She was very proud of her cleverness.

Susan got more and more aroused from watching until it seemed like she was so hot and bothered that smoke was liable to start rising from where she hid behind the sofa. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Because she thought she wasn't visible, she pulled her bikini top down so she could fondle her nipples.

She thought, My goodness! I can't believe what I'm seeing! So hot! Too hot! That could be me! It really could! Suzanne's almost exactly my size in every way. Tiger could be staring at MY big breasts while his steel-hard member pulses and burns in my hands! Oh! I could... I could... stroke it! My son!

I did it to him a little when Akami forced me to, but it was so brief. Less than a minute. How I wish I could be in Suzanne's shoes right now, stroking him without any time limit! Stroking him until he cums on my face or my breasts! But he's my son! Oh God! So wrong!

Suzanne's handjob and lesson in PC muscle control went on for about ten minutes, giving Alan time to start to get a handle on how to delay his orgasms. He was surprised at just how easy it was, and that the more he clenched the easier it became. Clenching his PC muscle allowed him to ride through some extremely arousing tactile stimulation that would otherwise have caused him to blow his load.

But just when he was starting to feel like he could clench his way through anything, he heard some squeaks and lady-like grunts and gasps from behind the sofa where he knew Susan was hiding. He realized that was the sound of his mother climaxing, while trying her best not to make too much noise.

Susan's nipples were so super sensitive that she could cum from nipple play alone, and that's just what had happened.

Hearing her ecstatic pleasure aroused him so much that he lost all control and started to shoot his load. Suzanne let go of him and cupped her breasts together to present him with a fleshy target. Alan quickly grabbed his wobbling shaft and shot directly at Suzanne's cleavage, like aiming at a bull's-eye.

He was genuinely trying to aim at Suzanne's boobs but he hadn't grabbed his pulsing dick quite soon enough, so a few ropes flew high and landed on her chin and neck.

Susan was watching with a mixture of horror and desire. She was particularly appalled by the cum flying at Suzanne's face. In her mind, she shouted at Suzanne: No! Run! Run away! Don't let him hit you with all that yucky stuff! What are you doing?! You're just standing there, holding your boobs together as if you LIKE it!

The truth slowly dawned on her. Oh God! She does like it! That wasn't just talk; she really does! Look! She's even sticking her tongue out like she wants his cum to go into her mouth! Her weirdly long tongue is searching it out!

She said that getting cummed on is like being marked, like a dog marking his territory. Tiger is claiming Suzanne as his territory, just like he's already claimed me! That's so... so... hot! I can't help it, but it is! But it's so wrong! I can't look!

After Alan's dick finally stopped shooting, Suzanne opened her eyes and wiped her face with her hands.

That put Susan in a panic, because she worried she'd be caught, trapped behind the sofa. Her entire body trembled as she nervously pulled her bikini top back into place. Suddenly, she was wracked by guilt and shame.

Suzanne and Alan both knew that Susan was hiding there. Neither of them wanted her to freak out, so Suzanne said to Alan, "That was nice, wasn't it? Let's just close our eyes and relax for a few minutes. We'll take a mini-nap and savor what just happened."

He slid down into the sofa. "Good idea. Can I rest my head in your lap?"

"Very well. It seems I can't say 'No' to you. But just rest! No grabby hands, please." She sat up next to him and cuddled into his side.

"Awww. Shoot." But he was all smiles as he closed his eyes. After a few moments he asked, "Aren't you going to clean up? You're all sticky."

She was glad he'd brought that up because it was an opportunity to indoctrinate Susan on that matter. "Definitely not! There's nothing better than a spermy mess all over a lady's skin. It's absolutely heavenly!"

Not realizing that she was really speaking to Susan, he was genuinely confused by her comment. "It is? How?"

"Well, where to begin? For one thing, it's physical proof that I've just satisfied my man. It's like seeing an 'A' on your homework paper, except you can feel it, and that's even better. But more than that, it's physical proof of your love. Cum... sperm... it's almost like liquid love." Suzanne knew the way that Susan's mind worked, and knew that idea would hit a bulls-eye because Susan was all about loving her children.

He started to say, "I was about to apologize for accidentally getting some on your face-"

"Don't! That's the best! I love it! I want you to cum all over my face next time!"

Susan gasped loudly. She was scandalized by that idea.

The other two heard her, but they pretended not to. However, Suzanne couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

Susan waited another minute until she was fairly certain that the other two were resting with their eyes closed. Then she beat a hasty retreat back to the dining room, and then to the kitchen and farther away until she felt she was safe. She thought, Thank the Lord I didn't get caught! That was too close! Too scary! I can't let that sort of thing happen again.

But what she didn't realize was that not only had Suzanne and Alan known she was there the whole time, but Katherine had known as well. Katherine had been waiting in her room, hoping to eavesdrop on more hanky-panky if and when Suzanne and Alan went into Alan's room again. But then she heard music in the living room and went down the stairs just enough to peek, to make sure she wasn't missing out.

She couldn't go any further since her mother Susan was there hiding behind a sofa, but she was able to spy on the entire scene by peeking around a corner while high up the stairs.

She didn't have a great view of what Suzanne and Alan were doing, since their bodies weren't angled to her advantage. She could barely make out their words most of the time, since they were generally speaking low and were rather far away. But that didn't matter much, because she was extremely excited from seeing Susan, whose actions indicated that her sexual barriers were collapsing. Katherine figured that if their mother started directly helping Alan "do his thing," then Susan would have no leg to stand on when it came to objecting to her doing the same..

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60 Amy

Later that afternoon, Suzanne was at home washing dishes in her kitchen when Amy walked up to her, looking a bit anxious. "Hey, Mom."

"Howdy, Honey Pie. How goes it?"

"M'kay, I guess. But can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, my sweet girl. What is it?" Suzanne kept on washing the dishes.

"Um, can we just talk for a minute? It's kind of important."

Suzanne was surprised, since Amy rarely was insistent about things. She dried her hands and turned around. "Wait. What's with your outfit?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"It's far too revealing, Honey Pie."

"MooooOOOOoooom! You wear stuff more revealing than this all the time. Besides, I was just working out."

"In that?" Suzanne decided she should try to lighten up. "We'll talk about it later. ... Okay, what's on your mind?"

"Um, you see... I want to talk about Alan."

"Okay..." Suzanne suddenly felt very nervous. She wondered whether Amy had found out about the sexual things she'd been doing with Alan lately.

"Well, you know, he's been really into Christine for a long time, right?"

"Right."

"And Christine's, like, totally awesome. I mean, she looks all wowser, if you know what I mean, and she's super smart and super athletic, and, well, just... super everything! Who can compete with her?"

"She does seem to be a pretty impressive young lady, from what I hear," Suzanne said cautiously. She didn't know where Amy was going with this, but she was greatly relieved that at least Amy apparently hadn't caught on to what she was doing with Alan.

Amy nodded. "So... I figured I didn't have a chance with Alan if he's all super hung up on her, and he was until recently. As we all know, he asked her out, and she turned him down, and he was all bummed out about it. I didn't know if she would come to her senses and see what a great guy he was, or what. But today, I happen to know that he talked to her at school, and they agreed to be just friends."

"Really? Interesting." In fact, Suzanne was quite interested, since she hadn't heard about that before.

"Yeah, well, and we all know that he's totally got a crush on Ms. Rhymer." By "we all," she meant herself, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne - everyone who hung out at the Plummer house. "And that's a pretty serious crush, but come on! She's his history teacher, so nothing's gonna happen there. Right?"

"Right. But where are you going with this?"

"Well, I was just thinking... what if I could be his girlfriend?" Amy's eyes lit up. "Wouldn't that be cool?"

Suzanne scowled. "Hold on, young lady. That most definitely would NOT be cool!"

"Why not? Alan's a great guy! You know he is! Is there anyone you know who'd make a better boyfriend than him?"

"No, of course not. But that's beside the point. You're not ready for a boyfriend. Don't you remember what happened with Jack Johnson? That was a total fiasco. We can't have that happen again."

"Awww, Mom! Jack was a total bozo brain. That happened ages ago, but you keep using it as a reason why I can't date. Besides, that's why Alan would be so great. He'd be, like, the anti-bozo. He kinda loves me and I kinda love him already. We've grown up together. We could-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Yes, you love each other, almost like siblings. That's a totally different kind of love. It would only mess things up if you bring romance into it. Besides, who's to say he'd feel the same way?"

Amy said defensively, "Well, I'm just saying 'What if?' Would it be OK if he does show interest, and things kinda work out?"

Suzanne folded her arms defiantly. "Most definitely not! You're not ready for a serious relationship."

"Oh, Mom, come on! You treat me like I'm still a little girl!"

"Well, you ARE still my little girl." Suzanne glanced down at Amy's ample chest. "Just because your body has... developed doesn't mean you're ready. You may THINK you're ready, but you're not."

"MooooOOOOoooom! That's so untrue! I'm of age; I'm a woman now!"

"Honey Pie, I'm a lot older than you, and I'm experienced in these things. Besides..." Suzanne paused, as she realized she had to be careful what she said. She was thinking that Amy couldn't possibly date Alan because of the way that Suzanne herself was getting sexually involved with him, not to mention the long-term plans she had for him. But she realized there was no way to explain any of that to Amy, except possibly in a very oblique way.

"Besides what?" Amy finally asked.

"Well, there are things about Alan's situation these days that you don't understand. It complicates matters considerably. When you get older, I'll explain more of it to you."

"Mom! I'm older now! Why do you treat me like a baby?! Sheesh!" Frustrated, Amy stomped out of the room.

Left alone with the dishes, Suzanne thought about what had just transpired. Amy? Interested in my Sweetie? My sweet little Honey Pie and him? No way, no how! That would ruin everything!

She sighed, then tried to calm herself. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. After all, she used him as a subject for her drawings these past couple of years. He even posed for her while nearly naked a surprisingly large number of times, when she was doing her Life Drawing. Even though he was wearing a tight brief, I certainly saw that his penis was visibly erect, or at least turgid, in pretty much every one of her drawings!

She stared off into space with a fond smile. He really is a handsome, well-endowed boy; there's no doubt about that! I should never have given her permission to spend so much time drawing him like that, almost naked, except that I was enjoying her sketches far too much myself.

She sighed again. I suppose I was being willfully blind, refusing to see that as a huge sign that she had an interest in him. I can't just keep assuming that, because they're like family, they can't get the hots for each other. After all, look at how I've fallen for him! Now that I think about it, all those damn sexy drawings probably did a lot to get me so hot for him. So why wouldn't they have had the same effect on her? I have to stop thinking that she's somehow too young to be interested in sex.

I suspect she's having this fleeting fantasy because she thinks that he's free now because Christine turned him down. Only he's not free. He's a smart cookie; he knows he's got a good thing going, getting all this help around here with his "problem." If he were to announce that he's got a real girlfriend his age, that might jeopardize everything. So he's not going to ruin that by dating Amy; I can guarantee that.

Therefore, I don't have to do anything. He's a considerate guy, so if she comes on to him, he'll let her down easy. No problem. I wish every problem could be solved this easily, with inaction. Hee-hee.

Of course, down the line, things will get tricky when she finds out that Sweetie and I are sexually involved. For crying out loud, just a short time ago he was shooting his spunk all over me! It would be more than a little embarrassing if Amy were to walk in on something like that! What would I even say or do? I probably won't be able to keep that a secret from her for very long, so I need to think of something.

And it'll only get worse when she finds out that he's involved with Susan and Katherine too, once my scheming there reaches fruition. I suppose one could argue that it would make sense for her to get it on with him too, if the others are doing so already, and normally I might be open to that. But not with my cute Honey Pie! She's just not ready. Emotionally she's a few years behind the way her body is maturing physically. Maybe, eventually, I might be open to that idea. In a few years, MAYBE. But not now. Besides, she's a very beautiful girl; I'm sure she'll find a wonderful guy when the time is right.

Anyone but Alan, please! Good grief, having Amy in the middle of the orgies I'm envisioning would really put a damper on things, at least for me. Incest between the Plummers - that's a whole different matter, because they're not blood relatives. But my Honey Pie and me? Touching in a sexual situation? Ugh! I shudder to think!

Maybe I should set her up with somebody else. Now, there's an idea. Just as soon as she's mature enough, I'll find a really great boy for her who'll put all thoughts of my Sweetie out of her mind. And that's if she still has a crush on him by then, which I highly doubt. I'm sure she was just having a fleeting fantasy about him today, after what she heard about him and Christine..

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61 Susan - Another Breast Exam @ Home

Susan was on edge after her talk with Suzanne about helping with handjobs and blowjobs, not to mention what she'd seen and heard in the living room. She remained agitated and frazzled about it the rest of the afternoon, wondering just what things were coming to.

She didn't get a chance to be alone with Suzanne until after dinner. As the two of them sat down at the dining room table to play cards, Suzanne could see the anxiousness on Susan's face and immediately brought up the topic. "By the way, I wanted to say thanks for letting me help out with Sweetie today."

Susan's eyes went wide. She was bursting with curiosity, but didn't want to appear that interested, so she tried to act casual. "Um, yeah. No problem. Let's not talk about it, please."

Suzanne continued anyway. "By the way, I just gave him a handjob this time. I'm thinking I'll work up to a blowjob tonight."

Susan was secretly very relieved, and let out the mental equivalent of a happy sigh. Oh boy! Tiger's going to be so happy! What I wouldn't give to see his big member slide into my mouth! Er, I mean, into Suzanne's mouth! Suzanne's mouth! Not MY mouth! Not now, not ever. That would be WRONG!

After a few more seconds of reflection, she wondered, What's the big deal? Why should I care if it was a handjob or a blowjob? They're not that different, when you think about it. There must be something wrong with me, getting all worked up about this. It's almost like I want Tiger to stuff his big member into MY mouth, and I'm getting jealous that he'd do it with her instead.

Of course, that's not true. I wonder if it would even FIT in my mouth. I mean, he's such an incredibly endowed young man, with such a big, long, thick, and - MMMM! - oh-so-yummy-looking member! Just remembering the sweet taste of his cum that I got at the appointment... Mmmm! What would it be like to slather my tongue all over him and lick up more of that yummy cum, straight from the source? MMMM!

Not that I would. It's just, uh, a hypothetical scenario.

Suzanne could see that Susan was having a little daydream, so she let her be until she saw her friend's eyes return to focus. Then, as if reading Susan's mind, she said, "You know what really struck me when I was stroking Alan's big erection today? It's just soooo long and thick. I can't get over it. I think it's wider than my wrist. It's going to be a big challenge fitting that between my lips tonight, I'll tell you that much. It's funny seeing my ivory hands next to his meaty pole; it makes my hands look so small."

Suzanne was trying to break Susan's sexual resistance by carrying on like this with as much sexual explicitness as she thought she could get away with. She continued, "It's funny; it's actually bigger than it looks. Just this afternoon, when I had two closed fists wrapped around it and I was double-pumping him like mad, sliding up and down, up and down, over and over on his slippery shaft, I got to wondering how your hands would look on it compared to mine."

She stared pointedly at Susan's hands. "For instance, would you be able to reach all the way around it, like I'm just barely able to do? But I remembered that your hands are exactly the same size as mine, because aren't we the same size in everything? So your hands would fit around his stiff, hot, throbbing boner just perfectly."

Susan leaned forward, listening with bated breath.

It took them a while to actually get down to playing cards. Suzanne continued talking in the same vein for the entire card game.

Actually, very little card playing took place, since both of them were much more interested in talking about sexual things. Susan remained in a constant state of arousal, and Suzanne actually kept herself pretty horny too.

Suzanne hadn't even finished giving a detailed blow-by-blow description of her most recent handjob when Susan stood up, flushed and trembling, and announced that she was very tired and needed to go to bed right away, even though it was still quite early.

Susan immediately rushed off to her room, where she decided that another "breast exam" was in order. She was so worked up that she was taking her blouse and bra off even as she hurried down the upstairs hallway. As soon as she closed her door, she fell back against it and started mauling her bare boobs.

Oh God! Oh God! Hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! All she could think about was how she'd covertly watched Suzanne stroking Alan's erection earlier in the day. Only now, she imagined that she was the one doing the stroking.

Tiger! Oh, Tiger! So big! So hot! Do you like it when Mommy strokes your big cock? Mmmm! Yes! Mmmm! That's it, grab my boobs! Play with Mommy's big boobies! Does that make you nice and stiff? Does it make you want to cum? Cum all over my chest, just like you came all over Suzanne's! MMMM! Oh, YES!

She slumped against the door, even as she kept fondling herself and fantasizing. Although she never touched her pussy or clitoris, she had an intense climax nevertheless.

However, once her climax was over, she felt terribly guilty. She put her clothes back on and prayed for a long time. Then she read the Bible, hoping that would banish the sinful thoughts from her head.

— — —

As it so happened, Suzanne got called back to take care of things at her own home shortly after Susan rushed off to her bedroom, so she didn't get a chance to give Alan a blowjob that evening. But she was confident that it would happen soon enough.

When Suzanne told him she had to leave and thus couldn't help out, he naturally felt disappointed, but he understood. After Suzanne left, he went to his room and masturbated to relieve the pressure that had built up from his expectation of more fun with his 'aunt' that evening. He managed to have two more climaxes in fairly quick succession while reviewing that afternoon's scene in the living room, hardly believing that his mother Susan had brought herself to climax only feet away from him while she was hiding behind the sofa.

He cleaned up afterwards and decided to go to his friend Sean's house to hang out and play video games for the rest of the evening.

— — —

Susan wasn't big on using computers, and didn't have one of her own. It was only in recent months that she'd finally let Suzanne teach her enough so she could conduct simple Internet searches using the family computer in the den. But when she found out that Alan would be gone for several hours, and Katherine was also out with friends, she snuck into his room and turned on his computer. She had a lot of sex-related questions, and while she trusted Suzanne implicitly, she wanted to find out what she could learn on the Internet on her own.

She looked up simple terms like "blowjob," "handjob," "titfuck," "PC muscle," "frenulum," and the like. Most of the results were pornographic pictures. Interestingly, she didn't find them even slightly arousing; if Alan wasn't involved, it just didn't interest her.

However, she kept wading through the results, and eventually she found some helpful "how to" pages. She found those extremely interesting, and read them closely.

On some level, she was no longer thinking about whether she'd jack Alan off, and more; she was already moving mentally to the when and the how.

— — —

When Alan returned home from Sean's later that night, he had no idea that Katherine had been waiting impatiently in her room, where she had planned a little display for him to witness. As he passed her door, he saw that it was slightly open. He could hear her moving around in her room while her radio played some soft music. He decided to wish her a good night before he went to bed, but as he reached out to knock on her door, he caught a glimpse of her through the opening.

She was wearing a short, sheer, lavender nightgown. The top was cut very low, hugging the contours of her breasts. It clung to her body from her breasts down to just above her knees, with slits up each side to about mid-hip.

While the outfit itself was arousing, it was what she was doing that really made him stop short. She was moving around the room to the music gracefully as though she were dancing with an unseen partner. As she twirled and bent this way and that, Alan caught tantalizing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, and even of her bush a few times.

He had known that his sister was athletic and coordinated; otherwise she couldn't have performed her cheerleading routines. But he had never realized how graceful and sexy she could be in private. He became very aroused.

Feeling awkward about spying on her like that, and uncomfortable about being so aroused by it, he headed to his own room without making a noise. Little did he know that she had seen him watching from the door; she was very pleased by the look she had seen on his face.

Back in his room, Alan lay on his bed and jerked off while trying to keep his thoughts away from his sexy sister and what he had just seen..

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62 No! Please don't tell me! Its too Scandalous!

Friday at school, Alan was impatient and distracted, as was par for the course lately. All he could think about was the prospect of Suzanne giving him another handjob later that afternoon. He didn't realize that she was planning something new, even though she'd dropped some not-very-subtle hints about it.

Suzanne and Susan continued their ritual of talking about their dreams and recent sexual experiences while doing their morning workouts. Susan had handjobs and blowjobs on her mind to such a degree that it seemed like she could think of nothing else. Not surprisingly, that had been the main subject of her most recent dreams, which she detailed to Suzanne in more openly sexual terms than ever before.

Suzanne responded by describing some dreams of her own in even more graphic language. They weren't actually dreams she'd had the night before, and some of it was just plain made up, but her main goal was conditioning Susan's mind, not veracity.

She said things like, "Last night, I dreamed I wore this sexy dress to a formal party. And I don't just mean a little bit sexy! It was very fancy and expensive, made out of pure silk. But it covered all the wrong parts! It went all the way down to my ankles, but on the backside it was bare down to the middle of my ass!"

Susan sucked in her breath. "The MIDDLE of your ass?! You mean so your, your... ass crack was showing?"

"Yes! A good half of it."

"But that's so scandalous!"

"I know. But it almost was a moot point, because the entire thing was practically transparent! You know those cellophane bags you put the kids' lunches in sometimes?"

Susan was on the edge of her seat. "Yeah?"

"It was practically as revealing and see-through as THAT!"

"NO!"

"It's true! And of course I couldn't wear panties or a bra, so everyone at the party could see my nipples, my pussy, my dark bush - everything!"

Susan gasped. She was on an exercise machine, but all thoughts of exercising were forgotten for the moment.

Suzanne went on, "It just made me SO horny; you know what I mean? I was so wet and aroused that I could hardly breathe. And to make matters worse, Sweetie was standing RIGHT THERE, next to me, the entire time! And I do mean right there. In fact, he kept running his hands all over me. At first he reached into the dress and played with my boobs. But he wasn't content with that and pulled the shoulder straps off my shoulders!"

"No!" Susan gasped.

"Yes! Then his hands wandered down inside my dress to my pussy! In back, he didn't even need to slide his talented hands under my dress, because my ass was already half-exposed!"

"Oh God!" Susan panted, with her eyes wide.

"As we stood there in the middle of this crowded party, he fondled my pussy, tits, and ass like I was some kind of piece of meat!"

"Oh my God! That sounds so HOT! Er, I mean, horrible! So horrible!"

Suzanne smirked a little at Susan's verbal slip. She pretended not to hear the correction. "Yes, it was very hot! In fact, I was so heated up that I couldn't take it anymore! I dropped to my knees, unzipped his fly, and started madly bobbing on his big fat erection!"

Susan was so aroused by that image that she practically came on the spot. "Oh God, Suzanne! Oh God!" Forgetting propriety, she roughly fondled her big tits through her spandex top. "Right there, in the middle of the party? With all those people around?!"

"Yes! I didn't care! I just had to have his cock! In my mouth AND in my hands! I stroked him and sucked him at the same time. I could hear the buzz of disgusted and outraged voices all around me, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was coaxing out a load of Tiger's sweet cum with my lips, and tongue, and hands!" Knowing Susan was picturing herself in the dream, Suzanne even said "Tiger" instead of "Sweetie" to help her out.

Susan was panting like an obscene phone caller while kneading her own tits through her top with abandon.

Suzanne went on, "But it was so HARD! And I don't just mean stiff and thick and wonderfully delicious; I mean it was really difficult to get him to cum! I had to suck and lick and work at it for many long minutes while all these strangers crowded around and stared at me, with my see-through dress sliding down my legs. Just so much licking and sucking, and sucking and licking on that tasty, fat cock!"

Susan groaned lustily and repeatedly licked her lips.

"I could hear them talking about me like I was some kind of shameless slut! But it was so worth it! I knew Tiger loved how I was helping him out. I could tell how excited he was by the way he grabbed my tits and roughly pulled on my nipples!"

Susan immediately started pulling on her own nipples too, at least as well as she could manage through the tight spandex. She asked, "While you were still blowing him?"

"Yes! More and more inches of his thick cock slid deep down my throat, but I took it all!"

Susan squealed rapturously as she spiraled up towards orgasm, "Oh God! Oh God! Please! No! Too hot!"

She looked down and realized that she was blatantly fondling her own breasts. She quickly pulled her hands away and then stared at Suzanne in horror. But, to her great relief, Suzanne was looking away as if lost in fond memory, so apparently she hadn't noticed Susan's impassioned tit groping.

Susan took a few deep breaths, trying hard to control her raging lust. She couldn't help but ask, "Suzanne, why is it that you almost never seemed to mention blowjobs in all the years we've been best friends, but lately it seems to come up in every conversation?"

"Good question. Obviously, before, I didn't want to offend your Midwest sensibilities. Now that we can speak frankly and freely about such things, it's like I'm making up for lost time. And let me tell you... sucking on a great big... penis... like Sweetie's... why, there's nothing on Earth that compares to it! It's practically the greatest joy you can have!"

Susan was wide-eyed. She'd never really cooled down, but now her body was heating up even more. "Really?!"

"Really!"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because it's such a powerful, direct love connection! Think about it. You know how much I love my Sweetie as his auntie. But a lot of the things I do for him are kind of thankless; I often don't get much feedback. However, when I have his cock in my mouth, I can FEEL his love, and his pleasure! I can feel him tremble from the way my lips and tongue slide all over his hot flesh - feel him throbbing with life! I can feel his love in my hand as I slide and stroke up and down his thick, powerful shaft at the same time. Each time he squirts out a little cum or pre-cum, it's like he's squirting out liquid love, and I get to drink it all up! And when I suck and suck until I hear him grunt and groan in exquisite pleasure, it sends shivers down my spine, every time! Goose bumps, guaranteed!"

Susan breathlessly hung onto every word. Without thinking, she'd resumed fondling her big tits.

"Can you just imagine it, finding yourself naked and kneeling, sucking on his fat cock, like a truly good, loving mommy? Doing a good deed, helping him with his medical problem while being constantly rewarded by his thick shaft in your mouth, while it shows his love and desire for you? And then, when you think it can't possibly get any better, it does! He cums! And he cums and he cums and he cums! So much liquid love, filling your mouth! Or, even better, all that spermy love splattering on your face or tits. Or both! I tell you, it just doesn't get any better than that!"

Susan gasped, "Oh my goodness!" That sounds SO HOT! So great! I wish that was me! I wish I could have my Tiger's cock in my mouth, right now!

Knowing she was on a roll, Suzanne went on, "Speaking of which, that reminds me of another dream I had last night. In that one, you and I were sucking his cock together!"

Susan gasped even louder. "NO!"

"Yes!"

Susan didn't consciously realize it, but she was pulling on her nipples through her clothes. She was so horny that she thought she might pass out. "No! Please don't tell me! It sounds too sexy! Too scandalous!"

"But I have to tell you! You see, it started when you and I were swimming in your pool one morning. We were both wearing scandalously sexy bikinis, when..." The wily redhead proceeded to tell the rest of a burning hot story, embellishing it in vivid detail. And although she'd started out by saying that they shared Alan's cock, she focused almost entirely on Susan's blowing her son.

Suzanne didn't stop there. She had many more "dreams" to share..

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63 Susan-Dream-BDSM-Blowjob

The problem was, Susan wasn't detailing her own dreams, as she only wanted to listen to Suzanne's.

After a while, Suzanne prodded her quite insistently about sharing, but Susan resisted. "Come on," Suzanne complained, not for the first time. "I've shared so much. We're best friends. It's only fair if you share some too."

"I know," Susan sighed heavily. "It's just that ... my dreams have been far too weird lately. Too ... improper. Downright scandalous, actually. For instance, this one dream I had last night... It was almost a nightmare, if it wasn't so... No! No, I can't!"

"Awww, Susan, you're killing me. You can't give a teaser like that and clam up!"

"I know. I'm sorry! But I just... can't! You'll think I'm weird. It's not just lusting after my own son, as if that isn't bad enough. I have all kinds of weird feelings that make me... Argh! I can't say!"

Suzanne looked at her gravely. "Uh-oh. This sounds serious. You have to tell me now. If for nothing else, for your own health. But since you're shy, I have an idea. Come with me." She held out her hand and pulled Susan to her feet.

Susan followed meekly. "Where are we going?"

"Just trust me. Have I ever led you astray?"

"No. Of course not."

Suzanne walked Susan up the two flights of stairs to Susan's bedroom. She explained that she needed Susan to take off all her clothes, lie under the covers in her bed, close her eyes, and relax. Once she was in the proper mood, then she should describe her "scandalous, almost nightmare" dream from the night before.

Susan wasn't happy. "I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"It's just..." She was too embarrassed to say, but she feared that if she started thinking about her dreams in that condition, she'd find herself masturbating before too long. In fact, she was almost sure of it, because thinking about her dreams lately made her so extremely horny.

Suzanne had already guessed that, which is exactly why she wanted Susan to talk under those circumstances. But she couldn't admit it, so instead she lied. "Look. This is a tried-and-true therapeutic technique. You've heard about Freud and how he had his patients lie on couches and such, right? It's like that, only more intense. We're getting as close as we can to putting you back in your dream state. As for why you have to get naked, well, it's a well-known fact that nudity induces honesty. Who can tell a lie when they're completely naked? Don't worry about me. I'm going to lie on the floor right next to the bed, like an analyst listening to a patient."

"What?" Susan was genuinely puzzled. "Lie on the floor? Why on Earth would you do that?"

"So it'll be like I'm not even there. You can't see me, and I can't see you. That way, we can't possibly make eye contact, so you won't be tempted to open your eyes. It's like my voice will just be floating in the air."

Susan sighed. "Very well. But let me get you a pillow or two for your head at least."

A few minutes later Susan was lying nude under her sheets. Her eyes were closed and she was able to get quite relaxed, even with Suzanne lying on the floor nearby (while still wearing her workout clothes). No doubt Susan's comfort level was a sign of how much she loved and trusted Suzanne, and felt safe with her in almost any situation. In fact, Susan got so relaxed that she became downright sleepy.

Suzanne talked to her in soothing tones until she sensed that everything was ready. Then she changed the topic and said, "Okay, it's time you tell me about the dream you had last night that particularly disturbed you. How did it start?"

Susan sighed. Thinking about the dream as a whole made her anxious, but she could describe the start easily enough. "Things started relatively normally. I was at home, cleaning. That's normal, right? The only unusual thing was that I was dressed like a French maid. Suzanne, ever since you made me wear one of those outfits, they've been haunting my dreams! I dream I'm wearing one of those cute little black-and-white outfits, except that I have no undies! Talk about improper, right there! And it's not just in one dream either. In this dream, my outfit was particularly outrageous. It had a risqué cut, like it was designed for some kind of professional stripper or something. I didn't want to wear it, really!"

Seeing that Susan was getting agitated, Suzanne spoke calmly. "Relax. It's okay. Nobody's judging you. You're not to blame for what happens in your dreams. Let it all out. Go with the flow."

"Well, I was cleaning the house in this sexy outfit, like I said. I think I might have been in the kitchen, tidying up. And then Tiger came in. He walked up behind me - without even a hello, mind you - and then ran his hand up my bare ass! And when I mean 'up,' I do mean up! He flipped that little skirt back there all the way up and brazenly ran his hands all over my ass cheeks! He even explored deep into my, well... my rear end, if you must know! That cheeky little... Oh, Suzanne! It was terrible!"

"Susan, let's not cast judgment. Just describe exactly what happened in your dream, as best you can remember."

"Oh, dear. I'm afraid to go on. You see, as he was doing that, he kissed me on my neck and said, 'Hi, Mom. What's cooking?' You know, the kind of thing he'd normally ask me if it's almost dinnertime. Except he was running his hands all over my bare bottom like, well..., like he owned me! And that's not the worst! In fact, that's nothing compared to what he did to me later. Before I even had a chance to reply, he roughly turned me around, pulled my top down so my breasts sprang free, and groped them with his other hand! While he was still fondling my ass, mind you! It made me feel like a piece of meat!"

Suzanne said, "Is that all? Susan, really; that's nothing. Why, in real life I'm sure that kind of thing will be happening to you all the time before long. Tiger's going to need a lot of help from you so his cock can stay big and stiff."

"Suzanne!" Susan protested. "Don't use that word." She was particularly aghast at Suzanne's use of the word "cock."

"Well, that's what it's called. It is a great big cock. And it has needs, big needs. Frankly, I can't be there all the time to help out, or even much of the time. You need to help and encourage him to stay stiff in every way you can so that he can keep up his six-times-a-day quota for cumming after prolonged sexual arousal. Luckily, you have the body of a well-endowed centerfold. It's only natural that he'll be fondling your tits and ass quite a lot. So I don't see why you're so scandalized about that."

Susan's voice turned shy, even as her arousal grew while she contemplated what Suzanne was saying. "Well... Okay... It's not so much that, as what happened next. Far from spanking him, like a prim and proper Christian mother should, I just smiled and let him wantonly grope me. Then I looked him in the eyes and asked him, 'What would you like, Master?' Remember, he'd asked me what was cooking. And that's how I replied! I called him 'Master!'"

"Hmmm," Suzanne muttered while lying there on the floor. She acted like she was seriously considering that "disturbing" development. In fact she was delighted, although she pretended to be dispassionate. "So, you're upset that you called him 'Master?'"

"Yes! Of course!"

"You're thinking that ... if he's the master, that makes you the slave, right? You would essentially be enslaved to your own son. He would be free to do what he wants to with you and your sexy body. Anything he wants. Anything at all!" Suzanne was trying to sound neutral, but she couldn't avoid the excitement that was creeping into her voice.

"Suzanne, we can't talk about that kind of thing! It's just too outrageous!"

"Sure we can. It's just a dream. It's not like it's real life. He could turn you into his sex toy. Nay, even his sex slave! You would be forced to submit and serve, serve his big cock! Is that what's bothering you?"

Susan was suddenly burning up. It was as if her bed and even the sheets on top of her were made of fire. She writhed and wiggled uncontrollably as Suzanne kept on talking. She hated that she was naked under the covers, because that just doubled her arousal, and then doubled it again. She brought a hand down to her pussy as if it really was on fire and covering it could put out the flames. But somehow she wound up masturbating instead. Her other hand drifted to one of her huge boobs, which she fondled as well.

She was so carried away that she almost forgot to reply. But after a long pause, she nearly screamed, "Yes! Of course!"

Suzanne continued in a clinical fashion. "So, you get agitated thinking about Alan being your master. Because if he were your master, forget about his daily treatments. That wouldn't even matter. He could just walk up to you, whip out his powerful cock, and expect you to drop to your knees and suck it! And you would suck it, because that's what sex slave mommies do! You'd probably take your top off first though, if you were wearing any top at all, because a sex slave mommy is probably naked most of the time. And then you'd just smile up at your master, stick out your tongue, and lick!"

"Gaawwwd! Mmmm! Yes!" Susan was practically swimming in place on her bed.

Suzanne still pretended not to notice the obvious signs that Susan was masturbating wildly just feet above her. "'Yes,' what?"

"Yes to everything! And it's like you know my dream, it's like you're psychic, because that's almost exactly what happened!"

"What did happen? Tell me!" Suzanne was getting worked up too, despite her best efforts to sound dispassionate.

"I can't! These thoughts... about masters and slaves... They're beyond the pale!"

"Pshaw! Spill it!" Seeing that she needed to be more persuasive than that, Suzanne added, "Remember, this was just a dream. It has NOTHING to do with reality. So just relax and let it all flow out."

Susan's fingers continued to pump in and out of her slit. She thought she was being secretive about it, but her panting gave her away. "Well, okay. There I was, standing by the sink with Tiger's hands all over me, like some kind of horny octopus!"

Suzanne interrupted. "Were you wearing high heels?"

Susan grumbled. "Probably. In fact, now that I think about it, yes. And I blame you! Lately, you have me wearing high heels all the time, and you're constantly talking about how sexy they are, and how much Tiger will love them. Why is that?"

Suzanne smirked. She loved how her suggestions were taking root. "Let's not get sidetracked. So... Then?"

"Then, the next thing I know... I don't know how it happened, but maybe he gently but firmly pushed my head down from the top. Anyway, before I could really breathe, even, I found myself face to face with his cock! His stiff, long, magnificent cock! Oops. I meant to say 'penis.'"

"No you don't," Suzanne said firmly. "Most men have penises, but Alan has a cock. That's just a fact. Continue."

In her current horny state of mind, Susan couldn't dispute that. "Oh dear. This is so embarrassing. He didn't say anything to me at all! The question of what was for dinner was long forgotten. Obviously, I was expected to hold it, stroke it ... lick it even! Like it was no big deal! Like it was an everyday thing!"

Suzanne said, "Because he's your master. And a slave must obey her master! Always! Every day, all the time!"

"Yes! Oh God! Help me, Jesus!"

"So what did you do?"

"Help me! Dear Lord, please help me! I must admit... I... I... I held it! It was so warm and wonderful in my hands. Like it was radiating love! But also... power! I felt so helpless, kneeling there with my strong son towering over me, my pale breasts exposed... Wearing that humiliating but oh-so-sexy French maid outfit... Oh, Suzanne! It was terrible!"

"Terrible? How?"

"It's just that... I loved it! God forgive me please, but I loved it! I not only held it, but I stroked it!"

"His cock." Suzanne wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes! His cock! I stroked it. Wantonly! And I kissed it! Yes, I'll admit it: I kissed it! And then, before long... Oh, Jesus! This is so embarrassing. I'm such a sinner! The kissing led to, well... licking. Lots of licking! God yes! Mmmm! So much licking! It was like his cock NEEDED to be licked; you know what I mean?"

"I do!" Suzanne was delighted. It seemed that her indoctrination themes were taking root to such a degree that she didn't need to prod much. "I know exactly what you mean, because a strong, masterly cock like Alan's does need to be licked a lot! That's what I keep telling you. Especially with this whole six-times-a-day treatment. Before long, you and I, we're gonna be nude and on our knees licking and sucking his cock every day, ALL THE TIME!"

Susan squealed, "Oh God! Oh God! Breathe! Gotta breathe!" She paused for a bit because she was panting and gasping so much. But while her mouth took a breather, her fingers did not. She couldn't stop masturbating even if she'd tried, because she was just too horny. It was almost as if she were in a dream state where her fantasies about her well-hung son seemed incredibly real, and yet she was awake enough to masturbate vigorously while carrying on a conversation with Suzanne.

Suzanne gave Susan a chance to recover somewhat, because when she was worked up this much, it was overkill to get her worked up even more.

Suzanne was also very tempted to rise up enough to peek over the edge of the bed, but she restrained herself. When she detected Susan's breathing had slowed to merely heavy panting, she said, "Tell me more. So there you were, with your son's great, big, steel-hard cock in your hands. Kissing it. Licking it. Loving it! What happened next?"

"Oh, Suzanne! It was terrible! I forgot all about the love of our Lord, and Judgment Day, and the terrible sin of incest. My mind was addled with debauched thoughts, sexual thoughts! All I could think about was this, this... cock! My son's perfect cock, pulsing with life in my stroking hands! Even worse, somehow, Tiger lost all of his clothes! I don't even remember him taking them off, but dreams are weird like that, I guess."

"So is that all you did? Just kiss it? I'm disappointed in you."

"No." Susan sighed heavily. "Kissing it wasn't enough. Somehow, and I don't even know how, I dreamed that I... I... I managed to fit all of the bulbous end part in my mouth!"

"The cockhead," Suzanne clarified.

"Yes. I mean, I've never done that with Ron, but... somehow in the dream, it was like it was really happening to me! My jaw had to stretch so wide open, it almost was too much to take! But there I was, like some kind of shameless..."

"Slave!" Suzanne helpfully suggested. "A sex slave for your son! A big-titted mommy who sucks her son's cock at the drop of a hat!"

"Yes. Yes! YES! Mmmm! So... wrong! So... yummy!" Susan was tempted to cram four fingers into her mouth to better simulate giving a blowjob. The problem was, she only had two hands, and she couldn't stop fondling her pussy and boobs. In fact, she lamented that she didn't have three hands, if not more, because she needed to fondle both of her great big globes at once, and of course she couldn't stop fondling her pussy to do that. She kept having to switch from one breast to the other under the sheets, because both of her breasts were like hungry babies crying for attention.

Suzanne prodded, "So what happened then?"

"Mmmm! I... I... kept on sucking! Serving... serving my son! Serving his... his cock! With... my mouth! Mmmm! MMMM! So good! YES! ... Mmmm... Till... until... until he, he came!"

Suzanne took mercy on Susan, so she stopped prodding her to say more. It was obvious that Susan was spiraling up to a climax, so Suzanne let her. In fact, Suzanne hadn't planned on touching herself, since she still wore her workout clothes, but this "dream analysis" had gotten her so worked up that she reached under her own clothes to play with her clit.

To her pleasant surprise, she came at almost the exact same moment that Susan did. But her climax was quiet while Susan's was very noisy.

Suzanne was quick to pull her hand from her privates once the deed was done, just in case Susan peered over the edge of the bed at her. She couldn't help but smirk and smile as she pretended to be completely unaware that Susan had just cried out loudly in ecstasy. "So... Susan, I heard you wailing in anguish there. You mustn't get yourself so worked up and upset about this. In fact, I consider a dream like that a good thing."

"A good thing?!" Susan was still panting in recovery. She'd been thinking how she was going to have to explain her obvious orgasm, and was beyond grateful that Suzanne hadn't appeared to recognize what had occurred.

"Yes, a good thing. A very good thing."

"But what about this disturbing submissive attitude I had in the dream? I mean, I even had my hands behind my back like my wrists were bound together, only they weren't! It was just my attitude keeping them that way! My sinful, slavish attitude!"

Suzanne said firmly, "That's fine. Healthy and productive, even. Think about it. Sweetie needs to cum six times a day, at least. And he needs help - a lot of help. From you. From me. From other sexy women, no doubt. The extent of his need is practically boundless, so we can't act all high and mighty about helping his mighty tool. Are you going to take some kind of holier-than-thou attitude, like you're too good to do a sexy striptease for him, or to drop to your knees and stroke his fat cock when he desperately needs your help?"

"Well, no. Not if he's truly desperate, I guess. But Suzanne..."

"No buts! Remember, you have to help with his abnormality checks at the very least. Come Tuesday, you WILL be on your knees with his hot, stiff cock pulsing in your hands!"

Susan clutched at the sheets with a start. "Oh God! God Almighty, I will!" She didn't stop to consider why she'd have to be on her knees to help him, but it was an arousing image for her all the same.

Suzanne pressed, "So what kind of attitude should you take? 'I'm too good to do this, but I'll suffer though it?' Or, 'I'm going to serve my son's perfect cock in any way I can? I'm going to submit to it, and love it and stroke it and lick it to the very best of my ability, so he can have a nice, long buildup and an explosive climax, just like Nurse Akami says he needs to have each and every time?'"

"Well, yes, the latter, I suppose. But... really. I mean... This is all so untoward..."

"Susan! Listen to me. This so-called 'almost nightmare' dream of yours is actually really good news. It shows you're developing a helpful, positive attitude. Did you have any other dreams like that last night?"

Susan sighed. "As a matter of fact, I did. But... they're kind of boring. I mean, they're all kind of like that. Somehow, I always end up stroking or sucking my Tiger's great big cock. There's not much plot, just lots of stroking and sucking. The problem is, you and I have been talking about that kind of thing far too much. I can't get it off my mind. I... I even had another dream with the French maid outfit."

"Okay, tell me about that. And then your other dreams. Let it all out."

"What, like this?" Susan looked down at herself. She was afraid to remain naked under the covers, because she feared that she'd just end up masturbating and cumming again. Although she considered it very fortunate that Suzanne hadn't caught her cumming so loudly, she didn't want to push her luck.

"Of course like that," Suzanne replied, as if any other way was crazy. "Before, you weren't willing to say anything about your dream, yet this way you opened up and told me all about it. You see? These therapeutic techniques really do work."

Susan sighed. She pinned her hands behind her head so they wouldn't wander, but she suspected that they wouldn't stay there for long. "Very well. In this other dream, I was wearing pretty much the same French maid outfit, except this one was even MORE outrageous! I mean, even when I was standing straight, it didn't cover even half my ass! And in front, well, I had to kind of bend over if I didn't want Tiger to see my you-know-what, but that left my breasts hanging out! And I was bending over like that when he walked into the room. And he was naked!"

Needless to say, before Susan was even halfway through describing that dream, she was masturbating again. Suzanne guided the pacing of the discussion so that Susan came just as she finished telling her story.

Susan and Suzanne kept on sharing their dreams like that until they ran out of dreams and both women were completely satiated sexually. When they were done there was a large wet spot in the middle of Susan's bed.

Suzanne's main goal was to get Susan all worked up, and she'd obviously been very successful at that, but a byproduct was that she'd inevitably worked herself up nearly as much. Susan's enthusiasm was infectious and Suzanne got swept up in the passion. As a consequence, both of them had a number of not-so-covert climaxes during this storytelling time..

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64 Alan's First Blowjob Pt 1

In part due to all this hype, Suzanne grew extremely impatient and excited at the prospect of again being with the real Alan. In fact, she was so eager that she decided she couldn't wait for him to finish his afternoon nap. She lingered at the Plummer house most of the day, waiting for him to return home. As soon as she heard the sounds of him entering the house from the garage and heading up to his room, she lit off after him.

He'd barely closed the door and put down his backpack when she came bursting into his room.

"All right, Sweetie, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I'm here to show you a good time. Are you ready for something new?" She was wearing a fancy female business suit, the better to sexily strip her clothes off in short order.

"Uh... yeah!" This sure beats the homework I was planning to start! "What's uh... What gives?"

"Your mother and I have been discussing this some more, and she's agreed that I can give you blowjobs as well as handjobs. After all, a mouth will be easier on your penis than a rough pair of hands." She joked, "You know, we can't let that chafing get the upper hand."

Trying to play it cool, he joked back, "I don't know; I think we can risk some more chafing."

"Don't play coy with me, buster. Sit on the bed and take off your shorts right now or the train is gonna leave the station without you!"

He knew when to do what he was told. He plopped himself down on the bed and nervously fumbled at his shorts.

"Actually, I take that back. Let me do that for you." She unzipped his shorts.

His hard-on sprang out through the hole where the zipper had just opened. He groaned.

"Ah, what do we have here, peeking out?" She knelt down between his legs. "What's its name? Does it want to come out to play?"

She pulled his shorts off completely, then cradled his hardness in her hands.

He thought, Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy? Blowjob?! I'm gonna need that PC muscle trick, that's for sure! His heart pounded at what seemed like a thousand beats per minute.

She said, "Oh wait! I almost forgot - you need visual stimulation. I'm under doctor's orders to provide it." Without getting off her knees, she proceeded to take her clothes off, but in the most prolonged and seductive way she could think of. She pulled her blouse up so that it bunched up under her arms, causing her mammoth tits to hang out below.

She looked up at him and noticed that he was just beginning to stroke his dick. "Tut-tut," she chastised him as she wagged a finger. "Hold your horses until I'm naked and then I'll take care of that for you. Do you want to permanently damage your penis? I can just see your epitaph: Alan Evan Plummer, the first teenager to be chafed to death."

He laughed, but with great nervousness and anticipation. He didn't feel nearly as cool as he was pretending to be around her.

She pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist.

Because she was unencumbered by any panties or bra, he could see her pussy quite clearly from just feet away. In fact, it was the first time he'd had a clear view of her entire pelvic region.

She whispered to him in a husky voice, "My tits are just aching to get out of these heavy clothes. And my pussy. It makes me so hot when I show them to you. I just want to get all naked for you! Do you mind if I show you my naked body?"

She closed her eyes and turned her head so he wouldn't feel shy about giving her a full inspection.

Standing up, she ever-so-slowly took her clothes all the way off, until finally she was left wearing nothing more than her high heels. She knew how sexy high-heeled shoes could make the muscles of the legs appear, and she resolved to keep them on whenever possible when he was around.

Suzanne had been very close to completely naked around him a number of times in recent days, even fully nude but coyly concealing her bush just the day before, but this was the first time he'd seen her entirely exposed without any clothes at all (not counting those high heels). The sight took his breath away for so long that he had to remember to breathe. It was a fantasy come true for him.

He gazed at her with adoration and awe, as if she were a true superhuman goddess walking the Earth.

She luxuriated in his attention, preening, posing, and plain-out flaunting her body. She could really ham it up sometimes. She said to him, "Let me give you some sexual instruction while we're at it. As the man, your goal is to make your woman wet."

She reached into her slit and worked her fingers deep inside for what seemed like several minutes. Finally, she pulled out a long sticky string of her own juices. "Look, Sweetie. You've already got me worked up. That was easy, wasn't it? So now let's work on you." She knelt down again and grabbed his very erect penis with both hands.

He laughed out loud, since that was so ridiculously easy that he hadn't had to do anything.

"We need to protect your delicate penis," she suggested. "I don't want your rough, manly hands all over it. It needs a soft, feminine touch. Whenever you feel stiff, you just come running to me, okay Sweetie? I'll give your cock a good lick! When you need to cum, I want to see that cum end up on my skin. Is that clear?"

The aroma of her vaginal juices had reached his nose, causing his dick to become even stiffer than before. He was beyond coherence, and just nodded.

"Have I told you about the story of Onan and the importance of not letting your seed spill on the ground?"

He shook his head 'No.' That was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment, since he was eager to experience her cocksucking skills.

Luckily, she too was impatient. "Well, that'll have to wait for another time. I'm too worked up." She began kneading his erection with her delicate fingers. "In fact, I'm actually sweating already. Do you like my sweaty smell? That's how I smell after a good fuck. Sweat is sexy."

She tried to keep her cool, and keep him from blowing his load too fast. But she was so excited that she was already losing control. She couldn't help but frantically rub his cock now that she'd cradled it in her hands.

Even though he'd already had two orgasms that day, he was in danger of blowing his load after only a minute or two, before she could even get it in her mouth.

"Enough of that," she said, taking her hands away.

She waited a few more minutes until they'd both calmed a bit. During that period she tried not to say or do anything sexy, enabling him to calm enough that he didn't blow his load right away, but the mere fact that she was buck naked except for high heels kept him rock hard and close to the edge. Besides, she had long since made herself into such a naturally sexy person, with her every movement seemingly designed to tease and arouse, that she was pretty much incapable of turning off her sex appeal.

Finally, she couldn't wait any more, and said, "I think it's time. I want to show you something even better than jacking off. This is a blowjob."

She placed her mouth delicately at the tip of his cock. At first she didn't even lick it; she just held it there.

Alan tightened up and held on. He knew he was liable to shoot his seed at any moment, despite the earlier calming pause, but he struggled hard because he didn't want to disappoint her. He worked his new PC-muscle-clenching skills with all his might. Luckily, since she was holding the tip of his penis up against her slightly-opened mouth, he slowly calmed down and got somewhat used to her lips on the head of his cock.

Then her tongue came out to join in the fun. She began licking the tip, going around and around. Slowly, steadily, she began encompassing more and more of it. Finally, she took it all the way into her mouth.

She had long been an expert cocksucker from her many previous experiences with men. She was also very excited, and her enthusiasm made her cocksucking that much better. She tried to take it slow and easy, but she was so into it that it wasn't long before she began to go deep. She bobbed her head repeatedly on his cock, taking him to her tonsils and then pulling way back until he was almost all the way out of her mouth.

Alan grasped at the bedsheets until he thought he might rip them apart. He couldn't hold out for long in the face of this new, overwhelming experience. "I'm going to cum!" he shouted, just before he started spurting.

She took it all in, swallowing every last drop. Then she fell to the floor, while he collapsed onto his bed..

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65 Alan's First Blowjob Pt 2

Minutes later, after Suzanne had picked herself up and composed herself somewhat, she sat beside him on the bed and said, "Thanks for the warning. That tells me right away that you're considerate - the mark of a good lover. But remember that a lot of women, especially inexperienced ones your age, don't like to have you cum in their mouth. So it's always good to give warning. I happen to be an experienced cocksucker, so I can take it any way you want it. It also so happens that I love the taste of your cum, so you can fill my mouth anytime. Whenever you see me, feel free to unzip your shorts, pull out that monster between your legs, and shove it in my mouth."

"Really?! You're not just saying that? Holy cow! That's just too unbelievable to be true! Are you serious?!"

"Well, just about. Sweetie, your cum is incredibly sweet and delicious. I've blown a lot of guys, and some of their cum tasted downright awful. But you, you're in a different league altogether. I'm kicking myself for washing two big loads off my face the other day. I could easily live on this stuff! You should try some yourself."

"Ewww! Don't be gross!"

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," she said with a very happy grin on her face.

"What if I try it like this?" He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

He thought he was being daring and sexy, but she pushed him away. "Whoa, Betsy! What do you think you're doing?"

That really surprised him. What confidence he'd been gaining suddenly crumbled. "I'm confused. I thought that you liked me! You're getting me so aroused, how could I not kiss you?"

"I do like you! Very much. Too much. You're making me do crazy things. Remember what I told you before? We have to have boundaries or your mother will get upset. Remember that this is for your medical benefit. Don't start getting lovey-dovey on me. Remember Christine. Don't tell me you love me more than Christine, do you?"

Suzanne was playing up the setting-of-limits at least in part because she suspected that Susan might be outside the door listening. She felt bad about lying to him about some things, but she was sure that he would benefit greatly in the not-too-distant future from the approach she was taking.

"It's over with Christine," he said sadly. "At least we're still friends. But anyway, my feelings for you are different. You're my... Suzanne." He'd stopped himself at the last minute from saying Aunt Suzy. He figured that would sound too weird in the current circumstances. "You have a special place in my heart."

"And you do in mine, my cutie Sweetie." She lovingly ran a hand through his short, unruly hair. "You always know just what to say to please a lady. You're such a very special young man. But your feelings for me are different than they have been for Christine, aren't they? And your feelings for your mother are different again, right?"

"Right."

"Think of me as a really good friend now, who also just happens to jack you off and suck your cock a lot. Would you like it if I help you like that?"

Another question with an obvious answer. "Hell yeah!"

"Goody! I'm so happy that you'll have me as your special cocksucker! Would you like it if your mother was also a really good friend who just happens to have a habit of keeping your cock in her hands every day? And mouth, now that I think about it. Hell, probably a lot of both."

He feared that was a trick question. He also worried about admitting his incestuous urges.

She leaned forward and whispered, "The correct answer is 'Yes.'"

He finally nodded.

She was disappointed because Susan wouldn't know his answer if she was indeed listening. But she pressed on. "So would you like to have two naked, busty mothers constantly blowing you and fondling you?"

"Yeah. Hell yeah!"

She smiled, glad to get that from him out loud. "Okay. But you have to follow certain rules or things will get out of hand. After all, Susan is your mother and both of us are married. It just won't do if you're pounding our pussies full of that sweet cum of yours every night. So remember the golden rule: Look but don't touch, unless I say so. Do you think you can handle that? Do you like looking at me?"

He was still absorbing everything she'd said, especially the part about pounding pussies. It was as if he'd been hit by a truck; he was so bowled over that he missed her change of rules, from yesterday's about never touching her to today's about touching her only when she said it was okay.

She got up and stood right above him. She thrust her chest out and asked, "Is there anything you see that you like looking at?"

He was incredulous. Did she really just call herself my "special cocksucker"?! Holy fucking bloody hell! And now she's asking me if she's attractive?!

"Are you deranged? Every square inch of you is perfection! Jesus H. Christ! I know I'm never going to see a sexier woman in my whole entire life!"

"Awww, you're so sweet. But I'm getting all old and flabby." She put her hands behind her head and struck another sexy pose, fishing for even more compliments.

"Aunt Suzy, if you're old and flabby, then I'm... I don't know what I am. A monkey's uncle. You're so incredibly amazing, I can't even put it into words. An eighteen-year-old girl could only dream of having your body." He contemplated saying, "I love you," but held back.

She stepped forward and drew him into a hug, which placed his head between her naked breasts.

He was so astounded and excited that he missed the fact that this was a violation of her supposed 'no touching' rule.

She repositioned, releasing his head so they could look eye-to-eye. As she squeezed him in a hug, her nipples brushed against his chest. "You're not half bad yourself, Sweetie. All that tennis and swimming is paying off. You're really filling out lately. But don't be saying 'I love you' or think of me romantically while I'm helping you with your problem, okay? That's something you do with girls your own age. I'm just an old married woman who's helping you with your problem."

She thought to herself, I wish I could tell him the truth! I dream of him telling me, "I love you, Aunt Suzy." There's nothing I'd rather hear him say. But if my ultimate fantasy for this family is going to come true, I have to hold my horses for now. He needs to be emotionally open to lust and love from Susan and Angel too. And of course I can't forget that Susan is probably listening through the door. Drat!

She continued, "I must say, I'm very happy I can help with your problem. And if we have some fun in the process, then no harm done, right? If the doctor says I have to suck and stroke your cock many times a day, then that's just what I have to do, isn't it?"

He was really glad now that he'd resisted saying "I love you"; it was almost as if she'd read his mind and had seen he was on the verge of saying something like that. He decided yet again that it was always best to say as little as possible in these unfamiliar situations.

"You're the best!" he enthused, but her mention that she was married filled his head with the thought of adultery, and he felt very guilty even as he grew more turned on by those same thoughts.

She responded, "Am I really? How do you know if I'm such a good cocksucker after just one time? Maybe I need to show you again, to prove my point." His penis was already hard again.

She immediately knelt down in front of him and put his cock in her mouth.

He put his hands on her head, already forgetting about the "no touching" rule (though in this case it didn't really matter).

The second blowjob was much better than the first. The first time had ended after just a few minutes, but he had much greater stamina for the second go-around.

She sucked and sucked, repeatedly taking him in as far as her oral cavity would allow.

His brain reeled from pleasure and wonder as he watched his erection slide in and out. I can't believe anyone can fit that much cock inside a mouth. Damn!

As the blowjob went on and on, he started to wonder about her tongue. He'd always been under the impression that her tongue was longer than most. He recalled times when she'd stuck her tongue out in a playful or petulant mood, and he'd been struck by how far it stuck out. But even so, the things her tongue was doing to his erection seemed almost unreal and impossible. For instance, at times, she wrapped her tongue around his shaft and held onto it and even stroked it, just like a firm finger!

He couldn't imagine demonstrating that kind of reach with his own ordinary tongue. He was tempted to ask her to stick it out all the way just to see how long it really was, but that seemed like a rude thing to do. Instead, he just enjoyed all that her tongue and lips could do, putting the mystery of its length aside for later.

He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, which let him see when she moved her free hand down to where her pussy was. He assumed that she had started to finger herself while blowing him.

She pulled away from his dick for a moment, so that he could better see her fingers at work. She'd frigged herself in front of him before, but this time he could see what she was doing. He watched with intense interest as her fingers disappeared into her hole and then wiggled around. He saw her pull at her clit. He'd heard a lot about the clitoris, but was fascinated to see how a woman would do herself. He figured he could learn a lot from that.

After a few minutes, she stopped to catch her breath. As she rested, she asked, "So, do you like the sight of me naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth?"

His heart was racing from excitement. "Fuck yeah! I love it! I especially like to see your ass and your tits sway from so close up."

"Good, 'cos you're going to be seeing me in this position a LOT from now on. I LOVE to do this, if it's FOR YOU!" She resumed her happy slurping.

He thought, Why on Earth would the most perfect cheesecake centerfold on the whole friggin' planet be interested in me in the first place, much less want to help me out like this? It must just be her giving nature, trying to help me through my medical situation. What an unbelievably generous woman!

When they finally both came, at the same time, they did so loudly, now that there wasn't such a sense that their play had to be kept secret.

In fact, Suzanne wanted Susan to hear just how much fun they were having, to help convince Susan that she should blow her son as well. Suzanne certainly didn't have to fake her great pleasure, but she cried out unusually loudly so that Susan couldn't possibly miss her rapturous joy.

As he shot off into her mouth, she couldn't help but notice again that his cum was unusually tasty. It was sweet, without any of the bitterness normal to a man's cum. She'd noticed that previously, but this time she retained some of it in her mouth after his climax ended, allowing her to savor his flavor for a long time.

She was doubly pleased. Excellent! Not only is his taste an unexpected bonus for me, but it will make it a lot easier to turn Susan into a dedicated cocksucker. I'll bet she'll fall in love with that delicious taste before long!

He collapsed back onto the bed. "That was amazing! Fantastic. I'm such a lucky guy!"

"That you are," replied Suzanne, but as she said this she quickly strode to the door and opened it a crack, even though she was buck naked. She wanted to see if Susan had been listening.

Suzanne arrived just in time to see a body quickly moving into the bathroom across the hall, less than ten feet from Alan's door. There was someone who had been eavesdropping, but she realized to her great surprise, Hey, that's Angel, not Susan! Even better. So she's curious too.. Excellent!

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66 Banana - Blowjob Practice - Susan..!

Suzanne walked out of Alan's room with her clothes in her hands. Since she knew it was Katherine who had eavesdropped instead of Susan, she figured Susan had to be downstairs. She headed to Susan's bedroom and knocked on the door, just to be sure. When there was no answer, she let herself in.

She'd recently loaned Susan several different sexy bikinis. She chose one of the more revealing ones for herself and put it on. Then, leaving the clothes she'd come in behind, for the moment, she picked up the other bikinis and brought them downstairs with her.

She found Susan in the living room. It looked like Susan had tried to read a magazine at first, but she had been so anxious about what was happening upstairs that she'd put the magazine down and was pacing around the room.

Suzanne swept into the room with a serene smile on her face. "Hey, Susan, what's up?"

Susan stood in place, fidgeting her hands together, but it looked like she had to force herself not to rush up to Suzanne and grab her by the shoulders. "How... how did it go?!"

"Just fine. I'll be glad to tell you all about it. Except... I feel like going for a swim in the pool. So, if you join me out back, I'll be happy to tell you anything you want to know." She held out the selection of bikinis that she was holding.

Susan was so preoccupied with her thoughts about what had happened upstairs that she seemed to notice for the first time that Suzanne was wearing a skimpy bikini. Then her eyes went wide when she saw the other bikinis in Suzanne's hands and realized that she was supposed to wear one of them as well. "You don't expect me to put one of THOSE on, do you?!"

"Sure. Why not? Why do you think I lent these to you, if not to be worn?"

Susan frowned with worry. "You know how self-conscious I get in one of those. It leaves nothing to the imagination."

"Good! All the better for you to help inspire him. Sweetie is going to be taking a long nap, that's for sure. He just had two big orgasms, and men sleep like the dead after they cum. So this is a great time for you to practice sexing things up."

Susan stared in disbelief. "He came... twice?! Into your..."

Suzanne smiled and nodded. "Into my mouth. Yes. Here, pick one of these and I'll tell you all about it as soon as we're in the pool."

It took some more cajoling, but Suzanne managed to get Susan into a bikini. Susan's desire to hear Suzanne's account of what happened outweighed her prudish reluctance to wear a bikini. Susan picked the most conservatively cut of the bikini choices, just as Suzanne had known she would, but they were all fairly revealing so that didn't make much of a difference.

A few minutes later, Susan and Suzanne were standing in the pool. Suzanne was careful not to go any deeper than waist deep because she didn't want to get her hair wet, so Susan followed suit and stood next to her. Susan wished they could go deeper to hide the way her erect nipples were visibly poking through her bikini top, but she figured that couldn't be helped.

Susan waved her hands above the water in agitation. "So... tell me already! Everything!"

Suzanne smiled knowingly. "Well... I sucked him off twice, and it was glorious!"

Suzanne proceeded to tell Susan everything that happened in great detail. In fact, it was nearly a lick-by-lick account, with her explaining all the different moves and techniques she used when she could remember them, and making things up when she couldn't, just to keep the detailed story going. Naturally, she tried to make it sound as appealing and arousing as possible.

Before long, Susan was so hot and horny that she could barely stand it. She was grateful that she was in the pool, because that allowed her to dip down so the water was up to her neck. She no longer cared much about being at the same height as Suzanne. Her main intention was that by sinking that low in the water, she could touch her nipples and pussy through her bikini without Suzanne seeing what she was doing. She was confident that the shadows and lighting made it impossible for Suzanne to clearly see where her hands were going.

It was true that Suzanne couldn't see much. In fact, she'd chosen their angle, depth, and position in the pool precisely so that Susan could furtively play with herself. She'd figured correctly that such play would considerably heighten the arousing impact of her story.

But the story was just the warm-up. She'd made a big point out of emphasizing how thick and long Alan's erection was in her mouth, so when she finished her account, Susan commented on that, just as Suzanne had expected.

"Suzanne, I don't get how you managed to do what you did with that, that... baseball bat in your mouth! No, more like a tree trunk! If it's as thick and solid as you say, how do you even get your lips around it?!"

Suzanne smirked with glee, because those were the very words she was waiting for. "I'm so glad you asked. Here, come out of the pool and I'll show you." She started wading through the water in order to climb out.

Susan was aghast. "Show me?! You're not going to get Tiger, are you?!"

"Oh, dear no. You know how he needs his naps. I have something else in mind. Dry yourself off and I'll be back in a jiffy." Suzanne grabbed a towel of her own and toweled off as she walked back to the house.

She came back within about a minute, because she didn't want Susan to cool down. She sat on one of the plastic deck chairs next to a patio table, causing Susan to sit on the adjacent one. Once they were both dried off and sitting, she pulled something from behind her back. "Ever seen one of these?"

Susan gasped. It was only a banana, but it was shocking in this context. Furthermore, it was an unusually thick and straight banana. Suzanne had selected it well in advance for just this occasion, due to its shape and size. She'd even carefully carved it so it had the ridge of the cockhead's crown. (She had wanted to use a real dildo, but she worried that might scare Susan too much.)

Suzanne asked, "Well, what is it?"

Susan whispered in awe, like she was naming a priceless treasure. "A banana!"

Suzanne said proudly, "And not just any banana; it's a very phallic one. See?" Without any warning, she suddenly put the unpeeled banana in her mouth and started sucking and bobbing on it.

Susan gasped even louder. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head and her heart thumped crazily. She clutched her breasts defensively, and then she looked around with worry. "Suzanne! Don't! Not here!"

But Suzanne ignored her friend and just kept on sucking in the lewdest style she could manage. She made a particular point of having the end of the banana bulge outwardly against one of her cheeks, because that was a highly visible move that Susan couldn't miss.

Given that Suzanne had just finished her erotic account of the very real blowjob that she'd given Alan upstairs, Susan didn't need a lot of prodding to imagine that it was Alan's boner in her best friend's mouth, and not just a banana.

She thought, Oh dear! Goodness me! My... my nether region was on fire before, but now I fear it really will burst into flames! I just HAVE to touch it! I have to! Why does Suzanne have to keep doing that right in front of me?! I get it already! Stop, before you make me tingle in a very naughty way!

But Susan didn't say a word. She just panted and stared. She started to reach for her pussy mound, hoping the patio table would hide what she was doing. But at the last second she controlled herself and made sure her hands stayed on the table top. She figured they couldn't get into trouble as long as they were in sight.

Seeing that Susan was hooked, Suzanne pulled the banana out of her mouth and wiped her chin. "So imagine this is Tiger's great big fat erection." She suddenly thrust the saliva-covered end towards Susan so that Susan's hands impulsively wrapped around it. "Feel it! Can you just imagine you're really holding him? It's just like this, except the real thing gets quite hot, and it throbs with lust and life!"

"Oh my goodness!" Susan practically had an orgasm on the spot as she fondled the banana. She closed her eyes and nearly convinced herself that it really was her son's hard-on in her hands. She was heedless of Suzanne's saliva, and in fact exclusively caressed the part that had been in her best friend's mouth. She focused on the crown-like ridge that Suzanne had carved, and the sensitive spot just below it that Suzanne had repeatedly told her to stimulate the most.

Suzanne purred in an especially sensuous voice, "A big fat dick like this one needs to be stroked and sucked a lot, don't you think?" She abruptly pulled the banana from Susan's hands and resumed bobbing on it with her talented, sliding lips.

Susan mewled with displeasure. She was so horny that she very nearly grabbed the banana straight from Suzanne's mouth so she could suck on it herself. But her manners stopped her, if only just. However, her entire body was buzzing with lusty desire. She was frustrated that she was wearing a bikini, because it felt to her as if she was completely naked, and that kept her so hot and bothered that she was nearly ready to swoon.

Sensing that Susan was reaching a peak, Suzanne pulled the banana out of her mouth again and brought it to Susan's face instead.

Susan was so far gone that she lunged her head forward and engulfed about three inches of it, even though it was quite wet from Suzanne's saliva. Susan didn't even think of that as an issue, because in her mind that wetness was Alan's pre-cum.

The only problem in Suzanne's planning was that she'd gotten Susan too aroused too fast. Within seconds of starting to suck on the banana, Susan began to cum in dramatic fashion, even though she wasn't touching her privates in any way. She had to pull the banana out of her mouth altogether as she struggled to get enough oxygen while keeping herself from orgasming too loudly.

She was successful in catching her breath, but not in keeping quiet. She cried out so loudly that there was no way to conceal the fact that she'd just had an orgasm.

That put a big damper on her erotic euphoria. When her orgasm came to an end, she handed the banana back to Suzanne and then covered her face with her hands. "I'm so embarrassed! Please! Let me be!"

"Nonsense!" Suzanne quickly got out of her chair and knelt down next to Susan's chair. That allowed her to wrap her arms around her friend. Suzanne gave Susan a comforting squeeze and said, "What's to be embarrassed about? You were just crying out from the difficulty of sucking on such a thick object, weren't you?"

"Um, yeah." Susan grabbed onto that fig-leaf excuse like it was a life preserver in a raging sea. But a part of her knew that Suzanne was merely covering for her to reduce her embarrassment, so she still felt bad.

Seeing that her proffered excuse hadn't really worked, Suzanne whispered in her friend's ear, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. The important thing is that you're getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be sucking on Alan's penis for real! And not just once or twice, but daily. Have I mentioned to you how delicious his cum is?"

Susan groaned unhappily, then replied in her normal voice, "Yes. You mentioned it a whole bunch today, as a matter of fact. But Suzanne... I can't do that. I can't do any of this! It's all so terribly improper! This is not how a lady or a mother should ever behave. I've never even done that with my husband!"

Suzanne went back to her seat and detailed a list of reasons why Susan's helping Alan with her hands and mouth was "absolutely imperative." She'd said it all many times before, but she repeated herself again just the same.

Susan was actually relieved to get that kind of lecture. If nothing else, it redirected the conversation away from her embarrassing public orgasm. Furthermore, hearing Suzanne's reasons lessened her feeling of guilt, because Suzanne made such a passionate and convincing case.

Suzanne had hoped to do more with the practice banana, but the mood had obviously been broken so she didn't try. But she was encouraged just the same. It took a long while, and a lot of talking, but by the time the two of them went back into the house, she'd managed to put Susan back into a good mood..

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67 Katherine's Determination

Around the time Susan and Suzanne went outside to swim in the pool, Katherine was in her room writing in her diary.

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Dear Diary,

You will NOT believe what just happened! Aunt Suzy did it! She really did it!!! She sucked Brother's cock, and not just once, but twice!!!! I knew it was going to happen after all the handjob help she'd been giving him, but still, to actually HEAR it all go down... I still can't believe it!!!!

Oh yeah, did I mention that I eavesdropped on the whole thing?! Because I did! I had to make a show of going up and down the stairs and leaving my door wide open, because I could tell that Mom totally wanted to eavesdrop too! But I beat her to it! She was too afraid though, knowing that I was right there across the hall. And she missed out, big time, because what I heard was WAAAAAAY better than any porno film! And that was just from the SOUND! Good grief! Aunt Suzy slurps so loudly and passionately, I swear you'd think there were three of her in there, at least! So sexy! I was sooooo tempted to open the door and peek in just a little bit, but the darn door was shut tight. I couldn't take the risk. DAMN!

But who cares? The sound was more than arousing enough! I put my ear to the door and heard EVERYTHING! I must admit, just now I had a pretty rockin' masturbation session from thinking about what she did! Even though it was her, in my mind it was ME the whole time!!!! It was super scary, knowing that Mom could come up the stairs at any moment, so I had to keep an ear out for her and refrain from touching myself until I was back in my room. But that made it even more exciting!

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Katherine was going to write more, but her window was open and she was hearing some strange sounds coming from the pool area. She'd ignored that for a couple of minutes, as she was busy writing, but then she went to the window and saw Susan and Suzanne standing in the pool in bikinis. That kept her attention, especially since her mother never, ever wore a bikini. Even though Katherine was too far away to hear what they were saying, she had a great view. She particularly appreciated the fact that their huge racks were just out of the water. She kept watching all through their shocking oral play with the banana.

That got her worked up all over again. She wound up playing with her pussy while she watched them take turns fondling and sucking the banana. Although she was frustrated by still not being able to hear what they were saying, this time she didn't really need to, because the visuals with the banana said it all.

Eventually, once Susan and Suzanne went back into the house, Katherine had her own silent orgasm from what she'd just seen. Then she resumed her diary entry.

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Diary, hold your horses! Stop the presses! You will NOT believe what I just saw in the backyard! I saw it, but even I can't believe it! Mom and Aunt Suzy basically made love to a friggin' BANANA!!!!!! I just know that was a stand-in for Brother's big cock! Since it happened JUST after Aunt Suzy sucked him off, I'm POSITIVE she was demonstrating to Mom exactly what she did to him! Even though it's driving me crazy that I couldn't hear them talking, there can be no doubt about it!

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Katherine went on to describe in detail what she'd heard Suzanne do in Alan's room as well as what she called the "banana incident" by the pool. She was stunned by what that indicated about her mother's desire for Alan, and she wrote about that at length. Her perception of Susan as being essentially sex-less and prudish was shaken to the core.

She concluded:

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I tell you, things are happening around here. Big things! Life-changing, heart-stoppingly exciting things! The question is, am I just going to be a bystander, or can I join in the fun?! The way things are going, even my super-prudish mom is going to be playing with Brother's big boner before long. Why not me too?! What's my excuse for sitting on my hands?

I'm sure Brother's attention is focused on them right now. They're so busty and gorgeous that it makes me want to cry. How can I compete?! But I'm the one who's been in love with him for a long, long time! Sure, I've been flirting with him some lately, but I'll bet he still has no clue how I really feel about him.

It's time for me to strike with some kind of dramatic, bold move! I've got to capture his attention fully in a way that can't be ignored or denied! I don't know what it is just yet, but I know I've got to do something!!!!

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She was so intent that she actually dropped her pen and clutched both fists in the air in determination. She spent a lot of time after she finished her diary entry thinking through different possible scenarios and trying to gather her courage..

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68 Alan's Blowjob - Suzanne's Craftiness - Susan...!!

Alan woke up that morning to yet another sticky, cummy mess on his sheets. He fondly recalled the dream that caused it. He had been sitting by his desk when Suzanne had sashayed in with her usual super sexual demeanor and started giving him a blowjob without even saying a word. It was as if no words were needed because this was such a common occurence. But it hadn't stopped there. Eventually, Susan had joined in, and Katherine wound up helping too. He found it disturbing yet exhilarating at the same time to imagine all three of them licking his boner together.

He wondered if it was even remotely possible for that to happen someday in real life. He figured anything was possible if only Susan could fully give in to her lusty desires. Katherine was a big mystery, but if both Susan and Suzanne were regularly "assisting" him with his daily orgasms, he was hopeful that his sister would help too.

Alan looked forward to the weekend with both excitement and some trepidation. Hanging around the house all day long meant he would have even more opportunities to experience teasing, temptation, and nudity. Before going to sleep the previous night, he'd masturbated while recalling the blowjob that Suzanne had given him earlier. And as he lay in bed that morning thinking about Suzanne's oral talents some more, as well as the potential fun he could have with her later that day, he managed two of his daily quota before even getting up to shower.

He didn't have to wait long. No more than an hour after breakfast, Suzanne was sitting at the kitchen counter, talking to Susan who was cleaning the kitchen, when she looked at a clock on the wall and announced, "Hmmm, I think it's about time."

"Time for what?" Susan asked as she scrubbed the stove top clean.

"Time for me to give Sweetie another wonderful blowjob." She licked her lips lasciviously. "Yum, yum. I can't wait!"

Susan was so shocked that she stumbled and nearly lost her balance. Had she been holding any glasses or dishes, she would have dropped them. She turned to Suzanne with wide-open eyes. "Excuse me?!"

"I said, it's time for me to give Sweetie another wonderful blowjob. Now, don't look so surprised. He's been doing this six-times-a-day thing for quite a few days now. His body is creating new cum at a faster pace as a result, so he needs to have his balls drained dry on a regular basis. I'll bet he's upstairs in his room right now, feeling uncomfortable with all that cum buildup crying out for release. Can you just imagine how much he's suffering? A handsome, virile young man like him, with his big, stiff erection throbbing with need? It's our job to help him!"

Susan tried to get back to cleaning the stove top, but her hands were shaking. "A-a-a-a-our job? You mean your job, don't you?"

Suzanne shrugged. "Well, for today, I suppose. But it'll be your turn to help soon enough. If nothing else, you'll be doing that abnormality check on Tuesday. And think about all the times his balls will be bursting with cum and I won't be here, but you will. I figure that before long you'll be sucking and stroking his big erection so much that it'll just be another part of your daily routine. You know. Wake up, brush your teeth and such, dress in something sexy and revealing, go downstairs, cook breakfast, strip your clothes off and drop to your knees, suck Tiger's cock until he cums on your face, wash the dirty dishes, and send your kids off to school."

"NO!" Susan gasped, both aroused and dismayed by that vision.

Suzanne ignored the gasp. "Remember, don't think of it as your son's penis, think of it as a penis in the abstract. Would you like to watch?"

"What?! No! Dear God, no!"

Suzanne shrugged again. "It would be a good learning experience for when it's your turn to polish his knob with your lips and tongue. Are you sure?"

"Definitely. Thanks, but no thanks!" She sounded firm, but she secretly thrilled at the idea of actually watching the "sinful" deed.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I probably won't be too long. I'll try not to be too noisy." She got up and walked away.

Susan was floored by that. She'd missed out on eavesdropping on Suzanne's two blowjobs from the afternoon before, because she knew that Katherine would have seen her, but she hadn't actually missed much because Suzanne had given her such an extremely detailed account during their morning workout session. So she already had handjobs and blowjobs on the brain, even more than usual. To think of one happening right at that moment upstairs was almost too much for her to bear.

She literally grew weak in the knees and had to grip the counter edge to stay standing. Dear Lord, please! Strength! Give me strength! Don't make me go up there and listen in. It'll just be too sexy and arousing! I don't think I can take much more!

Alan was in his room, idly surfing the Internet. He was thinking about starting his homework, but it was hard to get motivated to do that early on a Saturday morning.

His door was wide open since he was reading news articles and not looking for porn, so Suzanne strolled in without knocking or saying a word. She deliberately left the door ajar.

He was about to ask her what was up, but she put a finger across her lips. Then she took off her clothes. She was still wearing her workout clothes and she hadn't taken a post-workout shower yet, since she really did believe that men found feminine sweat sexy. She wanted some cock immediately, so instead of doing some kind of fancy striptease, she quickly took everything off until even her feet were bare.

Alan was in awe all over again. He realized, Just yesterday I saw Aunt Suzy naked. Now here she is again, absolutely, totally friggin' bare-assed naked and it's just as exciting! She's so... FUCK! Damn, she's hot! I even love her cute bare feet!

He didn't have much time to appreciate her body though. As soon as she was in her birthday suit, she did one slow twirl to feed his hungry eyes before stepping forward and dropping down on her knees in front of him. She still hadn't said a word.

He was so gob-smacked that she had to pry his knees apart so she could get in close to his crotch.

Then, after unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts so she'd have easy access to his penis and balls, she took his rapidly inflating dick in her mouth and helped it engorge the rest of the way.

His pleasure was so great that he just sat there in a slack-jawed stupor. Fuuuuucck! No way! This... is the future? She's gonna do this again, repeatedly? Fuck yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Dr. Fredrickson! Thank you for your weird treatment! You are a fucking GOD!

Suzanne got busy bobbing steadily on his shaft. She knew it was stimulating, but not overwhelmingly so because she was pretty much doing the same thing over and over again. Her goal was to make him last a long time, but not just for their mutual pleasure. She'd deliberately left the door wide open, expecting Susan to peek in now that Katherine had gone shopping. She wanted to give her friend a good show. She even angled Alan's chair so that Susan would get an ideal side view.

She hadn't said a word to Alan, because she was getting off on the idea of blowing him without any verbal preamble whatsoever. That risked that he would spot Susan at the door and stare at her, frightening her off. But Suzanne was in a particularly naughty, risk-taking mood. She figured that if that happened it would only cause a small setback, and Susan would be back to watch or eavesdrop again the next time.

The only thing that bothered her was that Alan's legs were in the way, blocking the view she had arranged for Susan to see. So, after a minute or two, she put her hands on his knees and pressed down.

He didn't know why she was doing that, but he found it mildly annoying. So he opened his legs wide until she couldn't do that anymore.

That made her happy, because his wide pose meant that Susan would have a completely unimpeded view of her lips sliding back and forth over his long shaft.

It was only another minute or two before Susan tip-toed her way down the hall, creeping ever closer to Alan's open door. Susan told herself she'd just stand near the door, because she was desperately afraid of Alan looking her way and catching her. But that resolve didn't last even a minute.

She peeked through the open doorway just enough for her eyes to see. Oh my goodness! Suzanne! What are you doing to him? That's so lewd, so very improper! I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life! Disgusting, and HOT! Mmmm! So hot!

My Lord! How does she do that? It's just so THICK! That must be like if Tiger tried to cram his entire hand in my mouth, but she's bobbing back and forth on it, and it looks like she loves it! Mmmm! Her moans and purrs are just too sexy! And Tiger's moans are even sexier! He's having such a GOOD time! That could be me, making him feel that way! That SHOULD be me!

Susan had planned to just stand there and listen, but her sexual urges were simply uncontrollable, so she reached into her clothes and began playing with her pussy and nipples. She was glad that Suzanne was making her dress sexily, with no underwear, because it at least gave her easy access to her enflamed privates.

As the minutes passed, Susan grew less cautious about being caught. It was hard to go to town fondling herself while also just barely peeking around the doorframe. Before long, half her body was visible in the doorway.

Alan had his eyes closed most of the time, because that helped him focus on and fully savor all of the incredible things Suzanne was doing with her tongue and lips. Again, he was particularly impressed with her tongue work, and it made him wonder just how long her obviously unusually lengthy and dexterous tongue actually was.

But eventually he opened his eyes and saw his mother standing there.

Even though he gazed at her long enough to see her hands inside her blouse and skirt, she was so intently focused on Alan's erection and Suzanne's bobbing head that she didn't notice that she'd been seen.

Realizing this, he closed his eyes again. Jesus! Somebody friggin' stick a fork in me. I'm done! This is too much to take! Not only is Mom watching, she's totally getting off! FUUUUUCK! And Aunt Suzy's busy lips! This is the life!

Suzanne was so certain that Susan was watching through the open doorway that she didn't even need to look. But she had been making a lot of noise using a particularly sloppy and slurpy style of cocksucking, and then she suddenly stopped all movement. For a few seconds, she heard light panting coming from the doorway, confirming for her that Susan was there.

Somehow, Suzanne managed to smile widely, even though she had about three inches of Alan's boner in her mouth at the time. Hee-hee! Everything is going according to plan! I feel like some kind of evil mastermind from a James Bond movie or something, but it's true: my clever plan is coming together, and nobody can stop me now! Except I'm not evil and there's no Double-O-Seven to mess things up. Susan is going to be sucking cock like a Hoover vacuum cleaner within the week, and fucking loving it! I just know it! And she'll be happier than she's ever been. We all will be! Oh God, it makes me so excited that I can't even stand it!

She wasn't just thinking that: she grew so excited that she couldn't contain herself and she started bobbing and sucking and licking with such a mad passion that Alan was helpless to resist. After about a minute of her head bobbing on him so quickly that it was practically a blur, he grunted and groaned and rocketed his cum into her mouth.

Suddenly remembering her audience, Suzanne quickly pulled back and let him blast most of his load on her face and chest. She knew that would make a big impression on Susan.

She wasn't wrong. Susan had a great climax of her own as she watched rope after rope of pearly cum land on Suzanne's gorgeous facial features. Somehow Susan managed to stop herself from crying out, but it took a nearly heroic effort for her not to fall to her knees afterwards. She barely managed to stagger to her own bedroom and make it to her bed before collapsing.

As she lay there panting, she kept thinking, So hot! So hot! So hot!

Alan started to speak once he got his breath back, but Suzanne cut him off in mid-word by laying a finger across his lips. Then she stood up, bent over and picked up her clothes, put them back on, and gave him a smirky, satisfied smile before she walked out of his room.

She was in a funny mood, and she was really getting off on the fact that neither of them had said even one whole word during the entire event. But there also was a message there. She hoped Alan would understand that she was demonstrating that stroking and blowing him would become so common that there would be no need for words.

He did get that, which blew his mind all over again..

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69 Susan's Breast Examination - Again

About ten minutes later, Suzanne found Susan in her bedroom, folding clothes. Susan looked outwardly normal, since she'd recovered from her climax and washed up (just as Suzanne had done as well). But she was still emotionally reeling from what she'd seen and heard.

Suzanne's plan basically was to hit Susan when she was weak, to further corrupt her into the new sexual lifestyle she wanted everyone in the Plummer house to lead. She sat down on Susan's bed and said brightly, "Guess what? I did it! I sucked Sweetie's penis!"

Susan was more resistant to such talk, now that she was in a post-orgasmic mood. She hardly paused in her folding, and complained, "Really, Suzanne, please spare me. That's more than I need to know. Please!"

But Suzanne ignored her friend's protests and replied, "Susan, remember that a blowjob or handjob in this house is not a sexual act; it's a medical procedure. It's our duty to make sure that Sweetie is being properly stimulated until he cums the requisite number of times per day, and that there are no ill effects in the process. I know you're not happy about it, but it's your duty now to monitor the situation closely."

Susan mentally chided herself, I monitored the situation, all right! To say the least! I was such a naughty mom. I shouldn't have done that! She complained, "But it's so improper. Really. It's not right."

Suzanne responded, "I tell you, there will come a time when Sweetie needs a blowjob and I'm not there, but you are. What then?"

Susan grumbled, "Maybe he'll just have to wait until you get back."

Suzanne sighed with annoyance. "What if he was dying and needed CPR and you didn't know how to do it? It's just the same with blowjobs except you put your mouth over his big erection instead of over his mouth."

Susan complained, "That's not an appropriate comparison, and you know it."

But Suzanne kept on talking, intent on wearing down Susan's resistance. Before long, she began describing this latest blowjob in the most graphic, detailed, and arousing manner she could muster. She started with a clinical description, but then moved into much more passionate language as Susan's arousal grew.

Of course, Susan had seen almost everything about that particular blowjob with her own eyes, but she loved hearing Suzanne's description anyway.

Suzanne was able to gauge Susan's level of arousal by what words Susan let her use. Susan tolerated Suzanne's use of the words "penis" or "erection," but she herself continued to use "member" or "thing." If Suzanne was able to use "dick" or "boner" without Susan complaining, that was a good sign. Words like "cock," "cunt," "jack off," and "tit" were too much for Susan's blushing ears, but sometimes Susan got so extremely horny that she even let those slide. And then when she was off-the-scale aroused, she'd even use those words herself.

Before long, Suzanne's account got Susan so hot and bothered that Suzanne was able to use "cock" freely without having Susan constantly correct her.

For instance, Suzanne concluded by saying, "You should have seen it when he came! His cock just squirted, and squirted, and kept on squirting! It was glorious!"

Susan was squirming relentlessly. Her pussy and nipples craved release, but all she could do was sit there and listen. She said breathlessly, "I suppose he squirted all over your face and chest?"

Suzanne knew that Susan had seen that, but obviously she wanted to hear the details. "Yes! He did! Oh, Susan! It was so great. He just came and came and came! I swear, it felt like he shot gallons of his creamy love all over me! And his cock was so hot. I kept stroking and pumping it, painting myself with it. It was just so damn HOT! And the cum that landed on me felt even hotter! But then I thought, he's the lucky boy. He should do the honors. So I let go and he took over."

"And then?!" Susan forgot all about trying not to sound too eager.

Suzanne chuckled. "He was in a pickle, because he obviously wanted to nail my face AND my boobs. But there was already a lot on my boobs by then, so he concentrated on my face. I wish I didn't have to close my eyes, so I could have seen the cum fly right at my nose!" She giggled.

Susan panted, "That's so..." She didn't finish the sentence, because she was torn between saying "hot" and "wrong."

Suzanne suddenly turned thoughtful. "Hmmm. I wonder. When he cums on you, I wonder if he'll prefer to paint your face or your boobs? I'd say your boobs, because they are so very big and perfectly shaped, and I know how much he loves them. But on the other hand, you have such a beautiful face too. I'm sure he'd love to see it splattered with lots of hot, tasty cum!"

"Eeeaak!" Susan squealed out some kind of unintelligible noise as her body suddenly jerked forward. It wasn't a climax exactly, but more of an erotic shock that tingled her down to her fingers and toes.

Suzanne asked, "What do you think? Where will he cum on you first? Of course it's a moot point since he'll be cumming on both your face and chest so much. But I'm still curious which he'd prefer."

Susan couldn't answer. She stayed bent forward, her chest heaving.

At that point, Suzanne decided to make herself scarce, since she knew Susan would need orgasmic relief. "Oh, I've just thought of something I've gotta do. I'll see you later, okay?"

Susan could only nod.

Sure enough, Susan suddenly decided she needed to conduct yet another "breast exam." As had recently become her habit, she did it in the shower. She generally refrained from putting fingers actually on her pussy, as that contradicted the breast exam excuse too blatantly. She knew that what she was doing was really masturbating, but she figured it wasn't so sinful if she just confined herself to breast play.

It helped a lot that she could cum relatively easily from nipple stimulation alone. She didn't know just how rare that was, and how lucky that made her.

For her first few showers, she'd just left the shower head hanging on the wall. But then she used the hose and pointed the nozzle directly at her pussy. She considered touching her pussy directly with her hand to be an immoral form of self-stimulation, although in fact she'd done it several times in recent days. However, with the pulse setting on and the shower head pointed right at her clit, she could get off easily without actually having to finger herself.

Running her hands all over her body, especially her breasts, while thinking about Suzanne's hot talk about sucking Alan's cock, sent her over the edge. She came so quickly and easily that it turned out that she didn't even need to use the shower nozzle.

Besides, she liked the feeling of the water falling on her face and chest from above. She imagined she was on her knees and it was her son's cum flying at her, not water.

Up until that point in her life, Susan had had just about the most vanilla and boring sex life that a non-virgin could have. She'd acted like sex was purely for the purpose of procreation, and any deviation was immoral and a sin. Her husband Ron wasn't particularly religious, but he didn't really try to fight her about it. Their sex acts seemed more like the fulfillment of obligations than real acts of passion. It was as if they did it every now and then only because that's what married couples were supposed to do.

Suzanne suspected Ron might actually be a closet homosexual. She knew that most men would have given their right arm to have sex with Susan, but Susan had confessed to her that Ron was never much into physical contact, even when he'd been courting her before marriage. Missionary position sex in the dark, once or twice a year during his rare visits home, was all that she knew. Suzanne had tried to drop hints about his possible sexual orientation to Susan, but Susan had dismissed them out of hand.

In any case, Susan had such limited experience that she found the idea of handjobs and blowjobs a new and exciting thing. The fact that she'd considered them taboo now made them appear even more tempting. Even seeing an erect penis in the light of day seemed like a fairly wild and crazy idea.

Suzanne's descriptions were so vivid that Susan felt as if she'd had Alan's erection in her hands and in her mouth several times already. Her fantasies usually ended with visions of Alan cumming all over her face and chest. She could hardly wait for that to happen in real life, at least when she was in one of her extremely horny moods. Her attitude about cum had changed dramatically in the previous 24 hours, to say the least.

Her masturbatory fantasies rarely progressed to the idea of actual fucking. Partly that was because the handjob and blowjob fantasies were so intense that they made her cum every time. Partly it was because Suzanne never talked about that. But mostly, it was still so taboo and sinful in her mind that she wasn't willing to go there, even in her fantasies.

When it was over, her guilt set in again. But her bad feelings never seemed to last that long. Usually, all it took was another talk with Suzanne, or a chance to wear revealing clothes around Alan, and she would be off in her happy, lusty world again..

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70 Katherine's First Exhibition...Damn!!

After lunch, Alan played tennis at the high school courts with his friend Peter. Then he went home and took a nap, after which he did some homework.

Life seemed surprisingly normal. Suzanne wasn't around, and Susan seemed content to go back to her usual non-sexual mothering role, at least for a while. It helped that she was sexually sated from her latest "breast self-examination."

In the late afternoon, he decided to go swimming in the backyard swimming pool. He did that often, though sometimes he swam in the nearby ocean.

Katherine was already sitting by the pool. She had just been swimming laps and was drying her hair in the sun. She swam in the pool a lot to keep in shape, but also, unlike Susan and Suzanne, she liked to work on her tan.

Seeing Alan coming, she stood up to say hello. "How are things, Big Brother?" she said jovially, while putting on a hair band.

"Things are very good, Sis. Very, very, outstandingly good," he replied. His mind had been focused on Susan and Suzanne lately, but his sister had also been on his mind. She was dressing provocatively and acting sexily, especially given her cheerleading display of a few nights earlier. It didn't occur to him that she might have realized that he had watched her practice her cheerleading routine in the nude, and neither of them mentioned the incident.

"I can't possibly imagine why things are so good," she told him, smiling all the while. "It can't possibly have to do with a certain attractive next-door neighbor wrapping her mouth around someone's pecker, could it?" She giggled and blushed at the same time for being so forward. But she could hardly help but bring it up - for the last several hours she'd been thinking of little else.

"Hey, how did you know that?!"

Katherine lay down on another lounge chair. "Oh, I don't know. A little bird told me. Not to mention the fact that my room is ten feet from yours. I could hear her slurping from a mile away. It sounded like someone finishing off the last of a milkshake with a straw."

"It did not! My room is pretty soundproof, just like yours."

"Okay. True. Maybe I overheard Mom and Aunt Suzy talking about it. I have a feeling they talk about it a lot." In fact, she'd heard a bit of them talking about it, but she'd also listened at his door the night before.

He wanted to know more, but he felt quite awkward discussing blowjobs with his sister. Seeing her in a bathing suit, even if it was a relatively conservative one-piece suit, was enough to get him hard again and drive all other thoughts and moral dilemmas out of his mind. "You look very fetching in that suit," he pointed out.

"Oh, you think so?" She teased, "'Fetching?' What does that mean, exactly? Do you want me to play 'go fetch' with you?"

He just chuckled and made a chagrined face.

Despite the joking around, she was very pleased with the compliment. Until recently, Alan had gone out of his way to avoid thinking about his sister's body. Usually that was easy because she dressed so conservatively. When she would go swimming he'd usually steer clear of the pool because she would get shy and get out of the water when he was around.

The one exception to this was whenever Amy would ask Katherine to pose in a bikini by the Plummer backyard pool so that Amy could sketch her, which was being done to improve Amy's artistic skills and understanding of human anatomy. Many times, Amy would want to sketch Alan in a tight bathing suit as well, which gave him ample time to hang out with Katherine in her bikini (and Amy in hers). However, the last such posing session had been months earlier.

Only in recent days had Alan and Katherine "accidentally" met at the pool. Little did he know that it wasn't an accident, since she had started going out of her way to tease him in her sexy bathing suits.

Seeing Susan spying on Suzanne giving Alan a handjob, plus listening through the door to Suzanne doing it in his room, boosted her self-confidence in taking her teasing with Alan a step further. Burned into her brain was the mental image of Suzanne with her hands sliding up and down her brother's stiff erection. It was about the most arousing thing she'd ever imagined, since she'd actually seen it happen.

Those thoughts drove her onward. She longed to help him with handjobs and blowjobs too, but she still battled with her prudish habits and fears of rejection and of the unknown.

She decided the compliment about her bathing suit was just the opening she needed to do a little more teasing, especially as she knew no one else was yet home. "You may like this bathing suit, but I don't," she pouted.

"Why not?" he asked, taking the bait.

"You've seen the stuff Mom and Aunt Suzy are wearing these days, and I still have to wear a one-piece bathing suit! I need a bikini. Anyways, I've been wearing this one so long that I've gotten some serious tan lines from it." She grabbed the edge of the suit underneath her armpit and pulled it inwards towards her nipple.

"You see right there? You see the tan line?" She kept pulling her suit inwards until her tit popped completely out of the suit. But she acted like that was nothing unusual, and just left her suit that way. "I have to get rid of these awful lines."

"Y-y-yes, I can see," he stammered. "The tan line."

He was shocked, but she was nearly as surprised as he was over what she'd just done. It was as if her hands had minds of their own. She hadn't planned for her teasing to go that far.

"But it's like that all over!" she moaned and pouted. "Look, it's the same on the other side." She pulled on her suit until her other tit popped out. The upper part of the bathing suit was now bunched up in her cleavage.

She looked up at him for his reaction, and was satisfied to see that he was intensely fixated and aroused. So she decided to move on, and rotated her body so he could see her butt while still checking out her naked tits. "Look at my butt too. My tan lines are even worse down there."

She pulled at the edge of her suit along her butt until she'd completely revealed an ass cheek. Then she did the same on the other side. Now her suit was bunched in her ass crack as well as in her cleavage.

He was too stunned to speak.

So she went on, "What do you think I can do about this problem before I get a new suit? The more I'm in the sun, the worse it gets!" She looked at him like this was a serious problem and she couldn't just go out and get a new suit the next day. (In actual fact, she'd already bought another more-revealing suit, but it didn't serve her purpose to mention that at the moment.)

He stared at her for long moments before he realized that she was expecting an answer. He squeaked out, "I don't know." He was having a hard time concentrating on the question. His penis was extremely stiff and his heart was beating fast.

"Oh, wait; I know! I have an idea!" she said happily. "What if I just sunbathe topless? That will get rid of those tan lines."

She pulled her shoulder straps down and off her arms, but kept her swimsuit on from just below her bosom downwards. "That feels better!" she cried out. Grabbing the bunched-up suit below her boobs, she pushed it up into her boobs and out, then began sliding the fabric back and forth. Her completely exposed rack began moving back and forth along with the fabric.

She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she seemingly had no control over her actions anymore; she had been completely overtaken by lust. Just as had sometimes happened to her mother recently, her intellect shut off and she had no idea what she would do next because her lust was in control.

"I know these boobs don't compare with Mom's and Aunt Suzy's. I wish so much they were bigger!" she cried out as she continued to jiggle them. She'd seen how much he was fascinated with Susan's jiggling boobs, so she tried to imitate what turned him on. It worked.

He now stood about ten feet away and continued to come closer, like a moth drawn to flame. He said, "Sis, don't say that! I think your breasts are perfectly fine."

"Fine? Just fine? Aunt Suzy's are super, Mom's are fantastic, and mine are just fine? You might as well say 'adequate'!" She jiggled them even more enthusiastically.

"No, I didn't mean it that way," he protested. "I think you have the best tits in the whole high school. I really mean that."

"Really? But what about Amy? She has those same damn big-boob genes as Suzanne. Not to mention Christine, your love interest. And what about Heather, the head cheerleader? And what about-"

"Hey, just a minute!" He interjected. "Bigger is not always better. There may be one or two who have bigger ones than you, but I still think yours are the best in school." Maybe he was exaggerating a little to make her feel better, but only a little.

"Awww, you're just saying that," she said, delighted. She continued to shake them back and forth. "What about my nipples? Don't you think they're too small?" She put her hands directly on her boobs and began pinching and pulling at her nipples. She tried to keep shaking her tits by rocking her shoulders.

"No, I like them a lot," he said. "Don't knock your body. You have a great body! And your face; it's so lovely!"

She was astounded at his compliments, as he'd complimented her on other things many times but he'd never really complimented her appearance before. That had always been a taboo area.

But she continued to play with him. "Maybe my problem is this suit then. I think it's far too small on me. Look! It barely even covers my most private parts." Leaving her tits exposed, she grabbed her suit with both hands just above her slit and pinched the fabric together so that the edges of her hairy pussy were showing. Then she pulled it up sharply, causing the suit to reposition deep between her labia and in her ass crack.

She began masturbating herself with the suit, moving it up and down repeatedly. She finally fell to the ground and continued pulling the suit higher and higher away from her body. She splayed her legs wide to give her brother a perfect view of her lewd show. She didn't care about anything anymore - it was as if she were possessed.

She began panting and moaning openly. Her legs impulsively kicked into the air. This was easily the most intense masturbatory experience she'd ever had. She had a powerful orgasm that went on and on. She began gasping, "Oh no! Fuck! Oh God!"

Her display was so startling that Alan suddenly became acutely aware that they were outside, and that in theory anyone could be watching. He quickly looked all around, but realized the odds of anyone looking into their remote backyard were between slim and none. He knew that Susan had left to do some errands, but his primary concern was that Susan might return home since it was rare that she was gone for very long. Also, Amy often walked into their house through the back patio, and she could come across them at any time, or merely look out her bedroom window, which overlooked the Plummer backyard.

His gaze returned to Katherine and he saw that she was getting on all fours, as if she wanted to be fucked doggy-style. He watched as she pulled her suit down her legs and stuck her ass up into the air in his direction. What's the deal?! Are all the women in this house total nymphos or something? I can barely wrap my head around what's happening with Aunt Suzy and Mom, and now the same thing is happening with Sis! Dang, we should have tried to solve my energy problem years ago!

"My ass!" she cried out. She wanted to continue the banter with Alan, but she was too far gone to think straight. She lost track of everything except her hand on her butt. She used her hand to rub all over her skin. Her slit was leaking like a river, so she got her hands wet and spread her pussy juices all over her ass.

Finally, she spread her slit for her brother, and then plunged her fingers inside her vagina. She fingerfucked herself as her ass, and in fact her whole body, rocked up and down.

Alan steadily drew closer until he stood over her only two or three feet away. He was tempted to reach out and hold her delicious rear in his hands, but some shred of sanity told him that would lead to disaster.

He thought, I can't touch her - I can't! Once I start on such an obviously horny girl, who knows where it'll end. Actually, I do know exactly where it will end - I'll fuck my own sister! I can't do that! Not only that, but odds are good someone will be home soon. Mom is likely to return from shopping at any minute, if only 'cos she has to prepare dinner. What if she sees us?

So he restrained himself. He even managed to keep his penis in his swimsuit, though he was sorely tempted to masturbate along with his sister. But he could only take so much, and his willpower slipped a little further every second.

She finally appeared to calm down, collapsing completely on the pool decking. She pulled her swimsuit down to her knees, just lying there with her ass still poking up into the air, looking up at Alan and smiling at him. "How did you like the show?" she asked.

But the show wasn't really over. Even as she said this, she put her hands on her snatch and began rubbing it.

She thought, It's like my pussy is itching worse than the worst case of poison ivy, and I've got no choice but to scratch it! I can't believe I'm actually doing this in front of Brother! This must just be an erotic dream; it can't be real.

"Shit. That was amazing, Sis! That is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen!"

She asked, "Remember when we were little kids and played 'show and tell'? Since I've shown you mine, I think it's your turn to show me yours." Sweat poured down her face, and she felt as if she would die of pleasure. She'd never been remotely as aroused as she was at that moment, and wanted to cry out at the top of her lungs in joy.

"I don't know..." he said doubtfully. "What about someone coming along? Amy could walk in, really, at any time..." His resolve continued to weaken.

"Show me your big thick cock!" Katherine barked impatiently. "I'm doing this to help inspire you with your problem, so take it out and jack off! That's what you're supposed to do. Shoot your seed like the doctor says you should! Shoot it all over my ass! Give me your big load! Cover me in cum!" Some tiny part of her brain recoiled in horror at her words, but that part was shoved aside by the larger part that had been hijacked by pure lust.

"Sis, shhh! Someone might hear!"

"I'm going to scream out loud right now unless you show me your dick! Take it out!" Her fingers worked furiously inside her slit. She didn't really mean to blackmail him and she would never have followed through; she was just so overcome with lust that she was ready to say anything to him if it helped her cause.

"Well... maybe... Okay, let's be quick about it." He pushed his boner out the bottom of his shorts and grabbed the exposed shaft with a hand.

"Looks like someone else has a suit that's too tight," she joked. She spoke more quietly and was more subdued, once she'd gotten her wish and could look at his hard-on up close. "Sorry about what I just said. You know I love you and I wasn't gonna scream. But dammit, rub it! I wanna see you jack off! I wanna see you cum. I wanna see you cum all over me!"

She'd been hiding her secret love and lust for her brother for years, but now everything was coming out in the open. This wasn't how she'd imagined she'd reveal her feelings, but events had a momentum of their own.

His resistance faded some more, and he began masturbating out in the wide-open backyard. "Sis, this isn't right," he complained, even as he unabashedly stroked himself. "You're my sister! We can't do this kind of thing. For starters, what if Mom saw?"

"I'm just giving you visual stimulation for your problem. We're not even touching each other!" she said between her ragged panting. Her hand in her pussy was a blur of motion and she was already working up to another orgasm. "But it's not fair: I'm practically naked and you're not. Take it all off!"

He pulled his swimsuit off and threw it aside. He justified it to himself by figuring that it wasn't hiding anything anymore anyway.

Both of them continued to masturbate mere feet from each other.

"Let's just not get caught," she said after another minute or two. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Do you like to watch your horny little sister cum? I'm cumming for you, Bro! For you!"

In fact, he was about to orgasm despite his best efforts to hold it off.

She had no such need to hold off, and began another whole series of small orgasms..

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71 Oh, Diary! Why did I blow my cover?!

But just then, they heard the sound of the garage door opening.

Alan cried out, "Oh shit! Mom must be home!" His erection twitched and he strained to control his muscles so he wouldn't cum. But it was a losing battle, and his cum started to shoot even as he moved towards the pool. He yelled at his sister, "Quick, grab my suit and jump in the pool!"

He staggered to the pool, trying his best to aim his cum into the water so it wouldn't leave a trace.

Katherine and Alan both jumped into the pool and put their suits on after they were already in the water.

Alan figured that was the safest thing to do. The water would remove the smell of sweat and sex.

Luckily for him, he'd managed to fire most of his cum into the pool as he was jumping into it, after which his cock had continued to pump out more semen underwater. He stirred the water to try and disperse his cum. The sexual mood was pretty much broken by the ill-timed interruption.

However, they needn't have worried so much, since it took Susan a number of minutes to carry her bags of groceries into the house and put everything away. She'd had no reason to rush out to the pool, no reason to suspect that anything was going on out there.

Susan took so long to come out that Katherine joked to Alan about starting things up again, right in the pool.

He wasn't amused; he was obviously more concerned about getting caught than she was.

He sought to change the subject, so he asked, "Hey. Where did you get the bikini tan lines? I've never seen you wear a bikini?"

She answered, "You know how Aims and I have been sunbathing together at her place this summer?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been wearing one at Aims' house so I'd look good as a cheerleader, 'cos their uniform has an exposed midriff. Aims is even more daring; sometimes she takes it all off. You know how she is."

"Oh. Does Mom know?"

"She knows about my tanning. She's surprisingly cool with it. I guess she thinks it's a good thing for me to be a cheerleader with Aims. But still, given how uptight she is, I try to stick with the one-piece at our house, especially when she's around."

When Susan finally came out to say hello to them, Alan and Katherine looked as innocent as angels, dressed in their bathing suits and swimming laps in the pool. Alan at least was looking angelic; had Susan looked closely she might have noticed the wild look that was still in Katherine's eyes.

The only close call was that Susan happened to stand only about a foot from a small puddle of Katherine's cum as she talked to them. But she didn't notice, and as another woman was not affected by the pheromones in Katherine's vaginal secretions. Susan commented, "I'm so glad to see you two swimming together. You haven't done that in ages."

With her eyes unconsciously drawn to the puddle of cum, Katherine answered, "Mom, it's this new 'sexing things up' policy. I love it! I'm just relaxing and having so much fun. I feel like I'm opening up all the way and letting in new experiences." She said this last sentence with a special double meaning directed towards Alan. She turned to him and winked, just to make sure he got the picture.

Alan recalled her opening up when she'd spread her gash for him just minutes earlier, and wondered if the "new experience" she was so eager to let in was resting between his legs. He gulped nervously, but his mother didn't notice.

Susan said approvingly, "Oh, that's good to hear. I love how you two get along so well, so much better than most siblings." She smiled benignly. "You're both such perfect little angels!"

Katherine was still randy, so she replied, "We definitely are becoming much closer than most siblings. Much closer! Don't you think, Big Brother?" She giggled happily.

He just coughed nervously.

Susan left a minute later after asking what they wanted for dinner.

As soon as his mother was gone, he burst into anger. "Sis! What the hell came over you? Were you possessed? ARE you possessed?"

In actual fact, Katherine really was more or less still possessed by lust as he asked this. Her entire body was still surging with energy and excitement. But his obvious distress about what had happened cooled her ardor tremendously. As if snapping out of it, she said, "I'm sorry. Really sorry." She hurriedly pulled herself out of the pool. "I don't know what came over me."

As Alan watched her get out of the pool, he felt conflicting emotions. Dang! Sis is sexy! I never really realized how sexy she is before. And she totally wants me. She wants me! Sis! That totally blows my mind. She must be affected by all the craziness going on in this house lately.

But I dunno. If we start doing stuff, everything is going to change. Maybe our close friendship will be ruined if things don't work out.

Hell, what am I thinking?! She's my SISTER! I need to be more... well, disturbed by that! I mean, that's just so fucked up! I came while watching my sister masturbate. Whoa! I can't ever let that happen again. Ever!

Katherine rushed back to her room. Once there, after she'd recovered from her erotic fugue, she burst into tears at the magnitude of what she'd just done. She was terribly worried her brother would hate or reject her, now that her secret incestuous desires had been revealed.

After she calmed down some more, she wrote in her diary:

/

Dear Diary,

I've fucked up in a big, big way! Sure, I had the time of my life, but at what cost? I could have just coasted along, piggybacking on this wild sexual ride that Mom and Aunt Suzy are on. Before long, probably I could have gotten my chances to help Bro do his thing. It would have just seemed like I was a cool, helpful, sexy sister. And then things could have gotten more and more physically intimate from there.

But noooooOOOOooooo! Now, he knows I'm totally in lust with him, and he's gotta at least suspect that I'm in love with him as well. The only way it could have been any worse was if I'd point blank told him, "I love you, and I'm IN love with you. Fuck me now!" And I almost DID say that! Sheesh! Idiot! As it is, he's gonna run in the other direction when he sees me coming. He won't want my help doing his thing, 'cos he'll worry that'll only make things even weirder between us.

Somehow I have to try to undo this. Maybe I can just try to pass my behavior off as some kind of temporary insanity, and not that it's years of secret passion suddenly unleashed. But if I try to play it cool, will he buy my act?

Oh, Diary! Why did I blow my cover?!

/

As she thought about how she might undo the damage, it occurred to her that she could use Amy's love of nudity to mitigate what had happened. If Amy were to innocently help "sex things up for Alan" just by being more "au naturel" around the Plummer house and pool, that might provide some cover for her own over-the-top display to her brother. So she decided to visit with Amy that evening and explain that the changes in behavior and apparel that Amy had noticed at the Plummer house were being done to help Alan "increase his energy levels" by keeping him aroused and interested, and that even Amy's mother, Suzanne, was helping out..

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72 Susan's Arousal - Another Blowjob with Suzanne..

Alan returned to his room as well. He took another cold shower and tried to think of anything except Susan, Suzanne or, now especially, Katherine. But he had no luck with that. He considered talking to Katherine, but decided to give her some time to sort herself out.

Finally, he put on a mix CD of one of his favorite albums, "The White Album" by the Beatles, to which he'd added extra tracks. He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and listened to it on headphones to escape the world. He played his favorite song on the tape, "Hey Bulldog," several times in a row. That kept his mind successfully occupied until dinner.

Dinner brought spaghetti and more seductive, sartorial showboating from Suzanne, who ate with them yet again.

But Katherine was covered up, demure, and even morose. She was extremely upset with herself. What on Earth came over me? Do I want to have sex with my brother? Of course not. That's only for fantasies. I must have been out of my mind. I mean, I was totally wanting and even expecting that he would fuck me then and there! He's gonna hate me or think me a freak if I do something crazy like that again. I was so stupid! How can I apologize to him? I can't believe I have a crush on my own brother.

Alan was also frequently lost in thought throughout the meal, wondering what was going on with his sister. She was too ashamed to look him in the eye, and fled at the first opportunity.

He decided he really needed to try to get some homework done after dinner, but didn't get much of an opportunity.

Before he could go upstairs, he had to help clean up and do the dishes. Since Suzanne had eaten with them, she was helping in the kitchen too. Susan was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse and a black skirt. This was a regression back to the kind of clothes she'd worn previously, except for the fact that the skirt was rather short and a number of buttons were unbuttoned at the top of her blouse, showing off a lot of cleavage.

Suzanne wanted to make sure that Susan didn't fall back into her old, prudish ways. So, as the three of them were cleaning in the kitchen, Suzanne waited for an opportunity to shake things up. She found it when she noticed very faint panty lines as Susan happened to bend over to pick something up off the ground. She said, "Uh-oh! Susan, don't tell me you're wearing panties tonight."

Susan stood back up and faced Suzanne. "It so happens that I am. What's bad about that?"

"Don't you remember what happened when Amy came over: the new rule about not wearing a bra or panties in the house?"

Susan frowned with worry. "Of course I do. But that's not some hard and fast rule, that I can never wear underwear at all when I'm at home anymore, is it?"

Suzanne folded her arms and gave Susan a stern look. "Of course it is. Sweetie's problem doesn't happen just on some days, you know. He has to cum six times a day, every single day! You need to give him visual stimulation as much as possible. We all do!"

While Alan just stood and watched the other two, Susan said shyly, "But... but I thought I was doing pretty well tonight, in a reasonable sort of way. I mean, look how far my blouse is unbuttoned. And I think my skirt is more like a miniskirt. On top of that, I'm wearing pantyhose."

Suzanne said, "First off, NEVER wear pantyhose. Those are for women who are trying to hide imperfections in their legs. Your skin is flawless, so there's no point in it. Besides, it sends the wrong message. You want your body easily accessible to your son's hands. Understood?"

Susan nodded shyly.

"Now, are you wearing a bra too?"

Susan brightened slightly. "No, I'm not."

"Okay, I'll give you that," Suzanne responded. "Good. But you should unbutton at least two more buttons. At a bare minimum!"

Susan clutched her chest defensively and protested, "But... but... that's totally improper! If I do that, I'll be exposed down to my belly button! And since I'm not wearing a bra, well... it'll be practically obscene! He'll see everything!"

Suzanne smirked knowingly. "Exaaaactly! Which means, of course, it'll be that much easier for your cutie Tiger to get a hard-on. He's doing his part to get through this ordeal. And look what I'm wearing. This definitely qualifies as 'sexy.' You have to do your part too."

Alan had a hard time not snickering, hearing what was happening to him being referred to as an "ordeal." He was having the time of his life! In fact, he'd just gotten another serious erection just from watching and listening to the two curvaceous mothers.

Suzanne said, "There's no time like the present. Let's see you unbutton those buttons. Now!"

Susan looked around with worry, especially at her son. "What? Now?! Here?!"

"Here. Of course!"

Susan's face turned red as a beet as she unbuttoned the two buttons, causing her blouse to gape open down to her navel.

However, Alan didn't have very long to enjoy the resulting improved view of her cleavage, because Suzanne said, "Okay, now, turn around and bend over. It's time to inspect your panties."

Susan obediently did so. She was annoyed at being bossed around by Suzanne, but she was also getting extremely hot and bothered. She actually welcomed the new pose, because she figured it would mask how heavy her breathing was getting, as well as conceal her blushing face.

Suzanne then said, "Okay, Sweetie, please pull up her skirt and then pull down her pantyhose, so we can see what we're dealing with here."

Alan did both of those things quickly, because he was afraid he'd spook Susan by getting too touchy-feely. Still, he was loving life. His firm boner throbbed in his shorts.

"Hmmm..." Suzanne put a hand on her chin and stared intently at Susan's now-fully-exposed panties. "Not bad, as far as panties go. But Susan, what good does that do if they're covered up anyway? No, nice as these are, they're going to have to go. Sweetie, could you do the honors?"

While remaining lewdly bent over, Susan squealed, "Wait a second here! Suzaaaaaanne! You can't say that!"

"I just did," Suzanne pointed out with a happy smirk. "Susan, I know this is difficult, but this is the kind of sacrifice you're going to have to make to help your son through his treatment. The truth is, he's going to be seeing your naked ass a lot. And feeling it. And fondling it."

"But that's so terribly improper!" Susan complained.

"I know. But what's the alternative? I can't be here all the time. There are limits to what Angel can do, or should do. You're going to have to step up with providing stimulation help. I'm sorry."

Before Susan could complain any further, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, please pull them down. But first, get rid of her pantyhose."

Alan was already standing in position. He eagerly tugged his mother's pantyhose down to her calves. Susan obediently lifted her legs so that he could get them off. Then, once they'd been removed completely, he pulled her panties down with even more enthusiasm. He was getting very touchy-feely with her ass and legs as he did so.

Susan was beyond embarrassed. While completely exposing her bare ass to him upset her, her greater worry was what Alan would see and smell her arousal once he pulled her panties off: she was very wet! Thanks to what had happened in the last few minutes, her panties had become soaked with her pungent pussy juices.

As she felt her panties sliding down her legs, she thought, No! Dear Lord, please! NO! He's going to see a big wet spot! And even if he doesn't, how could he miss the smell? My wanton, shameful aroma! I shouldn't be getting so aroused. What's wrong with me?!

As it happened, once her panties got past her muscular thighs, they fell straight to her ankles without any further assistance. At the same time, Suzanne whispered in Alan's ear while licking it, "Having fun yet?" Then, knowing that Susan couldn't see what was happening behind her, Suzanne gave a brief squeeze to the bulge in Alan's shorts. And then another not-so-brief squeeze.

Alan was so extremely horny from all of this that his earlier tentativeness was long gone. He forgot about the panties that were now encircling his mother's ankles, instead gladly stroking her bare ass cheeks with both hands.

Susan was actually relieved by this, in a relative sense, because it enabled her to step free from her panties and then pick them up herself. She hoped that would let her keep the damning evidence of her arousal safely hidden away. But it didn't matter much. Alan didn't need to see or smell her damp panties, because the aroma of her arousal was filling the entire kitchen.

There was no way Alan could miss her sexy pheromones, and he didn't. He was practically out of his mind with crazed lust. His only frustration was that he knew her pussy had to be exposed by this point, but he wasn't able to see it from where he stood. He figured correctly that she would freak out completely if he reached between her legs to feel her up.

Even Suzanne was extremely worked up, as she confirmed yet again what an extremely sexual woman an aroused Susan could be, once her prudishness had been put aside. In fact, Suzanne was so horny that she said to Susan, "Good. Very good. Remember, in the future, no bra AND no panties at home. You can stand back up now."

"Thank goodness!" Susan immediately stood up straight, which allowed her short skirt to fall back down over her ass. But she was still too shy to turn around and show her blushing face.

That was fortunate, perhaps, because Suzanne had resumed holding and even fondling the very phallic protrusion in Alan's shorts. She said, "Susan, thanks to your loving and really brave efforts here, I'm proud to announce that Sweetie has a very long, thick, ready erection! I'm going to go upstairs with him right now and help him take care of it, if that's okay with you."

"Um, I guess..." Susan still had a hard time believing that any of this was really happening.

Suzanne and Alan quickly rushed upstairs together.

A minute or two later, Susan rushed off to her bedroom. She decided it was time for another shower, which in practice meant another prolonged masturbation session culminating in a much-needed orgasm.

Suzanne desperately wanted to give Alan another blowjob. In fact, she was so enthusiastic about it that as they reached the top of the stairs, she simply muttered in her scratchy voice, "I'm ready for my after-dinner snack!"

Within seconds of entering his room, she was topless and on her knees below where he sat at his desk. She unzipped his shorts and had his dick in her mouth before it was even fully exposed.

But it didn't take long for her to fix that problem. A few seconds later, she found herself slurping on a very long, stiff pole.

Although it was the incredibly sexy Suzanne who was sucking him off, Alan's thoughts were focused more on his mother Susan. The way she'd bent over and let him pull her panties off, coupled with the effect of the pheromones from her aroused pussy, had left him nearly out of his mind with desire. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was his loving mother blowing him instead.

Because both Suzanne and Alan were so very hot and bothered, the blowjob didn't last long. Suzanne went all out to get him to cum right away, and he had almost no resistance to her great skill.

She simply kept on sucking and sucking until he cried out like a wounded animal and shot his load down her throat. Even then she didn't stop, or even slow down. His eyes rolled into his head and he saw stars for the few glorious moments his orgasm lasted.

She didn't neglect her own needs though. As his climax began to wind down, she fingered her clitoris and had a very satisfying orgasm of her own..

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73 First Look @ Suzanne's Pussy

Suzanne said to him as they were relaxing afterwards on his bed, "I don't know who's luckier, you or me. As you might have guessed, I have an extremely healthy sexual appetite. I'm enjoying sucking you off soooo much! Your cum is really actually quite tasty. I just can't get over how delicious you are."

She held his softening rod in her hands, caressing it lovingly. "But what's really great is your penis. Eight inches long. Some have longer, but believe me, a ten-inch dick is extremely uncommon outside of professional pornography. But yours is unusually thick too! It fills up my mouth just right. I don't think I could take it in all the way or enjoy it more if it were any bigger. You have the perfect cock for sucking."

He didn't know how to reply to that mind-blowing comment, but he tried to be polite. "Thanks. I think you're perfect too. And your mouth is just right for sucking. When I see your lips now, I can't help but imagine them wrapped around my shaft."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

Again, he'd been impressed by the things she'd done with her tongue, and again he was tempted to ask her if her tongue was unusually long. But since she was the only woman to have ever given him a blowjob, he worried that maybe his question was stupid and most women could do dexterous tongue maneuvers like she could.

Changing the topic, he hesitated, then asked, almost in the tone of a small child asking for a nickel, "Aunt Suzy, could I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, Sweetie, but remember our boundaries."

He remembered Susan's bare ass downstairs just a few minutes earlier, and how much he wished he could have seen her pussy too. That lusty memory gave him the courage to ask, "Could I have a close look at ... how you are below?"

Suzanne was delighted by his request, as it provided a means for her to increase the sexual tension between the two of them and advance her seduction plans. She wanted to draw things out, but at the same time she wanted to encourage any signs of assertiveness in him. She played for time, joking, "So, you want to see me in the special layer of Hell reserved for older women who are too free with teenage boys?"

He blushed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. Please forgive-"

She cut him off. "That's just a joke, Sweetie. Awww, you're just so innocent and cute, how can I say no? But will you tell your mother?" She knew that any mention of Susan would ratchet up his arousal, especially after what had just happened in the kitchen.

He burst into laughter, guffawing extra hard because he was so filled with nervous tension.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing."

She spread her legs and raised her skirt, almost enabling him to see her female treasures there. She playfully raised an eyebrow, and said, "Now is that any way to treat a lady you want to ask a very personal favor of?"

He smiled. "Okay. Well, it's that I just now imagined running to Mom like I did when I was five. I'd run to her in the kitchen and reach up to pull on her dress and say, 'Mommy! Mommy! Aunt Suzy let me look at her pussy!'"

Suzanne grinned, but pretended seriousness. "Hmmm. And you just might do it too."

He suddenly felt like he would go crazy if he couldn't at least see a pussy up close. It was hellish to get so many sightings from a distance, like seeing Katherine's pussy by the pool, or near sightings, like just about any time he and Suzanne were alone together lately, and never really being able to examine one, much less touch one.

He knew Suzanne wouldn't allow him to touch her there, but he sensed from her words and demeanor that she might still be convinced to allow his request to just give it a good look. With a very earnest expression, he raised his right hand in a Boy Scout salute, and said, "I promise I won't touch anything. Scout's honor. I'll even keep my hands behind my back! Please, Aunt Suzy, I think I'm going to go crazy if I can't check out a..., well, a vagina," he finished, a bit lamely.

She teased, pretending to waver. "Hmmm. Will this give you points towards your 'Pussy Watching' Boy Scout merit badge?"

"Yes it will," he grinned, deciding that he needed to loosen up and play along.

She came back with an even bigger grin. "Well... Okay. But just you; please don't bring the whole troop over. And you have to complete all the requirements for your Pussy Watching badge before you can even THINK about working on your Pussy Touching badge. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Aunt Suzy. And to think I was going to go for one of those advanced knotting merit badges instead."

After more grins and giggles, he turned to his computer and brought up an image he had been looking at earlier. It was a close-up of a beautiful young woman, not much older than he was, lying on her back with her legs spread and bent and her knees drawn up on either side of her breasts. Her moist slit was fully exposed, the labia slightly parted. "There's something about this image I really like. Could you please show me your pussy like THAT?"

She glanced at the image, and then looked at Alan reproachfully, but even so appeared to be considering the matter. "Well..." she said slowly, enjoying the power she held over him.

He leaned so far forward in anticipation of her answer that he nearly fell over.

She sighed with mock resignation. "I suppose the Scouts require that particular position for the merit badge. And I DO support their fine organization." She winked. "But remember, no touching."

She walked over and quietly locked the door, then removed her skirt and lay on her back on his bed. She spread her legs slightly and then placed her hands below her knees and brought her knees up to her chest, copying the pose of the Internet model that was still visible on his computer screen.

Alan's eyes went wide as they locked on her crotch and his mouth involuntarily dropped open as he fell to his knees in front of her, his face inches from her spread beaver. At the top was her bush, neatly trimmed into a roughly triangular shape. His penis had been mostly flaccid after the blowjob, but he found himself once again at full attention.

She kept the remainder of her pubic region free of hair through waxing. She was in a highly aroused state, and her labia were swollen, her clit throbbing and erect. She was very wet, with a small trail of moisture slowly trickling from her slit and running across her asshole. Her fully engorged vulva included every shade of pink he had ever imagined, and then some; the labia were almost crimson at the base, deep pink in the middle, and coral with a few tinges of purple at the outer edges. It struck him as being the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and his breath caught in his throat.

He felt drawn to it like a moth to flame, and his face slowly approached her womanhood, almost against his will. When his face was about two inches from her, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the unique, rich, heady, musky aroma of a woman in heat. He pressed forward millimeter by millimeter until the tip of his nose almost met her pubic hair.

He came so close that she could feel his presence. The way he lightly grazed the outer edges of her pubic hair sent jolts of excitement through her.

She said wryly, "Boy, you sure skirt the edge of the words 'no touching', don't you?"

He pulled back a bit, then asked, "Um, Aunt Suzy, I'm probably pushing my luck here, but I've always been really curious - can I see what it looks like on the inside?"

She sighed loudly. "You definitely ARE pushing your luck. But I suppose showing you just once for educational purposes wouldn't be so bad. As long as you don't get any weird ideas, okay?"

"Scout's honor."

She repositioned herself and spread her labia wide with both hands, so that her glistening, pink inner lips were fully on display.

He just stared, amazed. It reminded him of the inner meat of a giant clam he'd once seen while snorkeling. Just as with the clam, he was spellbound by its beauty.

Dang! I wonder what it would be like to put my dick in there. Handjobs and blowjobs with her already have brought me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. But fucking is supposed to feel even better than THAT! Is it possible to actually die from brain overload due to too much pleasure? If it is, it probably would happen to me if I were to have sex with my unbelievably awesome aunt!

Suzanne loved putting on such a lewd show for him, but she pretended to be reluctant. All too soon, she pulled her hands away, causing her slit to close. "I feel ashamed. You'll probably think I'm some kind of wanton hussy now."

He pulled back some more to look up into her eyes, then said earnestly, "No, Aunt Suzy! Never! I think of you as a teacher and a great friend. You're helping me learn what I should have learned in Sex Ed class if Mom had let me attend. I can't thank you enough."

She smiled benignly, but thought, Does he really think that? If he only knew! If he only knew how demanding my pussy gets, and how badly it wants this! If he decides to get bold right now, I'm a complete goner. I can't let him know how much my pussy controls me or I'll lose all my leverage with him! ... But for the moment, I'm going to enjoy this to the fullest, hee-hee!

When Alan finally pulled his face back a few more inches, Suzanne reached down and parted her labia so he could see her inner folds again, then brought her fingers to her clit and pulled back the hood. She batted her eyelids slowly for a few moments, then turned her head slightly and, in her breathy, seductive, and curiously scratchy voice, asked, "See anything you like?"

He was so ecstatic he wanted to cry for joy, but at the same time he felt strangely detached from reality, almost as if he were in a dream. He tried to burn the image, the texture, the scent, and every possible last detail of her pussy into his brain, as he was irrationally but genuinely afraid that he might never have the chance to see another pussy in such a manner.

His heart was beating so hard and so quickly that he could hear his pulse echoing in his ears. He also felt an immense pressure in his testicles, and his dick throbbed urgently, insistently, in time with his heart and his ears. He felt his dick convulse and begin shooting rope after rope of cum, covering the side of the bed before him. He collapsed to the floor.

Suzanne rolled her eyes and thought to herself, OH FUCKING SHIT! He came just from LOOKING at my pussy! That makes me so happy! If I don't get him inside my cunt soon I'm the one who's going to go insane. She touched her clitoris and came in a massive climax.

Alan was so wiped out as he lay there on the floor that he didn't even realize she had gotten excited to the point of climax too; he thought she'd just done it as a favor for him.

When he finally recovered, he thanked her so profusely that she got a little embarrassed.

Suzanne swore him to secrecy again for good measure, then dressed and left..

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Not long after that, Alan decided he needed to talk to Katherine about what had happened between them earlier. He walked across the hallway and knocked on her door. He was wearing his usual T-shirt and shorts. "Sis?"

After a long pause, he heard a groan. "UNH!" Then, "Napping!"

This was surprising, since it was very unusual and a bit late for her to take a nap. He said, "Sorry! I'll try later." He turned to walk away.

But Katherine replied, "No, it's cool. Come on in."

He opened the door. He was surprised to find her lying in her bed nearly naked, facing away from him. She wore nothing but silky silver panties. And although some of her torso was covered by her light blue silken sheets, he was fairly certain he'd be able to see all of her breasts if he was looking at her from the opposite side.

While simply lying there, she said, "So, what's up?"

His mind was racing a mile a minute. There was a long pause while he simply stared at her curvaceous figure. Sis is SO HOT! She's a total fox! Daaaamn! As if I didn't know that already, but still, HOT DAMN! Although his heart was racing, he tried to sound calm as he said, "Uh... It was nothing. I'll talk to you later."

"Bullshit! It doesn't sound like nothing to me." Katherine turned over to face him. But she was careful to hold the sheet in a certain way so her nipples were covered, if only just barely. In truth, she hadn't been napping at all; instead she'd quickly and silently gotten into a sexy pose when she'd heard him knocking on the door. Her heart was racing wildly too. She added playfully, "Spill the beans!"

Alan was stunned all over again to see her front side. He gulped and gawked. He thought, HNNG! So sexy! He glanced down at his crotch and noticed that he'd gotten a sudden erection. I'm liable to spill something here in a minute, but it isn't beans! He tried hard to play it cool. "Um, well, uh... It's really no big deal. It's just..."

"What?" She sat up on her bed, putting her legs on the floor. She was still very careful to make sure the sheet kept her nipples covered, but she was just as careful to make sure he got an eyeful of the rest of her body, including most of her excellent breasts.

He was tongue-tied. Partly, he was too horny from looking at her fit, tanned, hard body to think straight. But also, he didn't know how to bring up what had happened earlier, or what to say about it. He hadn't come in with much of a plan. In the past, he'd been able to speak easily to her about anything and everything, but this seemed to be different.

She took the lead. "This is about what happened earlier by the pool, isn't it?"

He nodded shyly.

Her demeanor changed. She bowed her head contritely. "Don't say anything. I'm the one who needs to explain. My bad! I'm so sorry, Big Brother. I was just trying to get you excited for, you know, your problem, but I got carried away. I got really, really carried away! I don't even understand what happened. Can you possibly forgive me?"

"Of course!" he said soothingly. His body relaxed, because that was exactly the kind of closure he'd been looking for. "Actually, there's nothing to forgive. You totally got me aroused, and that's what the doctor ordered, right?"

She smiled. "Right." Then she looked around for something. "Hey, close your eyes for a sec."

He did, although he was tempted to peek.

"Okay."

When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that she had put on a silky bra that matched her panties. Furthermore, she was standing right in front of him. She stretched her arms open wide. "Hug?"

"Of course!"

They hugged in a friendly way. He still had a raging erection, so he was careful to lean in with his upper body so that it wouldn't press against her.

He left her a few minutes later, after some friendly small talk. He felt much better about the whole situation. By that time he was certain that it had not just been a case of her getting a bit carried away. But he was uncertain about what he wanted to have happen with her. The possibility of committing incest with her was still very daunting and scary. He tried not to think about it much, since he had the exciting developments with Suzanne and his mother to think about instead.

Shortly after Alan left, Katherine took out her diary and wrote another entry.

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Dear Diary,

I'm soooo bad! I'd been planning on apologizing to Brother, but he beat me to the punch coming in to talk to me first. So what did I do? Was I all contrite and bashful? Yes, on the surface, but I also couldn't help but kinda come onto him AGAIN! Like I said, I'm sooooo bad! I pretended to be napping so he'd see me in just my skimpy panties. It worked out great!

How can I hold back?!?! Things are getting absolutely insane around here. I get to find out so much from having my room right across the hall from Brother's. Of course I heard EVERYTHING when he and Aunt Suzy rushed back to his room. Not only did I hear her give him ANOTHER blowjob, but with my ear to the door I even heard how she showed him her pussy, close up!

Dammit! I want in on that! Why can't I help him with his problem too?! I'm still kind of ashamed about what I did by the pool earlier, but I'm kind of not. I let my lust get the best of me, and now he knows that I have the hots for him. (To say the least! If he only knew the full truth!) Like I told you earlier, I blew my cover. But, thinking about it some more, maybe that's for the best. The squeaky wheel does get the grease. If I'm going to help him sexually, I think I'm kinda going to have to be all in his face about it. Otherwise, Mom and Aunt Suzy are WAAAAAY too distracting.

The good news is, after I apologized to him, things seemed to be good between us again. That's key! I don't want things to get so weird that he avoids me or doesn't know how to act around me. I guess I should ease up a little bit for the next day or two, just to be sure that we're cool. But I will not be denied! I'm going to take action to make sure my dreams come true!

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Later that night, while Alan was out, Katherine went over to Amy's house to tell Amy about "sexing things up" for Alan, to provide more cover for what had happened earlier at the pool. Her thinking was that if Amy was dressing and acting sexier around Alan, then her own provocative behavior wouldn't seem so out of place. Besides, she was receptive to the idea that Amy could have sexual fun with Alan eventually. If everyone else was doing it, it didn't seem right to leave Amy out.

Amy sounded very keen to the whole "sex things up" plan. She unquestioningly said "M'kay!" to nearly everything Katherine suggested.

Since it was a Saturday night, Alan went to a party with most of his high school friends, including his good friends Peter and Sean. The relatively small get-together was fun enough, but it was definitely an anticlimax to the rest of his day. His friends weren't exactly wild party animals, and in fact most of them were more nerdy than he was. They mostly just drank some beer, joked around, and watched the sci-fi movie "Starship Troopers." No girls attended the party, and they were all fine with that, since they got nervous around girls.

Needless to say, Alan was starting to diverge radically from his friends when it came to girls. In truth, he would have much preferred to be at home, if only because there would have been a chance that Suzanne would offer to help him "do his thing" again.

That night, in bed, he coaxed out load number seven, and then reflected on his day. A blowjob, tennis, Sis's wild strip show, peeling off Mom's panties, another blowjob from Aunt Suzy, looking at her pussy, a party - what a day! I could get used to this! I'd never really lived until I went to see Dr. Fredrickson.. There's always something new - who knows what tomorrow will bring?

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75 Susan in Sexy Apron

Susan woke up feeling naughty. She'd had more dreams of doing sexual things with Alan, but rather than getting at least partially upset and feeling guilty about it, she unabashedly reveled in it. She decided to just put her objections aside for a while and imagine a better world where she could have sexual fun with him without the fear of sin or impropriety. A part of her wanted to just lie in bed all day fantasizing, but her strong work ethic wouldn't allow her to do that.

She thought, It's strange. These last few days, whenever I think about sliding my hands all over Tiger's big erection I get filled with the urge to do nice things for him. Huh. Well, I don't know why, but I think I'll feel a lot better if I cook waffles with strawberries. And make some raisin toast too. He loves that.

So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the special breakfast she planned to make required more time than normal. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of the service at ten.

Sunday was the one day of the week that she and Suzanne always skipped their morning workout, because of Susan's need to get ready for church. (Suzanne wasn't really religious, but occasionally she went to church too, purely to appease her best friend.) Susan was feeling very energetic, but didn't have a way of blowing off steam.

As she stood there cooking, she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. Today, I'm not going to shirk my visual stimulation responsibilities. In fact, I have a full, exciting day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee-hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing, since it's about ten sizes too large. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to.

But I don't want to! Hee-hee! I'd just love to see his face if he walked in and saw me topless!

The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever he needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, hee-hee. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself. I need to get daring. I need to get naughty! I know it's terribly improper, but it's for the health of my son!

Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. The apron still covered her pussy in front, but her ass was left bare. Her heart was pounding hard from her audacity. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while, and put it back on before he comes down. But what if he DID see me? Wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it; you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks. Mmmm, yes! Just like that."

She didn't fully realize just how aroused she was getting. She wiggled her butt, imagining her son's hands were on it. "Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh, Son! What are you DOING?! What is that long hot thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth; it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!"

"It DOES fit! Tiger! Do you know you've got your penis in Mommy's mouth?" Tee-hee-hee. I'm so naughty!

She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. She thought quite a lot about the idea of giving her son a blowjob. I wonder what that would be like, for real. Suzanne has been talking about it a lot these past few days, and she says it's great. But I don't know. I kind of wish I would have done it to Ron at least once, so I'd know what it's really like. Of course Tiger's member is double the length and width of Ron's, so it wouldn't really be the same. Okay, maybe not double, but almost. He's such a well-endowed young man! Would it really fit in my mouth?! Suzanne assures me it would, but I don't know.

And how unseemly and improper would it be for me to do that? I know I need to help him, but I have to draw the line somewhere! I mean, if I were to take off all my clothes and kneel before him... My tall, handsome son towering over me, with his tremendously large, thick, needy erection in my hands... my trembling hands... Oh, I don't know! It just seems so debauched! To, to... to take it in my mouth! And suck on it! I can't! I just can't!

Despite her reluctance, or maybe in large part because of it, those thoughts made her very aroused indeed. But time flies when you're having fun, and she got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of the hour.

Thus Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. He looked at Susan, and at her ass. He literally did a double-take. He was so surprised by what he saw that it was like a hard slap to his face. He even staggered back a few steps. "MOM! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any... Well, your butt. I can see it!"

Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Uh-oh! Tiger's here already?! OH NO! I had intended to take my skirt off only for a few minutes. Oh dear! He's gonna think I'm some kind of wanton hussy!

And I can't turn around either, because all I'm wearing is this grossly oversized shirt, with no bra underneath! It exposes way too much. True, I'm wearing an apron, but that won't help, not unless I wear it up around my shoulders. Oh my goodness! What will I do?!

She decided to try to stay calm and stand still. She brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so he still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and even a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to rise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half.

Blushing, she exclaimed, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?"

His eyes were locked on her bare ass cheeks like laser-guided weapons. "What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday."

She continued to wiggle and writhe in dismay, which only made an even more arousing sight. Her face practically turned cherry red. "Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing! I just, uh, I... Well, I... It's hard to explain..."

Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy or Katherine or Suzanne, he would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the better of him. Knowing that she was facing away from him and would remain too embarrassed to turn around and make eye contact, he lied, "Don't worry, Mom; I'm not looking."

"Thank heavens for that!" An awkward silence ensued as she thought, Oh no! What am I going to do now?! I can't just stand here like this, with my hands on my ass for the entire breakfast! I can't turn around either, or I'll show him far too much of my big, heavy breasts.

She gathered up her courage, trying to psych herself up. Susan, this is the time to rise to the occasion! He needs visual stimulation. I have to help him out! I should just let him look at my bare ass. What's the harm? Besides, it's not like I have a choice. He'd see nearly as much in a bikini anyway. I have to put my modesty and pride aside, to help him with his affliction!

She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking while bare-assed. She thought about putting her skirt back on, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She was freaking out with nervousness, and her heart was pounding even harder. She told herself she'd go and dress in a minute or two, when this batch of waffles was done.

She clenched her ass cheeks together. I wonder if he's looking. Did he just see me do that?! Tiger's such a good boy, but I remember what horny teenage boys are like and I'm afraid he's going to look, no matter what he promised. He must be looking at my ass right now! She secretly thrilled at the thought that he was checking out her exposed ass cheeks. Without really thinking about it, she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks.

The strange thing was that she felt a tingle all over her pelvic area, almost like it had gone to sleep and was reviving. Somehow her body was reacting in a powerful way just to the thought of her son looking at her bare flesh there.

Of course Alan was ogling his mother's ass; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was his penis erect, it was almost truly threatening to rip his shorts open! Unbelievably, it seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit. He wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entirety of her ass before the back of her curiously-oversized shirt covered the top half of it again.

He thought, Hot damn! I can't believe I'm really looking at Mom's ASS! Her skin looks amazingly soft and tempting to touch. Now I understand why people so often compared asses to peaches. That is a perfect 'peachy' ass! I'm practically drooling here! Man, I'd kill just to run my hands all over her!

He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just a few feet away. To his surprise, she didn't say or do anything, or even try to cover up. Shit! You can see everything!

He asked, "Mom, can I ask why you were cooking partially naked, even if Sis and I weren't down here?" He didn't want to discourage her, but his curiosity won out.

"That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. She was startled to hear his voice from so near, just behind her. Since he'd walked up next to her, she knew he couldn't have done that without looking at her.

Oh dear! My Tiger really IS staring at my ass! It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. He's so close he could reach out and touch it! How can I explain things? "Son, I was just practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and fondle and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt back on?" No, that's not gonna fly.

Just listen to me though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic, because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest!

But THINK, Susan, think!

Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was, uh, dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened."

Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come, so whenever she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it actually was.

"And why aren't you wearing panties either?" he asked.

Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up for you? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND not wear a skirt! It's so... shameful!"

Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her laundry explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm, sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going?" He took a few steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt.

"Oh. Well, uh, the washing is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them."

She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eye as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add 'lying to loved ones' to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear, when will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What if he sees me dripping, or smells me in heat?! Why does he have to be so sexy and so well-endowed anyway? And why oh why are we cursed with this six-times-a-day medical treatment?!

Worse, what will he think of his wicked mother? Especially if he knew of the debauched thoughts going through my mind? It's all I can do to not turn around and check to see if he has a great big erection tenting his shorts. I'll bet he does!

He noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried then that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. In fact, there wouldn't even have been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only embarrass her further.

So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorites?"

Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was as if a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention allowing him the delicious sight of her ass cheeks undulating as she walked.

She answered his question with an enumeration of what she was cooking. But she still thought, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger is still standing right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must be practically right behind me now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my rear? I don't know if I'd be able to resist.. I don't know if I'd WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well hung he is; he's still my son!

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76 Susan in Sexy Apron 2

Alan was extremely tempted to reach out and fondle her ass. He was so very aroused that he seriously worried he'd lose all control. But then he had a different idea that was highly appealing and far less dangerous. In the few moments he hadn't been gawking at her ass, he'd noticed her hugely oversized shirt that was in danger of sliding down her shoulders. He'd also noticed a lack of bra straps, or any other straps, for that matter. He'd guessed, correctly, that he'd have quite a view if he looked at his mother from the front.

So, trying to act casual, he walked around her until they stood face to face. He asked, "So what's for breakfast?"

Susan felt utterly humiliated. Her nipples weren't exposed, but a very deep valley of cleavage was. She wanted to cover that with her hands, or at least pull her shirt up her shoulders, but her hands seemed to be made of lead. She just stood there, blushing. She tried to fake a smile and pretend that all was normal, but she was far from convincing. She was in a kind of lusty daze, feeling so aroused that practically any touch was liable to push her over the edge.

He couldn't help but blatantly ogle her bountiful chest. But he was still trying to act cool and collected so she wouldn't freak out and he'd get to continue to enjoy the view. With that in mind, he asked again, "Mom, did you hear me? I said, what's for breakfast?"

She came out of her lusty and frightened daze, at least partially. "Uh... oh yeah. Waffles. Waffles! Belgian waffles! And... And cinnamon toast." She was so panicky that she practically shouted that.

His pulse was racing crazily, just like hers, but he was doing a better job of hiding his excitement. He said, "Cool. Thanks."

Another awkward silence ensued. He felt bad for his mother and her great embarrassment, so he decided to address the elephant in the room. "And by the way, I want to give you a big thanks. I know the real reason you're dressed like that."

"Why?!" She felt panicky, terrified that he could see right through her and sense her lusty desire for him.

He said, "You're helping with the visual stimulation! Just like Aunt Suzy has encouraged you to. I know that must be extremely difficult for you to do, to say the least! But still, you're doing it, and I must say, you're doing a great job. Mom, you're so sexy that it leaves me breathless! I don't know what to say. How can I possibly thank you for loving me so much that you do this?"

She was secretly relieved that he thought she was being selfless in her actions. "Um, don't mention it. It's, uh, nothing."

Then she finally glanced down and saw that he really did have an extremely prominent bulge in his shorts. She nearly swooned. Oh God! Dear Lord! Just look at that! He's so, he's so... HUGE! It IS twice the size of Ron's, at the very least! (Actually, it wasn't, but her imagination was running wild.)

She was so hot and bothered that she started panting, causing her chest to heave up and down. Her shirt was so oversized that there was very little keeping it up. All that heaving presented an even more titillating sight, but she knew that if it didn't stop, her shirt was going to slide down to her waist!

She thought in a panic, Dear God, please! Help me! Any second now, my shirt is going to fall off, and I'll be standing here with my big breasts bouncing up and down! I'll be wearing little more than an apron! Heck, I might as well take that off too, to make my abject humiliation complete!

And then, and then... Tiger's... dick! It's so big! And needy! Just LOOK at that bulge! If I'm standing here topless, or worse, completely naked, he'll probably expect me to drop to my knees and, and... and unzip his zipper! And then... OH GOD! To, to, to hold it in my hands! And stroke it! Or even LICK it! SO HOT!

The two of them continued to stand there. Alan was so transfixed by his mother's heaving chest that he forgot to continue to make small talk. The kitchen was dead silent, except for the sounds of their heavy breathing.

It's unclear what might have happened next, but Susan suddenly found herself forced into action by the sound of Katherine tromping down the stairs. The kitchen was only separated from the dining room by a counter and there was a wide opening from there into the well-traveled living room. But there was also another way out of the kitchen, a hallway leading from it to other rooms in the house on the other side of the central stairwell.

Susan needed to act quickly. Without even an explanation to Alan, she fled down that hallway before Katherine could come into view. She clutched her hands to her chest to prevent her shirt from sliding off as she hurried away.

She hid in a downstairs bathroom until she heard the sound of Alan and Katherine talking. (Alan was dying to tell his sister what had just happened, but he wasn't sure how she'd react, so he forced himself to keep mum. However, Katherine noticed he was acting very oddly, so she suspected that something significant and sexual had just happened between her brother and mother.)

As they stood there, Susan ran bare-assed up the stairs, reaching them from a different direction, and made it all the way back to her bedroom without being seen. She quickly put on panties and bra, and a long dress, since she needed them for church anyway. Then she rushed back downstairs to tend her still-cooking waffles.

A part of her was terrified and appalled at what she'd done, but at the same time she hadn't felt so alive in years. Even the running around bare-assed had been a terrific thrill.

However, after she'd calmed down and her children had gone upstairs to finish getting ready for church, her guilty feelings took over. The mere fact this had happened on a Sunday morning shamed her deeply.

She sat at the dining-room table, staring out the window, mulling over recent events. What's come over me? I'm turning into the kind of wild and immoral hussy that my mother always warned me about. It was bad enough that I took my skirt off and then spaced out until Tiger saw me. But what's even worse is that I didn't mind that much that he was looking at my bare butt. In fact, I kind of liked it! I got a kind of perverse thrill - and that's certainly the right word, perverse - from knowing that he was staring at my rear. And I don't care if he said his eyes were closed; I KNOW he was looking. I could even hear his breathing growing heavy, almost on my neck!

Besides, I saw the way he was staring at my heaving breasts. That lusty look in his eyes! God, it was so HOT! I don't know WHAT would have happened if Angel hadn't come down just then. Thank the Lord she did!

This last thought wasn't made with any conviction. She continued in this vein, trying to deny her true feelings. It's all well and good that Angel and I help provide visual stimulation. After all, I promised Suzanne I would, and there's no sin in just dressing with a little sex appeal. I suppose that even going without undies is harmless enough. But I have to draw the line at no baring of my private parts. Certainly Suzanne would understand my reasons for that. And holding Tiger's big fat dick in my hands and stroking and stroking it until his hot cum splashes all over my face and drenches my big tits is out of the question! I wish Suzanne would stop pushing me about that. I mean, I'm trying to be a helpful mother and all, but I have my limits!

What just happened can never happen again, and that's final!

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77 Bikini-clad Susan Suzanne

Alan often managed to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that on this day. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that she went a little overboard with her religious fervor. Alan could tell from her suddenly prim and proper mood immediately after the bare-ass incident that it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home.

The somber and puritan mood persisted even after they returned home from church, but it didn't remain that way for long.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that showed off her ample cleavage and also left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, she found that he was already taking a nap and that Katherine had gone out.

Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like some kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!"

Suzanne raised a curious eyebrow. "Gee, what's gotten into you?"

"We're surrounded by temptation and sin. Maybe if you'd gone to church with us this week, you'd be more aware of the dangers!"

Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know about what had happened before church, but she figured that, at the very least, church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?"

Susan looked at the ground. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I... I just can't." She didn't want to admit that she was afraid it would arouse her too much. But she also had a hard time standing up to Suzanne.

Suzanne asked impatiently, "Susan, are you wearing panties? Or a bra?"

Susan looked even more abashed. After a long pause, she nodded affirmatively.

"Okay. Take them off now. Right here. And then you're going to tell me what's bothering you."

Susan looked up at Suzanne in surprise. "What? Right here? Right now?"

Suzanne nodded in a way that brooked no opposition. "You know the rules. Of course you need to wear those things to church, but we're back home now, so there's no excuse. And do I or do I not have the right to choose what clothes you wear?"

Susan was going to say something more, but she decided that she'd just lose in the end anyway. It was just too hard to stand up to Suzanne. Blushing profusely, she reached inside her clothes and pulled her bra out. Then she slipped her panties down her legs while keeping her long dress on.

Suzanne didn't give Susan any relief though, and immediately began pressing her about what had happened.

It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare-assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she had trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment.

Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood because the story-telling got her most of the way there. But just to make sure that Susan didn't backslide, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite him and help his condition, but at the same time preserve your modesty."

So Suzanne went home and returned with another big pile of clothes, after which the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress-up for an hour or two.

Susan grew increasingly giddy and horny as time went on. She was growing to love dressing in a sexy manner for her son.

Suzanne constantly goaded her on with encouraging but rather tame comments like, "Sweetie will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one."

After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, he will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out! If you wear that in front of him that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two!"

When they were all done, Susan came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on. She'd protested that it was too revealing, but Suzanne "forced" her to wear it since Suzanne now had the "right" to decide what clothes Susan wore.

She wore a skin-tight, thin, white tank top, which made it clear as day that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only could her nipples be faintly seen through the cloth even when they weren't erect, but her huge globes bounced freely with almost every move she made.

Suzanne knew that not only would that inspire Alan's lust, but it would keep Susan in a near constant state of arousal, since Susan's nipples and boobs were obviously so easily stimulated. Plus, Suzanne knew that the mere fact that Susan was wearing such revealing clothes would keep her horny.

Susan also wore short blue-jean shorts that were most noticeable in how low they hung on her hips: the button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of her pussy. In back, they covered so little of her ass cheeks that some of the top of her ass crack could be seen.

Susan protested, "Suzanne, this is far, far too outrageous! It's terribly improper. This is not what a good Christian woman wears!"

"Susan, stop complaining already. If you're not willing to suck or even stroke his cock today, you HAVE to at least help with the visual stimulation. Do you want to see him suffer the curse of blue balls?"

"Well, no. Obviously not, but..."

"Your Tiger is a very virile young man, with a powerful, demanding penis. I'll bet his balls are practically bursting with tasty sperm by now. You need to go find him right now and inspire him, so he can get some relief."

"But..."

"Go!"

Susan set off to find her son and see if he and his penis liked her outfit as much as she hoped he would. Despite her protests, she could hardly wait to see a large bulge growing at his crotch.

After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he had that with him. But he was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. Still, he hadn't realized just how right and lucky he would be.

Susan came down to where he was sitting. (Suzanne followed, but lingered behind so Susan would get all the attention at first.) "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her."

She was trying to act casual as if she didn't care what he thought, but her face was blushing deeply and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety. She kept her eyes closed, because it was slightly less humiliating that way.

Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already; you're embarrassing me!"

But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless."

Suzanne, still standing a good distance behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would see her and get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed.

He saw and understood. so he added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard-bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous of you."

Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You don't really mean that," she protested, hoping he'd say more.

"It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, and letting me see your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big effort to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!"

By the time he was halfway through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed by Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals.

Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically as if someone had poured water on it, and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible, not to mention the way her erect nubs were tightly tugging at the fabric. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!"

But he was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a seriously sexy babe and you've got a rack that proves it! You're a stone cold fox! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my hands and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..."

Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly desperate arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so he gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say.

Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. God really blessed you with great genes, and the way you exercise almost every day has paid off, big time. I'm so grateful and so touched that you dressed up for me."

Susan had a "deer in the headlights" look. She wanted to chastise him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word.

Once she was safely back in the house, her nervousness and embarrassment disappeared, but her lust remained. She beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, He thinks I'm a babe! "A total babe!" And a "stone cold fox," whatever that means. I'm sure it's good though! She realized her pussy was dripping, and rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon."

Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word."

"I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and, mark my words, you'll find your meaty sausage sliding between her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!"

She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his tenting crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you've got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I'm sending some more Mommy fun your way."

She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored. Dang! Not that I'm complaining, but why is she so keen on having Mom help me out in a physical way? Mom's just not like that. I wish I could have a frank talk with her, but she likes to be mysterious about her scheming.

The two women stayed inside for a while. It wasn't long before Susan asked her best friend, "This may seem like kind of a strange question, but do you have any idea what a 'stone cold fox' is?"

"I sure do," Suzanne replied. "That's a woman who's a total babe, who's drop-dead gorgeous. Sweetie called you that, didn't he?"

Susan looked away shyly. "Well..." She was too modest and embarrassed to admit it.

Suzanne could easily tell she was right. "You should be very proud of yourself, because you ARE all that. But that's both an honor and a responsibility."

Susan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Clearly, he's uniquely inspired by your beauty, maybe even more so than mine." Suzanne didn't actually believe that, although she had to admit it would be a very close call, but she was trying to hype Susan up. "That means that if all else fails and he's falling behind with his daily orgasms, we may have no choice but to turn to you."

Susan's face was reddening as she considered the possibilities. "What exactly do you mean?!"

Suzanne was worried about pushing Susan too far too fast, so she was enigmatic. "We'll see. We'll see."

Susan's imagination ran wild, keeping her arousal at a high level. She had delightful yet scary visions of being "forced" to help her son with handjobs and even blowjobs on a daily basis.

Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's obviously horny mood and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some homemade cookies.

In the past, Susan could never have imagined herself wearing a bikini. Only one week earlier, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether. But even though she complained to Suzanne, "Well, if you absolutely insist," the truth was, she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son.

She changed and went back out to deliver the snack.

Alan's face broke into a great big smile when he saw her walking his way. His penis had gone flaccid, but it stiffened immediately when he saw how she was putting extra oomph into swaying her hips, which in turn caused her boobs to sway as well. And the way her face showed that she was both very aroused and very embarrassed got his heart racing with lusty need.

Mindful of Suzanne's advice to be generous with the compliments, he said, "Whoa! Mom, is today my lucky day, or what? Who is this perfect-ten busty BABE bringing me cookies?"

Susan dropped her head shyly, blushing as she stood there. She finally remembered to put the tray of oatmeal raisin cookies down on the table next to him, but then she just kept standing there.

He continued, "Seriously, who is this smokin'-hot centerfold, and what has she done with my mom?"

Susan spoke very quietly and shyly. "I am your mom." She stood still, but she felt like her body was on fire, especially her erect nipples and wet pussy.

"You are? Oh yeah; you are. I forgot to look at your face because I can't take my eyes off your awesome huge rack!"

As soon as those words left his lips, he worried that he'd gone too far. The Susan he was used to wouldn't allow that kind of talk.

To his surprised, she smiled widely. "Oh... you! You know you can't say that kind of thing about your mother's bosom. It's terribly improper." That was kind of a chastisement, but she was so clearly happy that the words had no sting.

She struck a sexier pose that showed off her "awesome huge rack" very nicely. She raised her hands up above her head as if to block the sun's glare. But in truth she didn't really care about the glare; she just knew that that position would lift and emphasize her breasts even more.

That emboldened Alan. "So what? I mean it. Come on, sit down and enjoy these cookies with me. I want to see what it's like to sit next to a bikini-clad movie star."

She positively beamed. "Oh, you! There's no movie star around here."

He loved how she turned so bashful yet giddy over the compliments. "Yes there is." He pointed north, towards Los Angeles. "You must have gotten lost. Hollywood is that way."

"Shush, you!" But it was clear she didn't really want him to stop.

She was so flattered by even more compliments from her son that she found herself sitting on the lounge chair next to his. She wound up staying for a while. She wished that she was wearing sunglasses like he was, because she was endlessly fascinated by the large lump in his swimsuit. But since he could see her eyes, she only dared to look at his crotch every once in a while..

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78 The Lovable Amy

Katherine came home around that time, noticed the poolside gathering, and put on a bikini to join in the fun.

Amy was sitting reading in her room and heard the sounds of laughing by the Plummer pool, which she could easily see from her window. (In fact, her window was the only one in the Pestridge house that looked onto the Plummer backyard.) She recalled what Katherine had told her the evening before, so she quickly came down and joined in as well.

Within minutes, Alan had gone from being alone to being surrounded by three voluptuous, scantily-clad women. (Suzanne remained in the Plummer house - for the moment.) He figured it was his lucky day, but what he didn't fully realize was that Susan was put off by Amy's presence. While she was practically family - she even called Susan "Aunt Susan" sometimes - Susan didn't know how she fit in when it came to these sexual situations.

However, Alan's hopes for something erotic happening weren't completely dashed.

Amy lay down on her stomach on a towel, with her bikini top undone and lying underneath her. After a few minutes, she sat up and began chatting with Alan. Her bikini top remained on the towel, leaving her topless.

"Hey!" cried Susan, when she noticed a few seconds later. "Amy, you've forgotten your bikini top. And in front of Tiger, no less! Please cover up immediately!"

Amy stood up and reluctantly put her hands over her breasts. But she said, "No, Aunt Susan, I haven't forgotten it. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but I thought it was okay if we expose ourselves in front of him. I thought we were supposed to dress sexily and not wear underwear and stuff. Isn't that what you all were doing the other night? Isn't that a good thing?"

Susan was flummoxed. "Well, yes, but to a certain degree only. No one asked you to run around topless!"

Amy smiled. "No one has to ask me. I think it's fun! Am I not allowed to go topless if I want to? Isn't it a pretty common thing to do around private pools in back yards?"

Susan was even more flustered trying to respond to that. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is. And since I'm not your mother, I guess I can't tell you not to. But I do disapprove. It's so improper."

Amy, completely ignoring Susan's disapproval, said, "Yeay! Thanks a lot, Aunt Susan! You're such a cool mom. It's so much more fun over here than at MY house." She stuck her tongue out at her house in playful defiance. "I'm going to jump in the pool." She took her hands off her chest and dove into the water.

Susan said to Katherine in a disapproving voice, "That Amy. She seems so free about taking her clothes off. Thank goodness, Angel, that you'd never ask me if you could go topless."

Katherine opened her mouth and then closed it in frustration. Inspired by Amy, she had been just about to ask that very thing, but Susan's comment dashed that plan.

Susan was still clueless about the extent of Katherine's sexual feelings toward Alan. She would have flipped her lid if she'd known about Katherine's pool escapade the day before. Susan's sexual attitude was very confused and unstable at that point, which meant that she was confused and inconsistent in dealing with Katherine too.

Katherine was still deciding what to do when Alan said, "Thanks, Mom, for being so cool about Amy and all. I think I'm going to jump in the pool too." He dove in, angling to get closer to Amy's generous orbs.

Katherine didn't want to be left out, so she dove in after them.

Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun. They began playing water games that none of them had played for years. For instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes closed and try to find another person.

Of course, the key fact was that Amy remained topless. As a result, Alan's dick stayed very stiff in his bathing suit.

Susan felt a child-like desire to join in. Deep down she felt like she was still a kid at heart. But she decided it would be unseemly for a parent to play such a game.

Normally, she would have brought a book to read if she was tanning herself by the pool, but she'd come out carrying nothing but the cookies. So she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, since she was still practically trembling with excitement.

However, she couldn't stop thinking. This is a very distressing situation. Amy, topless! It's not like Tiger needs the visual stimulation. His member is EXTREMELY aroused. One look at his bathing suit proves that! I sure hope Amy and Angel didn't notice, but how could they not? I have half a mind to take MY top off too! Her tone was as if she was threatening a punishment, but she belatedly realized that would be no punishment at all.

Wait. Did I really just say that? Why should I take MY top off?! How would that help anything? Although... Suzanne says I need to do more to help him with his problem. What if he got out of the pool and we were all alone, and he just started taking care of his problem then and there, while staring at my bare breasts? That would be SO HOT! Although... that would be the sin of Onan. I should be the one to help him directly! YES! Mmmm! On my knees, my bare boobs bouncing, and my fingers pumping up and down his hot pole! That's the kind of help I should give him! Oh God! Yes! Yes!

She was refraining from touching her own privates, but she realized her body was squirming around quite a lot in her lounge chair. She opened her eyes to check if anyone had noticed. To her relief, the three teens were busy having fun in the pool. She closed her eyes again and mentally reminded herself to act calm and cool. But such lusty fantasies continued to occupy her thoughts.

Amy didn't engage in any hanky-panky in their water games, but Katherine certainly did. With Susan not looking most of the time, she took every opportunity to touch Alan that she could get away with. This mostly happened when Amy had her eyes closed in their games, since games like Marco Polo involved closed eyes. Katherine would peek out when her eyes were supposed to be closed, and zoom in on Alan's body, "accidentally" rubbing her body all over his. Several times she even grabbed his erection through his shorts.

More than once, she grabbed his erection through his suit and held onto it briefly as if she were trying to figure out what the big thing between his legs was. She gasped in horror, eyes wide open in shock. Then she "realized" that she was still holding it and acted even more surprised, until she finally let go of it as if it were a hot potato.

Alan enjoyed this game a great deal, even if he couldn't really figure his sister out. He was remarkably slow on the uptake due to his lack of prior sexual experience. Even what had happened with her by the pool the day before hadn't fully clued him in to how much she lusted after him. At first he'd thought her grabbing really was accidental, since they were playing very physical games with a lot of touching and grabbing, but it happened so often that he'd eventually begun to wise up. However, he also was too shy to see what would happen if he reciprocated, especially since he never knew whether Susan or Amy might see what he was doing.

He really wanted to try something, but he kept chickening out. After a while he thought, This sucks. I need someone like Aunt Suzy to take the situation in hand, so to speak.

Katherine was having a great time, but she was irked that he didn't fondle her tits a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest repeatedly. She thought, Sheesh! How much more obvious do I have to get? Whatever hesitancy and guilt she'd had in the wake of exposing herself to him at the pool the day before was long gone, swept away in all the excitement of flirting and touching. She figured the cat was out of the bag about her attraction to him anyway.

Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun. Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion, and suggested, "Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?"

But Amy happily said, "No thanks! I put some on earlier and it's waterproof. Isn't that cool?"

Alan didn't find it so cool. He was bummed. (He didn't realize that Susan would have put a stop to him anyway, since she was concerned about him laying his hands on Amy while she remained topless.)

Katherine had used the same lotion already as well, so even though she wanted Alan to put some on her, she figured she'd get called on it.

But she figured she could at least do her part in providing some more "visual stimulation." So she decided to have her revenge at her mother's no-topless rule by lying face down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done earlier. But then she went one step further and "accidentally" undid her bikini bottoms as well, since they were the kind that could be untied on the side of the leg. She initially left them in place, but slowly let them slip open across her butt while she pretended to rest with her eyes closed.

Alan certainly didn't fail to notice what she was showing; he stared especially intently at her ass. Her body shone alluringly from all the suntan lotion and his erection showed no signs of subsiding.

Amy noticed that Katherine's bikini bottoms were coming off, but saw nothing wrong with that. In fact, after some minutes, she decided she would follow suit. She stood up and began taking her bikini bottoms off as well.

That finally forced Susan to say something. She sensed someone standing up and opened her eyes to see what was happening. When she saw Amy with her bikini bottoms down below her knees, she exclaimed, "Amy! For the love of God! What are you doing?! Stop that right now!"

Amy had managed to completely remove the bikini bottoms while Susan was complaining. She stood there just holding them in her hand, while Alan eagerly drank up her nakedness. She was providing him with a side-profile view, so he couldn't see her pussy, but the sight of her big bare ass was very nice compensation.

She stared at Susan with a clueless expression on her face. "What's wrong?"

Susan huffed, "What's wrong?! You're taking your bikini off, that's what's wrong! Put it back on, now!"

"M'kay," Amy finally said in a bummed voice. She bent over and began to stick her foot back through one leg-hole of her bikini bottoms.

Amy seemed to be having a lot of trouble putting her clothes back on. That presented Alan with the sight of her naked butt wiggling just a few feet from where he was sitting. Since he was wearing sunglasses, he could stare to his heart's content. He just assumed that no one was the wiser.

"Sorry, Aunt Susan," said Amy as she still struggled to get dressed with her bikini bottoms down around her ankles. "I was just thinking that Katherine had a good idea, and I wanted an all-over tan too."

Amy turned to face Susan as she pulled her bikini bottoms to her knees. That meant she was facing Alan too, since he was sitting on the lounge chair next to Susan's. And that meant that he had a great view of Amy's pussy from just a few feet away.

Susan gasped. "Amy! Don't let Alan see your you-know-what!"

Amy stood all the way up while leaving her bikini bottoms around her knees. "No, my what?"

Susan was franticly waving her hands. "You know, the private place between your legs!"

"My asshole?" Amy remained frozen in place until Susan explained herself.

Susan grew painfully embarrassed and found her nipples were rock hard again. "No, your other, uh, hole, er, down there."

"You mean my cunnie? My cunt?" Amy helpfully ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy.

Susan griped, "Amy! Such language!"

Alan couldn't believe how very aroused he was. Being unable to masturbate and relieve the built-up pressure was maddening. He could have readjusted his package so his erection wasn't so obvious, but he was getting a secret thrill out of keeping it blatantly obvious.

Amy still stood there, with her breasts and pussy on full display. "Well, what's wrong with showing him that? After all, Katherine is too, pretty much."

Susan's eyes had been closed for a while, since the others were resting and she was secretly reveling in her sexy incestuous fantasies. As a result, she hadn't noticed how Katherine's bikini bottoms had slid off until they covered little more than part of her ass crack. She cried in horror, "Angel, what are you doing?!"

"What? What's wrong?" Katherine asked in pretend cluelessness. "Did something happen?" She purposely sat up and turned around to look directly at her mother as she spoke. This left her bikini top on the ground, while her motion caused her bikini bottoms to fall all the way off as well.

"Angel! You're completely naked!" Susan nearly yelled, gesticulating wildly in agitation. "Put something on right away!" She reflexively put her hands over her own chest and looked over at Alan. She could read the excitement in his expression, not to mention see the size of the lewd bulge in his swimsuit. She chided him, "Tiger, don't look at your sister like that!"

Because Alan was wearing sunglasses, Susan couldn't actually tell where he was looking, but she could guess well enough. Besides, if he was looking at Amy with her bikini bottoms around her knees, that was just as bad.

Susan found herself getting flushed and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few seconds too long. She just knew that he had to be looking directly at her from behind his shades. She was further embarrassed to realize that he'd obviously noticed her checking out his package.

She tried to backtrack. "Not that I would, uh, know, er, where you're looking, Tiger. And of course I have no way of knowing that you're erect, um, uh, I mean, aroused. That is to say, excited. It wasn't like I was looking at... your... After all, I'm your mother!"

Seeing that she was just digging a deeper hole for herself, she turned to Katherine and barked, "Angel, what's gotten into you? Hurry up!"

Katherine was still sitting up, tying one side of her bikini bottoms back together. That left her topless and mostly bottomless too, since the other side of the bikini bottoms hadn't yet been re-tied. She was deliberately taking her time.

Suddenly Amy walked into Susan's view as she came over to help Katherine. "Need any help with that?" she asked sweetly. The only problem was, she was buck naked, having temporarily given up on putting on her own bikini. In fact, her bikini bottoms were no longer around her knees; they had been left behind on the ground.

Now Susan was really at a loss. "Amy! No! Please! Go back to where you were and put your own bikini back on, thank you very much! NOW, please! Let Angel take care of herself, and quicker, please. For crying out loud, everybody needs to put some clothes on!"

She thought, This is ridiculous. Amy and Angel are incorrigible. Are they purposely wallowing in depravity, or just trying to test me, or what? I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here. I might as well just take off my bikini as well. Hrmph! I'm so exposed as it is in this scandalous bikini, what would be the difference?

Her pussy started to tingle as she warmed to the idea. What if I DO just strip? After all, Suzanne says I need to give Tiger more visual stimulation. And look: Amy and Angel are both fumbling around and taking forever getting their bikinis back on. I need to defend their virtue. If I were to unleash my big breasts, certainly my Tiger would look my way instead of back and forth at the other two like he was trying to watch a ping-pong match.

He's obviously very hard. Very, very stiff. He needs to whip out his member and "jack off," as Suzanne calls it. Maybe he'd get so inspired seeing me naked that he really WOULD whip it out and stroke it right here in front of me. Er, I mean us. God, that would be SO HOT! Uh, I mean, it would be very, uh, helpful with his, uh, medical treatment.

Not only that, but Suzanne strongly made the point that it's morally imperative that Tiger should never spill his seed on the ground. If I were to suggest that he blast his creamy load all over my face and chest, I could save him from that sin! In fact, that's another excellent reason for me to take my top off, so he doesn't stain my bikini with his nasty seed when he ejaculates all over me! Oh God! Such POTENT and FERTILE seed, coming from that BIG, THICK erection of his! Mommy's just gonna DROWN in a cum bath of love!

But Susan's fantasy of stripping was just that - a fantasy. She never seriously considered the idea. As she looked around and saw Amy and Katherine as they finally finished getting their bikinis back on, she slowly returned from her erotic daydream..

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79 Son, don't look at your mother's nipples like that!"

Susan felt guilty for her hypocrisy in chastising the girls for getting naked when that's what she secretly wanted to do herself.

Once things settled down and Amy and Katherine had their bikinis back on and were lying on their own lounge chairs, Katherine said, "Sorry, Mom. I guess my bottoms must have gotten untied somehow. I didn't even realize."

Susan was so trusting that she didn't suspect deliberate shenanigans. "I'm sorry too. I guess I over-reacted. I thought you'd done that on purpose. I even forgot they made bikinis that untie like that. Let me guess - Suzanne just bought that for you."

Katherine grinned and nodded.

Susan sighed. "That woman. What is she doing to this house? Why do they make them like that, anyway?"

Katherine explained, "It's helpful if you want to eliminate tan lines. And I've got some serious tan lines I'm trying to get rid of. In fact, would it be okay if I untie them on purpose? I'll be super careful to make sure all my important spots stay covered."

Susan sighed again. "I suppose it's okay, as long as you stay extremely careful. I know how you've been trying to get rid of your tan lines lately. But be careful when you're sitting up like that, or you'll give Tiger a free show." Normally, she wouldn't have given such approval, but on some unconscious level she was hoping that the generally increasing levels of nudity would let her expose more of herself as well.

"I will," Katherine said, immediately untying her bikini bottoms again. "But... just out of curiosity, would a 'free show' be so bad? I thought we were supposed to get sexier, as you put it. That's why I was wearing a bikini in the first place. Isn't that why you're wearing one too?"

Still more than a little aroused, Susan said, "Okay, you got me. I suppose I am wearing a bikini in the hopes that Tiger will look at my nearly naked body and feel inspired to shoot a big load." She glanced over at her son, and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed that he'd just heard that. "Um, wait! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant to say is-"

Katherine interrupted, "It's okay, Mom. I know what you mean. And he thanks you for being such a cool and helpful mom, don't you, Big Brother?"

He was startled out of his babe-watching reverie from behind his sunglasses. "Me? Oh yeah, totally. Thanks. All of you."

Amy replied, "No prob, Bo. It's totally fun! I love to get naked. Aunt Susan, would you mind if I take my top off again? I promise I'll keep the bottoms on this time."

Susan sighed. "Very well. Since I'm not your mother, I guess I can't stop you."

"Woo-hoo!" Amy whipped her top off immediately.

Susan continued, "But Angel, you ARE my daughter. A little bit of visual stimulation is all well and good, but I worry about these bikinis. You know how I've complained about bikinis in the past. I don't know why I listened to Suzanne. She just bought this one for me and practically forced me to wear it. Next time I'll wear the one she bought me last week. That one is a little more respectable, at least."

Katherine giggled. "No, Mom, I think the one you've got on is great. It's the kind most people wear. I think you look super sexy. I didn't know I had a total fox for a mom."

Susan lapped up the compliment. She egged her on with the reply, "No, you're just saying that."

"No, really. Don't you agree, Brother? What's especially sexy are your nipples. I've never seen nipples so pokey. They're just about to poke right through your top. You must be thinking about something really sexy!" She giggled some more.

Susan was aghast again and blushed profusely, since the only logical candidate for her arousal had to be the ridiculously obvious bulge in her son's bathing suit. She stammered, "No, I wasn't... It's just... Tiger, don't... It's just that, uh, Son, don't look at your mother's nipples like that!"

All this talk had of course turned Alan's attention to his mother's breasts, and especially her highly visible nipples. He'd been spending much of his time at the pool staring at them and at the rest of her body from behind his dark sunglasses, but he was happy for the reminder to continue to enjoy the sight of her immense breasts.

Susan continued, while flustered and wiggling around, "Oh my goodness! I'm so embarrassed. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular! The fact that Tiger is here with his muscular chest and big bulge has nothing to do with it! Sometimes nipples just get hard for no reason, just like the private parts of men do."

Susan realized she'd said "big bulge" and blushed even more with shame. She finally put one arm over her big tits and hid her blushing red face with her other hand.

But that only aroused Alan even further, since her breasts were so big that her arm couldn't hope to cover them, and the way her tit-flesh bulged in response to the pressure was extremely titillating in its own right. On top of that, when she put her hand over her face it meant that he could stare even more blatantly at her body, now without worrying about whether she could tell where he was looking.

Susan thought, Dear Lord, please help me! I'm sticking my foot in my mouth and embarrassing myself again and again. Why do I have such wicked, sinful thoughts about my son and his phallic bulge?! Whatever happened to Suzanne?! I wish she'd come and rescue me!

In fact, Suzanne was watching from the house. She was staying away for the moment because she figured that the more people were there, the more inhibited Susan would act. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she could see enough to tell that her plan was progressing nicely. She was displeased to see Amy getting naked, but she figured it was best to let that slide for the moment, so as to not disrupt the progress being made with Susan.

Alan was definitely on the verge of cumming again, just from all the visual stimulation around him. He was grateful for Suzanne's recent help in learning to clench his PC muscle. He frantically strained with all his might to prevent himself from ejaculating into his swimsuit. He lay there as still as a statue, for fear that any friction from his swimsuit on his cockhead would push him over the edge. His heart was still thumping like mad, so much that he was even sweating from the strain.

Amy suggested, "Aunt Susan, why don't you take your top off? I'd like to see those super-pokey nipples. We could all get topless. Wouldn't that be fun? Nudity is totally neat-o! And it would be like, visual stimulation for Alan to get better. Right? This visual stimulation stuff you just talked about is the same as the effort to sex things up, isn't it?"

Susan turned yet a darker shade of red. "It is, but Amy, we'd better not. I think he has seen plenty enough of all of us already. Too much, in fact! Don't you agree, Tiger?"

"No, Mom. I'd love to see you topless. I have to agree with Sis. You ARE a total fox. A stone cold fox, like I said before. You should be proud of your impressive chest and well-built body. I don't know why you've been hiding it for so many years."

She thought to herself, I know it's weird, but can't I feel pride if my son gives me a compliment? I'm a "total stone cold fox," which sounds pretty darn good, even though I still don't know what that really means. Hee-hee! Now, if only these damned nipples would go down already!

She took another furtive glance at the bulge in her son's shorts, and then forced herself to turn away. Maybe I SHOULD go topless! Suzanne says I need to step up my efforts to help him with his spermy problem. Tiger's penis has been so very long and stiff for such a long time... The poor boy must be suffering! It's time for him to cum! And, if he were to cum on my face, or my chest, then he wouldn't be spilling his seed on the ground like Onan did! Mmmm, yes! Tiger, cum on me! Cum on Mommy!

She suddenly caught herself, and realized how much her boobs were heaving up and down in time to her heavy breathing. She folded her arms under her rack in an attempt to lessen her bouncing. Goodness gracious, how I'd love to do it. As it is, my bikini top hardly covers much anyway. But someone here needs to be the responsible one. I need to set a good example for Angel and Amy. It's Sunday afternoon and I'm completely forgetting the teachings of Jesus. Didn't He say something against nudity? He must have. Didn't He?

So she replied, "No offense, Amy, but proper ladies don't go topless. It is VERY improper. I say 'No,' and that's that. I'm sure that Tiger has had more than enough stimulation for at least a couple of nice, long ejacu-"

She cut herself off. "Um... What I mean to say is, he should be able to reach his target today just fine, especially given the way you two were gallivanting around without your bikinis. Things are getting a little out of hand here, and everyone should just relax."

She closed her eyes and tried to let her mind go blank again, but found that impossible to do. But she was determined to at least pretend that she was resting.

She sorely wished she'd worn her prescription sunglasses instead of her usual glasses, so she could stare at Alan's body from behind the dark lenses. Her nipples hadn't gone down; she could even feel them throbbing. She repeated his words: "stone cold fox," "impressive chest," "well-built body." Oh, my son, I know such superficial features don't really matter in the eyes of the Lord, but your compliments make me so happy!

A few minutes later, things calmed down just enough for Alan not to worry about spontaneously cumming into his swimsuit at any moment. But his urge to cum was as great as ever, so he politely excused himself and hurried up to his bedroom. He was so inspired by what he'd seen and heard that he came twice in quick succession..

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80 Grabbing Amy's Nipples...

That evening, Amy came over to the Plummer house again, shortly after Susan and Suzanne left the house on an errand. She walked into the house and saw Alan sitting alone on a living room sofa, just watching TV. "Hey, Bo! What's up?"

"Not much."

"Hold on a sec while I get comfy."

Alan watched from across the living room while she took off all her clothes, stood there totally naked for a few moments, and then put her shirt and shorts back on. She definitely captured his full attention! He'd long since recovered from his earlier masturbation that afternoon, so his penis quickly engorged in his shorts.

When Amy was finished, she stood directly in front of him and asked, "How's this? I'm trying to dress a little sexy, 'cos I hear that's like the new rule now."

Her tank top was white on one side and blue on the other. It was several sizes too large, so it hung upon her loosely. But at the same time, the cut was so risqué that it did little more than barely cover her ample tits. If she were to make any sudden movement, an entire boob could easily fall out of the top. As if that wasn't enough, she kept her shorts unbuttoned, allowing Alan to see the top of her bush.

After giving her a long and very appreciative inspection, he exclaimed, "You look great!"

She smiled from ear to ear. "Thanks."

At Suzanne's insistence, Susan had recently moved a short chest of drawers near the front door so that all the women could take their underwear off and on when coming or going, and leave them in the cabinet while at the Plummers'. Amy had her own drawer, so she went to it and put her underwear away.

(Unfortunately for Alan, Susan used the bathroom near the front door whenever changing into or out of something decent to wear outside the house, and everyone but Amy followed suit.)

Alan was in ecstasy from all the eye candy, but Amy's clothes in particular drove him wild, perhaps because he'd never really seen her dress like that before. Although Amy was big on nudity, Suzanne had kept that tendency in check up until this point. In fact, Suzanne was very strict about what Amy could wear, because she still thought of Amy as her "little girl" and didn't want boys to take advantage of her. Suzanne had to approve all of Amy's clothing purchases, and she applied much more conservative standards for her daughter than she did to herself.

Amy walked back to the middle of the living room, bringing a book that she'd left near the front door. "Is it cool if I just kinda hang out with you for a while?"

"Sure. What's the book for?"

"Homework stuff. I didn't know you were watching TV. But I could just watch TV for a while too."

He looked to the TV. It was just one of the 24-hour news channels, and it wasn't very interesting. He picked up the TV remote and turned it off. "Nah. I wasn't really watching anyway, and homework is more important. Please, go ahead."

"M'kay!" She sat down on an adjacent sofa and started to read her book.

Alan thought that Amy was extremely trusting and naïve; she would probably believe anything a close friend, such as he was, might say. He tried to figure out how he could use that to his advantage so he could not just look at, but also touch, her tempting body.

He thought, Mom and Aunt Suzy are out, and Sis is up in her room, which leaves me all alone with just Amy! How cool is that, when she dresses like this? And how much more awesome will it be if she's dressing all sexy like this all the time?! Dang! But she's just sitting there reading a book. I need to make something exciting happen with her! He still suffered from low self-esteem when it came to sexual matters, but now his confidence was rapidly rising, thanks mostly to everything sexual that had happened lately. It seemed as if he could do no wrong.

Alan walked over to Amy and said, "I really like what you're wearing, Aims."

(Alan and Katherine generally called Amy "Aims" when there were no adults present, just as she, and sometimes Alan, used "Kat" for Katherine, mainly in similar circumstances. In addition, Amy had her own special nickname for Alan, "Bo." This was because they felt they should be more formal around Susan, and reserving use of their nicknames for times without parents present had always made that use a special "insider" thing among the three kids.)

"Thanks!" Amy replied. She put her book aside and looked up at him with a big smile. "This morning I cut this shirt up a bit just for you. It used to go all the way down."

"For me? Wow, that's so nice. You know what I like best about your shirt?"

"What's that?" Amy asked, extremely happy because he had so rarely complimented her looks in the past.

"I like how it shows off your nipples so well. And they're not even hard."

"They're not? What's not?" she asked, looking confused.

"Your nipples, silly. You know how they get hard and pointy sometimes? Like Mom's did today at the pool? You'd look twice as sexy now if they were hard. In fact, would you mind if I touched them to make them stick out a bit more?"

"Touch them?" Amy asked, now looking a bit worried and confused. "I don't know... Looking is one thing. But my mom says I should never let a guy touch me anywhere. And especially not in a place like that!"

"Yeah, but she means other guys, not me. You know how she said the other day that you could even walk around naked in front of me and it wouldn't be a problem? And how she said I could be trusted to not do anything improper?"

"Yeah," Amy said, nodding slowly, still looking uncertain at first. "I guess she did say you could do anything to me, or something like that. And I would like to see my nipples get super pokey like Aunt Susan's did. That would be fun!"

"Exactly. I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if I just pinched your nipples a bit, like this." He reached out with one hand and began playing with her nipples through her top.

"Oooh!" said Amy with a somewhat erotic moan. "That makes me feel kinda funny. You sure this is okay?"

"Heck, you're not even naked, and your mom said that was okay. But if you're worried that she'd mind, why don't we just not tell her? Unless you want me to stop." He now had his hands on both of Amy's nipples, which was making her feel extremely 'funny'.

"Gosh no! Don't stop. That feels super good!"

"Aims, haven't you ever pinched your own nipples before?" he asked with genuine surprise.

"Yeah, but Mom says I'm not allowed to touch myself in any way that makes me feel too good. She can be a real meanie when she treats me like a little kid. So I'm not sure if she'd approve, 'cos this is making me feel really good. And it feels tons better than I remember, maybe because you're doing it."

Alan was amazed that Amy actually obeyed her mother about such things. Almost every child was told that they shouldn't masturbate, but almost everyone did it anyway. He said soothingly, "But you see, it's okay because I'm the one touching them, not you. So it's kind of a loophole." Both her nipples were rock hard as he kept working them with his fingers.

"Oh, I see. ... M'kay!" she said, now seemingly satisfied with his explanation.

"You see how much sexier you look with your nipples so hard?" He finally took his hands off her tits so she could look down at her nipples.

"Yeah. Neat-o!" she replied enthusiastically. She took her top off completely, the better to view her hard nipples, and then wiggled her naked tits around playfully. "Look at 'em!" She bent over and whirled so the centrifugal force would throw her breasts up and out while her firm, round ass pointed the other way. "Wooooo!" She giggled as she let her bare breasts bounce and swing.

That further drove any semblance of reason from Alan's brain. He felt uncharacteristically wicked urges arise. God, she's so sexy! And so easy! It's like she just wants to get fucked, taking her clothes off at the drop of a hat. Hell, all of a sudden all of the women around here are acting like they're aching to get fucked. Maybe it's time I start taking care of the fucking duties around here, starting right here with Aims!

He didn't notice Amy's brief grin as his eyes glazed over with intense lust.

He put a hand on one of her breasts and another on her stomach. "Look how fit you are, Aims," he pointed out as he began to rub his hand over her stomach. "I love clothes like this that show off your belly button and stomach, 'cos you've got such a nice body."

"Thanks! I'll wear more like this if you like."

"Oh, definitely. But only in this house, right?" One of his hands circled around her back, while the other cupped the entirety of her tit. He periodically pinched and teased her nipple as well. He was so aroused that he couldn't believe it. His stiff erection ached in his shorts.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want any other guy to see me like this. Just you..." she said, in an increasingly dreamy and absent-minded voice.

His hand moved back to her stomach, and then moved further down. He thought to himself, Dang, I don't care if she is innocent Amy, I'm so sexually worked up lately I just have to fuck somebody! I can't wait to see what real fucking is like. It's way better than having these thoughts about my sister or mother, at least. I'll bet Aims is willing, and damn the consequences!

His thoughts drifted lower, along with his hand. "I really like your shorts too. How is it they became unbuttoned?" he asked as he reached a hand into the area exposed by the lack of buttoning and began rubbing around there.

"I thought you'd find that sexy," she said. "I totally want to help out with all the visual stimulation and stuff."

"Thanks. I do! I do! I find it really sexy when you expose your boobs, like you did this afternoon. Your ass is totally amazing too. And I find it even more-"

She interrupted. "Golly! What's that? That thingy in your pants?" She pointed a finger right at his crotch. His hard-on was not only straining against the fabric lewdly, but it was actually throbbing visibly in his shorts.

"Um, Aims, you should know what body part that is. It gets, uh, like that when-"

All of a sudden, he stopped what he was saying and froze. He'd heard the sound of Katherine opening the door of her room. The odds were good that she'd come downstairs and see them. Dammit! So close! Frustrated again! He had just put his fingers into the top of Amy's bush. He'd never touched a vagina before, and now it looked like he'd have to wait some more.

"Why don't we finish this later?" he suggested as he took his hands off Amy and tried to find a casual sitting position that hid his erection. "I think Kat is coming downstairs, and she gets a little bit jealous when she sees me touch other girls, especially someone as beautiful as you."

"Beautiful? You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Bo! That's superfantabuwonderiffic!" Amy blushed a deep red, but smiled widely.

He smiled, because he liked her unusual habit of making up her own words by stringing words or parts of words together. He also liked the fact that she'd used her own private name for him, which she'd made up in childhood when Susan had objected to her imitating Kat and calling him "Bro". Whenever he heard her say "Bo" it always made him feel close to her, like family.

At the same time, he groaned inwardly. Arrgh! That episode only made me more frustrated sexually! I never get a chance to be alone with Aims, especially lately. When will I have a chance to pursue her a bit more? And when will I finally get to fuck somebody, anybody?

Katherine walked down the stairs, but stopped when she looked into the room. She was very surprised, because Amy was still topless. Damn! The competition is getting tougher all the time. I can't afford to fall behind. Still, that's kind of cool. Things are sexing up in a big way around here, which will give me my chance!

Katherine had been noticed, but Amy was busy reading her book again, and Alan was pretending to do something, although he wasn't sure what. He looked around and grabbed a magazine from the coffee table. He held it up like he was reading, but he was far too excited to pay attention to the words.

Meanwhile, Katherine was psyching herself up. This is the kind of situation I've been dreaming about for ages! True, I didn't envision Amy here too, but she can be a helpful catalyst. And just look at the bulge in Brother's shorts! WOW! I've gotta rise to the occasion and sex things up to an even higher degree!

She walked into the living room, acting as if nothing was unusual. "Hi, Aims. Boy, it sure is some heat wave, huh? What a good idea to go topless. Do you mind if I join you?" She began taking off her shirt even before Amy could reply.

"Cool beans!" Amy replied. She was an extremely friendly person, seemingly without a jealous bone in her body.

The three of them sat and started to chat about inconsequential things.

But after only a minute or so, Amy asked Katherine, "So, do you think showing our titties to Alan is okay?"

Katherine replied, "Definitely! It's more than okay. In fact, I think you're gonna see a lot more of that kind of thing around here from now on."

"Really? Why?"

Katherine thought about hinting about Alan's rather unique treatment, but she wasn't sure if Susan and Suzanne would approve. So she just said, "Before, the three of us were kids. But now we're turning into adults, and adults can be more lax about that kind of thing. Not with just anybody, obviously, but we're like family, so it's okay. Right?"

"Totally!" Amy eagerly agreed. "Cool! Super double awesome cool! I just LOVE being nude, but Mom only lets me do that in my room. Even then, she gets all huffy about it."

Thinking about Brad and Eric, Katherine said, "Well, that's understandable. I don't think your brother or dad would understand if you started running around your house topless. But Alan here is okay with it, aren't you?"

"Definitely," he said. He couldn't believe this conversation was going on with both girls sitting naked from the waist up. "I think it's great."

"Cool beans!" Amy said with her usual boundless enthusiasm. "Hey! Who do you think has bigger boobs?"

"Huh?"

"Kat and me, our boobs are just about the same size. But whose do you think are bigger?" Amy raised her globes, making them look even larger.

Alan was struck speechless. His dick was painfully aroused, and he wished that Suzanne was helping him with tactile or oral relief at that very instant. "Um..."

Katherine didn't want to lose out, so she cupped her boobs and hefted them up too. "Yeah, Bro, who does have the bigger boobs?"

It was a very close call. If Alan had been completely honest, he would have to give the slight edge to Amy. But he wanted to be diplomatic, so he said, "I don't know. It's too hard to tell."

Amy made a sad pout. "Awww. I know it's a silly thing, but I totally want to know. Isn't there some way you could better judge their sizes?" She arched her back and stretched, while continuing to cup her hefty melons.

Katherine didn't know that Alan had been fondling Amy's boobs just before she came in, but she really wanted him to fondle her own. She knew Amy was extremely easygoing and would agree to almost anything she proposed, so she tested the waters. "Aims, what if he checks us out with his hands? Then maybe he'll be able to tell."

"Yeah! M'kay! Let's do it!" She suddenly got up. "I'll go put on some music and we can party! Do you have some B-52's CDs lying around?" Amy loved lively, danceable music, and the B-52s were one of her favorite bands.

But just as Amy bent over in front of the CD player, they heard the garage door opening.

"Oh no!" Alan groaned in dismay. "That must be Mom and Aunt Suzy!" He thought, Talk about lousy timing! I was so close to titty heaven!

Sure enough, Suzanne and Susan had come back from shopping. Both Amy and Katherine knew their mothers would not approve of what they'd been doing, so they quickly put their shirts back on before they were discovered.

Alan realized it was actually quite lucky that Katherine had come downstairs when she did, or he could have found himself in an extremely compromising situation in front of the two mothers. Alan, control your urges, he said to himself. You could have totally blown it. Patience! This is all gonna get really good if you're just a little more patient.

Besides, maybe it was a good thing I got interrupted twice. I was so excited that I was on a hair trigger. If I could have fondled their boobs freely I probably would have squirted a big load in my shorts.. Man, that would have been embarrassing! Probably would have been worth it though!

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81 First Deepthroat with Aunt Suzy.

Amy went back home shortly afterwards. She figured her fun was over now that the two mothers were present.

But the fun was far from over for Alan. Happily for him, Suzanne seemed to sense that he was just about to go insane from stimulation and lack of release, so she took him back to his room just a few minutes later.

As soon as she closed the door to his room behind her, she started stripping. "Sweetie, whip out that sweet cock-meat of yours. Your Aunt Suzy has gone all day without sucking your cock and that needs to change right now!"

Alan laughed. "Sweetness! Aunt Suzy, I love your brazen sexuality and explicit talk. I don't know where I stand with the others, but with you, you know what you want and you just go after it. I don't think any of the others have even said the word cock, ever!"

She grinned as she stepped out of the last of her clothes. "Well, I don't know about them, but I'm going to take your cock, hold your cock, stroke your cock, and then stick your cock down my throat so I can suck your cock for hours! So don't cock things up or get cocky about it. Cock, cock, cock, cockedy cock! COCK!"

They both laughed.

Then Suzanne got serious and got down to business. She said, "Remember when I said that you'd better get used to the sight of me naked and on my knees, sucking your cock?"

"Yeah? I mean, how could I ever forget that?!"

"Well, here we go." She crawled across the room to him on all fours. She shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled. As she went, she said, "How do you like seeing your Aunt Suzy crawl like a hungry animal so she can eat your fuck-meat? Does that turn you on? I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.

He groaned loudly and lustily as her lips slid back and forth over his sweet spot. "Oooooh! Yeeeessss" Goditssogood! Gonna need to cum already!

He squeezed his PC muscle frantically. He didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming in less than a minute. But after all the fun with Amy and Katherine downstairs, and then seeing Suzanne crawl naked on all fours, it was a difficult struggle.

As she licked and sucked, she thought, What's come over me? All this crawling, for one thing. I've NEVER done that kind of thing before for any guy in my life! It's not dignified. The problem is, for perhaps the first time in my life, I'm with the man I really love and I want to wow him. I want him to go absolutely ga-ga every time he sees me. But I do need to settle down and keep my dignity. No more of this crawling around, even though it is kind of fun to just go wild.

Despite the fact that Alan had recently started to practice the pubococcygeal (PC) muscle squeezing technique known as "Kegel exercises," named after the gynecologist Dr. Arnold Kegel who first described them, he didn't have the self-control to hold out for long in the face of such an all-out sexual attack. He tried his best, but he could no more stop his relentless rush towards orgasmic overload than he could stop a runaway truck barreling towards him.

Suzanne's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, impossibly long, wrapping itself nearly all the way around his erection. He thought that was physically impossible, but it sure appeared that way. And her lips were just as ever-present. She could move like lightning, doing the most unexpected things, and then at other times caress his shaft with her tongue and lips in a very romantic and affectionate way. As if that wasn't enough, her fingers stayed busy too, usually playing with his balls, or stroking those remaining inches of his shaft that weren't in her mouth.

Sure enough, in only a minute or two, he made some loud guttural warning groans and began to spurt.

Suzanne didn't back off, but just kept stroking, sucking, and licking, attempting to pleasure him 'to the last drop'. She made sure not to have his erection too far down her throat when he came though, so that his cum wouldn't go straight down her gullet without her being able to taste it.

When it was all over, he sat back and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell as he recovered his breath.

Suzanne looked up. "What is it? Sweetie, you look sad. Don't tell me I did a bad job, 'cos I know I didn't. I'd think you'd be ecstatic."

"Well, I am! You made me feel soooo great that I can't even put it into words. Dang, you're good! And I really needed that. But it was over so fast. I have no control at all. I feel like I'm just not living up to the kind of guy you deserve."

Suzanne guffawed. "Oh, that's rich! Sweetie, I could get used to this. I've been with a lot of men, but already I can tell that you're the best."

He frowned sadly, even while he admired her naked, kneeling body. "Best? Best at what? Ejaculating as soon as you touch me? I don't know what to do. You're just too much woman. I can't hold out."

"That's so sweet. But think about it. You're just starting out. You're just starting to learn control of your PC muscle. Besides, I can be pretty overwhelming at times."

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "That you can."

Suzanne kept talking, "And I'm not allowing you to touch me, so all you CAN do is sit there. And it was mostly my fault, 'cos I got so excited that I didn't try to pace and prolong things at all. Don't worry. Okay, technically you may not yet be the best, but you will be. You've got all the tools." She reached out and held his flaccid penis as she said the word "tools."

"Like what?" he asked. "An above-average penis size? A lot of guys have that."

"True, you have that, and a few other nice attributes like your surprisingly sweet cum, but you have so much more. It's the intangibles. Aspects of your personality that just make a woman enjoy having sex with you. I don't want to go into them now though, because we've got better things to do."

She began to rub his flaccid penis in her hands. Then she bent forward and began licking his balls with her long tongue.

That made him remember his previous curiosity about the exact length of her obviously very long tongue. In fact, he grew so curious that he finally grew bold enough to ask, "Speaking of attributes, can you stick your tongue out for me?"

"A-ha! You noticed. Sure." She stuck it out all the way, revealing to him the longest tongue he'd ever seen.

He was impressed; it was even longer than he'd imagined. It looked like she'd even be able to touch the tip of her nose with it. "Wow! That's cool. Obviously you're the only one who's ever blown me, but I have a feeling you're extra good at it, thanks to your tongue."

She chuckled. As she started to talk, she licked up and down the side of his shaft while continuing to show off just how long her tongue was. "Oh, I'm good all right, but it's not just my tongue. It's like with you; it's the intangibles. For one thing, the passion, the engagement. When I jack you off or suck your cock, I just want to give you the highest high you've ever had in your entire life, and I'll stop at nothing to make sure that you get it." She certainly didn't lack in confidence, but she had good reason to boast.

He'd figured it would take ten minutes or more for his penis to revive, but between what her hands were doing to it, her intense look right into his eyes, her naked body, and her words, he found it already growing turgid. Oh man! Here we go again. So good!

He asked, "What about your husband?"

She grimaced. "What about him?"

"Don't you satisfy him? Doesn't he satisfy you? Whatever happened between the two of you? That's always been a mystery to me. He's like some kind of big, powerful, rich guy. What are you doing with a nerdy loser kid?"

"Are you trying to get me to stop stroking you? Geez. First question: yes I did, with ease, way back in the days when we actually had sex. Second question: yeah, he was good enough, back in those days. But now he's TOO rich. TOO powerful. We don't even relate anymore."

"But what happened? I still kinda remember when you two were really happy?"

She gave him a look that made clear that question wasn't welcome and he wasn't going to get an answer. She didn't want to reopen painful old wounds.

He wisely changed the topic slightly. "But what about other guys? I mean, you're Aunt Suzy, you're like some kind of walking, talking orgasm. You could have your pick of any guy. You could be with some buff lifeguard or bodybuilder or Donald Trump or something."

She laughed. "Ha! I've been with lifeguards and bodybuilders, and a lot more. I'm not proud to admit it, Sweetie, but I've had a lot of affairs since I gave up on my husband." She chuckled, "Donald Trump, so far, has escaped my sweep. But I've been with his type. Egotistical assholes, the whole lot of them. If a guy has something special, like a ten-inch dick or a million-dollar yacht, he comes to think he's God's gift to women. I piss on the whole lot of them. My affairs with those self-centered jerks are over."

She looked up into his eyes and said with great sincerity, even as she kept stroking, "You're different. That's what I'm talking about with the intangibles. Your mom and I, we raised you right. Susan can be over the top with her religious mumbo-jumbo, but there's a lot to be said for raising a kid with those old-time values. I feel confident that, no matter how good things get for you, you're not going to become an asshole. That's because you have class. You've got a moral backbone. You've got modesty. I know you're only eighteen and you're still maturing, but you're already more mature than many much older guys - my husband for instance - because you've got the fundamentals."

She added, "Heck, you're probably more mature than I am in a lot of ways. I can be pretty selfish and hedonistic sometimes." She thought about the duplicity in her entire six-times-a-day scheme. She wasn't proud of herself, but she felt that in this case the end justified the means, and that everyone involved would benefit quite a lot.

She looked down at his erection. It was back at full strength, so she started devoting more attention to it. "No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Sweetie. You're the best. I'm gonna stick to you like glue, if you'll have me. My only slight frustration is that I'm going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine and who knows who else."

His heart practically stopped beating upon hearing that. "What?! Mom? Sis? No way!"

"Yeah way. I've said this to you before, Sweetie. Just give it a little time, and mark my words: it'll happen. Your mother is so cock-hungry already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You notice that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look she has all the time now? That's 'cos she's always thinking about your dick. She's thinking about fondling it. She's even thinking about sucking on it."

Talking about sucking reminded Suzanne to lean forward and begin licking the tip of his cock. But she was able to do that, and stroke with her hands, and keep talking too. "And I heard about her nipple incident at the pool today. What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened missile silos? It's you, mister."

He knew with his logical mind that what she was saying was true, but it was just so staggering, and the implications were even more mind-blowing, that it didn't seem real to him.

She went on, "And I've seen how your sister looks at you too. She's quite a hottie, don't you think? Can't you just picture her nursing a big fat Alan boner between her lips?"

He groaned as he pictured it. He was even more aroused because she was lapping against his sweet spot like a hungry dog.

She said, "I'll bet before long, both of them will be calling dibs, vying to see who gets to stroke you and blow you next. Just give it time. I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you that we be the one allowed to suck your cock next!"

"Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy, don't talk like that! I'm just some guy. That could never be. I don't deserve it."

She shot him a dirty look and gave his erection a slightly painful squeeze. "Don't say that again, you hear? You're not just 'some guy.' True, you're not perfect; nobody is. You've got issues, like a lack of self-confidence. But you're special."

Out of nowhere, she started to tear up. "You're my special Sweetie and I love you. So much!"

By the time she got to saying "so much," tears were rolling down her cheeks because she was overcome with emotion as she tried to convey the depth of her love for him. However, she hated to cry; she thought it was a sign of weakness.

She also had trouble telling him in words just how much he meant to her. So she pulled herself together and distracted herself by devoting all her attention to the blowjob. She'd been passionate before, but now she sucked him with abandon. She tried to show him how much she loved him with her tongue, lips, and hands instead.

Alan was overwhelmed by what she'd said and by her tearing up, even more than by her insanely pleasurable blowjob. It took him over a minute after she'd stopped talking to get himself together enough to say in reply, "Aunt Suzy, I love you too." She hadn't actually said "I love you" as a direct, isolated statement, but he knew that she meant it.

He could hear her emotionally choke up again, and he felt it too since his dick was well inside her mouth.

He added, "And I'm not just saying that 'cos you're so sexy and stacked and great at handjobs and cocksucking. I mean, you're my Aunt Suzy. What more can I say? You're right up there with Mom as the most important person in my life, and that's the highest compliment I can think of. I know you love me, and, well, it just makes me love you back even more."

Suzanne was so moved that she was certain she was really going to lose it and cry her eyes out. But her tough persona kicked in. She stopped her blowjob long enough to say in a semi-joking voice, "Stop your blubbering already. You sound like a girl."

They both laughed.

Suzanne sighed as she lovingly caressed his hard shaft and cockhead with both hands. She gave it a few kisses, and then a few long licks, and then she said, "It's going to be a shame, having to share this sweet meat. But that's okay." She said to herself as much as to him, "Six times a day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me. I don't mind sharing a little."

Then, in a nasty, sultry voice, she spat out, "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock. Really good." She swallowed him deep.

He didn't realize it, because he was so out of his mind with arousal, plus he'd never experienced it before, but she actually accidentally deep-throated him. Suzanne knew all kinds of sexual tricks and techniques, but deep throating wasn't something she had tried since she was in college. It wasn't easy for her, and so it wasn't something she was willing to try unless she was really in love. Unfortunately, until Alan, she hadn't truly been in love for a long, long time.

Even with Alan, she hadn't intended to deep throat him, at least not any time soon. She liked the idea of surprising him with new things from time to time, and that was something she figured she could treat him with well down the road, after she'd had a chance to practice it on a dildo and get good at it. But her desire for his dick was so strong that she kept sucking more and more of it into her mouth until she realized with great surprise that she'd reached where her gag reflex would trigger.

At that point she paused, uncertain what to do. She thought back to her previous deep-throating efforts many years earlier, but they weren't good memories. She recalled a lot of discomfort and no additional pleasure. But her love and lust for Alan were so strong that she thought, What the hell? Why not? and she kept going.

To her surprise, she managed to swallow most of his cockhead, and with a lot less discomfort than she'd anticipated.

He groaned exceptionally loudly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he hung on as waves of extreme euphoria washed over him. She didn't know why the deep throating was happening relatively easily for her. She suspected that she was feeling both exceptionally cock-hungry and very relaxed, and that she might not be able to duplicate it again very readily anytime soon, so she should take full advantage of the opportunity. As a result, she pulled back, inhaled deeply, and dove all the way down his shaft once again.

One thing she didn't like about deep throating was the frustration of not being able to breathe while her throat was obstructed. So she made long deep-throating lunges, but only stayed down for a few seconds. Then she would alternate with tongue work right on his sweet spot until she was ready to make another short-duration deep lunge.

She needed his cum right away, and was determined to use every trick she knew to get it.

He blew his load about a minute later. When he started, she was deep throating him again. But, sensing his impending eruption, she pulled up at the last moment so she could taste his cum flowing through her mouth before it disappeared down her throat.

Just as he came, she touched her clit and exploded in climax at the same time.

He'd never felt so good, so satisfied. But it wasn't just the sheer joy and intense pleasure of a great blowjob. He felt a deeper love and connection with Suzanne than ever before, and that felt far better than the mere physical pleasure between them.

She got up next to him and they cuddled for a while as they recovered. He wished he could kiss her, and he brought his face close to hers, but for some reason she didn't seem open to that, and turned her head away. She also made sure he kept his hands by his sides instead of letting him explore her lush, curvy body.

But their cuddle was pretty awesome just the same. He knew that his bond and emotional closeness with her was getting stronger thanks to moments like those.

As they cuddled, he asked, "Aunt Suzy... Did you... This is kind of a weird question, but did you just deep throat me?"

She grinned. "Yes. Yes, I did."

"Wow! I didn't know you knew how to do that."

"Frankly, I didn't either. It just kind of happened. Don't expect it to happen again. I don't know what you've read or seen, but deep throating is NOT EASY for a woman to do. Well, at least that's the case for most women, including me. Maybe some women feel differently, but it usually isn't that pleasurable either. With you, I did it and I even kind of enjoyed it, because, well, you're my Sweetie. You're my special guy. It made me happy hearing you groan in ecstasy like you'd just entered Heaven."

"I did!"

She chuckled, lovingly brushing a hand through his hair. "See? That's what I'm talking about. You're such a cutie, so full of enthusiasm. But seriously, consider that a special treat that might not happen again. Frankly, I don't even know if I can do it again! Try sticking a finger down your throat and see what happens, and then imagine how much more difficult it would be with a dick the size of yours instead of just a skinny fingertip."

He tried sticking his finger down his throat, but gave up after just a second or two. He could see her point. He gave her a hug. "Wow. Aunt Suzy, you're the best! You make me so happy, and not just sexually. Just knowing that you care and that you're always there for me puts wind in my sails and makes me want to be a better person. And as a bonus, you're very cuddly!" He tightened his hold on her and kissed her bare shoulder, since that was right in front of his face.

She chuckled at his "very cuddly" comment, squeezing him back. But at the same time his words warmed her heart so much that she had to fight not to shed tears of joy. She thought, I feel the same, Son. All that right back at ya, and then some. Susan isn't the only one coming out of her shell lately. I feel more alive than I've felt in years, and it feels so good! So good to be loved!

She normally tried not to call him "Son," even in her thoughts, but that's how she thought of him in her heart of hearts..

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82 Wet T-Shirt - Shower - Kath

Katherine had been eavesdropping on Suzanne's earlier sexual activities with Alan, so she went to her room, ready to eavesdrop on this latest blowjob too.

She very much wanted to listen in again, but unfortunately for her, Susan had the same plan. The two of them kind of lingered in the hall and bathroom area just outside the closed door to Alan's bedroom. They both waited for the other one to leave so they could eavesdrop, but neither one did.

After an awkward minute, Katherine went back to her room but kept the door open. That foiled Susan, since from within her room Katherine could see Alan's door just across the hallway. But Susan went to her bedroom down the hall and kept her door open. That foiled Katherine, since Susan could see and hear down the hall.

As a result, both of them missed the big emotional moment between Alan and Suzanne.

After two blowjob orgasms in quick succession from Suzanne, Alan felt she'd not only sucked his balls completely dry, she'd sucked his soul right out of him as well.

He was tired, hot, and sweaty, so after she left, he got up and staggered off to take a shower before going to bed. He put on a robe and headed across the hallway to the bathroom adjacent to Katherine's room, but just as he was opening his door, his mother called him into her bedroom to talk to him. He headed off in that direction instead, still feeling sticky and yucky.

Katherine also heard Susan's call, and saw her opportunity for action. She felt Suzanne was pulling far ahead in the contest for Alan's affections, so she needed to do something to make her mark or she would have to go back to pining away with her secret crush on him. Therefore she snuck into the shower while he was in Susan's room, hoping to surprise him there.

Down the hall, Alan walked into Susan's room, and asked, "What's up, Mom?"

Susan was sitting on her bed, but in an unusual position, curled up with her knees to her chest and her arms around her legs. She seemed sad or worried. She asked in a quiet voice, "Did you have a fun time with Suzanne just now?"

"Yes, I did. She helped me do my thing. She was really great."

"That's nice." But Susan seemed even sadder.

He walked closer and asked her, "Anything wrong? Are you upset or something?"

She exhaled heavily. "No, I'm fine. It's just... Well, things are changing. You're becoming a man. I'm having to think of you in a sexual way because you're becoming sexually active, even if it's all only to help with your medical treatment."

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and took her hand. "Hey, Mom, it's okay. I'm still the same me. Things will be fine, I'm sure. I still love you, and I know you love me. We'll get through whatever problems come up, because we're a team." He was reluctant to express his love to Suzanne or Amy because their exact status was unclear, and it didn't seem "cool" to talk about love with Katherine, but he had no hesitation in telling his mother how much he loved her, so he said it a lot.

She didn't have any hesitation either. "Son! I love you so much! You're right. I'm sure things will be fine. It's just that you're growing up, and that's a part of life."

He smiled encouragingly, and then leaned in to kiss her. He kissed her cheek and then the tip of her nose before he pulled back.

Her heart leapt to her throat for an excited moment when she thought he would kiss her lips. She had to hide her disappointment when he didn't.

Sensing that he'd helped Susan out of whatever weird mood she'd been in, he said goodbye and headed back down the hall to take his shower.

Susan wanted to ask him all about the handjob or blowjob that Suzanne had obviously just given him, but she was nowhere near ready to talk to him about such things. Curiosity was welling up in her, but she was forced to wait until later, perhaps tomorrow morning's exercise session, when she could hear about it from Suzanne.

Meanwhile, Katherine stripped and hopped into the shower before Alan got there. She left her shirt on, knowing that the wet T-shirt look could be even more arousing than complete nakedness. She also wore rubber clogs that helped tone up her legs just like high-heeled shoes. She turned on the water to get herself wet, but then turned it back off so he wouldn't realize she was there.

Alan walked in, picked up a towel, and closed the door before the presence of his nearly naked sister even registered on his brain. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open in shock. But his surprise wasn't nearly as great as it would have been had she not done a striptease for him by the pool the day before, or been topless with Amy earlier, or been grabbing at his erection in the pool earlier that day. Clearly, she was acting in a new, provocative way around him.

"Sis! What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed. He gawked in particular at her fully-exposed pussy.

"Oh, nothing much; just taking a shower." She didn't seem perturbed or surprised by his presence, but asked, "The bigger question is: What are YOU doing here? Are you trying to spy on your naked little sister?"

"No, no, no! No, it's not like that. I didn't even know that you were in here, is all!"

"Then why are you looking at me that way? If I didn't know better, I'd think you're looking straight between my legs!"

Her indignation was just a ruse to keep him talking and staring. In fact her labia were spread deliberately wide for his viewing, and she made no attempt to close her legs. If anything, she spread them even further apart.

But then he started paying even more attention to her hands. She was holding the hose to the shower nozzle with both hands, right in the middle of her chest, and rubbing her hands up and down the hose as if it were a phallus.

That flustered him even more. Seeing Suzanne naked was one thing, but seeing his sister this way, so ready and eager for sexual fun, was still a huge shock to his system. With Suzanne he felt somehow safe in knowing that there were boundaries, but he knew his sister well. She was more impetuous and untamed; with her, anything was possible. In addition, she was his sister!

"Sorry! I'm really sorry!" he said extremely apologetically. "I didn't mean to be looking at anything. I'll go now."

He paused at the door and, with his eyes averted, asked, "Sis, what's going on? Why is everybody, like ... just totally ... all the nakedness! Why?!" But he was too flummoxed to stick around to form a more coherent question, much less get an answer. He fled from the bathroom.

Damn, Katherine thought. I should have started slowly and worked up to more. Next time he'd better watch out, 'cos I'm going to "sex him up" until he has a heart attack! This is too much fun not to do. The cat's out of the bag that I want him, so there's no reason not to go for broke! Aunt Suzy's already sucking his cock; I have to catch up to that soon or fall behind. Oh God, I love you, Big Brother!

She turned the water back on and used the shower hose to blast water at her pussy until she had a nice climax. She used one hand to keep stroking the hose, pretending it was her brother's hard-on.

Had it not been for that shower encounter, Alan would have gone to bed masturbating to thoughts of Suzanne. As it was, his mind was a jumble and he thought of Katherine, Suzanne, Susan, and even Amy. He kept thinking of Suzanne's comment: "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock."

He had no trouble getting aroused, and soon fell into a deep, dream-filled sleep after shooting his sixth load into a towel. (His total included a masturbation session before church, and others before and after his mid-afternoon nap.) All in all, it had been another great day for him..

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83 Half Naked Susan - Blue Balls for Alan before School

On Monday morning, as Alan lay in bed after waking, he thought, Man oh man! I can't wait to start another day. My life has gotten so interesting. I can see a definite pattern developing: with each new day, the clothing of all the lovely ladies at home gets a little bit more provocative. There've been a truly incredible number of times all four of them had been naked, or nearly naked, in the past few days. How long will it take before everyone ends up naked all the time?!

Normally, Susan was an early riser, so she was usually already showered and dressed by the time Alan came downstairs for breakfast in the morning. But on that day she was still wearing a bathrobe when he walked into the kitchen.

It started out tightly wrapped around her but, as breakfast went on, it began to loosen on her body and the proportion of her cleavage that was visible grew.

When Katherine came downstairs, that didn't seem to inhibit Susan's behavior at all.

As Susan served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, so much so that on one or two occasions one or both of her creamy tits almost fell out of her robe altogether. But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the entire time.

Nearly, but not all the time. She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant eyeful, and she loved it. But even as she did these things, her face was filled with worry and doubt.

She wondered, Just what am I doing here? We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job of tantalizing Tiger far too much? Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him so much? This time I can't even say that Suzanne made me wear this.

The problem is, this robe is the ONLY thing I'm wearing! I feel so naughty, but it feels... so good! And tingly! There must be something wrong with me. I'm falling into wickedness and sin, but I can't help myself!

She was wracked with moral doubt and guilt, but she found herself showing off her body to Alan anyway. She simply tried her best to not think about what she was doing or why, but just to do it.

The one overriding thought she maintained was, The doctor says this is what Tiger needs. She also repeated like a mantra, The penis in the abstract. Don't think of it as his penis. The penis in the abstract.

Alan had great difficulty eating his breakfast of French toast, scrambled eggs, and fruit. Susan didn't say much to him, or even overtly flirt with her body, but she seemed to be constantly hovering around him, asking whether he needed anything. The front of her robe was open down to her cute belly button, which meant he could see all of her deep cleavage and even much of the undersides of her huge round globes. It was a miracle she didn't show her nipples more, but they seemed to be caught on the inside edges of the robe most of the time.

As if that wasn't tantalizing enough for him, Katherine sat across from him with most of the buttons undone down the front of her blouse. He could see nearly as far down into her cleavage as he could with his mother's. All throughout the meal his sister repeatedly leaned forward over the table, showing off even more of her ample chest.

Meanwhile, Susan frequently glanced at his crotch. She wasn't even subtle about it. Each time she looked, she saw Alan's stiff erection tenting his shorts. By and by, she got so worked up that she started to feel it was getting a little bit longer and thicker with every glance.

She thought, Oh my goodness! What kind of cruel fate gave me such a well-endowed son? I wouldn't be surprised if his member is ten inches long, if not an entire foot! All this stimulation is good for him. That's why I'm not chiding Angel for acting like a wanton hussy. But I don't know if this helps him with his problem unless he gains release. I wish there was some way I could help make that happen, right now!

Let's face it: I'm naked under my robe, and my breasts are on display more often than not. Everything is so hot! I feel like I'm burning up! Would it really be wrong if I let my robe slip off my shoulders altogether? And then... then... if I were to drop to my knees, unzip his shorts, and...

Oh no! Such sinful thoughts! I can't go there! He DOES need that kind of help; there's no doubt about it. But Suzanne needs to be the one to give it. Unfortunately, she's not here! Isn't it my motherly duty? Oh, but I can't! But why do I feel so tingly?! Even my nipples are feeling funny. And what if he smells that I'm wet down below? That would be totally humiliating. I HAVE to get my act together!

She didn't realize it, but she was repeatedly licking her lips while staring with undisguised lust right at the bulge of his crotch. She even reached inside her robe and experimentally felt one of her erect nipples for a few moments, before she finally fled back to the kitchen.

The problem was, arousing sights like his mother's obvious lust kept Alan's dick extremely erect, but there was nothing he could do to relieve the pressure. He couldn't jack off under the table, not with Katherine sitting right there, and there wasn't enough time for him to go back to his room or the shower and masturbate in either one of those places before he left for school.

As a result, he left for school with a bad case of blue balls.

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After Susan's children were gone, she went about collecting yet another load of laundry from her kids' rooms. She couldn't help herself while doing that and wound up sniffing the moist spots on the towels and sheets she'd removed from Alan's room. The smell of her son's cum made her giddy and nearly dizzy. Thus, once she started the laundry, she was "forced" to perform her now daily "breast exam" in the shower.

When her climaxes were over, she felt even worse about how she was blatantly showing herself off, not to mention guilty over her frequent masturbation sessions. The 'breast self-exam' excuse had worn thin for her, as now she gave as much attention to her pussy as to her boobs. She vowed to herself, I'm going to stop dressing like a hussy starting right now. Tiger will just have to get his visual stimulation somewhere else.

But then Suzanne came over for their usual daily exercise session. Suzanne was hardly through the door before Susan began pestering her with questions about what she'd done to Alan in his room the night before.

The two of them sat down at the kitchen counter and drank green tea while Suzanne described the two blowjobs she'd given Alan in such detail that it seemed as if she described every single lick and suck she'd given his boner. The only editing was that she greatly cut down on describing the emotional talk that she and Alan had had afterwards, since she was very shy about that kind of thing and knew that Susan would be extremely jealous.

Needless to say, this talk got Susan hotter than an oven.

Susan and Suzanne still often discussed their sexual dreams. But that kind of talk was now fading in importance day by day, since the real-life events with Alan were so much more interesting and exciting for each of them.

Susan's resolve not to show off her body faded away during all the excitement of talking to Suzanne. By the time Suzanne left after they had completed their morning exercise routines, Susan was at least as ready to "help with visual stimulation" as she had been before..

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