CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

Alan was blissfully unaware of all the dramas going on amongst the cheerleaders. He walked home since he'd been given a ride there that morning. He actually enjoyed the respite during the walk as a rare chance to be alone and think.

It's amazing that I'm only halfway through Tuesday. How will my penis ever make it to Saturday? If this is being grounded, I wish I could be grounded more often. I'm actually kinda glad I can't go to Kim's for the "Service Alan Club" this week, 'cos there's only so much I can take. And there's another appointment with Akami on Friday, too. I can almost hear the sound of my grades in freefall, splatting onto the ground. I've got a couple of big tests on Friday, and I haven't even started to study for the SATs or apply to colleges. Not to mention the Boy Scouts hiking trip coming up soon. How can I juggle it all?

I mean, all I'm doing and thinking is sexual. Why, the sheer amount of milk and juice I've been drinking lately so my penis won't run out of cum - it's insane. And now, whenever Mom says, "Tiger, would you like another glass of milk?," it takes on a whole new meaning. I imagine her patiently waiting for it to run through my system so she can suck it out of my penis. And I get so aroused. Being handed a glass to drink is actually arousing. Every fucking single thing is arousing! I'm going to flunk out of everything in life, except getting aroused.

He sighed, and thought with mixed emotions, There's no doubt I'm getting pretty good at that.

When Alan arrived at the front door of his house, his mother was waiting for him, and had a couple of brownies ready for him to eat.

Nudity had become so common that it wasn't so surprising that her outfit, an apron, now left her chest completely exposed. But in fact it was the first time she had worn clothes where there wasn't even the slightest pretense of covering up her privates, and she looked unusually embarrassed about it, and unusually nervous as well. For one thing, Susan never owned this type of clothing before, but thanks to Suzanne's recent purchases, she had lots of these types of clothes.

Alan momentarily had the desire to say sexy and nasty things to her in response to her new look. But he realized that it took a big leap of courage for her to go this far, and the best response was just to act as if it was a perfectly normal thing until she got more used to it.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "How was your day?" She walked up to him as she said this, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, and even briefly tongued him. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," said Alan. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise. "It just got a lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be friendlier when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways, especially when it comes to kissing. You like?"

When she asked, "You like," she wasn't just speaking of the brief but intimate kiss. She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted around to show off her new apron. It was a specially designed erotic apron, which had cloth in areas to highlight the fact that there was no cloth covering the tits or ass.

What she didn't add was Suzanne's advice that she could do just about anything with Alan short of straight intercourse, and the more she did, the healthier it would be for the both of them. She wanted to break new barriers right away, but was a little bit afraid how. She'd never been fucked in the tits or in the ass, or even had her pussy licked. Her husband was as bad of a lover as he was an infrequent one.

"I most definitely like," Alan said. "You look even sexier than you did this morning! I couldn't imagine that was even possible. I like how it exposes and hides at the same time."

Susan laughed. "Well it doesn't hide that much. It mostly exposes. About the only thing it tries to hide is this." She lifted up the front of the apron and showed off her pussy.

"Mmm, that's one spot I'd like to get to know a lot better." Alan was struck by how willing she was now to show herself off like this, despite her nervousness. He figured the fashion show in particular had done wonders to get her to enjoy showing herself off.

"Now, now, Alan, remember that I'm your mother. We have to have limits." She still held the apron up, and even wiggled her hips a bit, greatly diminishing her authority to talk seriously about limits.

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their dry hump.

"Do I? How could I possibly forget? But I'm serious. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to you know what. Sorry about that Tiger."

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to actually maintain this restriction. She felt safer with anal sex, even, than more dry humping.

To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. Her aroused nipples again poked firmly into his chest. Alan wished his shirt was off so he could feel skin against skin. "How's our little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever?"

"Forever? I've been home a total of two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you," Alan said as he took his shorts and underwear off. "I still have five times to go to make eight today."

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again without her. She'd noticed from the chart on his wall that he appeared to get one check each day while in school, and sometimes even two.

She thought, I'm dying to know who's helping out at school, but I suppose it's none of my business. I don't want to come across like a jealous girlfriend.

God, that gets me so HOT, imagining I'm his girlfriend! In any case, eight times is a LOT, even for a virile, cum-filled boy like him. He's gonna need help at school so I should be thanking whomever it is, espcially since having sex at school must be a hard thing to accomplish without getting caught. Heck, knowing my Tiger, he's probably getting blown and stroked from all kinds of girls at school! That gets me even hotter!

Alan's penis sprang out, and Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed. Alan asked half seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate at school, when I know I have someone so hot waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about you! Katherine is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all time greats. The greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. I can hardly stand it. One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day, every day. Just so I could play with your perfect body."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy some nice cocksuckings later on without having to worry about doing that. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well."

She dragged him by the penis up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass somewhat like a two person conga line.

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!"

But I'm afraid. It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt. And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He probably hates the idea of anal sex. I know he does. I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes my butt, at least.

When they reached the door to Alan's room, Alan pushed her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. Alan found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting than doing the same things in his own.

As he stood there with his hands roaming her ass while she played with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother, who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. It makes me so happy. Plus, it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are."

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate my tits, but now I love them."

Her thoughts began to drift. Suzanne said it's okay if he fucks my tits. He needs to start doing that immediately. I don't know how it's gonna feel, but it's less scary than anal sex. Alan, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's hooters. Do it now!

But she didn't let on as to what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly, and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as I have been in the last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

Alan stood behind her and felt her butt again, since it was the only thing he was technically allowed to touch. He worked his way towards the center of her rear and ended by sliding a finger into her anus.

"Alan, I'm your mother!" Susan cried in dismay. "If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often." It took a few seconds for Alan to register that she was saying the opposite of what he was expecting she'd say, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Alan," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it."

She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Alan has my butt. It's okay! Alan, take my butt and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's ass! Take out your finger, and put your cock inside me instead! Fill me with cock! Mommy wants to be a butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, Susan again only gave a contented, motherly smile. Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head.

"You're the best, Mom," Alan replied. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles. ... By the way, I like this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, and nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, my clothes will fall off. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot."

"I could think of worse things that could happen," Alan said jokingly as he undid the bow.

CHAPTER 2

Sure enough, the apron fell down as he undid the bow (she helpfully pulled the straps of the apron off of her shoulders at the same time). Susan laid herself down, spread eagled on her double bed. She put her knees wide apart, and made sure to give him a good look of her pussy lips. "Just what do you plan to do to me here?" she asked seductively. "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking loving, penis hungry-mouthed mommy?"

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy. But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled onto her stomach and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She couldn't get over the fact he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe, and it made her giddy.

"That's all I do all day, is have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I keep my promise to respect your boundaries." Alan took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it. Emboldened by her frisky move, after a few minutes he reached out and cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure. I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit. "I love you too, Alan. But boundaries, remember the boundaries," she told him reluctantly but sternly. "You were just saying how you respect them."

Alan was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager. But he obeyed her wishes, and pretended that he was obeying the "boundaries" all along. "I know, Mom, I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication." He wiped up some of her pussy juices onto his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"Uh!" she groaned. "I guess that's ... uh!... okay then. But don't go too far and force me to stop what we're doing. There's just one place you shouldn't touch!" He pushed his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip, his other fingers brushed her skin on both sides. Since her pussy was mere inches away from her anus, that meant his thumb lightly rested on her slit most of the time.

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

Susan began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger's prodding. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slightly slip into her pussy lips.

But to his disappointment, she quickly said, "I think someone's idea of boundaries is getting a little too blurry. If a neighbor were able to look in the windows right now, they might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both.

She raised her butt even higher, and Alan just concentrated on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could say to him, "Fuck me in the ass." And it would happen. He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia and do my ass.

But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head?

Thoughts of the ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by the thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else. "I'm going to roll over." Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her roll over.

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's a little too overheated, so I'm going to calm him down."

Alan laid his head on his mother's pillow, and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He was delightfully reminded that the only thing she was still wearing was high heels.

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right where his penis was poking up. She grabbed her tits and pressed them around his penis.

But such contact (technically a violation of her own boundary rules) was all too brief for Alan.

She said, "Oopsie! How did that happen?" and she soon scooted back a bit so her mouth was over his tool. She added, "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to move the boundaries just a bit. We might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits again. But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around." She took him in and began sucking.

Alan decided that if she was almost okay with titfucking, she wouldn't mind a little tit groping. So he hefted her weighty, hanging tits, and grasped them tightly while she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them, but she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so most of his concentration centered on his PC muscle, and preventing a semen explosion.

After a while, she stopped for a moment to rest her jaw and said, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. For starters, he doesn't even want me to suck him off. The idiot. For another thing, I'd rather have you here than him any time, but you have to realize we can only do this on my bed on special occasions. Boundaries, you know."

Even as she said this, she had the sense that particular boundary was crumbling. "To call you a replacement for that loser would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..." She resumed her sucking.

"Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I'm adopted?"

"Yes, I am. Now, don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk. Just make her suck your meat. That's what mommies are best at."

She smiled to herself contentedly, and resumed sucking again. Whenever she had his penis in her mouth, she felt like she entered some kind of special land, a perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was the penis, and she was overwhelmed by waves of joy and love. Nothing else entered her mind but the sexual feelings in her mouth, her mauled boobs, and her tingling pussy.

Alan looked down and saw her still on all fours, her chest now pressed down on his thighs and her ass high up in the air. He reluctantly let go of her tits since they were pressed up against him too firmly for him to fondle them properly. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was past his knees and too far away. So he stroked the silky smooth skin on her back.

She pulled her body slightly away from his, so now her nipples still touched the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs swayed enticingly. With such a sight before him, and the increasingly practiced things she was doing with her mouth, he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty. Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming I think I'm going to faint. I try not to think about you at all at school any more, because I just can't function if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, and moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses up his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his, and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big hooters."

She pulled back from his face, which disappointed Alan greatly, but he didn't completely mind because she put on a nice display for him. Sitting up over him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together and up, proudly pushing them toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty. She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time in the world to luxuriate at the sight of her bare chest.

He reached tentatively forward with a hand. She opened her eyes and saw this, then grabbed the hand and firmly pulled it into her chest. Then she grabbed the other one, and rubbed his inert hands all over her tits.

The hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together with her hands still over his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every second of the day. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits. Probably another ten points from thinking about Suzanne's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him, but only for a second. Then she said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. You do."

She kissed him passionately on the lips, but before he could really react to that, she pulled away and scooted a couple of feet down his body. "I didn't just kiss you," she giggled as she scooted down. "I'm only allowed to do that at our nightly tuck and suck."

She thought to herself, What's with me today? I just feel so playful and naughty, even before he came home. I just want to do everything with him, and now Suzanne says I can! I'm going to make this a Tuesday neither of us will ever forget.

She tried to get serious, and said in an authoritative tone, "Now, Tiger, in all seriousness, you have to understand. Your mother has needs. And one very important need is that you have to love my tits. They need to be groped and sucked and fucked every day. Seriously. They neeeeed it. They want your attention. Do you want to fuck your mommy's tits? Do you think you can handle that?"

Alan gulped. "Um, I can try." A combination of sudden nervousness and surprise made his voice crack on the word "try." It was the first time it had happened to him in weeks. Both of them laughed at this reminder of his youth.

She held his penis in both hands and placed her mouth right over it. "Now look what you did. You got me so excited with even more compliments that I completely forgot about the most important thing, which is sucking your cock. Speaking about fantasizing every second of the day, that's all I ever think about any more. You think your IQ is going down? The only thing on my mind anymore is this juicy, yummy, yummy fuck stick!" She wrapped her mouth around it, and took it as deep as she could. Both of her hands did delightful things to his balls as the head of his penis tickled the back of her throat.

As she sucked, she made up a little song in her head:

I am Alan's whore
I'm going to suck him, more, more, more
I am Alan's slut
He's going to fuck me up the butt
I am Alan's wench
He'll cum on me until I'm drenched
I am Alan's toy
Sucking him's the greatest joy
I am Alan's mom
I suck with my clothes off or on
I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
I am Alan's bitch
His cum is thick, the taste is rich

She made up verse after verse, repeating previous verses until she came up with a new word to rhyme, and then the new verse would get tacked on at the end. Finally Alan neared climax and she had to concentrate fully on pleasing him. It didn't take long for Alan to start cumming.

Alan gripped the sheets tightly as Susan's head madly bobbed and she sucked him dry. Alan actually passed out from the ecstasy of it all.

Minutes passed. For once, Susan didn't feel any post-coital guilt, but instead went back to singing her song, over and over. She held the huge mouthful of her son's seed and let the slick goo roll over and over her tongue. She rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, hoping she could make them even bigger for her son's benefit. Her song played over and over again as she tweaked her nipples and savored the tang delighting her taste-buds.

Alan lay there with his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of her best blowjob yet. He woke up and felt two huge mountains pressed into his chest, and a leg wrapped around one of his own. He remembered where he was, and could hardly handle how good it made him feel. I'm in my parent's bed. I'm Mom's new lover. She's never going to fuck Ron again. I can tell. Someday soon I'll be spending all my nights in this bed, at least when I'm not with Katherine. This is so awesome. This even makes the excellent fuck with Joy pale in comparison.

He opened his eyes and patted her on the head. She cooed happily in response, as she continued to snuggle next to him. Then he said, "Mom, you sucked so good there I think you actually bent light."

She giggled happily and responded, "Your mommy is your cum junkie. She's addicted to your sperm."

"You mean semen, don't you?"

"No, I mean sperm. It sounds naughtier. Your mommy loves you so much that she wants to do very naughty things to you. Yes. Very, very naughty things."

That returned Alan to full awareness. He looked around the room as if for the first time and saw his sister standing in the doorway. She was fully clothed (by the relative standards of the Plummer house) and doing nothing more than staring at them intently. "Hi Sis," he said.

Susan jerked her head up in surprise, briefly shocked and embarrassed. She'd been caressing his front side lovingly, tracing the paths of his muscles along his stomach and upper chest, but seeing that it was only her daughter, her fear quickly drained away. "Oh, it's you. How are you doing, Angel?"

Katherine laughed. "Pretty good, Mom. Glad to see you still use your mouth for talking, too."

Susan, moving to her usual spot between Alan's legs, grabbed Alan's now semi-hard penis and began rubbing it against her cheek dreamily, flaunting her position with Alan in front of her daughter.

He gave his PC muscle a little squeeze and forced a stream of pre-cum ooze to bubble out of his dick head while Susan was rubbing it back and forth along her face. She felt oddly proud that Alan would want to "mark" her in front of his sister. She used his hard cock as a paintbrush and smeared the slick coating all over her lips, allowing the heavy aroma to carry her away. "Cover me in cum," she whispered, as she imagined a bucket of her son's cum dumped over her head.

The only thing bringing her back to reality was that she was a bit miffed at Katherine's slight jibe. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Can't you see Mommy is very busy?"

"I can see that," her daughter answered, giggling. "I was just checking to see who was home. I thought you two would be in Alan's room."

"We're doing just fine in here," Susan answered, licking his penis from top to bottom. "It doesn't matter where I am as long as I'm between my Tiger's legs." She went on in a voice as if talking to a baby. "Big bad tiger. Aren't you a scary, big tiger, Alan? The scary wary mean old tiger wants to eat Mommy all up. Starting with her pussy."

She turned back to her daughter. "Now if you could leave us in private. Alan needs my hole. ... Um, I mean, my whole attention," she said giggling, purposely making the mistake. She was surprised that she'd made a word play.

"Okay," said Katherine. "But remember those boundaries you keep warning us about, Mom. When you said you want to do very naughty things, that sounds dangerous to your own rules. I think I'll check on you two periodically to make sure you're both on the up and up."

"Why don't you do that, dear. I assure you though, that my behavior is perfectly exemplary." Susan giggled after saying this, and looked at her daughter defiantly as she once again ran her tongue up and down Alan's shaft.

"Exemplary cocksucking," Alan joked, and the two of them had a hearty laugh.

Katherine left, a little bit peeved that she couldn't join in on the fun. She was acutely aware of the fact that it was a Tuesday. She'd been mostly cut out by Heather from playing with Joy earlier in the day, so she was a bit testy and unsatisfied. Her mother flaunting Alan's penis in such an immature way steamed her up in more ways than one.

Alan was spent however, and told his mother that he felt like a nap before he got it up again. He asked her, "Mom, would it be okay just this once if I could stay where I am and sleep in your bed? I'm so tired."

She responded playfully, "Hmm. So you want to sleep in the same bed as your naked mommy. What would Freud think about that? Hmm. ... Well, okay. I'll let you since this is a Tuesday, but don't make it a habit." She decided to nap next to him in her big bed. Alan took that as a sure signal that their sleeping together would soon would be a regular thing.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, It's gonna be so good when I wake up. Mom is totally ready for more sexual games. She's promised a titfuck, and I'm gonna do it just as soon as my penis bounces back. Not only that, but I'm in my parents' bed. Wild. Mom is certainly feeling more uninhibited that I've ever seen her before. Just how far will I be able to go with her? Is she ready to fuck? If only we could fuck. Maybe I should just take things in hand and make her do it. I KNOW she'd love it, once she got over the shock. But she'd be crying, "No, no" at first, and I couldn't bear that. ... Do it, Alan! Get some balls. Just fuck her.

He fell asleep and dreamed of nothing but fucking his mother.

CHAPTER 3

Alan woke up first. Taking advantage of this fact, he decided to pretend he was still asleep and roll into a more pleasing position. His mother Susan was under the same light sheet as him, but facing away. So he rolled over, draped his arm over her shoulder, and put his hand on her boobs.

He tried to play it cool and act like it had just accidentally fallen there while he slept. But with his hand on such a delightful orb of flesh, he couldn't restrain himself for long. Soon he has subtly squeezing and feeling the skin below his hand.

That woke Susan up, although he had his eyes closed so he didn't know it.

Susan opened one eye and saw what he was doing. She realized he was awake by the intent in his hand movements. She pretended to sleep just as he was doing, and thought, Now that's more like it! This is the kind of Tiger I want to see more often. An aggressive Tiger, taking sexual advantage of his innocent mommy while she sleeps. How delightfully naughty! I wonder what he'll do to me next? Whatever it is, I'm helpless to resist!

She rolled over a bit, so he could have access to her ass. That frightened him at first, but he waited another minute and decided she was still deep asleep. He waited another minute and then scooted his groin up to her butt. He carefully slid his penis along her butt crack, and wedged it in lengthwise (he still had no real conception how much he might enjoy anal fucking). Had she been faced the other way, he might have gone further, but he figured this was the best he could do in the circumstances. He knew how he sounded when he snored thanks to a recording his sister once had made to prove how loud he was, so the whole time he pretended to snore.

Susan was getting so excited that she had a very hard time trying to keep her breathing even. She was very aware of the penis wedged in her butt, and thought, Damn, I should have rolled the other way. Then he could "accidentally" stick something in my pussy! Oh, Alan, fuck your sleeping mommy. That way, I won't have to feel guilty about it, because I'll never know it happened until after it's over and your potent sperm leaks out of my sore pussy!

But, although she fantasized this, it was just a fantasy since of course she would have been fully awake. There was a reason she turned the other way, because she was still protective of her pussy.

She turned her thoughts to his hand on her tit. His pinky rested against her nipple, and moved ever so slightly back and forward, slightly stimulating it. Oooh, she thought. I wish I could wake up every morning with my Tiger on me like this!

Why don't you? the proverbial devil on her shoulder asked. The angel on the other shoulder had been conspicuously absent lately. The devil continued, The only person stopping that from happening is you. This bed is made for two to share, and God knows your husband is never in it. I think you need to serve your son in it every night!

A slightly less naughty voice in her head answered, Yeah, that would be nice - in bed with Alan! But if that happened, he would be fucking me before long.

Her naughty voice pressed, And the downside of that is...? Aren't you his sex toy now? As a sex toy, you have responsibilities and obligations. Are you willing to suck and fuck him every minute of the day, or are you going to let Angel or Suzanne win out as his favorite cum receptacle?

Her less naughty voice responded, I'm trying. I'm trying! But it takes time. I was raised to be such a prude!

The more wanton voice said, Think about all those juicy loads you're going to miss out on. Think of all that yummy sperm that rightfully should be sliding down your throat but will be sliding down someone else's. That's just wrong! Are you going to let him sleep alone each night? Will you let poor Tiger be lonely? So very lonely? Wouldn't you like to wake up every morning with the full feeling of his penis deep inside of you, pounding, hammering, splitting your pussy in two? Or at least, what about the alarm clock? You're Alan's special alarm clock, are you not? It's your duty to wake him up every day with a blowjob and hot cum splashing all over your face. And then a nice, solid fuck! Some people need a cup of coffee to get going in the morning. You need a good motherfucking!

The less naughty voice in her head replied, Don't go there. Not now. Katherine is checking on us today. Checking to make sure Mommy is being good. I need to be responsible! That drove the completely naughty voice away for the moment.

She had to keep up the pretense that Alan was still asleep, so she wanted to "wake him up." She took his hand and started rubbing it against her boobs. But it just hung there like the arm of a lifeless puppet - now that he knew she was awake he had to pretend to be sleeping.

She decided that it would be more fun to be sucking his penis and wanted to "wake him up" that way. She momentarily pondered giving Alan the "alarm clock" treatment, but her devilish voice had scared her a bit that she could get too aroused and go too far. So she pulled his lifeless arm to her face and began sucking on his fingers.

"Wake up, Tiger," she said between sucks.

Alan pretended to wake. "Where am I?" he asked in fake confusion.

"You're in your mommy's bed. And you have your dick stuck up her butt. Bad boy! You know that's not allowed," she chided him, but neither she nor Alan made any move to remove it. It wasn't much of a scolding, considered the way her words positively dripped with desire. She squeezed his erection with her ass muscles for further emphasis.

She continued to suck him one finger at a time, and Alan found it much more arousing than he would have imagined. "Do you like that, waking up in your mommy's bed, and doing nasty things to Mommy?" She ground her crotch into the top of his thigh, and slowly slid her hairy pussy up and down his skin. "Do you like filling her holes with such dirty, filthy body parts?"

"You see what I mean about bending the rules?" an unrecognized voice said.

Alan turned around and saw it was his sister who spoke. Katherine was now sitting on a sofa near the bed, dressed only in a see-through nightie and looking stern. But Alan could see through her act. Between Susan and Katherine, Alan thought for sure he would pass out again, from sheer delight.

Susan looked up with a start. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was only Katherine and then said petulantly, "Angel, today is my special day with Alan. You know that. Can't we have some privacy?"

"Not if you're pushing your rules like that. Look where Alan Junior is right now, for instance, wedged so far up your ass crack." (Katherine came up with "Alan Junior" without really thinking; little did she realize that it would become a common nickname for Alan's penis.) "Does it belong there? Does that fit with your boundaries?"

Susan had to suppress the urge to shout, "YES! I need my Tiger's cock deep in my ass!" Instead, she reluctantly pulled herself away from him and pouted, "But Angel. He's just so full of cum. I've got to squeeze all that juicy, tasty cum out of him every way I can."

Katherine, seeing that Alan was watching her, began pulling her nightie down her chest. "Fine. Then suck him off again. You've been acting all weird today. There's even a weird kind of wild look in your eye. I think I'll have to referee."

"Whatever you like," said Susan, pulling her head down to Alan's penis. "Just so long as you leave my Tiger all to me." As she said this to her daughter, she rubbed her son's penis up and down her cheeks and then all over her face. She gave Katherine a look that nonverbally said, "Don't you wish you had this in your hands?" She realized it wasn't a very mature thing to do, but she couldn't help herself. She liked to literally rub in the fact that she had possession of Alan's stiff pole and Katherine didn't.

She was in a strange mood – she was really letting go, and discovering just how wild her wild side was. It was thanks to Suzanne's "bend over but don't break" advice that she was letting her hair down so much. But had she thought about it, the effect was not what Suzanne promised it would be. Susan was thinking about having intercourse with her son with more serious deliberation than ever before.

Katherine watched attentively, silent but frowning.

After Susan rubbed her son's penis for a bit longer to get a reaction from her daughter, she sat up in bed and then ran her hands over Alan's body under the pretense of changing positions.

Once again she positioned her face over Alan's penis, but feeling extra naughty, she put her body over his instead of getting between his legs as she'd always done before. She bent down and began rubbing his penis with a free hand while she used the other one to prop herself up. Her legs were on either side of his head, just above his shoulders. Her pussy hung a foot above his face, and her boobs dropped down onto his stomach, where the nipples lightly brushed against his skin.

Susan previously wouldn't have trusted either Alan or herself in this position, but she figured that now the gloves were off, thanks to Suzanne's latest advice. Maybe it's time Tiger learns how to be a carpet muncher. He's gonna fill his face with Mommy's dripping hot cunt! Oh, I'm gonna love it! That's what I have - a cunt. Not a pussy, but a cunt. Pussies are for pussies. She laughed inwardly at her little word play. Then he's gonna fuck my tits. With Angel refereeing, I don't have to worry that we'll go all the way. Bend me over, Tiger, but don't break me!

But she gave him contrary instructions to her thoughts, just to drive him wild with desire. "You heard what your sister said, Tiger. Keep your hands still and make sure not to touch me in any way. Please don't disappoint me." She dropped her face down and began licking his stiff penis.

Katherine was prepared for such arousing sights. She brought a small bag of sexual accessories with her. She pulled her favorite dildo out of the bag and stuck it in her love box. It was Mr. Excitement - the big black one that Heather originally owned and had somehow come into her possession. It hung out of her hole at least six inches at the very least. She soon found herself pistoning it in and out as she watched.

Alan lolled his head to the side and saw his sister pleasuring herself. But as delightful a sight as that was, his attention soon returned to his mother's pussy hanging above his face. He drank in the smell of sex and watched rivulets of cum drip out of it and down her thighs. Susan periodically shook all over, and Alan realized those were orgasms. When she did this, some of his mother's cum would shake off of her skin, and a few drops flew onto his face.

Her timing was perfect. The closer he came to orgasm (thanks to the excited workings of her lips and tongue on his shaft), the lower his mother's pussy appeared to drop down, and that in turn drove him ever closer to the edge. He stuck his tongue up into the air, and was almost able to reach a few stray wisps of hair.

Susan was deliberately and slowly lowering her privates down onto his face, waiting with electric anticipation for the moment when she finally made contact with it. Her legs slowly spread wider and wider, even as her mouth continually slurped up and down the sides of his penis.

She thought to herself, Should I really do this? Should I put my pussy, I mean my cunt, right in his face? Even with Katherine as an umpire? Maybe I should do this when she isn't around? ... No. It's important they both know just what a big slut their Mommy is. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll want to punish me. Hopefully Alan will even give me a spanking. Yes! Tiger is going to spank his naughty mommy! Won't that be good? But not as good as his tongue up my cunt. Oh God, I can almost feel it. It's so close...

At least Susan could still think semi-coherent thoughts. Alan was so excited and overheated that his brain couldn't think at all. He was running entirely on some kind of primal sexual autopilot, completely incapable of considering if what he was doing was wrong or not. His eyes shut tightly as he struggled to survive the sheer anticipation of having his mother's pussy drop onto his face.

Susan's body slid down another good inch or two.

Alan's tongue was still sticking up, and he suddenly found it in amongst his mother's pussy lips. This pushed him over the edge, and he began to feel an ejaculation welling up within him. Pussy licking was still a new experience for him. He still found it a bit gross, getting his face in all that pubic hair, and had he thought about it, he wouldn't have been eager to repeat the experience. But he wasn't thinking about that anymore. All he knew was that a big hairy pussy was right in his face, and he had no say in the matter. He had to lick it.

"Foul! Foul!" cried Katherine as she worked her dildo in and out of herself. "Susan, get your butt up some more!"

But Susan was too busy with Alan's penis in her throat to talk. She could feel that it would begin shooting out semen any second. She stopped merely licking, and swallowed it deeper than she ever had before. She tried to get past the gag reflex, but couldn't quite do it.

Katherine hopped up from where she sat, the dildo still sticking out of her. She got up on the bed and tried to push her mother's butt up and away with both hands. "I said, get your butt up!"

But far from moving her butt up, Susan now appeared to be grinding it down onto Alan's face.

Alan could feel his mother's pussy shake and tremble; he knew she was reaching a peak of excitement.

As her pussy juice started to flow all over his face, he lost the last vestiges of control and began shooting cum forcefully into her eager mouth. Alan's cum was filling Susan's mouth, even as his tongue filled and explored her pussy lips.

Susan's whole body exploded in such a powerful orgasm that it was all she could do to stay conscious and keep sucking Alan's erection.

For her, the importance of getting her son to fill her mouth with cum was more important than anything in the world. Focusing on that need kept her from passing out, just barely. She felt her climax arrive with such a force that her pussy juice gushed out of her hot hole and into Alan's mouth.

Taking more drastic measures, Katherine plunged two fingers into her mother's pussy right above Alan's tongue and then she stuck her thumb into Susan's anus. Susan cried out in delight. Grasping Susan's privates like a bowling ball, Katherine pulled her mother's ass up into the air. The rest of her body had no choice but to follow, and Susan was forced up and away from her son's tongue.

"NoooOOOoooo!" Susan cried like a little child, especially as the surprise movement had forced her mouth off of his penis. Semen was shooting into her face and she barely managed to close her eyes before more strands of his spend hit her there.

Katherine now had Susan's pussy free of Alan's tongue, and she seemed content with that for the moment. Her other hand was busy fondling her mother's ass as if it was the last thing she'd ever be able to do, but Susan seemed completely oblivious about it.

Susan had something else on her mind: her son's dick. She dropped her mouth back down and resumed sucking Alan's stiff pole as it continued to shoot out ropes of cum. The quantity of each rope was below his usual standards, but still generous. She loved to feel the hot squirts hit the back of her throat.

Katherine had been pistoning her fingers in and out of both her mother's hot pussy and anus from the very first instant the fingers entered the holes. She could hardly believe the opportunity that had been presented to her.

She wasn't too worried that Susan would complain or even notice, because she knew that when Susan was cocksucking, it consumed her entire being. But she figured that if Susan did complain, she could use the excuse that she'd been trying to lift Susan up the whole time. So she sawed and fondled away while Susan finished off Alan's load.

When Susan finally finished swallowing her son's cum, she rested for a bit and then eventually lifted her whole body up so that she was resting firmly on her knees and elbows. Her cocksucking didn't quite end; she began slowly cleaning her son's penis off with her tongue. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a drop. She also hoped that if she "cleaned" it enough it might rise again. Further, she just liked the idea of being "forced" to do such a deferential act.

But still Katherine didn't take her fingers out of her mother's pussy or asshole. Keeping up the pretense of trying to move her, she complained as she vigorously probed, "Mom! I said, get off of Alan already."

Susan, though, was too excited to think or respond. The pulsing fingers attacking both of her holes caused her to climax in yet another powerful orgasm. She was so overcome she yelled, "Mmmff!" She stopped licking her favorite shaft just long enough to shout more coherently, "Yesssss!!!!!"

Another gush of Susan's cum covered her daughter's pistoning fingers, providing more lubrication for them to thrust in and out even at a faster pace. It was as if Susan's body was completely abandoning itself to sex. Only a lingering hint of her strict upbringing held her back from screaming, "Tiger! Angel! Both of you, fuck me in every hole!" She felt she was on the verge of becoming an uncontrollable nymphomaniac with both of her children and she loved it.

Alan lay exhausted six inches beneath his mother's pussy. His hands were resting and his penis was now lifeless, but he enjoyed the front row view of the double finger fuck nonetheless.

Susan's best orgasm of the day (so far) finally came to an end.

Katherine's finger fucking slowed down to a near stop. But she couldn't get herself to take her fingers out of her mother's holes just yet.

Susan finally said, "Thanks for the help, Angel. I think you can take out your fingers now."

"Are you sure?" Katherine asked, still wiggling the fingers a little bit. "Do you promise to behave?" She was playing for time and trying to establish precedence on what she could do in the future. She rubbed her thumb along her mother's clit while trying to dig her fingers deeper into Susan's dripping hole.

Her mind screamed, I can't believe I have my finger up my mother's cunt! I've been pumping it like there's no tomorrow and she doesn't care! And her ass! It's like I'm in control and she's the child. This is so awesome!

Susan's body involuntarily writhed with the new wiggling she could feel in both holes. "Yes. Mommy has been very naughty, but she promises to be good now. Please let me go."

"Okay, then." Katherine could see no more excuse for delay and her fingers came out with a loud pop. She sucked her mother's juices off of her fingers in full view of Alan's eyes while Susan was facing the other way. She really played up the licking for her panting and recovering brother. She even gave him a wink while she sucked her thumb clean.

Finally Susan sat up and moved away, forcing Katherine to stop her licking fun. The sexy mother ended up lying in the bed next to Alan, resting and thinking.

CHAPTER 4

As Katherine sat back down next to the bed she commented, "You're acting really weird today, Mom. What would have happened to you two if I hadn't been here? I shudder to think."

"I just shudder," Susan joked, making reference to her many loud, very visible, and intense orgasms. "But Angel, thank you for your help. Having a referee isn't so bad, I guess."

"No problem." Katherine smirked, tickled pink that her mother considered what she did some kind of help and not a blatant grope.

Susan, however, wasn't completely oblivious. She laughed and said, "But daughter, you know there are other ways to pick a person up. You don't have to lift Mommy up like a bowling ball!!"

They all laughed at that.

Susan greatly enjoyed the touch of her daughter. It was the first time she'd felt another woman's fingers insider her pussy (Suzanne had probed her asshole earlier in the day). Deep down she wanted more. But she couldn't consciously admit that to herself just yet. She had to ask Katherine to stop or else she figured she would have to admit to herself that she was a lesbian. After what she'd done with Suzanne lately, that wasn't a topic she wanted to think about at all.

She also was pleased with the whole "referee" idea. She liked when she didn't have to control her own desires, but could rely on Katherine to intervene. She wished for more.

This is great. I can go right to the edge of fucking without having to worry about losing all control. I can't wait until Tiger fucks me up the butt! Angel would have to watch to make sure he doesn't slip in the other hole. As long as she's watching, I should probably play with her clitoris just a little bit, you know, just to say thanks for keeping an eye out. Oops! I didn't say that. No clit sucking for you, Susan, I meant clit fondling. Not legal. Boundaries. Lesbianism. Bad. Boy, when did I become such a naughty mommy?

Alan sat up on the bed a bit and said, "By the way, Mom, I've hardly ever done that before. Put my mouth down there on a woman, I mean. It was all so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't really figure out if I liked it. I don't think I've gotten the hang of it. Can we try that again some time when we're both more aware of what we're doing?"

Susan was perturbed. "Tiger, don't ask me that. You've got me very confused. We'll talk about that later. ... Of course I enjoyed it, but your sister says we're not allowed to do it."

She looked across Alan to her daughter with a sour face, as if she thought her daughter was a jailer.

But Katherine rightly pointed out, "Mom, I'm just enforcing your rules. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

Katherine had flopped back on the sofa across from where the prostrate Alan lay on the bed. The giant Mr. Excitement dildo was still sticking out of the bottom of her nightie. She'd been too busy with Susan to get her own climax, but she was making up for lost time. She slowly kneaded her breasts and occasionally played with her clit or the dildo.

Susan was intensely curious about the big black object sticking out of her daughter's slit. She also didn't want to discuss her own hypocritical standards. So she asked, "What's that thing, Angel? That, that... dildo? Vibrator?"

"That's right, Mom, it's a dildo. Don't you own one?"

"No. Don't you remember I'm sexually conservative and frigid?"

All three of them had a hearty laugh at that.

As an aside, Susan noted, "God, I don't know what's come over me. I think that's the fourth joke I've made today! I feel all loosey goosy. It's great. I feel so alive and unrestrained!"

"Why don't you ask Suzanne for one?" suggested Katherine, still talking about dildos. "In fact, I think she's already got one with your name on it."

"Is it as good as a real penis?" Susan asked, very interested.

"No, nothing feels as..." Katherine answered, then stopped herself. She was going to say, "Nothing feels as good as Alan's cock filling my cunt," but luckily stopped herself in time. She reminded herself again that in her mother's eyes she was still supposed to be a virgin.

Instead, she completed her thought by saying, "...good as a real penis. At least I don't think so. Not like I would know, first hand, you know. But how could something plastic compare with real flesh and blood? The big size is just for show. It doesn't actually help, though the wideness feels nice." She began pumping the plastic penis in and out of herself again, as if to help demonstrate her meaning.

"Okay, Angel, I think we get the point," Susan said in an annoyed voice. But at the same time she unconsciously licked her lips with lusty desire to feel and taste her daughter's sopping wet pussy.

She shook her mind clear of those thoughts and looked over to the clock beside the bed. "Tiger, I take it you're down for the count for a while. Why don't you two run along? It's still an hour and a half until dinner, so both of you can get a lot of homework done. But, Alan, if you get erect while you're working, you know whose mouth is always waiting for a cock stuffing."

Alan reluctantly sat up in bed, somewhat surprised it was all over.

Katherine was surprised too.

Both of them were hoping that they were at the beginning stages of a full on family orgy. But Susan's fear of lesbianism gave her enough willpower to stop.

Susan grabbed her son's hand and held onto it. "Tiger, today I'm feeling a little ... I don't know what. Naughty, I suppose. But don't expect this kind of thing all the time, okay?"

He replied with genuine feeling, "Mom, I feel so good in your bed. I just want to stay here forever."

She put a second hand on his and caressed it. "I know, I know. Me too. And believe me, I plan to suck your cock in this bed so many times that it'll be your new home away from home. And if you want to kiss my pussy a little bit here and there, like you just did, that's okay. Not only that, but I meant what I said about titfucking. If you want to slide your big thing through mommy's titties any time you like, I suppose she's helpless to stop you."

Her attitude changed as she remembered the need for self-control. "As long as we don't get carried away, that is. But we have to do responsible things too, like homework. Maybe we'll save the titfucking as a reward for when you finish all your homework. So get going before you make me all lightheaded and juicy with another one of your sweet compliments. And you too, daughter. Next time, if I'm standing by the kitchen cabinets and you want to get some breakfast cereal, you don't have to fill up my cunt and ass with your fingers to get me to move, you know. There are other ways. So improper."

But all three of them were smiling, because she didn't really mean her weak admonishments very much.

Katherine thought to herself, I am SOOO going to be fully fucking Mom really soon. Kim is going to die of jealousy! Family orgy right around the corner. Yes!

CHAPTER 5

A few sex-free hours followed. Alan and Katherine actually accomplished some homework. Both of them were far behind in their classes. Alan had a test coming up he knew he would do poorly on, but choosing between studying harder and more sexual games, he always ended up playing the sexual games. He consoled himself that at least he got a little bit of prep work done.

Dinner was also relatively free of teasing. Katherine and Susan even wore fairly normal clothing instead of their sexy nighties. The reason for the mood shift was that Alan made clear his penis was still hibernating, needing a rest from overwork. The other two tried to pace themselves to him and so let him get some space. The only exciting thing was a decision made at dinner.

Katherine said, "You know, Mom, since you were so naughty this afternoon, I think you should be punished. I think I should spank you, just like I was punished with a spanking by Suzanne for breaking the rules."

"You're right, Angel." Susan was all too willing to be spanked, not to mention poked, probed, kissed, fondled, and licked. "But let's wait for tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne can administer it, since she's so good at that kind of thing. Today is my special day with my special Tiger."

Susan went back to humming the song she made up, which she now called "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
Son makes mom go "moo"
Rewards her mouth with a load of goo
Mommy's chest's a hit
She can't wait until he fucks her tits
I am Alan's rack
He owns my chest and that's a fact

She was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great though if he could read my mind and hear the song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show everyone just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his endless lust. Hey. That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole
On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time.

They were interrupted by a phone call during dinner. Susan answered it, and soon was happily chatting away.

Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall there are other people out there living normal lives, and occasionally having to deal with boring, non-sexual...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to her words.

Susan spoke into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it yourself, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick, I can just barely get my fingers around it. Though you've got smaller hands, so I don't know about you. ... Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber in your mouth. Can you imagine how great it is to have your mouth filled with that much cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but man, when you get that payoff... ... Yes. ... Yes. Tasty. Delicious! ... Sooooo good. Imagine having such a hot, throbbing big thing filling your whole mouth and then it just erupts! All that spermy goodness hitting the back of your throat... Girl, I'll tell you, it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!"

The other woman talked for a minute or more before Susan continued, "Don't worry. You'll get your chance. ... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. My son is a special cum-filled boy with very special needs, and that includes having lots of sexy vixens constantly sucking his cock. He deserves help from exactly the likes of you. Just thinking about him painting your cute face with his milky sperm gets me so hot! ... Of course he likes you. He loves your tits, naturally. I told you that yesterday. AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous. ... Yes. Maybe he'll do it to you tomorrow night. ... You ARE Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day...."

Alan found his penis rigidly erect after hearing just that much of the phone call. Further, he could tell that Susan was talking to Brenda, and the thought of Brenda being so hot for him increased his arousal still further.

The call made clear to Alan that Brenda had been invited to come to the next day's card game. His mind filled with possibilities.

Susan and Brenda talked on the phone quite a while longer, discussing various outfits they might wear to the event.

Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, but Susan took full advantage of his presence to further arouse him. She looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to the game. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cuts of her clothes and just what she'd expose to Alan, and then what her son would do to her.

She described in a nearly breathless voice how her son would grab her long brown hair with two hands and "forcibly fuck my face," as she put it. She also thoughtfully repeated nearly everything Brenda said, so Alan could imagine what Brenda would be dressed like too.

Even though Susan was fully dressed in a light green low cut dress and she was merely running her hands over her clothes, Alan found he was as fully aroused as if she'd been naked. Between his vivid imagination and her sultry looks in his direction, he had no choice but to take his painfully hard erection out.

Katherine was also heated up by her mother's wanton display. She immediately grabbed her brother's shaft under the dinner table and went to work on it with both hands.

Susan heated both of them up even further with her language.

For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you. Have you ever had your big chest entirely basted and bathed in sperm?"

But while Brenda didn't know that Alan was in the room, Susan didn't realize that Brenda took off her clothes as the call went on. Susan's words were so hot that Brenda was very literally burning up and found herself disrobing. By the end of the call, Brenda was buck naked and wildly frigging herself.

Brenda finally had to end the call just so she could devote two hands and all her attention to her pussy. Plus, she got so aroused that she found it difficult to keep talking or even breathe regularly. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and came in proverbial buckets.

Susan sat back down at the dinner table. "That was Brenda," she said calmly, even though Alan and Katherine had already long figured that out. "She's calling all the time these days. It's like getting bugged by the Jehovah's Witnesses or something." She pretended to be annoyed, but in fact she loved calls like that one. Her upper thighs were wet and she would have loved to suck off her son yet again, but for once her jaw was too sore and tired to do it.

Plus, she suspected that her daughter was taking care of it already. Katherine was trying to be subtle about it, but Susan could see the telltale motions the way Katherine's her upper arms went up and down repeatedly.

Brenda had been calling Susan a lot ever since their last card game, but she usually did it in the middle of the day when her son Adrian was at school. But he was off for the evening, and Brenda just couldn't constrain herself from calling for what was the third time that day.

It was like she was becoming hooked on a drug - talking and thinking about sex with Alan. Susan was already hooked on the same drug, so the two of them usually would talk for ten minutes or more with each call. These calls almost always ended up with climaxes for the both of them.

Susan continued in a casual voice as if she was talking about perfectly ordinary things, "I'm kind of warming up to her though. She's nice. You don't mind if she comes over for the card game tomorrow night, do you, Tiger?"

"No. Of course not."

"Good. You'll tame her in no time. She's so hot to suck your cock already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You make me so proud, you busty babe tamer, you." She said this beaming with pride, as if describing her son's winning science fair project.

Alan's mind boggled. So much for my "normal outside world" theory. Other moms in this neighborhood are chatting to each other about their kids playing baseball and the TV show they saw last night. But here, everything is sex, sex, sex! I'm going to fail school for sure, not to mention trying to get into college. Forget that.

I can't stop all the sex to save my life. Not with these women. Hell, even as I'm sitting here, Sis is giving me a nice slow stroking. And I mean, Brenda! Fuck. Playing with watermelon-sized tits or doing algebra. Hmm? Not much of a choice there. Not only that, but I'm slowly turning... I don't know what. Complacent. ... No, not that so much as expectant. I expect Brenda to become another fuck toy. Maybe tomorrow, in fact. It's like she was put on the Earth to serve me. But surely she has her own motivations. I wonder why she and Susan, when they talk on the phone, why do they go on and on about my-

Susan picked up a fork and interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Good. I must admit, that call really worked me up. But let's finish eating up here first, and then we can get down to some serious fun. Okay?"

So Katherine continued lightly rubbing his penis with one hand while the three of them resumed eating.

Susan was sure what Katherine was doing by now, but she didn't mind, despite it being a Tuesday. She thought, Angel's hands are warming him up, but my mouth is going to be the main act as soon as dinner is over. Or maybe my tits, to give my jaw a bit of a rest. Maybe it's time for a titfuck. Yes! Titfuck!

CHAPTER 6

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. As Susan went to answer the phone, she grumbled, "What does Brenda want now? How many times do I have to walk her through another blowjob? Good grief!"

But it turned out to be one of Susan's cousins, living in Chicago. That was a real cold slap of reality for Susan. This cousin, like almost everyone in Susan's extended family, was very religious and uptight. Susan was grateful that for once she was actually fully dressed as she furiously blushed imagining what her cousin would think about her last call with Brenda.

Katherine rather sheepishly stopped rubbing Alan's deflating penis in the face of some intense glares coming from Susan as she talked on the phone. She finally was forced to tuck it back into his shorts and zip up his fly.

After dinner, Susan was still so obviously spooked from her cousin's call that there was no further teasing or talk of penis stimulation.

Alan had cooled down a bit himself after he saw her get upset. He figured a break wasn't so bad, especially since he'd lost his erection again.

Katherine and Alan went to their respective rooms and studied some more until a favorite television show of theirs came on at eight o'clock.

Suzanne also liked the show, so she came over a few minutes before it started. She walked into the front door of the Plummer house just as Alan and Katherine were migrating to the living room.

Susan was making a snack in the kitchen.

Suzanne was anxious to finally fuck Alan, and knew that he certainly felt the same. Even though this wasn't the moment to fuck, she thought she'd have some fun playing with him about the idea.

"How is your day going, Angel?" Suzanne asked Katherine from one room away, as she took off her panties from under her heavy clothes, deposited them in the underwear cabinet, and walked further inside. Suzanne was starting to use Susan's affectionate nickname for Katherine ever since they'd become intimate.

"Good, I guess. For a Tuesday, if you know what I mean." Katherine rolled her eyes in frustration.

"I do." Suzanne could relate to the lack of Alan penis access these past couple of Tuesdays.

Alan was sitting on the floor, and Suzanne stood between him and the television, so she towered over him.

She smiled as she looked down at him. "And how has your day been, Sweetie?"

"Amazing and surreal, as usual," he answered honestly.

"But you look tired," she said consolingly in her slightly scratchy voice. "I'll bet you had a hairy day." She lifted up her dress as she said this, so her pussy was hanging right over his face. With a happy snicker, she added, "You look really bushed."

He looked up and nearly drooled at the sight of the pink pussy staring him in the face. He was genuinely surprised though at just how wet she was. Rivulets of her juices flowed out of her hole and down toward her stockings.

Katherine could tell what kind of show Alan was getting. She quipped, "He's weary from the daily grind."

Suzanne giggled along with Katherine. "Exactly. He's knackered."

"Knickered," Katherine giggled some more.

Alan asked seriously as he gazed up into Suzanne's dripping pussy lips, "Aunt Suzy, how did that happen? I mean your wetness. You're all wet, but you just walked in the house. You haven't even done anything yet."

Suzanne stepped forward and planted her feet on either side of him so her crotch was directly above his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm so hot for you that just the idea of walking into this house gets me wet. Just the mention of your name gets me flowing like the Amazon. Do you know what you and I are going to do really soon? We're gonna..." - her voice dropped down to a barely audible but still hoarse and sexy whisper - "fuck."

Alan cleared his throat nervously. He looked over to his sister sitting on the couch and noticed that she'd heard.

Katherine's only visible reaction was to giggle a bit at his obvious awkwardness. Inside, though, she was worried. If Alan could fuck Suzanne, why would he still want to fuck me? She's so gorgeous and sex-mad that they'll never be able to pry those two apart. Damn!

Suzanne lazily rubbed her pussy lips with one hand as she continued to hold her dress up high with the other. Knowing that Katherine had heard her whisper, she made no further attempt to keep her voice down. "That's right, stud. You're gonna get to know this hole really well. Imagine lying on top of me right now, and bouncing up and down on me like a pogo stick. My pussy can almost feel the fullness. God DAMN! When I think about you sitting on me, plowing into me... Man alive! Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way, and to be brutally honest, I usually do. What do you think of that? Are you ready to fuck your Aunt Suzy?" She again whispered the word "fuck" but this time really spat it out as sexily and naughtily as she could manage.

These words only confirmed Katherine's fears, especially the comment, "Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way." But she knew there was no way to go against Suzanne and win.

Alan was in awe at Suzanne's words. He almost missed her question, but finally stammered out, "Y-y-yes." Somehow he felt unusually nervous in the face of Suzanne's overpowering sexual magnetism.

Suzanne smiled at the return of his bashfulness. "Good answer. That's right. You're going to fuck your Aunt Suzy silly, every day. She's going to show you what fucking really means. But in the meanwhile, you've gone and made her so wet. Maybe you could lick her boo-boo up with your tongue, and make it all better?"

"I don't know," he answered as he looked all around. He knew that Katherine wouldn't say or do anything to stop him from doing what Suzanne wanted. But he worried about Susan.

As if on cue, Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Cookies are ready! Here they come!" She walked in carrying a tray of hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Suzanne would have had time to move to a less exposed position, but didn't bother. She flaunted her pussy exposure above Alan for Susan to clearly see. She briefly acknowledged Susan's presence with a "Hi, Susan." Then she spoke to Alan about the cookies with obviously intended innuendo, "Hmm. Hot and fresh, and delivered to you on a platter. You're a lucky guy, Sweetie. How can you turn down that offer?"

Susan's face wrinkled with concern as she saw Suzanne's standing above Alan with her pussy and bush on full view. She mumbled, "Oh dear."

But Suzanne ignored Susan's reaction. She commented to no one in particular, "Can you believe I'm still wearing all these clothes? We had a fancy dinner with some of my husband's business friends. What a bore. I'm actually still wearing a bra! Can you imagine? I'd better fix that right away."

She began to take her clothes off one by one in a slow strip tease.

Alan had lay back on a nearby couch while Katherine and Susan sat on each side of him. The three of them watched Suzanne raptly while Suzanne sexily swayed to music playing in her head.

Susan seemed torn between lust for her best friend and fear of her growing lesbian leanings so she tried to maintain a veneer of normality, as if pretending there wasn't a perfect ten woman slowly getting buck naked in the middle of the room. Susan even got up and served the others drinks right in the middle of Suzanne's act.

Suzanne understood Susan's psychological issues and kept up a patter of talk to keep the mood light. As she stripped down to just her garter belt and stockings, she casually quizzed Susan about the state of Alan's penis during the day.

This topic now qualified as perfectly normal and proper for Susan, so she had no problem discussing her son's throbbing erections in great detail and bemoaning to everyone in the room just how "terribly backed up with sperm" her son's penis was.

Katherine could sense her mother's conflicted mood and so she stayed quiet and played it cool. She didn't even take out her brother's erection, figuring Susan would do that if she was ready. However, since she was wearing an extremely short shirt, she was able to have some fun flashing her pussy at Suzanne.

Suzanne, though, generally kept her eyes bored right at Alan's crotch. Her body moved so sensually and she talked so blatantly about the need to prevent "sperm build up" that she was sure Susan would break at any time and began rubbing the big bulge running down one of Alan's thighs.

Susan panted with arousal just as much as Alan and Katherine did, but she kept her resolve and just barely managed to keep her own hands in her lap. The phone call from her cousin was still on her mind.

Suzanne finally conceded defeat. The ostensible reason for stripping was so she could take her bra off. So, with that accomplished, she began putting some of her outfit back on. However, she somehow made putting clothes back on nearly as arousing as taking them off.

Her dress was a very low cut one and exposed just about everything since she decided to keep her blouse underneath off along with the bra. With her little show over, she arranged it so that the slightest tug would pull the dress off her nipples.

CHAPTER 7

With the striptease display over, Susan tried to reassert a non-sexual mood by hyping up her cookies and encouraging everyone to eat some more of them. She wore a frown over Suzanne's impropriety, but she decided that she should wait until she and Suzanne were alone before criticizing her.

Suzanne, though, had other ideas. She knew that Susan's resistance needed to be further broken if any of them were going to have more sexual fun that evening. So after Susan distributed the plate of cookies again, the red-haired beauty sidled up to the teenagers and whispered to them, "Sweetie and Angel, don't miss this."

She took the cookie tray Susan was still holding out of her hands and put it down on a coffee table. Then she said, "Susan, I'm a bit insulted. Where's my friendly greeting? What was all that practicing for if you don't put it to use?"

Now it was Susan's turn to get a bit nervous. She stammered, "But my cousin in Chicago... And the kids... Not in front of them..." She looked over at Alan and Katherine anxiously.

But Suzanne put her hands on her friend's shoulders and directed Susan's attention back her way. She acted quickly before Susan could complain about privacy or any of her other prudish concerns.

Suzanne took Susan in her arms and began French kissing her.

Susan was very hesitant at first, as she was still reminded of her old ways from the cousin's phone call.

But Suzanne kept working with her magically talented and quite long tongue, and soon they were going at it as if they'd been kissing in front of the kids for years. Suzanne's hands roamed down to Susan's butt and grasped at the fleshy butt cheeks through Susan's skirt.

They broke off the kiss after a minute or two. Susan had intended to end things there, but seeing Suzanne's beauty, she just couldn't help herself. She licked all over Suzanne's neck and ears. All the movement pulled Suzanne's tits free from her low cut dress, just as Suzanne had planned a few minutes earlier.

Now facing Suzanne's back, Susan reached around and greedily grasped Suzanne's tits while she nibbled and licked at her neck like a hungry vampire.

Suzanne moaned with pleasure, delighted at Susan's newfound aggressiveness. She hefted up her breasts and pushed them out to further arouse an eagerly watching Alan.

Susan eventually realized that she was just supposed to be giving Suzanne a "greeting" kiss, and pulled away. But by now her earlier anxious mood was ancient history, though she did fret some over what a spectacle she'd shown. She never forgot that she was being watched by her children, yet that fact both disturbed her and made her hotter.

Suzanne could see that Susan was on the verge of complaining about the kiss, so she kept her on the defensive by whispering in her ear, "That was very good, Susan. Remember, we're here to help inspire Alan. His balls are full of all that nasty sperm. Gallons and gallons of nasty sperm! We've got to draw it out and swallow it down, continually. Six times a day. Don't forget all the inspiration he needs for his six times a day duties. He needs to see hot mothers kiss and rub their exposed sexy busty bits all over each other, like we just did. It's what we do now to help out."

Susan immediately went from feeling slightly miffed and tricked to being proud at her efforts. Just as Suzanne knew she would, Susan was practically salivating at the mention of having to swallow the improbably large amount of "gallons and gallons of nasty sperm."

Alan, though, couldn't hear the whispering. So he asked Susan as he chewed on another cookie, "What was that all about, Mom?"

He was surprised at the kiss, but not really that surprised. He had a raging erection from watching it, plus everything else that had been happening, but he kept it in his shorts for the moment until he could get a sign from Suzanne on how to proceed since she could read Susan's moods better than anyone.

While he waited for Susan to answer his question, he thought, The way Mom's been kissing Katherine lately, it was just a matter of time before she did the same to Aunt Suzy. It looks like she's in a good mood again, too. Her boundaries are falling further down by the hour. Who knows, with the way things are going, I might even end up fucking her before the evening is over!

Susan was leaning into Suzanne and cuddling up against her most contentedly, but she finally answered, "Like I think I told you earlier, Suzanne told me I needed to be warmer with my greetings and good-byes. I'm just trying to improve on that. She told me that this kind of kiss is perfectly common in certain, hip social circles. So I'm trying to be hip. And Tiger, there's no reason you and I can't be friendlier in our greetings too. The ass is good, but don't limit yourself there with just a little bit of groping."

She smiled, thinking nasty thoughts about the many ways she could be "properly greeted" by Alan. Ever since her morning talk with Suzanne she'd been thinking more about titfucks and assfucks, and now she imagined Alan casually greeting her with either or (preferably) both of those methods.

"Cool!" said Katherine. "Does that mean I can kiss you like that too?"

Susan found herself daydreaming so intently that she didn't even hear the question. She imagined Alan coming home from school. In the dream she was already naked and working in the kitchen. She was bent over the kitchen counter as Alan walked up to her so her ass stuck out at a ninety degree angle. He dropped his shorts and slid his penis into her asshole without comment. In the dream it was something he did many times a day, so there was no need for words. "How was your day, dear?" she asked as he started pistoning into her rear, pounding harder and harder into her asshole, showing no mercy at all.

Oh my, it occurred to her conscious mind as she observed the fantasy unfold, I'd better start lubing my ass up just in case the buttfucking mood strikes him. There's no telling when I might get lucky for the first time. Bend over but don't break, right Suzanne? Heh-heh. Mommy has to bend over, like, a LOT! Heh-heh! That's what good mommies do.

Katherine repeated, "Mom? Can I kiss you like that too?"

Susan broke away from her fantasy and also from Suzanne's luscious body to better focus on her daughter's question. She frowned and managed to answer in a stern voice, "No. You're my daughter so that would be inappropriate."

However, Susan's tough motherly act wasn't fooling anyone. She was far too visibly aroused to play the part, especially given the way her bountiful chest was heaving. She ran her hands over her ass, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, fondling them through her skirt. She was still mostly lost in the thought of getting it up the ass. She clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to imagine what a buttfuck would feel like.

"Awww, shucks," said Katherine, thinking of the strange and uneven standards. Her mother's reluctance irked her, given that she'd been fingering her mother's pussy to orgasm a few hours before (though admittedly that at least was technically an accident that Susan didn't approve of).

But then a new thought struck her and she asked, "But that means I can kiss Suzanne hello like that, can't I?"

Susan hadn't really considered that. She couldn't see any objection, so she reluctantly said, "I suppose..." She was still so intent on flexing her ass cheeks that she was only paying half-attention to Katherine's questions. "Though really, it is a bit improper..."

Katherine bounded up to Suzanne and the sexy neighbor took her in her arms. They kissed even longer than Susan and Suzanne just did, acting as if it was a completely natural thing to do.

Susan watched with a mixture of alarm and desire. She didn't realize the kiss was so passionate and natural because Katherine had been getting lots of kissing practice with Suzanne lately.

When Suzanne opened her arms wide to embrace Katherine, she deliberately let her dress fall further down off of her rack until her whole stomach was exposed.

Katherine took full advantage of that fact even more than Susan did with the previous kiss. She subtly pushed Suzanne's dress down until the only thing still holding it up were Suzanne's wide hips.

Katherine was wearing a dress held up by thin straps, but Suzanne made sure to push the straps over the shoulders so the two of them could mash their exposed tits against each other. They went at it as if they were struggling for sheer survival, grinding and mashing their flesh together from head to toe.

Eventually they broke away. They stood there next to each other, smiling like naughty school children.

Alan marveled at their casual nakedness and the fact that Susan hardly seemed to mind about anything, even though Susan was still fully dressed. He guessed correctly that her cousin from Chicago was long forgotten now.

Clearly this kiss was way more than just a "hip" greeting, but there were no cries of "So improper!" from Susan for once. She was a bit preoccupied. She still stood with her hands on her own ass, and was still flexing her ass cheeks open and closed, using her butt muscles to help. She was fantasizing that Alan had been so turned on by the kiss that he was now standing behind her, and about to slip his hardness up her back door at any second.

Meanwhile, Alan remained sitting alone on the sofa. He looked down at his groin and said, "You know, between those two kisses, I think it's finally stirring." That was an understatement. His penis had been rock hard since Suzanne stood over him and showed him her pussy, and it grew as hard as steel once Suzanne did her striptease and then stayed that way. The fact was, he simply couldn't contain it in his shorts anymore. He pulled it out with the hopes that some woman would soon "take care" of it.

"All right!" said Susan. "That's what I like to see! If you two gals don't mind, since it's a Tuesday, Tiger, let's go to your room! Mommy has to help you unload some of that nasty sperm right into her mouth!"

The TV show they all had planned to watch was long forgotten. Suzanne picked up a cookie from the tray on the coffee table, just to be polite, and nibbled at it while she watched Susan with veiled amusement. She's so easily arousable and predictable. I think she's as highly sexual as I am, amazingly enough. This is too much fun!

Alan felt extremely relaxed and on top of the situation now that Susan was increasingly excited. He nodded at his mother's invitation. He casually waved a hand at Katherine and Suzanne, and then pointed at Susan's chest. He wanted her to be topless just like them. "Mom. Your top."

She looked over at the other two, and merely said, "Oh. Right." She pulled her blouse over her head without any complaint. She seemed abashed yet obedient about baring herself, which unwittingly made it that much more arousing to watch.

Alan decided to push his luck. He looked down at Susan's skirt and frowned while saying "MooooOOOOoooom" with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Oops! Sorry." Susan immediately shucked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. But she was so embarrassed that she covered her bush with her hands.

Alan really liked that. He especially liked the fact that she actually apologized for not being completely naked when he wanted her that way.

Suzanne and Katherine seemed impressed, too. They stared blatantly at Susan's flawless nude body until she started to blush. She started to feel increasingly self-conscious that she was the only one buck naked in the room. She found it strangely humiliating and arousing that, in contrast, Alan was the only one fully dressed except for his erection poking through the fly of his shorts.

But Suzanne didn't want to ruin Susan's sexy mood, so she said, "Susan, I'm so proud of you. Look how far you go to help Alan in his time of need. You are such a wonderful mother."

Susan felt a bit mollified, and stood up straighter. "Well, I'm just doing what I can," she replied modestly. Turning to Katherine, she added, "Sometimes a referee is good, but other times I need privacy. I'll behave myself. Cross my heart and hope to die. I was in a strange mood earlier, but I'm better now."

"Okay," said Katherine grudgingly, "but leave the door unlocked just in case."

Mother and son got up to go.

Alan stuffed another cookie in his mouth as he went.

Suzanne was a bit puzzled by the turn in the conversation about refereeing but figured she could ask Katherine about it soon enough. But before the others could leave the room, the red-headed vixen said to Alan, "Wait a second, Sweetie. Katherine and Susan just greeted me, but where's my greeting from you? Susan was telling me that you now have special signals to get their attention. You grab Susan's butt and rub Katherine's bare pussy. But what's my special signal?" She walked towards him, with her dress still barely clinging to her hips, and no clothing anywhere above that.

Alan let go of his mother's hand and closed the distance to Suzanne. His decision about what the "special signal" should be wasn't hard to make. He fondled her boobs and pinched her seemingly always hard nipples. "How's this for a signal?" he said.

"Excellent!" cried Suzanne in ecstasy as his fingers on her nipples sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy and her brain. "Just what I thought you'd pick." She would have preferred if the signal involved her pussy somehow, but that body part had already been "taken" by Katherine.

Alan mauled her so enthusiastically that she fell backwards onto a sofa and bumped her head. She was momentarily taken aback, but he was hardly fazed and kept kneading her boobs with his hands. His shorts were still unzipped and his turgid penis fell in between her legs.

"Hey, you crazy lug, trying to get me killed?" she said playfully even as she rubbed her sore head. "Lying on top of me like that, it's like you're planning on fucking me or something. Especially since your penis is hanging out and rubbing against my thigh."

"That's not a bad idea..." he winked. "Thigh" was inaccurate - it was actually now resting right on top of her furry bush. His hips seemed to act of their own volition and were thrusting in an in and out fucking motion, though the only result was that his stiff dick brushed back and forth over Suzanne's clit in a most delightful manner.

"Alan!" Susan said in a menacing tone from across the room. "Don't even think about it! And anyway, I have dibs on that load building up in your balls." She added in a more pleading voice, "Don't you want to fuck mommy's face or her big tits? Mommy's titties are waiting for you." She was frustrated because Suzanne's tits were just as big and Alan already held them in both hands.

She wondered, What can I offer that stupid Suzanne isn't already giving him? Grrr! Calling Suzanne "stupid" was as close as she came to cursing. Belatedly realizing that she was in the buff, she began bouncing about as if in great anticipation. She knew her son would have a hard time tearing his eyes away from all her jiggling.

Alan was beside himself with pure joy. Mom and Aunt Suzy are battling it out for my attention and Sis is sitting by, eager for any scraps I might throw her way. All three are topless and panting, longing to fondle my dick. Does it get any better than this?!

Suzanne knew that, strategically, it was important for her to concede to Susan and let Alan go now. If she didn't, Susan's jealousy would start to rage, especially since it was a Tuesday. Unfortunately, with Alan's shaft continuing to slide all over her clit, she found it very difficult to stop the action.

In fact, her body was completely helpless to resist anything Alan might do now, but she still had some conscious control over her mouth and said with a sigh, "Go to your mother, Sweetie. You'll just have to find where to put that thing some other time."

Luckily for the group dynamic, Alan wasn't well versed in reading a woman's non-verbal cues. Though Suzanne's body was all but screaming, "Fuck me now!" he heeded her words and somehow pulled himself away.