CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Sept. 23)

The next day at school Alan was a complete nervous wreck. He felt like he'd been given an ultimatum and basically had to ask Christine out no matter what.

To make matters worse, he shared almost every class with Christine. He kept staring at her, usually at the back of her head, trying to figure out when to talk to her. Even more importantly, he struggled to figure out what to say to her. He felt even more like a condemned man being sent to the gallows for a public execution.

He had a good chance to talk to her at lunch but was too nervous to do it.

When school let out he was absolutely desperate. Given how miserable he was, he was determined to get it over with so he wouldn't have to go through it all again the next day.

He followed Christine like a silent stalker until finally, at the bicycle rack, she abruptly turned around to face him and barked, "What?!"

"Huh?" Alan blinked. He hadn't expected her to be mad at him. He looked around, seriously contemplating escape routes.

She walked to where he stood about ten feet away and came right up to his face. "What is it already, Alan? You've been acting weird all day and now you're following me. Do you have something you want to say?"

Alan was literally trembling all over. He'd heard stories about how Christine had shot down some other guys who'd dared to ask her out. According to one story, after one particularly arrogant guy had asked her for a date, she smiled happily and said gaily, "Of course I'll go out with you, just as soon as you have the surgery."

The guy was both elated and confused, and naturally asked, "What surgery?"

She answered in a suddenly harsh and biting voice, "The surgery to remove your head shoved up your ass."

Alan hoped and prayed that the stories weren't true, but he suspected they were because Christine didn't suffer fools gladly.

Since Alan had never asked a girl out before, he didn't have a clue on how to best make his move. At the moment, all he knew was that he wanted to get it over with immediately so his suffering could come to an end.

He closed his eyes and blurted out, "Yeah, I do want to ask you something. Christine, will you go out with me? You know, like, on a date?" He was so afraid that he kept his eyes closed. His heart pounded like a big bass drum while he waited for her response. He braced himself for the harsh put down to come.

However, after an excruciatingly long pause, Christine said in a voice that was still testy but a little bit softer and kinder, "You can open your eyes, you know."

Alan opened his eyes and forced himself to look in her direction.

It happened that since Christine was feeling awkward, she held her hands together and was squeezing her arms inwards in a way that pushed her large E-cup breasts forward and made them appear even larger than their already tremendous size.

She was wearing a very conservatively cut peach colored top that exposed no cleavage at all. But although she always dressed to play down her assets and even wore extra padded bras to help hide her nipples, there was simply no way to disguise just how busty she was.

Despite Alan's great nervousness, he found himself getting an erection. It happened to him almost every time he was near her, no matter what the occasion. He silently hoped and prayed she wouldn't notice it or even make a snide comment about it.

Christine's face was deadly serious, but then she smiled encouragingly when he looked her in the eye. However, it was very brief. She went right back to an intense stare and a grimace of sorts that indicated she was deeply thinking.

But to Alan in his current worried mood, it looked like she was trying to decide which implements to use to cut him into little pieces.

Finally, after even more painful silence, she said with carefully chosen words, "Alan, I'm flattered. But this is so unexpected. I like you, as a friend, but I've never thought of you, you know, that way."

"I see." His whole body slumped.

Christine was still at a loss. "Um, uh, what were you thinking when you asked me?"

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." He'd given up already and wanted to flee.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. Like I said, I'm flattered. But I know there are all kinds of exaggerated stories about me being uncommonly cruel to the guys who ask me out. Really, I'm not that bad." She tried to give him an encouraging smile. "But I know that it couldn't have been easy for you to ask, so I'm just wondering what changed. I thought we were doing pretty good as friends."

He thought, What am I supposed to say, that I have this strange medical diagnosis and I need a girlfriend to help me get off six times a day? Or that I like you a lot as a friend but that's not enough because I'm absolutely obsessed by your gigantic breasts? Jesus! This is so awkward! Come on, Alan, just tell her the truth, minus those two things, obviously.

His eyes dropped to her chest and he blurted out, "We are. Definitely! But we're not THAT close, really. And I want to be closer. You see, I've had a crush on you for a long time now. You're just so beautiful! And I'm not just talking about your big chest like all the other guys although, God, that is, er, they are, pretty dang, uh, attractive."

Alan was thinking to himself, Duh! Shut up! You're really putting your foot in your mouth. You're not supposed to talk about her breasts and keep your eyes on her face, for Christ's sake!

By sheer force of will, he stared into her eyes with surprising intensity as he spoke with increasing passion, "What I mean is, the main thing is I love is your face. You're just so heartbreakingly beautiful that I could stare into your eyes for hours. But it's not only that! You're so smart too! I know there's this really amazing girl BEHIND the body. I really like talking to you, and you know, BEING with you. Hanging out, you know? I mean, I'd want to go out with you even if you didn't look so, uh, curvy, just 'cos I'd rather talk to you than anyone else in class. You know? I mean, I just feel like, well, we have a lot in common and we just click?"

Christine just stared at him. Her silence and her stare was unnerving.

He started to falter and looked away. "Don't we? I mean, I think we do. God, I'm rambling. You can, uh, tell me to shut up at any time."

He was fully blushing now and thought, Now I've REALLY done it! She thinks I'm some kind of breast freak, like all the other guys who ask her out. But the truth is, I really DO think she's amazing without her body. The problem is, she's TOO amazing. Why would someone that accomplished and beautiful ever go out with someone like me? Now I've totally ruined everything. I'll never be able to look her in the eye again.

Christine appeared to be busy thinking for a while but she finally smiled. When she was serious, she had no idea how intimidating her intense stare could appear. But when she smiled like that, Alan found her so beautiful and desirable that he wanted to jump for joy and write a thousand songs about her. He dared to raise his hopes again.

Then she said, "Alan, you know, I do like you a lot. But the things you're talking about that you like, don't they just mean that we should be good friends? Well, most of them, anyway. I like you too, but just as, you know, a friend."

Alan felt crushed. "Oh. I see." He looked as completely crestfallen as he felt. He started to back away from her. "Yeah. That's a good idea. Friends. Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"

Christine looked at him with concern. "Alan, wait. I don't mean it like that. Please don't be offended, okay? It's just that this is all so sudden and I'm not ready for a serious relationship. Really, if I did want to go out with anyone, it would be you. I mean it! Maybe, you know, sometime later..."

Alan nodded far too agreeably as he continued to slowly back away. "Yeah. Later. Sounds good. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." He turned and practically ran.

When he went around the corner of a nearby school building and was finally out of her sight, he did in fact start running. Even though he had ridden his bicycle to school, he ran all the way home. As soon as he reached his room, he collapsed on his bed and cried and cried.

The problem was he really was in love with Christine, as well as in lust with her body. He was completely inconsolable. Some of the things she said at the end, such as that if she did go out with anyone it would be him, or that she might be more amenable to the idea later, he disregarded as little niceties to soften the blow.

In actual fact, she did mean them. Christine was sorely tempted to say yes despite the rather timid and bumbling way he'd asked her out. She did like him a lot and knew that he was the first suitor who could appreciate her brilliant mind as well as her incredible body. She wasn't even entirely sure why she said no to him, but as soon as he was gone, she regretted it. She also felt horrible for leaving him in such an obviously distressed state. Now she felt too bad to face him and talk things out.

She'd rejected him largely out of instinct. Some of it had to do with the way he'd sprung the idea on her from out of the blue and some had to do with her own self confidence issues and her resulting fear of intimacy. She also had a few reservations about him, especially about the fact that he was considered a nerd and a nobody in the school power hierarchy, unlike herself. She had a reputation to maintain and she was particularly worried about being seen as too square and nerdy. Unfortunately, dating Alan would have resulted in a lot of flak for her about that.

But a lot of it was because of the clumsy, nervous, and inarticulate manner in which Alan had asked her for a date. Had he been more suave about it and especially built up to it with hints and flirting, he almost certainly would have gotten a different answer. She really did like him a lot and found him funny, cute, athletic, and nearly her academic peer.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't realize that. He decided that he never stood a chance with her and never would. He resolved to harden his heart and try to get over his feelings for her, but it wasn't easily done. He kicked himself over and over for not being more suave and assertive, not to mention his ramblings about her breasts. He dreaded having to face her in school again.

CHAPTER 2 (Tuesday, Sept. 23 - Saturday, Sept. 28)

The whole rest of the school week was like a nightmare for Alan. Very few females truly attracted him, but when one did, his feelings were powerfully strong. With Christine out of the picture, there seemed to be no one else to help him with his medical treatment difficulties. The fact that he was also in love with his history teacher Ms. Rhymer only increased his frustration, because she was completely unattainable. Not only was she a teacher, but she also had a serious boyfriend.

He thought, It's my senior year in high school, and I still haven't even kissed a girl. My friends wonder about me. Now there's this huge pressure to find somebody, anybody, and I can't do it. People say I'm good looking, but I'm such a loser with women! I give up with this whole stupid six times a day thing. It's ridiculous. You just can't ask someone to do something so private like that so damned often!

Day after day passed without him masturbating a single time. Socially, he did little more than come straight home from school and mope. Even Friday and Saturday nights passed without any social plans on Alan's part. He still felt incredibly depressed and still just moped in his room.

Back when he first launched into his new six times a day duties, he made a chart so he could check off how many orgasms he had a day. That way he could make sure to keep his average up. But now he threw the chart away and still failed to masturbate at all. Not even the thoughts of Akami could excite him anymore. She seemed like a distant, fading dream.

The first time he got aroused again was on Friday night when Suzanne came by. Eager to see how Alan would react, she sat chatting to him wearing a nice business suit, but without any panties.

Alan naturally assumed she'd made an unprecedented mistake in forgetting to wear any.

She kept her legs closed so he wouldn't freak out too much, but she could tell by the lump in his shorts that it was enough to have a definite effect.

However, this display made him only more despondent. Alan felt there would be something wrong with masturbating to images of his "Aunt Suzy," so the erotic imagery of her now in his mind only made his situation more agonizing. Katherine was continuing to dress a lot more casually around the house, but now thinking of her also filled him with nothing but shame. The only things that sexually excited him now were the very things he was determined not to think about.

By Saturday night, Susan was extremely concerned. It was obvious to her that their pressure on him to ask Christine out had backfired.

Suzanne however, was secretly happy. Everything was going according to her plan. From what she knew of Christine the "Ice Queen" and Alan's feelings for her, she had calculated that this was exactly what would happen. Now it was time to spring the next part of her plan into action.

Because neither of the mothers had any Saturday night plans, they just sat commiserating in Susan's bedroom as the evening wore on.

Susan actually cried on Suzanne's shoulder. She sobbed, "I'm a failed mother. Alan just sits there in his room. I've destroyed his social life altogether!"

Suzanne had her arm around her, and consoled her with friendly words. After Susan had vented her feelings, Suzanne spoke encouragingly. "Susan, let's not just mope around. We need to come up with some other plan that will make Alan happy, and give him his energy back. We have to be clever, and be bold."

Susan tried to think, but nothing came to her. She'd been over the problem plenty of times in her mind already.

"What about hiring a professional?" Suzanne finally asked. "Have you given that any consideration?"

"That sounds so crude!" Susan answered. "Are you suggesting some kind of prostitute? That would basically be what it is. I'd never have my son sleep with a prostitute. How do you even find such a person? Not to mention, how do we know if such a person will talk or not? You never know: pick the wrong person, and they might even try blackmail. My husband is rich, after all. Plus, that might help for a day or two, but the medical diagnosis says Alan needs an active sexual life every single day."

"You're right," said Suzanne. "We shouldn't let any strangers know about this problem. And clearly he isn't going to have the nerve to ask someone else out for a long time. But we can't wait around, because he's lost all interest in 'doing his thing.'"

Vague phrases like 'doing your thing' had become suddenly popular in the Plummer household so no one needed to say words like masturbation.

After a pause, Suzanne added, "So I only see one solution."

"What's that?"

"We have to kind of sex things up a bit, so he'll get over Christine and get back on track. There's no telling how long he'll mope around like this, otherwise. You know how sensitive kids are to being rejected. It could be months! We have to undo the damage we did by forcing him to ask her out, and undo it fast."

"'Sex things up'? What on earth do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is, we women who know of his problem have to act sexier. That's all. So he'll be distracted. You know, dress more provocatively. Be more open about sexuality, and allow him to be more open. For instance, help him get over this hang up that masturbation is a horrible thing. And why should I be afraid to even say that word? We should treat it just like a normal thing, like taking out the trash or something. Then he'll be able to do it easily, at any time."

"'Like taking out the trash?'" Susan repeated incredulously. "Have you lost your mind? It's not like taking out the trash at all! And anyway, this sexing up idea, you know where that'll lead. He'll start having sexy thoughts about us. About you. About me! About Katherine even, maybe! Is that what you want? Isn't that incest? Maybe we need to get him more pornographic materials instead. Otherwise, who knows what? Do you want him to actually, you know, do his thing, while thinking about you?"

"No!" said Suzanne with pretend indignation. "Of course that wouldn't be my first choice. But what is the alternative? When he was doing his thing these past few days, he was obviously thinking about Christine. But now that won't work. Thinking about a naked woman in a magazine may work every once and a while, but it's completely different than with a real human being. Think about that woman Akami actually massaging Alan's penis compared to a photograph or even a video of the same thing. The other two just can't compare."

"I don't know about that," Susan disagreed reflexively.

Suzanne was glad she did, as it gave her a chance to elaborate. She needed to get Susan aroused to open her up to new possibilities, and she'd found out from Dr. Fredrickson just how sexual things had gotten during Alan's doctor visit.

She prodded, "They can't. You were there. Don't you remember? Don't you remember watching Akami's hands sliding up and down on Alan's thick erection, over and over and over? Don't you remember her wet fingers slipping all over his pulsing hardness? Have you forgotten her blowing on it, the smell of smell of sex in the air, the sounds of sexual fluids squishing around?"

For a moment, Susan was transported back to that day. Her arousal level, starting from nothing, shot through the roof. But then realizing Suzanne was asking a question, she snapped back from her reverie. "I deny everything! I wasn't watching, really! It was all medically necessary, anyway." She blushed furiously.

Suzanne was amused, but kept that to herself. "I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just pointing out the power of the live experience, compared to pictures or even movies. It's too bad Akami is going out with someone, 'cos I think he kind of liked her."

"Is she? Damn," Susan answered. She was grateful for the change of topic.

But Suzanne changed it right back. "Yeah, too bad. Obviously, Alan was very excited by her attention. I'll bet he's spent a lot of time since then fantasizing about her hands caressing and stroking his big erection. I'm sure he'd love nothing better than to have her hands on his hot erection, teasing it, pleasing it, squeezing his warm cum out every day, over and over again. Six times a day, in fact."

"Suzanne, please! Must you use words like that? It's obscene!"

"Words like what? I didn't say cock or even dick. I'm just talking about his big erection. That's a medical term. Is it not true he had a long, thick, hard erection, all full of semen, or was it flaccid the whole time?"

The last thing Susan wanted to think about was the image of Akami caressing Alan's penis. That brought very troubling thoughts to her mind. Ever since the doctor's visit, she had been almost completely successful in blocking the medical appointment out of her mind, but it lurked somewhere subconsciously. Now all those thoughts and images were back with a vengeance.

"It's true," she conceded.

"What, that he was flaccid the whole time? That's not what I'd heard before."

"No, that he was, you know."

Suzanne played dumb and looked at her quizzically.

"You know!" Susan said with growing frustration. "His member. It was erect. His, uh, big, uh, erection." She didn't realize how much her chest was heaving as she imagined his erection being stroked by the nurse.

Suzanne suddenly changed direction. "Susan, don't misunderstand me. I understand your position. You're his mother, even though you're not his real genetic mother. You need to keep a certain distance there. But I'm NOT his mother, just a close friend. You know I love him dearly. I would do anything to help him. If that means being sexier so he can get over Christine, and yes, even have him think about me while he's doing his thing, I'm willing to pay that price. That's how much I love him. Whatever it takes to get him to ejaculate six times a day, that's what I'm willing to do."

Susan was amazed. "Ejaculate? Whatever it takes? Just how far are you willing to go?!" She had trouble saying the word ejaculate at all - it rolled out of her mouth like "child rapist."

"Obviously not that far, in reality. I am a married woman, after all!" She hoped Susan wouldn't recall all of her adulterous affairs at that particular moment.

"Susan, what I mean to say is, if acting coy, maybe showing a little skin here and there, maybe brushing up against him now and then, or letting him accidentally touch me; if maybe doing those kinds of things will get him back on track with his program, I'd be willing to do that. You know I'm good at flirting. I know how to not only use it, but control it, so I'm not worried about things going too far. I don't want to lose my special relationship with my Sweetie; I just want him to be healthy and happy."

Now Suzanne looked like she would be the one to cry as she pondered Alan's so-called medical plight. She buried her face into Susan's shoulder, but it was an act.

"There, there," Susan consoled. "Don't get upset. I don't mean to imply I don't appreciate what you're suggesting. It's just so shocking. I'm not used to this kind of thing. I'll tell you what. If that's what you want to do, then it's okay by me. I'll try my best too, to be a little sexier and encouraging to him, but just a little. The burden is going to be on you, okay? Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes," said Suzanne. This was exactly the answer she was trying to steer Susan towards. She pulled her face up again and looked Susan very seriously into the eyes. "I've been thinking about this lately, and I have thought it through. I think it's the only way. I feel personally responsible for his failure with Christine, and I want to undo the damage. We pushed him too hard. At the same time, we can continue to keep our radar out there, and find him someone else at school he can be interested in. He'll transfer his affections, and things can return back to normal."

Suzanne fidgeted slightly before she continued, "And in the process, maybe we all can even gain something. For one, we could get you and your overly protected daughter to loosen up a bit." (As Suzanne said this, she didn't realize Katherine had already started to think and act along similar lines, but she would have been pleased if she'd known.) "To become a little more relaxed about your sexuality too wouldn't hurt. When you go to the beach, you look like some kind of photograph of a Victorian Era woman, covered head to toe and even carrying an umbrella. I'm more fair-skinned than you! It's embarrassing being with you sometimes, you're so prudish. Come on, loosen up a little!"

"I guess livening things up a bit wouldn't hurt," said Susan a bit doubtfully.

"Sure! It'd be fine. Here, I'll show you what I mean." She simply unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sexy bra. In fact, most of both of her nipples could be seen through a thin, gauzy fabric. "You see? Instant sexy. If Alan walked in here and saw me like this, I'll bet that would help him reached his daily quota."

"Suzanne, how could you do that? It's so ... scandalous! Do you wear that kind of bra all the time?!"

As a matter of fact Suzanne didn't, but there was no reason to let Susan know that. "Sure! Why not? It feels good to feel sexy, even if it's only underneath and only for myself. But I think we should wear this kind of clothing around Alan sometimes. It'll really help him out."

"I don't know... Maybe you have the nerve to wear that around Alan, but I never could. Even if it was just underneath my clothes."

"It's no problem. Here, I'll show you. Let's liven up Alan's sad evening a little bit." Cupping her hands to her mouth, she shouted, "Hey Alan! Can you come here?"

"No!" Susan urgently whispered in dismay. "Quick, button up before he gets here!" But by the time she said this, Alan was already walking the short distance down the hallway from his room to Susan's room.

Right as Alan walked in, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, don't come in, I'm not decent."

But he'd already taken a good look at Suzanne's chest by the time she said this. He stared for a couple of seconds, and then averted his eyes with his hands. He blushed profusely but still obediently waited by the door to the room to see why he was needed.

Suzanne brushed off his free peek. "No matter, Sweetie. Good thing you didn't come in a couple of minutes ago, or you would have seen your mother and me completely naked. In any case, we were just thinking about renting a movie, and were wondering if you had any suggestions on what to get."

"Um, I don't know." Alan was too freaked out to think. He was still trying to picture Susan and Suzanne naked and wondering what brought that about. He was painfully erect.

"Okay. Think about it, and let us know," Suzanne said casually.

"Okay." Alan dashed back to his room. His glance was so brief he wasn't sure what he saw. Did I see her nipples through that bra? Naaahhhh...

Susan witnessed the whole thing with a horrified face, and immediately chastised Suzanne. "How could you? That's unbelievable!"

Suzanne buttoned her top back up. "No it isn't. Now witness. Let's wait about one minute, and go to the door to Alan's room. I'll bet you anything that he's furiously masturbating for the first time in days."

Susan couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity about Suzanne's prediction. They went to the door and listened, but the room was too soundproofed to hear much. Plus, he didn't have the squeaky bed springs problem.

So Suzanne knocked and said, "Alan, Sweetie, can I come in?"

"Uh, no! Hold on! I'm not decent!" He knew he shouldn't be jacking off while thinking about Suzanne, but he just couldn't help himself anymore, after seeing glimpses of her pussy and then her boobs on succeeding days. He'd been going at it with pent up abandon when he heard the knock on the door.

Turning to Susan, Suzanne whispered, "You see? He got naked in one minute. I just cured his stimulation drought that easily. That's what we have to do."

Susan looked at her friend with a skeptical and worried expression. "I don't know. ... Are you sure?"

That night, she had a dream where she relived the doctor's appointment and Akami's handjob. When she woke, she felt like she'd committed a horrible sin.

CHAPTER 3 (Sunday, Sept. 29)

Suzanne launched into this new phase of her overall plan, now that she had begrudging acquiescence from Susan.

The next evening, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house with a bag full of sexy clothes for Susan to try on. Since they were both big-busted Amazon types, just one inch short of six feet, they wore the same sizes in everything.

Unlike Susan, who didn't have any revealing clothes at all, Suzanne liked to dress sexily on occasion. But she did it only as long as it wasn't a situation where she'd be overly annoyed by horny guys. Unfortunately, because she was so beautiful, that was almost any time she was in public. So she had a lot of clothes that she hardly ever wore.

Following up on Susan's agreement the day before to, as Suzanne liked to put it, "sex things up a bit", Suzanne convinced Susan to try on some of her clothes. Back in the master bedroom (really effectively only Susan's bedroom since her husband was never around), the two of them sat on the edge of Susan's big double bed and looked into the bag. In front of them was a large mirror that went from the floor to the ceiling.

Suzanne broke the ice by picking out something not too daring, and trying it out. The first thing she did was stand up and casually take off all of her clothes.

"Suzanne!" Susan chided, "What do you think you're doing? Have some decency. I've never seen you naked! It's so ... not done!"

"Susan, these clothes we're trying on, they really are only meant to be worn without underwear. For instance, look at this top." She pulled a top down over her head and put it on. There was so much cleavage showing that it was clear no bra could be worn with it. "You see? This top just won't work with a bra. Even a strapless bra doesn't help."

Suzanne was still naked from the waist down, which Susan found extremely disconcerting. "I don't care about that," said a blushing Susan, "so much as it bothers me you're not wearing anything ... a little lower. Can't you put the rest of the outfit on?"

"Oh, right," Suzanne said, as if she'd just forgot. "But really, Susan, lighten up a bit. This is what people do when they change clothes – they take their clothing on and off. Really!"

Suzanne was secretly delighting in her friend's discomfort and in showing off her body. Susan's body was so deliciously curvy that Suzanne was keen on seeing her friend naked, but had never had a chance yet in all the years they'd been best friends.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to this. I know I'm more prudish than other people, but I just can't help it."

"Susan, you can help it. You have to step out of your old habits already! Here, try something on." She handed Susan the bag.

Susan looked for the item that would cover her the most completely. Then she went to the bathroom to change.

Taking off her clothes (but not her panties), she put the item on, which turned out to be a brown top. It covered nearly her entire upper torso. However, there was a large strip running right down the middle of the front without any fabric at all, except a few thin strings running back and forth through the strip, making X's in a shoelace pattern. Worse, the strip was even wider in the middle, reaching right to the edge of her nipples. Her deep cavernous cleavage stood out from a mile away, as did her cute belly button.

"Oh no! This is horrible! I can never wear this. Let's try another one, fast."

They began trying outfit after outfit. Actually it was nearly always Susan trying all the outfits, since Suzanne already knew her own clothes.

Suzanne generally sat naked, watching, and making encouraging comments, as Susan rejected item after item.

Suzanne tried to touch her friend as much as possible, helping to put on the clothes, straightening out the fabric, and so on, in an attempt to get Susan in a more erotic mood, and more used to nakedness and touching. Suzanne was at least gratified that Susan eventually gave up always going to the bathroom to change.

They went on changing clothes for over an hour, with Susan trying some items on several times, because she just couldn't find anything she'd feel comfortable in.

Finally, Susan went to her own drawers, and got out the most revealing clothes she owned, which consisted of some short white tennis shorts that came down only an inch below her crotch, and a white tennis top that left her arms open and revealed some of Susan's ample cleavage.

"Is that sexy enough? I think it's all I can handle," said Susan while looking doubtfully in the mirror.

"No way!" Suzanne responded emphatically. "The stuff I'm wearing is waaaaay more revealing than that!"

Suzanne had chosen a strapless silky black dress.  From her bust on down it covered things thoroughly. But there was just a straight line of fabric cutting across a fraction of an inch above her nipples, exposing the tight but deep valley between her tits. There was little to hold it up, and in fact unless she pulled it up constantly, it was likely to eventually fall off her chest all together.

"I can't wear something like you're wearing," Susan whined. "I'd die! Please, for just today, please let me just wear this." She tried to show off the tennis outfit sexily.

"You wear that all the time, whenever you go play tennis. But I'll be willing to concede if you wear it without a bra or panties."

"What? No way! I'd never do that!"

"You see, that's your problem. Why do you think you and your husband have no love life? You need to learn how to be sexy, if only for your spouse. I've been bugging you for years. If I'm going this far" - she waved a hand over her dress - "you've got to go at least this far." She waved her other hand over the tennis shorts and shirt.

Susan fidgeted. "I don't know. I know I'm not perfect, but that's just the way I am. And what does it matter? I'm more likely to spot Bigfoot than see my husband in this house."

But Suzanne was persistent. "Susan, how can you be so selfish? Don't you care about your son's poor health? I know it's unorthodox, but this is a medical procedure. Look at the extremes I'm willing to go to in order to help him out. I'm not going to wear a bra or panties with this, either, I'll have you know."

Susan already realized Suzanne wasn't wearing a bra, but she thought, Not wearing panties in a summer dress that comes down only about three inches below her crotch? That's too revealing! I had no idea just how outrageous Suzanne could get. But she kept such thoughts to herself. "No, I can't. I feel so guilty not helping... I almost could, but this skirt is just too short! Can't we get one that's almost as scandalous?"

"All right. Here's an alternate suggestion. You just wear a T-shirt and shorts, but no underwear."

"Okay, okay, you win. But go easy on my son, okay? We just want to stir things up a little bit so his libido will get going again. We don't want to give him a heart attack!"

Suzanne was pleased. A T-shirt and shorts without underwear would be even more arousing for Alan than the tennis outfit, which showed more skin overall but hid the best parts all too thoroughly.

CHAPTER 4

At about eight thirty, shortly after the two women finished choosing their clothes, Alan left his room to forage in the kitchen for food, and saw his mother there.

She rapidly turned around to greet him.

He noticed that her breasts bounced as she did so, far more than usual. They finally jiggled to a stop, as if someone had shaken a bowl of Jell-O. Holy crap! Why is my mom so bouncy all of a sudden?

Her outfit is nothing unusual... Wait a minute. This is my mom we're talking about here. She never just wears a plain white T-shirt, much less one tied up to expose her stomach. And she CERTAINLY never goes without a bra! I can totally see her nipples! It's like they're fighting to burst through the fabric. And as for the white shorts, well, she's worn those before, but only for sports. Together with the shirt, she looks so ... casual! My mom? Casual? And no bra?! Calm down, Alan. What is going on here? There must be a good explanation.

He cleared his throat, and said, "Hey, Mom." His voice picked a bad time to crack, as it still did every now and then. "Um, are you off to play some sports or something?"

"No Tiger, it's too late at night for that. You're wondering about my clothing, I guess. Suzanne is making me wear these crazy things."

At the mention of Suzanne, Susan turned further around to face her best friend standing nearby, and her breasts were set in motion again. They crashed into each other like two water balloons, and then bounced away on their own journeys. The gentle friction from the inside of her T-shirt was rather disconcertingly new to her.

"Mom, I, uh..." Alan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Should I say she's sexy? Hot? No, that would scare her.

"Yes, Tiger?" Susan shyly bent her head down, causing more earthquakes of movement in her chest, and the longer Alan delayed speaking, the more her face turned from slightly red to burning red.

"Mom, you look... young." He unconsciously heaved a big sigh of relief at finding a diplomatic word. More confidently, he continued, "Seriously! You could practically be a high school student. Your other clothes make you look older, but this makes you look ten years younger!" He looked down at his crotch and noticed a huge bulge there. He quickly adjusted his shorts while Susan was looking down and away.

Susan blushed even more furiously, but now she was pleasantly embarrassed at the compliment instead of apprehensive about his reaction. "No. You're just saying that, Son."

"No, really. It's true! Dang. If my friends saw you right now, they'd totally want to ask you out to the prom. But what's the special occasion?"

She smiled a big smile with her head still bowed. "Why don't you ask Suzanne about it. It was her crazy idea. Would you like something to eat? I could make you some cookies."

"That would be great. Thanks a ton, Mom." He walked over to Suzanne after delighting in the sight of his mother turning and thus shaking her chest some more.

Susan was immensely pleased at his reaction - her husband never complimented her, and she was starved for positive words. But at the same time, she was glad Alan had diverted his attention to Suzanne.

Alan's eyes had been focused on Susan's chest, but Susan was mostly thinking about her shorts. It was impossible for Alan to see she wasn't wearing panties, but Susan could feel the difference very acutely. The shorts were so tight they rubbed her crotch maddeningly. That, the unfamiliar feel of her boobs bouncing freely inside her shirt, and Alan's eyes boring into her combined to get her surprisingly aroused.

She felt tingly all over, and could feel her nipples grow erect. That only increased her agitation and horniness, as she knew Alan would be able to see the shape of her nipples that much better. She found herself getting wet, just standing in the kitchen and thinking of Alan looking at her. She blamed her moistness on the rubbing of the shorts, when in fact that was only a small part of the reason.

She suddenly attacked the task of making cookies with a passion, to get her mind off of everything else.

Alan meanwhile walked over to the dining room table where Suzanne sat, and sat across the table from her. He took a good look at her for the first time since he'd walked in, and dropped his jaw in surprise.

She was wearing a businesslike dress shirt as she sometimes did, but it was unbuttoned and opened, and beneath it was something Alan mistakenly assumed was a tight negligee. In fact, some daring people wore the combination out in public, but few let it ride as low as Suzanne was. It exposed her boobs more completely than he'd ever seen them. As Alan had walked over to her, she'd unobtrusively lowered the edge of her dress on her rack until the pink edges of her nipples were barely showing.

"Wow, Aunt Suzy, you look really pretty today."

Suzanne leaned forward.

Alan's heart began to race.

"Why thank you, Sweetie! You noticed I'm not wearing my usual dress. About the clothes your mom and I are wearing...  Susan and I were talking earlier, and decided that one way we could break you out of your funk was to make everything around here a bit sexier, so that you could get in more of a sexy mood. And that could help you get over your frustration with Christine."

"Wow, thanks, you two!" He was really touched, not to mention shocked. I can see they're really trying to help me out. But what a strange way to do it. I can hardly believe this is Susan and Suzanne we're talking about here!

Suzanne asked him, "How do you like my dress? Is it too much? Do you think it's too revealing?" But just as she said the word "revealing," she flexed her muscles and stuck out her chest. The black dress slipped down an inch, revealing all of her nipples.

Alan gasped aloud. His heart literally skipped a beat. "Um, ah, no," he finally said. Suzanne could have had a giant red X painted on her face and Alan would have never known, because his eyes never left her chest.

"Oh, good, 'cos I was worried it's a little loose on me." She leaned back in her chair, and the dress rode over her nipples again. She looked away so Alan would feel freer to check her out.

Alan assumed she simply didn't know how revealing her dress was, when in fact she knew exactly what she was doing and delighted in it.

For the next few minutes while she talked to Alan, her nipples played a constant game of hide and seek.

Alan felt his rod would burst a hole through his shorts at any moment, and nervous sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Pushing her luck even further, she took off her white blouse, so all she had left was the precarious black dress. It immediately slipped down an inch or two, revealing both her nipples.

She seemed completely oblivious to what she was showing. She looked into the kitchen as she talked to Susan, giving Alan free reign to gawk.

Alan's mouth gaped open and closed like a gasping fish, but eventually he got swept up into the conversation.

Suzanne turned back towards him and stared intently into his face as she said something to him (he had no idea what it was), forcing him to turn away and play it cool for a while. Then she turned away again, and he resumed sitting there with his mouth hanging open like a drooling idiot.

The whole while, her nipples were clearly on view from just a few feet away. Alan could practically count all the little bumps on them.

Susan had her back turned, so she had no idea what was going on. But finally Susan said to Alan, "Tiger, can you help me here?"

Alan was forced to get up and head to the kitchen.

Suzanne relaxed, and couldn't help but break into a very slight grin.

But before he could walk away, Suzanne gave Alan a "come hither" gesture with her finger.

As if piloted by remote control, he crossed to where Suzanne was sitting, fighting to keep his eyes on her face.

She motioned him still closer and kept on until he bent forward so she could whisper directly into his ear.

"Sweetie, you may have noticed your mother isn't wearing a bra. She isn't wearing any underwear, for that matter."

Alan stood up. He felt like he'd been hit by a train. Repeatedly. Between Suzanne sexily whispering with that huskily breathy voice of hers and her top hanging open again, plus the idea of his incredibly repressed mother "going commando," he thought for sure he'd cum right in his shorts. But he managed to hold out.

Finally, he waddled to the kitchen somewhat like a penguin. He tried to prevent his erection from wildly bouncing around by holding it with a hand in his pocket. But holding his erection through his pocket caused its own problems and delights.

"I've looked all over, but I can't find the baking soda," his mother said to him. "Can you help?"

Alan gasped again, because now she was bent over and sticking her head into a cabinet near the floor. Her ass was poking up high into the air, and Alan could see from the lack of lines in the fabric straining against her behind that Suzanne was right; she wore no panties. He stared intently at the strip of fabric between her legs, and thought he could make out the dark shape of her pussy in a bulging mound. With a hand still on his penis though the fabric of his shorts pocket, he began playing "pocket pool," slowly masturbating. He never consciously made the decision to – it was as if his hand had a mind of its own.

"Tiger, did you hear me?" Susan asked again.

"Um, sure Mom," Alan said, but he stood frozen in place, staring and rubbing himself. He was too far gone to stop. He was right on the verge of making a big mess in his shorts.

"Can I help?" It was the voice of Suzanne.

Alan turned and saw the sexy redhead now standing on the other side of the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room. Her dress hung down a good inch below her nipples now and she still seemed oblivious about it.

She was playing with fire, standing like this so close to Susan, but she didn't intend to pull her dress up until Susan began standing up.

Alan immediately stopped rubbing himself through his shorts, afraid Suzanne could see what his hand was doing. (That was why she stood closer - she saw what he was doing through his pocket and wanted to delay his climax.)

Susan answered, "Sure. Check around for the baking soda." She spoke into the cabinet as she was still bending over lewdly. She was oblivious to Suzanne's display and even the effect of her own accidental display. Her main concern was to hide her erect nipples from Alan's eyes.

Alan's mouth hung open as he stood there with both hands over his crotch, looking like he desperately had to pee. The one-two punch of seeing Susan and Suzanne like this was too much for him. His knees began to buckle as he started to cum into the front of his shorts.

Suzanne asked knowingly, "Something wrong there, Sweetie? You seem ... antsy."

He stood there, mouth agape, while his penis visibly spasmed in his shorts for Suzanne's eyes to see, despite his best efforts to cover it up with his hands. He finally recovered enough to say, "Thanks for helping my mom, Aunt Suzy, 'cos I just remembered something. I gotta go!"

He rushed off to his room in shame, never taking his hand out of his shorts or off of his now wet penis. He couldn't, because his hand was covered with cum that had leaked into the pocket.

Susan was still bent over and oblivious.

Suzanne pulled her dress back up over her nipples and inwardly chuckled. We were just too much for the poor guy. Now my plan is really kicking into gear. This is going to be so much fun!

CHAPTER 5  (Monday, Sept. 30)

The next day, Suzanne decided to wear a very revealing red summer dress when over at the Plummer house. She loved red because it matched the red highlights in her hair. Even though it was almost October, in Southern California the weather was always warm, and it happened to be in the middle of a very hot heat wave.

Her shoulder straps widened as they went down to cover some of her big tits, but not very much. The dress hung fairly loosely, and Suzanne could expose her nipples just by pushing into the sides of her boobs with her upper arms. If she walked, her tits jiggled and threatened to fall out the sides of the dress altogether. The fabric also only extended a few inches below her crotch.

Soon Alan would be home. Suzanne had a trick up her sleeve to push her sexual teasing of him a lot further. Susan, being so conservative and religious, had always made sure that Alan had a porn filter on the computer in his room. But in light of Alan's medical diagnosis, and with some prodding from Suzanne, Susan had decided that Alan could have the porn filter removed. So that day, the computer savvy Suzanne uninstalled the program before he got home.

Like a cat waiting to pounce, Suzanne then waited for him to get home, go to his room, and begin masturbating. She lurked outside his door a few minutes after she heard him close his drapes to make the room dark, and waited a few more minutes until she figured he was thoroughly involved in a masturbation session. Then she knocked on his door.

"Alan, you in there? It's me, your Aunt Suzy. Can I come in?"

Alan thought this unusual, as she never came into his room. Especially lately, everyone had been giving him all the privacy he needed. He figured it must be something important.

"Uh yeah, just a minute!" Alan quickly threw on some shorts, raced to his computer, and turned on the lamp next to it. He turned on the monitor and the computer came back to life from sleep mode. "Come in!" he said, trying to casually act like he had been working on the computer the whole time.

"Hi Sweetie, how are you doing in here?" Suzanne said as she strolled into the room and looked around. "It seems so dark and gloomy. Are you hiding from the heat?" The heavy drapes were still closed, making it seem like nighttime even though it was only 3:30 in the afternoon.

He didn't answer. He was too nervous to come up with a quick response.

She continued, "Sorry to disturb you, but I was thinking about you probably sulking up here in your dark room, and I thought I'd come in and try to cheer you up. Is that okay?"

"Sure it's okay," he said as he turned around and finally got a good look at her.

Whoa! I've seen Suzanne in some revealing clothes before, but nothing like this! For one thing, I think I can see the shape of her nipples through her dress from all the way over here! I really think I can! This is like what Mom wore yesterday, but times ten.

Alan had spent most of the day at school fantasizing about Suzanne or Susan, but the reality made the dreams seem like a cheap, pale fraud.

Suzanne walked to him and leaned over to see what he was doing on the computer. She pressed one of her breasts into his shoulder as she drew nearer to the screen. That was completely unusual, too.

He looked back over his shoulder in an attempt to look at her face, but his eyes fixed on her other breast instead. He realized, That loose hanging dress lets me not only see an entirely naked breast, but I can see clear down her stomach as well! I'm actually seeing an entire boob here. A giant pale Suzanne boob, no less!

He just gawked dumbly until Suzanne said, "Mind if I have a seat?"

"Uh, sure."

Suzanne grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to his right side. "What are you working on there, Sweetie? Surfing the web?"

"Yeah." He turned towards the screen, but it was the image of Suzanne's mammoth boobs that burned deeply into his brain.

Suzanne leaned forward. "What page are you reading? I have a hard time reading a computer screen without my glasses."

"Glasses?" he said, "I didn't know you wear glasses."

"I don't usually. Only when I have something hard to read." Not only did Suzanne not need reading glasses, she didn't even own any. But it was a good excuse for her to put her face really close to the computer screen like a nearsighted person. That again caused the front of her dress to open out, revealing all of her breasts once more.

Suzanne was sitting next to Alan, and his chair was pulled up under the desk and close to the computer screen, making it awkward for him to look over towards her. But he quickly realized that in the dark room he could see her boobs perfectly in the reflection on the screen.

Alan pondered, Huh. For some reason, Suzanne seems to be completely oblivious to what she's showing. Maybe it has to do with her nearsightedness. He had such a perfect view of her breasts through the screen's reflection that he couldn't believe it. Thank the Lord for summer dresses and this Indian summer heat wave!

Until recently, Alan had never really thought about Suzanne in a sexual way. He was oblivious to her ravishing beauty because he had come to feel as if she was in fact his second mother. That had been changing in recent days.

And now, that old way of thinking went completely out the window. His mind was filled with nothing but lusty thoughts and fantasies as he stared into the reflection on the computer screen. The fragrance of her sweet perfume was also fogging his brain. She smelled vaguely like vanilla. His penis was already hard, and it grew so very hard that it popped out the front of the pair of shorts he had quickly thrown on. He was really kicking himself now for failing in his rush to put underwear on as well.

His hands were on the keyboard, and he couldn't figure out how he could casually stuff his erection back into his pants without drawing attention to his problem. Then he realized that if he just scooted forward a bit more, he could leave it out and it would be too far under the desk for Suzanne to possibly see. He decided that was the best solution.

Alan happened to have his browser open to a news article. He liked keeping up on the news.

"Interesting article," said Suzanne, as she read it. She figured she'd give him as much time as he wanted to ogle her tits.

He stared at them for long minutes. He remained excited, but his pounding heart slowly calmed down.

Finally she appeared to finish the article, and turned back to face him. "The reason I came in here is that I was thinking there was something that could cheer you up. I know you've been falling behind on doing your thing lately, so your mom decided it would be okay to take the porn filter off of your computer, as one way to help inspire you. I took the program off while you were at school, and I wanted to show you what kinds of things you can see on your computer now."

Whoa. Alan was really surprised at this turn of events. Where is she going with this?

"As you probably know," she continued, "I don't get a lot of romance from my husband. I hate to admit it, but one way I compensate is by looking at Internet porn. There's a lot of crap out there, but I have some sites I've found that are really good, and I wanted to show them to you, now that you can see them. Is that okay?"

What else could he say but yes? "S-s-sure." He (rightfully) found it hard to believe a perfect centerfold like Suzanne would ever need to look at Internet porn to get her sexual fun. But he wasn't about to try to stop her.

Suzanne grabbed a hold of the mouse and began clicking. "Yesterday, you wouldn't have been able to check out this site, but today... voila!" Alan's DSL connection allowed a bunch of pictures to pop up instantly.

Suzanne had spent recent days finding the best pictures she could find, and she began going through them. She actually had put them all onto a web page she'd just created. "Can I just bookmark these pages? That way you can find them later."

Alan was still too stunned to speak, but just nodded.

She had some pictures of beautiful naked women that filled the screen. She'd especially tried to find pictures that at least somewhat resembled her. A large percentage had dark reddish brown hair and green eyes, just as she did. Alabaster skin was another common theme.

As she went through them, Alan felt a high of pure exhilaration. The feeling of his penis resting in the open air yet secretly hidden from Suzanne breathing over his shoulder was almost more than he could handle.

She came to one picture that was nothing but two enormous tits. By happy coincidence, the size and location of the tits roughly fit the image of her own tits showing through the reflection in the monitor. They too were hanging out of a very openly hanging dress, in the same way hers were at that very moment.

Alan gasped out loud, thinking, If she only knew! My heart is beating so fast - can a teenager die from overtaxing his heart? Seriously!

In fact, she knew. She had the reflection and everything else planned out in advance. But she didn't let on what she knew, especially that she knew his erection was hanging out beneath the desk. "You like that one, eh? As a matter of fact, I like that one too. Of course I like men, but I must admit looking at a sexy woman turns me on just as much. That's why I'm showing you my favorite pictures of women. I thought you'd like them just a bit more than my pictures of men, right?" she nudged him in the shoulder with her own, and they both laughed.

Alan was so nervous that he laughed far too loud and long.

Suddenly she got serious, and turned to look him in the face with a very concerned look. "You don't think there's something wrong with me if I get horny looking at women, do you?"

"Oh, no. ... No! That's okay." At least being asked easy questions was giving him a chance to regain his voice.

"You don't think it's wrong if sometimes I want to rub my hands all over a woman's boobs, and even lick her pussy? Does that make me a lesbian?"

In actual fact, she wasn't just acting. She really did find herself attracted to women, and had experimented with a few girlfriends in college and her roommate in particular. But she hadn't done that kind of thing in years, for fear of social scandal in a neighborhood where tongues wagged.

"Nuhhh, no," said an increasingly incoherent Alan. I've never even heard her speak a curse word, and now she's talking like this!

"Thanks!" She took her left hand, which was pinned behind Alan, and patted him on his opposite shoulder. Then she left her hand there. "I don't think it does either, especially if you knew how much I love having a real penis inside me. Even just holding them or sucking on a fat boner is such a hoot. I guess that makes me a bisexual. Do you mind? That I'm bisexual?"

Alan was suddenly very conscious about how closely she was near him, and enveloping him. He could smell her fragrant perfume and feel her fingers on his skin. His heart was beating even more irregularly, and he was perspiring heavily.

"Alan? ... Sweetie?"

"Um..." He was too flustered and forgot the question.

"Don't worry," she continued, "Going down on a woman, sticking my tongue deep into her pussy and rubbing my hands all over a pair of big hooters is, of course, a lot of fun. Yes! Don't be surprised. Not only guys like big breasts like your mother's. Love them, in fact. But I still think nothing beats a good, hard cock! So please don't be calling Aunt Suzy a carpet muncher any time soon, okay? But I have to admit that a naked woman is more beautiful than a naked man. Don't you agree?"

He was still so blown away by what she'd said that he was incapable of speech.

Suzanne just plowed on. "So I just love these pictures. It looks like we have similar tastes in women, don't you think? We obviously both like the big D-cups, like your sister's, and the even bigger E-cups, like what your mother has. Bigger than that, I don't know. I say there's too much of a good thing sometimes."

"Yeah. ... Um, Suzanne, I'm so surprised to hear you speaking so ... frankly," Alan replied shakily. If she doesn't stop with all this sexy bisexual talk, I'm gonna pass out for sure!

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just trying to help you with your problem. Remember what I said about trying to sex things up a bit? Just like these pictures. Now that I see you like them, this is something we can do together more often! I'll show you more of the pictures I like, and you can show me the favorites you find, too. Okay? We can be hot together looking at the same women. Right?"

Alan somehow managed a nod.

"There are some great stories on the web too I can show you later as well. They're really hot. Before long you won't have any trouble doing your thing. Is it a deal?"

One of her hands was still on Alan's back, but she took her other hand off the mouse and held it out in front of Alan, showing that she wanted him to shake her hand.

His shook the hand, more by automatic reflex than anything else. His mind was completely blown away.

"Deal?" she asked again.

He finally responded, "Deal."

Suzanne began to get up. "I gotta run, but maybe we can do more of this later tonight, okay?" She stood, and blew him a kiss as she walked out the door.

Shucks, she thought, I didn't get a chance to do half the things I planned to do with this dress, but I guess I've gotta take it slow. There's no doubt he was right on the verge. Not only an orgasm, but a heart attack! Ha! So much fun! I love my cute and innocent little Sweetie so much.

Immediately after she walked out the door, Alan put his hand on his exposed penis under the desk, and as soon as he touched it, blew a large load of sperm into the wooden paneling at the back of his desk. He'd never masturbated anywhere other than his bed before and safely into a towel or tissues.

He looked aghast under the desk, and saw his cum dripping slowly down the wood and onto the carpet. He immediately jumped up and went to grab a towel.

Gross! But what a mind blowing experience - I've never felt anything like that before - not even with Akami when she put her hands around my thing. And I did that thinking of Suzanne? My Aunt Suzy? What's wrong with me? Why does she have to be a totally busty bisexual vixen? It's almost cruel. Look but don't touch. Ugh!

Alan stayed in his room and lay in his bed. He came several more times that afternoon, just thinking about his experience with Suzanne. For a guy completely inexperienced in all sexual matters, what she'd done and said seemed far beyond the realm of possibility.

She's never looked like that, talked dirty like that, or acted like that! What's going on? Is she coming on to me? Oh my God - what if she actually wants to kiss me? What would I do? Was it just the heat wave that had her dress like that? Mom and she talked about being a bit sexier, but this is just out of control.

Get a grip, Alan. She's married. She's twice your age. She's way, way, WAY out of league. No way would she want to kiss me or anything like that. She's just sexing things up, like she said. But I don't think she realizes how good at that she is. Jesus H. Christ! That's like deadly lethal sexiness. I couldn't take that again. I just wouldn't be able to handle it.

He eventually got up to leave, but couldn't resist turning on the computer again and looking at the picture of the tremendous boobs that so closely matched Suzanne's reflection. Just a short glimpse caused him to quickly cum yet again. He'd been zero for six all day until Suzanne came into his room. Now, I'm gonna easily break my all time record of seven before I go to sleep tonight. Oh my God! She said she wanted to come back later tonight to look at more pictures!

CHAPTER 6

Alan took a nap, and at about 5:00 p.m. he came out of his room and into the kitchen to get a drink.

"Howdy, Tiger, did Suzanne help you out with the computer?" Alan heard his mother's voice say this, but didn't see her. Then he looked down and saw that she was scrubbing the floor of the dining room.

He suddenly got panicky. Oh no! What does she know about what Suzanne did in my room? But then, relaxing, he thought, Of course. Susan must know Suzanne was taking off the porn filter and she's referring to that.

"She sure did, Mom! Thanks for allowing her to take the filter off. I think that'll really help me with my problem. Way better than those porn magazines. I don't think I'll have any problem doing my thing today, that's for sure!" He decided not to mention how looking at Suzanne turned him on much more than the pictures.

"That's good," Susan said out loud, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne came into his room dressed pretty skimpily and she's a very attractive woman. I don't know about that. It seems a liiiiitttttle bit ... dangerous. God, what if he masturbates thinking about her? Or me? Did I go too far with that shirt last night? It's much better he thinks about Suzanne, if he has to think about anyone. I should thank her later. Alan looks like he's been reborn, and is totally over his blue mood!

Alan walked around the counter and took a closer look at his mother. She was wearing a dress and an apron. No way! She isn't wearing any panties!

Alan's thoughts screamed through his brain as his penis, weary from several masturbations, immediately sprang to life. Susan's ass was wiggling high up in the air as her whole body rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her scrubbing a troublesome spot on the floor with a rag, which set her large dangling breasts swaying in counterpoint to her motions. Her short skirt left most of her ass exposed - an ass completely unencumbered by panties.

Her display was entirely unintentional. She'd made two promises to Suzanne. One, to go without underwear for a few days, and two, wear this maid outfit for the day. Having worn panties her whole life and unused to such short skirts, she forgot what she now revealed when the two promises were put together.

Alan dropped his mouth open and gaped. He caught a glimpse of her pussy between her legs, the first view of a real pussy he'd ever seen in his life. That just got his heart racing all the more.

Finally, he adjusted his penis in his pants to make his hardness less obvious. He walked around to stand in front of his mother and make idle chitchat. But really he went there so he could see her bra-free tits swing back and forth like two steadily rocking pendulums. They were still contained in the dress, but Alan was pleased to see it was an extremely low-cut one. He didn't know whether to laugh with joy, or cry in frustration of forbidden fruits.

"Hi mom," he finally said to her.

"Oh, hi Tiger." She looked up at him and smiled. She tried to act casual, but she was obviously embarrassed about her outfit.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's with the funny maid outfit?"

"Oh that. Isn't it silly? I made a bet with Suzanne and I lost the bet. I had to do anything she said, and this is what she chose - that I wear this for the day."

"What was the bet about?"

Susan had been teased by Suzanne about how she'd looked at Alan's erection during the doctor's office visit. Susan had adamantly denied that she'd looked at it, but Suzanne knew that she did, so it was an easy bet for Suzanne to make and win. Suzanne was going to make a phone call to confirm it with Akami, but Susan conceded before Suzanne could dial the number.

Naturally, thinking about the bet caused Susan to blush and get even more flustered. "That's not important. What really rankles me is that she's trying to get me to wear all kinds of crazy things all of a sudden. But I feel like a dork. Don't you think it makes me look dorky?"

Alan walked back around to look at her shapely ass again. "No way. Not dorky." Nobody with an ass like that could ever be called dorky. What's happening here? It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone all of a sudden! The land of no underwear episode. Is Suzanne behind this? He said, "I definitely like it. It's very classy. Definitely super undorky."

"Dorky, I tell you." But Susan smiled at the compliment, still oblivious to what she was showing. She added, "But what irks me even more is how demeaning it is. It's like I'm some kind of servant or slave or something. It's ridiculous! Can you just imagine me as some kind of maid servant, forced to obey every order given to her? I'm appalled. And I'm gonna get Suzanne back for this, I'll tell you that much!" She resumed her cleaning.

Alan thought, Dang! I COULD imagine Mom as a maid. MY maid, obeying my every wish! Or better yet, a servant or slave. A sex slave! Damn! "Mom, bend over again. Here comes your master's staff." "Yes, Tiger. As you wish. Take me doggy style!" Arrgh! Too arousing! I have to get out of here!

Alan reluctantly left the room, realizing that if he stayed longer she'd get wise to what she was showing and then get upset at him for looking. Needless to say, he rushed to his room to masturbate yet again. For the first time in his life, he fantasized about Susan, picturing her in that maid outfit.

But Alan wasn't done. After he masturbated, he sat in his room, fidgeting restlessly. I can't believe what just happened. I just masturbated to thoughts of my mom. Gross! But how can I help it? She's a woman; a good looking woman. No, a great looking woman. And for all I know, even as I sit here, she's in the living room in that insanely arousing maid costume bending over in some obscene position like I saw her before. Showing off her bare ass. Or those giant swinging tits. Oh man! Just thinking about it, I'm getting hard as a steel bar. I can't stand it. What can I do, I'm only human!

Is this what they meant by helping me? That can't be! Mom would never agree to that, not in a million years. I'm still waiting for her latest lecture about sex and sin. Maybe Suzanne told her to lay off on the moralizing as it would interfere with my medical cure? Maybe.

He stood up and began to pace back and forth across his room. Aaaarrrggh! This is killing me. What is Mom doing right now? It's been thirty or so minutes since I was out there. Is she still there dressed like that? I mean, it's not like there's something wrong in just going out and checking to see what she's wearing. But she's my mom. ... Aaaarrrggh! Dammit! Okay, just one quick check.

He threw open the door and hurried downstairs to the living room. To his considerable delight and simultaneous tortured horror, he discovered her still in the maid outfit, cleaning windows.

The house had high windows. She had to stand on her toes and reach high up to get to the top of them, and each time she did this her entire ass came into view.

Alan thought his brain would split right in two. Okay. I'm a Boy Scout, nearly an Eagle Scout. I have to do the right thing. I have to tell her what she's showing, and not just gawk. She's my mother, for Christ's sake!

But on the other hand, I don't have to tell her right away, do I? I'm so painfully hard! This IS helping me! I won't have trouble getting inspired to masturbate for days. Years, in fact! Oh man. Her ass cheeks. So firm. No flab at all. They keep shifting back and forth, like she's doing a sexy walk. The desire to just put my hand right there... He lurched forward a step or two.

No! ... And why the HELL is she dressed like this, anyways? If she spreads her legs at all, I might even be able to see her... Right between... No. Don't even go there, Alan. Don't even go there.

He noisily made his way towards her and said as casually as possible, "Hey Mom. Still wearing that funny outfit?"

"Dorky, more like." She was oblivious to her exposed ass, and in her usual good spirits.

"Mom, I'm dying here. Dying of curiosity. What on Earth did you bet with Suzanne that made you wear that?"

Susan turned around towards him, and blushed deeply. Then she turned away again, which happily brought her partly exposed ass back into his view. "Oh, nothing. Nothing important."

Man alive! The mystery deepens! I wish she'd spread her legs a bit though, like they were earlier. I can't see anything between them. ... What am I saying? She's my mother!

Just then, Alan heard a door open. He saw that it was Suzanne's daughter Amy. Aha! My savior! I can get her alone, and have her tell Susan to change clothing. Then Susan won't be embarrassed that I saw. Amy is very dependable and won't give me a hard time about it. Perfect.

So Alan told Amy what to do, and Amy got Susan to change without letting Susan know that Alan had told her about it.

Susan was horrified to find out what she was showing. Later, she repeatedly wondered if Alan had seen anything, and if so, what, but she was too shy to ask or even bring it up. She was surprised to discover that she didn't really mind that much if he had seen her naked ass.

In fact, in her heart of hearts she wondered if it was really an accident that she was doing so many tasks that showed off her ass when she knew she'd been putting on quite a display. She'd been having some sexual dreams starring Alan in recent days, and even though she found them extremely disturbing, it was also the most exciting thing to happen to her in years.

Alan found he had no choice but to hurry back to his room and masturbate yet again.

After dinner Suzanne came over once more, wearing a new dress, if one could call it that. Her lower extremities were covered well enough, but two strips of orange cloth that crossed each other in the back and again in the chest left little to the imagination.

Katherine sat with them in the living room and they all played cards, which they often did after dinner.

Katherine was a bit taken aback by the clothing of the two women, especially Suzanne's dress. Suzanne often raised her arms, frequently yawning, or at least pretending to yawn. It seemed obvious to Katherine that such movements were specifically designed to excite Alan (and exciting him they were).

Katherine thought to herself, Alan's totally checking Suzanne out! He's spellbound by the view of her boobs. And it almost seems as if Mom isn't wearing a bra either, but that couldn't be possible. Could it?

Katherine was a prudish and shy girl, but she was so flummoxed by the strange situation that she just had to say something.

"Suzanne. That dress of yours. It's very, uh..."

"Sexy?" Suzanne helpfully suggested.

"Yeah, very sexy."

"Oh, thank you! You noticed! You're probably wondering why I'm wearing it. As you know, Alan has been so down in the dumps now, for almost a week. And he's totally fallen off of his 'schedule.'" That was another euphemism, referring to his chart of the number of times he got sexual relief a day.

Suzanne continued, "So your mother and I decided that if we made things around here a little bit sexier, we could break him out of his depression over Christine, and at the same time get his libido going again. Today's our first full day. And according to Alan, it appears to be working. Look how much happier he is already! Alan, do you think this dress is sexy?"

Everyone looked at Alan.

There's no doubt he was smiling and happy if a bit in awe. He was practically struck stupid by Suzanne's sexiness, and was losing badly at cards. "Uh, yeah," was all he could manage.

Suzanne continued, "If you feel comfortable doing it, you can also dress up a bit more sexily, Katherine. The more the merrier, right Alan?"

"Okay!" Katherine answered before Alan could.

Susan quickly interjected, "The emphasis there is on 'a bit.' Let's not overdo this, okay? Everything in moderation. Isn't your dress a little too much, Suzanne? I mean, really! And only in this house, is that clear, Angel? I feel horrible just thinking about some strange man looking at my daughter with lust in his eyes."

Katherine giggled happily. "Sure. What a good idea! Of course I'll help out. Anything for my number one brother!"

"Hey, I'm your only brother," said Alan.

"That's why you're my number one brother," she joked.

No more was said of such things that evening.

Katherine thought later, Looks like Suzanne has the same kind of thoughts that I've been having. Sexing things up. That's good, that gives me the green light to step things up some more.

But what's her motive? Is it just to help Brother out, or does she want him too? If she does, she doesn't have the whole incest problem to deal with like I do, plus she's like a thousand times sexier than I am. I can't compete!

But on the other hand, if she keeps pushing, maybe that could open doors for me too. Maybe we could all help him out. It's probably my only serious chance to turn my dreams into reality. I'm not that good at talking my mom into stuff, but Suzanne can talk her into doing just about anything. She's amazing, and she knows it.

Suzanne did not in fact visit Alan's room again that evening. She decided, I'll have to pace myself more, if I don't want Susan to get suspicious or mad. Making her wear that maid outfit was really pushing my luck; if I get caught naked with Alan straight on the heels of that I'll be in big trouble. Best let things cool down a bit for a few days. All in all, my plan to seduce Alan is working like a charm. All I need is patience.

CHAPTER 7 (Tuesday, Oct. 1)

Susan and Suzanne now frequently showed themselves off to Alan. Suzanne dressed a lot more boldly than Susan did, but Susan was at least making an effort to "sex things up" to help Alan reach his daily target.

His sister Katherine was also busy with her own plans to "sex things up." Because of her longstanding secret crush on her brother, she could hardly believe she had a green light of sorts to act sexy around him too. She plotted just what she should do when and how far she could dare go.

When Alan came home on Tuesday afternoon, he was surprised to find Katherine standing in the living room, wearing the sexiest and most revealing clothes he'd ever seen her wear. She had on a tight white top that left her stomach exposed, and an extremely short pair of white shorts. It was a not-so-subtle imitation of what Susan had worn the night before last.

Katherine, feeling his eyes upon her, asked shyly, "Hey Bro! How do you like my clothes? I bought these things last year, but ended up never wearing 'em. Now, Mom will finally let me."

He thought, You know what? I don't think she's wearing a bra. Just like Mom and Aunt Suzy. True, her boobs aren't Wonders of the World like theirs, but they're still plenty to get my heart racing, and that's a fact! Especially since she's bouncing all over. I guess she's excited that she's allowed to wear these clothes? I dunno. Women.

"They're very nice," he admitted honestly. He joked, "They're like, from this century!"

She was very pleased and laughed heartily. She bounced around some more, breaking into some of her cheerleader routines.

He left the room but realized he'd left his backpack behind and returned a minute later. He was surprised to find Katherine still there, but now standing still with her eyes closed and an intent look on her face. She had two hands down below her waist, and was making strange motions with them.

If I didn't know better, it almost looks like her hands are making the motions of someone stroking a penis, Alan thought. But obviously that can't be, he concluded. He was too shy to ask what she was doing, and left the room unnoticed.

(Actually, she'd figured he would come back for his backpack and wanted him to discover her like that.)

He was so surprised at her behavior that about a minute later he had to go back to look at her again. She was still making the strange hand motions, but this time curiosity got the best of her and she looked up as he came in. She immediately stopped her hand motions and even put her hands behind her back in embarrassment.

There was no hiding that fact that he'd seen her doing something, so he asked, "Katherine, what are you doing there?"

"Oh, nothing!" she said, pretending to be flustered. "Nothing at all! I wasn't thinking about you, really!" She gawked at his crotch. "It was, uh, this other guy. Actually, I wasn't thinking of anybody. Um, that reminds me, Mom asked me to go do something." She fled the room.

That only amazed Alan even more. What the heck was that about? I mean, that totally looks like she was fantasizing stroking a guy. She acted so guilty, too. And was she staring at my shorts for a moment, there? Dang, that was bizarre. I hope she didn't see my erection.

He then walked into the dining room and found Susan and Suzanne chatting and drinking coffee. His eyes went to his mother first.

Susan wore a red silk top that didn't particularly reveal her big breasts, but it left her stomach completely uncovered. That was pretty sexy by itself, because she had the firm abdominals of an athlete, since she and Suzanne worked out together every day, and also because even showing off her belly button was a very rare event. She wore shorts, shorter than any she'd worn before. In the back, the shorts reached just as far down as the fold of skin at the edge of her ass cheeks. He didn't recognize either item, which was because they were both Suzanne's clothes that even Suzanne had never been bold enough to wear.

They both got up upon seeing him, and bounded across the room to him.

With all the bouncing that ensued, he knew that, again, neither of them was wearing a bra.

Both of them hugged him, pressing into him from either side.

He realized, I can feel four nipples pressing against my chest! All at once! Somehow I could believe this kind of thing coming from Aunt Suzy, but it just doesn't seem possible that my mom would dress like this as well. Someone wake me up from this weird dream. I'm having totally unthinkable feelings about both of them. Constantly!

He hadn't gotten a good look at Suzanne yet, but when the hug ended he took the opportunity to scope out her outfit. She wore a dark blue dress that impressively showed off her curvy body.

Alan loved the dark blue color, as it contrasted with her dark reddish-brown hair and pale creamy skin so effectively. The dress put her cleavage on exceptionally fine display.

What do you think, Alan?" Suzanne asked, knowing full well he was checking her out. "Va-va-voom!" She stepped back and positioned herself like the famous scene of Marilyn Monroe standing above an air grate. Unfortunately there was no wind to blow her dress up, but the pose was a big hit with him just the same. She brushed a hand through her hair and stared at him with hungry eyes.

As she leaned over, he could see her boobs hanging down dramatically inside her dress. He'd already been hard from seeing Katherine's revealing outfit and suggestive hand gestures, but now his penis seemed to turn as hard as steel.

Susan laughed happily but nervously, and said, "My friend is so shameless, isn't she? Suzanne, you really go too far." She began walking towards the kitchen, saying, "Come on, Tiger, you must be thirsty. What would you like to drink?"

As Susan poured Alan his favorite drink, milk, Suzanne added, "I dressed your mother up in some of my clothes today, because all of hers are so totally square."

Susan leaned back over a counter towards the dining room, and playfully stuck her tongue out at Suzanne. In the process, she bent over and revealed to Alan nearly as much of her equally considerable cleavage as Suzanne had just done. The difference was, she didn't know what she was showing, whereas Suzanne mostly certainly knew the impact of every flirty move she made.

Suzanne continued, "Starting tomorrow, the two of us are going shopping and will get her some new clothes. She's been the fashion torchbearer for the Victorian Era for far too long! I have a news flash: Victoria's Secret has nothing to do with Queen Victoria."

Susan laughed, flicked her wrist, and said "Oh, you!" like some silly schoolgirl. She giggled nervously. This was very atypical behavior for her. She was uncomfortable about the whole "sex things up" policy.

Soon the situation was back to normal, with the two of them sitting at the dining room table again. Alan made up an excuse to leave and went back to his room to beat off. After the unprecedented sexy triple display of the three women closest to him, he had no trouble at all getting quick relief. He tried to think of Suzanne, since she was the least forbidden fantasy object, but he ended up thinking about all three of them.

He felt guilty about that when his climax was over, but that didn't stop him from thinking about all three of them the next time. And the time after that.

He spent much of the evening masturbating in his room, or if he wasn't up for that, then thinking about all that he'd seen lately. But most of all he was dying of anticipation, because of Suzanne's visit the night before. He expected her to come in and do a repeat same at any moment.

But he was disappointed - Susan and Suzanne got to talking, and Suzanne was unable to find a chance to be alone before it grew late and she had to leave. (Suzanne spent most of the time trying to overcome Susan's objections to the whole "sex things up" idea.)

Alan had set a personal record of seven orgasms the day before. He ended up equaling it this day, even without new inspiration from Suzanne. He was concerned, though, if what had happened was a freak event, but he needn't have worried.

Suzanne was very determined to give him much more assistance soon.

CHAPTER 8 (Wednesday, Oct. 2)

The next afternoon, Alan hurried home, masturbated, took a nap, then woke up and masturbated again. This was becoming his daily routine and served as two dependable checks on his chart out of the six he needed. He was so sexually naïve that he couldn't actually imagine having sex, and instead dreamed of running his hands over naked skin. Even kissing seemed beyond him. He mostly thought about Suzanne and again tried to push lustful thoughts of Katherine and Susan out of his head. He was a bit more successful with that this time, mostly because his dreaming of another Suzanne visit was more than enough fantasy fodder for him.

But not long after finishing for the second time, the object of his fantasy knocked on his door. This time, Suzanne was smarter about her arrival than she had been last time. Rather than come in before he'd masturbated, she decided it was better to come in immediately after. That would make it harder to get him aroused, but it also meant he could stay hard a lot longer. She actually waited outside with an ear and a cup to his door until she heard the quiet noises from his bed finally stop. Then she knocked. "Sweetie? It's your Aunt Suzy."

"Come in," yelled Alan.

Again, he had thrown on only a T-shirt and shorts but no underwear, but did it deliberately this time. He sat up in his bed with a science fiction novel, trying to act casual. In fact, his heart was already pounding with excitement from the moment he heard her voice.

This time he thought he she'd be wearing the same outfit she' had on earlier, and he was eagerly looking forward to seeing it on her. But to his surprise, she was wearing something even sexier. She now wore a skimpy summer dress that was partly see-through. Or perhaps it was lingerie - he wasn't sure. His heart beat even faster. Oh man! Sweet! I just know something good is gonna happen.

Suzanne walked right over to his bed, and said, "I thought we could do more of what we did the day before yesterday. I've got some more Internet porn to show you. Does that sound fun?"

"Very," he said enthusiastically. He was really nervous, but a little more confident than the nervous wreck he was yesterday, since he had a better sense of what would happen.

"Great, but why the dungeon look? I thought you were over your big depression." The heavy drapes were drawn again, keeping the room nearly dark as night.

Alan tried to think. He didn't want to open the drapes because he was hoping the same lighting effect would allow him to glimpse the reflections of her breasts again, but of course he couldn't say that. So instead he claimed, "I just woke up from a nap, and when I open the drapes it hurts my eyes. Besides, it keeps the room cool. It's so hot lately."

"Just wondering," Suzanne said. With the double meaning evident in her voice, she noted, "Things are getting pretty hot." More playfully, she added, "Although, I was rather hoping you'd say you were a vampire and wanted to bite my neck."

Alan realized he had a problem. His penis was already hard as iron, and sticking out through the zipper fly of his tight, short shorts. To stuff them back into the shorts would be like putting an elephant into a breadbox. He wanted to look at the porn with his erection secretly hanging out, like he did the time before. That had made things a lot more fun, and a loss less painful, than they otherwise would have been. But he was sitting under covers in his bed, not in front of the computer. How to get from here to there without her noticing?

"Maybe it's better if you open them a crack," he suggested.

"Okay. I take it you mean the drapes and not my clothes," she responded playfully (not that her clothes had any cracks to open, as they already were barely clinging to her body).

When she faced away from him and walked towards the window a few feet away, he leaped out of his bed and made it to his computer chair in record time. He immediately scooted up the chair to make sure his exposed penis went far under the desk, just like it did before.

However, the lightning fast action of a sleepy boy immediately roused Suzanne's suspicion. She took a good look at him from across the room. At first she couldn't see anything much, as his back was now turned to her, but as she walked closer towards his desk she hit the right angle that showed his exposed hard-on.

Oh joy she thought, and clasped her hands together in glee. Just look at that big boy! This is going to be even more fun than I thought! How many more days will it take for my scheme to unfold before he's pounding me silly with that thing? I can't wait!

She went to his stereo to put on some music. She looked at his CD collection with a frown. "I don't suppose you have any classical, do you? Ravel, maybe?" It was obvious he didn't, even though he was too excited to answer. So she put on The Pretenders' first album instead. She figured that could help set a sexy mood.

She sat down right at his side like she did yesterday, and judged it time to discuss the weather some more, to open up further teasing possibilities.

"So you call this cool, huh?" She grabbed one part of her dress in front of her boobs and began pulling it out and away from her cleavage then back towards her slowly and repeatedly, as if she was fanning herself. Each time she pulled the dress away, she completely exposed her breasts to Alan's helplessly gawking eyes. She left one boob totally naked by the time she was done fanning.

"I don't know about you, but I'm soooo hot!" she added.

The house luckily wasn't air-conditioned, but Suzanne had gone further and, using the bathroom across the hallway, dabbed herself with water all over before coming to Alan. The effect was that her clothes were sticking to her all over, and rivulets of water were running down her skin everywhere. She looked like she was sweating profusely, as if she'd just run a marathon. She finally pulled the shirt away from her and used one hand to keep it open, allowing Alan unrestricted access to peek at her naked boobs, glistening with dripping water.

God, I've never seen anything so sexy! Alan thought. "You are HOT!" he abruptly said out loud, in pure amazement. Then he blushed at his brashness.

"Why Sweetie," she replied coyly, "are you saying I look unusually warm, or are you saying that I'm an attractive woman?"

Tough question, he thought. Am I allowed to call Aunt Suzy "hot" or did I really make a blunder? He looked at her again, with her exposed breasts just a foot from his face. He had a strong urge to simply bury his face in there. Damn, if I can't call her hot, then nothing is hot.

"Uh, urm, both, actually." There was a long pause as he built up to say something. He finally spit it out. "Um, Aunt Suzy? I should warn you that your, uh, your top, well, it's kind of come undone."

She beamed. "Sweetie! You're just too sweet! Thanks for the warning, but don't you think I know what I'm showing?"

Alan was having a hard time figuring out where to look. He still couldn't believe she wouldn't mind if he stared at her chest. "You mean...? But, what about, what about your husband? I have to respect your marriage." His eyes bounced back and forth from her face to her chest as he battled his lustful urges.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Sweetie, you're too nice. Let me worry about that, okay? Let's just say there's no love lost between my husband and I."