CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 9)

Katherine eagerly waited for Suzanne and wondered why she was late. Suzanne had said she would get to Katherine by six and it was already past the appointed hour.

Suzanne quietly knocked on Katherine's bedroom door and led her to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom (Suzanne preferred it over the nearer bathroom because she knew the bathtub was much roomier). While Susan had heard that Suzanne was going to put more lotion on Katherine, Suzanne figured a "don't ask, don't tell" policy was best, so she and Katherine would be less constrained. So she didn't announce to Susan when she was starting the "massage." Silence was another thing to keep in mind.

As soon as Suzanne closed the bathroom door, Katherine was on her, French kissing and feeling her up. However Suzanne took a moment to turn the bathtub taps on a bit, so that a decent amount of background noise would give anyone outside the impression that someone was really taking a bath.

Katherine's hands zoomed in on Suzanne's tits. She was nearly as keen to get her hands on her neighbor's big hooters as Alan was. For someone who was ostensibly not a lesbian, she was definitely getting into having sex with women.

Suzanne's robe fell to the ground. Katherine wore nothing but a thin, oversized T-shirt - the bare minimum of decorum needed in case she was seen in the hallway on her way to the bathroom. Suzanne reached under it and found Katherine's pussy. She was excited by the feel because, although she'd fooled around with other women in college, she'd never touched a shaved pussy before.

But soon she pushed Katherine away, and said, "What about your treatment? We have to soothe your throbbing ass." She held up the jar that was half filled with lotion, half filled with Alan's cum. It was the same jar she'd used earlier, so Katherine quickly recognized it.

Katherine was surprised. "Suzanne, you don't have to play games with me. You and I both know what we're doing here, so let's just get down to it. I've been waiting for this so eagerly!"

"You have?" Suzanne laughed, delighted at how easily this part of her overall scheme was unfolding. "So have I. But humor me. I like playing games. Let's start with this" - she held up the jar again - "and take off from there."

Katherine directed her attention at the jar for the first time. "Does that still contain, you know, Alan's seed?"

"Yep! In fact, I just got a fresh injection a few minutes ago. If we act fast, it might still be warm."

"Cool! Okay, if you're putting that on my butt, I'm game for pretending. Please soothe my oh-so-sore butt with Alan's jism! Don't be afraid to shove it up my twat!" Katherine pulled her shirt off, and stepped into the bathtub, which was the only place in the bathroom to get really roomy and comfortable. The rich Plummers had a bathtub so large that two people could lay in it (Susan had thought she and her husband would be in there together to spice up their sex life, but it never happened). Katherine lay face down in a small puddle of warm water.

Suzanne straddled Katherine just because she could, and began rubbing Alan's cum into Katherine's butt with one hand, and plunging her finger in and out of Katherine's pussy with the other (she assumed Katherine wasn't serious about wanting Alan's cum straight into her pussy). As her finger went in and out of Katherine's now sopping wet hole, the aroma drifted up to Suzanne's nose and turned her on even more. They whispered between labored breaths because they had a lot to say now that they were in private and open about their feelings for each other.

"You know, I'm not a lesbian..." Katherine started.

"Nor am I," replied Suzanne. "Nothing beats a good cock. Especially if it's your brother's cock. However, guys can only get it up so many times a day, even a tall, dark, and handsome boy like Alan. But there's no limit to a woman's orgasms. I'd rather have your hands in me than my own."

"Exactly! I'm just starting to get into some female action with another cheerleader at school, but mostly it's just another way to get into Alan's pants more often. Like just about any guy, he gets turned on watching his women so hot and horny that they turn on each other in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. I get to enjoy another woman, and then there's more hard cock to be had by all. Talk about a win-win situation for everybody! So far it's just this one other cheerleader, but I hope the circle will grow."

"Care to mention any names?" Suzanne's curiosity was definitely piqued. She knew the names and appearances of all the cheerleaders since her daughter Amy was also on the team.

"No, I probably shouldn't have told you that much, without asking Alan first."

"Where do you do it?" Suzanne pressed as she rubbed the girl's butt and explored her pussy.

"That's our problem. Finding somewhere private has been our biggest problem by far." That was true, but Katherine was also being deliberately vague.

Suzanne decided it was time to bring up a very delicate subject. "Katherine, I have a confession to make. To tell you the truth, I'm not too crazy about your mother's boundaries and rules. I'm all for doing anything and everything with Alan, and I only hold back a bit out of respect for her, and fear that she'll catch me and that'll ruin our friendship. I think she'll come around eventually, but I'm trying to be patient. I'm guessing you feel the same way."

"Yep." Katherine was finding it harder to talk since Suzanne was devoting all of her attention to pleasuring her. Wordlessly, Suzanne had begun exploring Katherine's ass crack more and more with her hands.

"So you don't have any problem if you and I go all the way? At least as far as two women can go?"

"Nope. Bring it on!" She wiggled her ass invitingly, but Suzanne already was all over it, and even rubbed her nose and cheeks along her peachy soft skin.

"We'll get there in a minute. But I'm curious. My suspicion is that you and Alan have already gone further than you're letting on. You two seem to be extra close to each other lately, to say the least. And you and him being together with another cheerleader... Don't worry, I'm not going to mind, and I'm not going to tell your mother, but has Alan fucked you yet?"

Normally Katherine would have been very horrified at being found out. But with Suzanne on her, she knew she was in good hands, so to speak. "Yep," was all she said, giggling.

"I knew it! You HAVE been naughty, haven't you? How was it? Tell me everything!" Suzanne was so excited that she took another gob of the lotion/cum and plunged a finger up Katherine's anus. Another finger was already in her pussy, so Suzanne kept both of Katherine's holes occupied at once. Katherine was soon loudly moaning and climaxing, so it took a while before Katherine was able to respond to Suzanne's queries.

Suzanne realized they were forgetting to keep quiet, so she warned Katherine to keep her voice down. She also turned the shower on behind them, to make more white noise. The bathtub was so big they didn't even get wet. But Suzanne wasn't overly worried, because the shower was on a very low setting so she figured she would hear the sound of the master bedroom door open before anyone could even get near.

Katherine began to describe her first time at Kim's house in detail, excited that she finally had someone else to tell.

Since Suzanne had to get up to turn on the shower, they used the opportunity to reposition. Suzanne knelt before a standing Katherine, and munched on her pussy. As her tongue explored the inside of Katherine's vagina, she noticed how sweet her pussy tasted and smelled. She thought, I could really get to like this. I wonder if Katherine understands just how momentous this is. If I have my way, this will be just the first of thousands of times we do this. ... Funny how sweet she tastes, given that the taste is similar to her brother, yet the two of them are unrelated. I wonder: it's true they were both adopted, but could they be adopted from the same family and not even know it? They both have these natural dark tans, dark brown hair, brown eyes... Mmm. I'll worry about that later. I just wanna enjoy this...

Suzanne wasn't lying when she boasted to Alan recently that she had a dexterous tongue. It did have an usually long reach. She hadn't done this in years, but soon she figured out how to put her exceptional tongue to excellent use, and fucked Katherine's pussy with it, as if it was a miniature penis. She knew she was onto something good by the way Katherine started panting heavily.

But Suzanne's curiosity got the best of her. There were so many things they could never discuss until now, and she was fascinated by the idea of Alan and Katherine fucking. After a minute or two, she stopped briefly to ask, "Sorry, but let me ask one question. Have you two been taking the proper precautions for pregnancy?"

"Hell yeah! I don't want to have a baby while I'm in high school! There's no way I'm going to let that happen. Alan was able to not only get condoms and pills, but even diaphragms. So we use all three at once, just to be sure. And we keep an eye on the calendar, too."

"Good. I'm really glad to hear that. Not just because it's smart, but I have an extra reason. This afternoon I wanted to stick some of Alan's cum up your pussy, but I was afraid to. Now, I assume you don't mind?"

"By all means!" Katherine replied excitedly. "Didn't I already tell you not to be afraid to do that? Let it join all the rest! I hope there's a bunch of sperm still sloshing around in there. That's one of my fantasies - when I'm in school I like to think Alan's cum has filled my vagina and that it sloshes around with every step I take. I'm not wearing my diaphragm right now though. ... But wait! I've stashed some in this very room, in the hope that I'd get Alan to do me in here someday. I've got them stashed in my room, in the other bathroom, in the car, all over. We've got, like, a supply for a couple of years!"

Suzanne hummed, "Mmm. Now my tongue has something to look for. Bring that beautiful box of yours back here."

Katherine was standing. She rooted around the bathroom cabinets until she was able to get her box of supplies from out of a remote hiding place. She proudly held them up. "Look how many. I'm going to use each and every one with Alan. Just think how many fucks that is."

"You never can be too careful," Suzanne said. "But where are you getting all this? I mean, you're both so young."

Katherine inserted the diaphragm. "Alan's so smart. He got some condoms first, I don't know how. But then he got nurse Akami to give him loads of stuff."

"Yeah, I'll bet you he's given her loads in return, if you know what I mean," Suzanne joked. They both laughed.

"Too much talking," Suzanne complained. "Your turn." They repositioned, and Katherine licked Suzanne's pussy for a while. They could have done each other at the same time in a sixty-nine, but Suzanne wanted to devote her entire attention to the sensations of being tongued by one of her most loved people.

Katherine was also happy to completely devote herself to the task. She'd tasted a few pussies, namely Kim's, Amy's, and Heather's. They all tasted roughly the same, but Suzanne's was different: a bit more tangy and bitter. It had a potent flavor. But she decided that it wasn't unpleasant.

They both were so excited that it wasn't long until Katherine's tongue in Suzanne and her fingers in herself resulted in an explosive mutual orgasm. The two of them rested up and prepared themselves for more.

CHAPTER 2

After some more minutes they repositioned again, and Katherine lay back in the bathtub. "Here goes..." said Suzanne, kneeling over her, and she stuffed Alan's seed up into his sister's pussy. Once it was in, she kept plunging in and out with three fingers. "Imagine my fingers are Alan's cock," she helpfully suggested.

That caused Katherine to begin moaning loudly. But she also loudly and jokingly complained, "Three fingers? If you want to be Alan's cock, you'll have to fist me!"

"Sssshhh!" warned Suzanne. She wasn't going to fist anyone, if indeed Katherine was serious with the suggestion (which she was not). But she did increase her penetration to four fingers. "Now tell me the rest of your story. And by the way, how is your butt feeling, honestly?"

"It's fine! You can spank me anytime. I knew you were up to something sneaky and sexy, so that's why I agreed to it. Alan gave me an erotic spanking last night, and I just love it."

Suzanne was still exploring Katherine's anus with her other hand, going full blast on both holes at once. She said, very eagerly, "Okay! Do you want me to spank you some more right now?"

"Umm, let's not go that far. It is a bit sore. Some other time."

Suzanne was disappointed, but decided to let it slide for now. She consoled herself with the happy knowledge that Katherine quite enjoyed spankings, and that Alan was doing them to. I'd prefer to spank that lovely young man, but I wouldn't be adverse to getting spanked by him too. A little bit of everything is good, as long as it's sexual.

Katherine added, "But I feel bad - you're making me feel so good, and I'm not giving anything back. Let me turn over and help you out."

She flipped over, grabbed an aroused nipple with one hand, and stuck her fingers in Suzanne's fuck hole with the other. She quickly came across the string leading to the egg vibrator. She pulled it out, laughing. "What's this, you naughty woman? Damn, that was deep inside there."

"Hey, if you're gonna take that out, you have to replace it with something better," Suzanne chided Katherine, and Katherine quickly obliged with an ever-increasing number of fingers. "Now, you were telling me about the first time you and Alan fucked?"

They carried on. Their bodies became more familiar with each other, and they started to explore more ambitious positions. The only problem was that Katherine's hot story of fucking Alan became more ragged in the telling as each minute passed. There was a lot of fucking and not much talking.

And they got so excited, they kept forgetting to keep the noise down. They huffed and puffed and squished and moaned. They looked fantastic together, with Katherine's deep tan contrasting with Suzanne's pale white skin. Had anyone seen them, they might have thought two perfectly-formed Playboy bunnies were going at it.

They sat face to face, and ground their pussies together when they weren't fingering each other. Their legs interlaced one another, allowing their wet pussies to literally kiss. They rubbed their pussy lips together and felt the soft folds of their labias slickly slide over each other as their juices intermingled. The aroma of two hot steaming pussies filled the small room.

Sometimes they French kissed too, but Suzanne kept pausing the action and forced Katherine to tell a little bit more of her fucking story. As if they weren't aroused enough, the occasional reminder of fucking Alan raised emotions to an even higher level. Somewhere along the line Katherine let Kim's name slip, but she was too far gone to care much.

All the while, they were getting quite wet, both between their legs with more orgasms, and by splashing the water from the tub on each other. They grew hot and sweaty as they rubbed their pussies together, and the bath water seemed to grow warmer, too. It wasn't long until the mirrors in the bathroom fogged up, and the room started to fill with steam. Yet, there was much more in the air than just physical arousal. Even though the two of them hadn't been together before, their long years of loving friendship showed, and their movements were filled with tenderness and deep affection.

In a pause after one of many mutual climaxes, Katherine went on with her story. "So, then Kim came in and asked if she could watch. Of course we said yes. Alan was already hard, even though we did it three times already!" By this time she'd completely forgot that she wasn't supposed to mention Kim's name.

"He sounds like a total stud," said Suzanne, sounding like a giggly schoolgirl. Suzanne was glad to hear that Alan's drunken performance with her as "Elle" at the party hadn't been typical of his lovemaking skills, even though from everything else he did she already knew he would be a fantastic fucker.

"He IS! Oh my God, wait till you hear how much he got it up the second time we went there. But anyway, he started pounding me again. In and out, in and out..."

"You mean like this?" interrupted Suzanne. She stopped grinding her pussy against Katherine's and poked her fingers into Katherine instead. Katherine did likewise.

"Exactly!" Katherine giggled. "Fuck, this is almost as much fun as being there. Going in and out, in and out..." Their fingers worked on each other in time to their words. Both of their pussies were sopping wet and they sweated profusely all over from so much exertion. Their pussy juices flowed freely and lubricated their plunging fingers.

"And the whole time," she went on, "Kim was sitting in a chair right next to us, frigging herself with the same rhythm we were using! If I wasn't feeling horny enough - not bloody likely with Big Brother inside of me, mind you, but if I was wasn't - all I had to do was look over and see Kim totally lost in the moment and egging us on with her eyes and fingers. God, it was so amazing! And Alan was like a nonstop endurance monster. As he always is, as I learned later. After those quick fucks earlier, he was just going on and on, like he would never stop. His penis was so incredibly hard and thick too. But I'm sure you know that very well already; he's always like that. But you don't know how it felt when he totally filled me up and stretched my pussy to the limit. It was fantastic. Maybe I'm biased because it was my first fuck and all, but I don't think anybody else fucks like that. He's something very special. I mean, he made us seriously late, 'cos he kept going to the brink and then pulling back. It was like he couldn't stop until he fucked me to death! In and out, in and out..."

They both said the words "in and out" in unison repeatedly, again timing their frigging with it. Then they broke out into giggles. They kissed some more after that, delaying the story once more.

Finally Suzanne made a move to leave. She stood up, and Katherine stood up with her. "Really, we should stop," the older woman said. Suzanne had been engaged in sexual activity for hours with only a shower as a break, and she was tired.

But Katherine with her youthful enthusiasm didn't like the idea of stopping. She wrapped herself around Suzanne as they stood, massaging Suzanne's clit with her fingertips, and said, "What's the big hurry? Just a few more minutes. I'm so excited, talking about fucking Alan while fucking you. You're so much fun to be with, and fucking him is sooo good. Talk about the best of both worlds. Seriously. Have you noticed how my mom seems to be living just to suck his cock lately? I'm like that too, except I live to be fucked by Alan! We can't stop now, because I still have to tell you abo..."

But with perfect timing, a sound broke them out of their reverie. "Suzanne! Suzanne, you up there?" It was Susan, loudly shouting from the bottom of the stairs.

They could just barely make out the words, as the sound had to travel up the stairs, down to the end of the hallway, then through two doors, and over the sound of the running water to reach them. The two of them froze and concentrated on listening.

More clearly, they heard Alan reply. "She's in here with me, Mom!" Suzanne was surprised to hear his voice, because she thought he'd been sleeping.

Then more dimly they heard Susan yell, "Suzanne, your husband is calling. He's wondering what's happening with dinner. What should I tell him?"

Alan answered, "Mom, Suzanne's mouth is preoccupied at the moment, but don't tell Eric that!" Both Suzanne and Katherine couldn't help giggling at hearing Alan's lie, obviously covering up for them. He added, "We're almost done - I'm sure she'll be along in a minute!"

"Okay!" Susan yelled. "Remember the boundaries! Also, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Angel, did you hear that? Angel? ... Tiger, can you tell your sister dinner is ready?"

"No problem!"

Katherine and Suzanne paused and waited until they were sure Susan's attention had passed. When Katherine was finally convinced they were safe, she said, "Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Just when things were getting really good."

"Oh come on," said Suzanne, disappointed but already disengaging. "What was I just saying? You have to know when to stop. This house is a lousy place to keep secrets. Anyway, if you came any more today I think you would have just plain run out of cum. And if you don't run out of cum, I'm bound to. At least we didn't get caught. Though I admit I would have liked to hear the end of your story."

"Well, that's basically the end," said Katherine, as she drew her body back into Suzanne to finish explaining. "He just kept fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking me" - she punctuated each 'fuck' by plunging her fingers back into Suzanne's pussy each time - "until I was literally fucked out. He seriously had to carry me back to the car. I was sore for days!"

"You sure there was enough 'fucks' in your description?" Suzanne said playfully.

"No. As a matter of fact, it was more like he fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fucked me until I couldn't fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking stand it!" Katherine again threw caution to the wind, and now frigged Suzanne like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay! I gather it was pretty fuck, fuck, fucking good." But Suzanne realized time was running out. She disengaged herself from Katherine and picked up a towel from the ground. "Come on, what if Susan decides to go to her bedroom to change clothes or something?"

Katherine reluctantly began drying herself. "Yeah, you could say it was pretty damn fucking good. And that was only his first time! You should hear about the time with the seventeen erogenous zones. I can't wait until he gets experienced with the likes of you and then he shows me all he's learned."

"You think YOU can't wait!" Suzanne said with exasperation. "I want Alan to fuck ME until I'm the one who's too sore to walk! And you got to take his virginity, too, you lucky bastard. AND, you're doing a threesome! And here I am, forced to go slow with him."

"Yeah..." said Katherine, aglow with her fond memories. "That's about the only edge I've got on you, that I took his virginity. And he took mine. Alan's going to be the only guy to ever fuck me, if I can help it. But that's all I've got going. How can I compete with you? Or should I say you two?" She grabbed both of Suzanne's boobs with this last sentence, and started playing with them.

"Hey!" Suzanne took the hands away. "Let's get dressed already! You're his sister. I can't compete with that."

Katherine ignored that comment and continued as she started to dress, "And anyways, it's not all wine and roses. Remember that Mom has grounded both Alan and me for a week, and we've resolved to not break Mom's boundaries rules here in the house. So he can't fuck me again aaaaaallll the way until next Moooonday!!"

"That's very wise. Be patient. You have lots of time. But speaking of time, let's continue this talk later. I've gotta go cook dinner for my very unfuck, fuck, fuckable husband. ... But the afterglow of this day will make dinner a lot more bearable. This will help too." Suzanne stuck her egg vibrator back up her pussy, and both of them giggled.

She enthused as she put a robe back on, "What a great day! You go first and make sure the coast is clear - it's less weird if you're using this bathroom than if I am. Then I'll go. But stay in your room for a bit. Susan won't think it weird if I look like I just had an orgasm, given what Alan just told her, but we can't both be looking like that! And the smell. This whole bathroom smells like a giant pussy. Let's air this place out."

CHAPTER 3

Suzanne quietly made her way downstairs, hoping that Susan wouldn't notice her. Alan went the extra mile to cover Suzanne's tracks. When Suzanne came down the stairs towards the living room, she looked over to the kitchen for Susan and indeed saw her there.

Susan was facing away in front of a counter top while Alan knelt behind her. He had her skirt pulled up and was rubbing her ass intently. She continued to fiddle with food on the stove and even happily hum, acting as if her son wasn't exploring every nook and cranny of her butt.

Suzanne pondered, That's funny. I thought Susan said Alan couldn't touch her in places like that. So much for boundaries! Then it occurred to her, Oh. This must be the "getting of attention" I've heard about. Nice!

Suzanne walked away from the kitchen and towards the front door. Today's little poolside scheme is already working wonders. Looks like Susan is going to crumble even faster than I'd thought. Excellent. She went to the underwear cabinet and changed from her robe into normal clothing without being overheard.

Before Suzanne left, she walked back to the edge of the living room and peeked to see how things were faring in the kitchen. To her surprise, Alan now had his face buried up his mother's ass crack. He looked like he was rooting around for something in there with his nose. Susan no longer appeared calm, but in fact clutched the counter edge as if she was about to climax.

Suzanne chuckled to herself. I should just let the happy couple be. But if I speak up, I might help push things forwards a bit further. She said out loud, "Alan, did you lose the car keys? I don't think you'll find them up there."

She laughed at her own joke while Susan and Alan disengaged and frantically scanned the room to find the voice they'd just heard. When they looked back and saw it was only Suzanne, they relaxed somewhat. At least Alan relaxed. He'd jumped up, but he got back down on his knees and grasped Susan's legs so her marvelous ass wouldn't be able to scamper away.

Susan though was flummoxed, especially since Alan was once again lightly breathing onto her ass, giving her goose bumps. He'd discovered that drove her crazy. She stood straight and tried to act casual, even though her ass was completely exposed. "Uh, hi, Suzanne. Very funny. It's, uh, not what it looks like. Uh, okay, maybe it is, but, uh... We were just, uh... Alan was helping me, ummm..." Her face reddened further as she failed to think up even one vaguely plausible cover explanation for what Suzanne had seen.

Alan stepped in to save her. "I was just helping her by getting her attention. I told you about that, right? It's kind of a rule we have that I can play with her ass as a kind of foreplay before she gives me a blowjob." He went back to blowing on her skin, causing it to tingle.

"Oh. Of course," Suzanne replied in a level voice, as if Alan had just told her about a nice sale price for rental cars. "Certainly Alan has to get your attention in some kind of special way if he needs a blowjob. Otherwise, how are you going to know?" She was just saying whatever would make Susan happy. She wanted to make up for her naughty interruption and put Susan back at ease.

Susan was already losing herself in another erotic fog as Alan continued to stimulate her ass in exciting ways. She already had put the interruption so far behind her that she struggled to come up with a response. "Um, yeah." She tried to change the subject. "Did you just come in? You surprised me."

"Yeah," Suzanne lied. That was better than saying she'd come from fucking Katherine. But she brought the conversation back around. "Tell me more about this attention ritual, Sweetie. Exactly how do you show her you need a blowjob?"

"Glad you asked. When Mom cooks, she usually wears something like this apron that can easily be brushed aside so I can get to her ass no problem. She's always thinking that I might sneak up on her and grab her ass, so she gives me easy access. Don't you, Mom?" He was heavily kneading one of her ass cheeks even as he blew between her legs, certainly exciting her pussy, which was a mere couple of inches from his lips.

"Uh, um, yes... But really, Son! This is not the type of conversation... Oh my God! Please take your hand off! Suzanne can see!" The hand she referred to was now deep in her ass crack.

Suzanne calmly noted, "Big deal. I saw a lot more than this by the pool this afternoon. Please continue, Sweetie."

He continued with his probing and his explanation. "Like I was saying, Mom is dressed so I can get to her ass. No underwear, of course. She keeps it very clean for me too. And I've managed to surprise her a couple of times, including just before you came in. It kind of reminds me of when we used to surprise tickle each other when I was a kid. Anyways, I grope at her ass cheeks, like I'm doing now. She really digs that. A couple times she's pretended that I wasn't there at all, and let me fondle her for ages. But today I felt like zeroing in right at her ass crack. I wanted to see what was in there. Like this hole."

At that, Alan stuck a finger into Susan's anus. He carefully placed a couple of his remaining fingers outside her ass on either side of her pussy lips. He was going as close to the limits as he could.

She cried out, "Alan! Please! Suzanne is here!" However, her body betrayed her words. Her pussy opened up and rich smelling lubricant started to flow out and down her inner legs.

Alan acted dumb. "Please what? Please saw my finger in and out a bit? Like this? Or do you mean you'd like Suzanne to take over?"

Before she realized it, she heard herself saying, "No! You're doing just fine! Uh, I meant..." Susan was at a loss for words. She bent over at a ninety degree angle to give Alan better ass access and also to hide her very red face. Her asshole and vagina opened wide. Her body was primed and in the ready position to be mounted and fucked hard until she passed out. It felt like the most natural position for her to offer her son.

She thought, This is so embarrassing, but let's face facts. I'm a hot horny mother ready to be used for pleasure in any way necessary so my son can empty his dick of another load. And then, when he's given that up, his balls will fill with cum again and I'll help him drain them again. And again. And again. Forever! Life is so good!

She mashed her boobs into the cold kitchen counter, which stimulated her nipples. That alone nearly caused her to scream.

Suzanne chuckled at Susan's response. Before Susan could complain more, Suzanne rushed in to say, "I see. But Alan, what were you doing when I came in? It looked like you were trying to shove your whole face up that hole."

"Oh, that. I was, sort of. My mom likes it when I lick her ass crack. It's something I just discovered today. Don't you dig it, Mom?"

Susan failed to answer the question, as she put on a false "nothing to see here" smile.

He immediately dove back in with his tongue. Its probing wetness found her puckered anus. He spread her cheeks with his hands to give him better access to that secret spot. He plunged the tip of his tongue right in her hole. She let out an excited gasp.

But Susan looked back at Suzanne nervously, and pushed his head away. "Tiger. Please. That's so improper! That's enough ass licking for now, buster."

He abruptly withdrew the tongue and stood up. "You're right. That is enough. I'm ready for my blowjob now." He whipped his penis out of his pants. It was rock hard and throbbing like a beating heart as the blood coursed through it. The head of his penis was already shiny and slick from pre-cum. He clenched his PC muscle, which caused his penis to bob up and down.

Susan was still pressed face down into the counter, but he spun her around like a rag doll and put her hand on his rod. He continued, "Suzanne, you're more than very familiar with this next part. Susan now drops to her knees and sucks, licks, and strokes my penis until I feel reeeeaaal good. Don't you, Mom? Would you like to be a helpful cocksucker right now?"

Her hand was already naturally stroking, and her second hand quickly joined in. "You know I would. But Suzanne is here. And.... And there's something else. On the tip of my tongue... What was it?" She continued to stroke as she stared into space, and then it came to her. "Oh yeah! Your punishment! No blowjobs until Tuesday. Don't you remember?"

"Dang. My punishment. Hunh. Well, you only said no blowjobs. You can still give me a handjob, like you're already doing now."

"I suppose I could..." She stroked for some more moments, pondering again. But then she looked up and saw Suzanne standing there across the kitchen, and blushed all over again. "Suzanne! You're still here! Um, of course you are. What am I thinking? But you're so quiet. How can you just stand there and watch me do this?"

Suzanne stepped forward. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. How rude of me. You must need some help. Here. I can take care of his balls." Suzanne drew nearer, with an outstretched hand.

Susan let go of Alan's penis in shock. "No! I didn't mean that. Tiger, that's enough of that! Put your thing away right now. We can't do this in front of other people. It's time for dinner. Look. You've made me nearly burn my pot." She turned back around and moved to the stove to tend to the food. Her whole body was shaking with excitement.

Suzanne laughed again. Partly it was the sight of her friend acting serious even as her ass was still unwittingly completely exposed now that she was facing away again. Suzanne also partly laughed at her own chutzpah in stepping towards them and seeing if she could join in. Oops. Tried to much there. Maybe I'll have better luck next time. It was a bit bold and unwise to even interrupt their privacy. But it was worth it just to see the look on her face. I'm such a meanie these days.

Since Alan's erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, Suzanne took another step forward and held it in her hands. "Look at this, Susan. Alan is still hard. Are you just going to ignore this and leave him suffering? Isn't this why he was getting your attention? Should I take over if you're busy with the food?"

Susan turned around with another look of total shock. Alan's penis was already dripping with pre-cum, and now Suzanne's hand was sliding up and down his slippery rod.

But Alan spoke up. "That's okay, Suzanne. Thanks for the offer, but Mom's right. It's time for dinner. Anyways, I've already done it eight times today and I could honestly use a break." Actually he hadn't meant to have things go this far - he was just rubbing his mother's ass to allow Suzanne to leave unnoticed, which turned out to be a moot point, anyway.

"You sure?" Suzanne kept stroking.

"Yep. I'm sure."

"You positive? Because I would hate to leave you hanging. So to speak." She smiled now at her own obvious attempt to draw things out, and he smiled too.

"Well, if you insist, you can do that for another minute or two until the dinner is on the table. But please make sure I don't cum again. I don't think my penis will be happy tomorrow." He cupped his hands and yelled loudly, "KATHERINE! COME! I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN! THERE'S SOMETHING HERE FOR YOU TO EAT!" Suzanne and Alan chuckled, but the comments flew over Susan's head.

In less than a minute, Katherine bounded down the stairs. She was in a great mood after having so much fun with Suzanne.

Susan turned around from the stove to greet her daughter, and saw Suzanne still jacking off Alan's prick. That wasn't much of a surprise, but the fact that Suzanne was now topless certainly was. "Suzanne!" she griped. "Your blouse. What happened to your blouse?"

As Katherine flew into the kitchen, she took stock of the situation and quipped, "Hi Mom. It probably went to the same place as your dress."

Susan reached around and felt her ass. She realized in horror that her ass was still completely uncovered and now three people were staring at it. She finally pulled her dress back down and covered it up.

Meanwhile, Suzanne answered, "Susan, you don't expect me to jack off Alan with my clothes on, do you? That's so unstimulating for the poor guy. We have to think of his needs." Suzanne technically wasn't blowing Alan, but her mouth was so close to the tip of his penis that her breathing stimulated it even further.

Susan was now increasingly irked, both at herself and at everyone else. She felt like she'd been made a fool of. She said crossly, "Well it is technically possible, you know. And there are more important things in the universe than stimulating Alan, believe it or not. But as a matter of fact, I'm putting my foot down. Please stop that right now. Alan, it's time for dinner. It's time to get seated at the dinner table. You too, Katherine."

Alan was greatly enjoying things. Getting blown or sucked was such a common thing for him by now that he felt completely relaxed, and stood casually with his hands in his pockets while Suzanne had one leg snaked between his and her tits pressed into his pants-covered thighs. Even though Susan had just covered up her butt and was now actually fairly covered up, that was almost made up by the skimpy dress Katherine wore. Life was good and the only limit to his fun was how much his penis could take. Today he was certainly testing the very limits of just how much stimulation one man could stand.

Suzanne's blouse hung wrapped around her stomach. She pulled it back up and buttoned it together. "Susan, you're cross. Sorry. I'm really not trying to be flip or undermine your authority here. It's just that, well, thinking about Alan's penis makes me want to do crazy things. Of course I want to throw my clothes off and suck him to completion."

"Don't we all," Katherine giddily interrupted. "What did I miss here?" She grabbed some plates and silverware and set the dining table.

"Oh, not much," Susan said, glum but a little bit mollified. "Just the usual. Too much talk about sexual things." She turned to the now-standing Suzanne. Alan stood next to her, but he was finally putting his penis back in his pants. "And I understand where you're coming from, Suzanne. Boy, do I understand. I can't believe I let Alan do that to my ass, but I get carried away too. But let's try to respect each other's wishes a bit more, okay?"

"Yes. Certainly. And speaking of dinner, I really should be going. My husband and kids must be starving. If my husband only knew what was keeping me, he might get a little bit angry! I've gotta run. I'll see you later." Suzanne rushed to the front door and left.

CHAPTER 4

Susan left to change out of her cooking clothes into something more formal and more alluring. The Plummers sat down at the dinner table. Then Susan said grace. Finally Katherine was free to talk and she asked, "So what's the special occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're actually wearing clothes!" Katherine laughed at her own joke.

Susan wasn't so pleased. "Very funny," she griped. She nervously twirled a strand of hair in her fingers, afraid Alan might not like her appearance.

"Well, I think you look great, Mom," Alan said positively. "You know, sometimes you're just as alluring all dressed up as when you're naked."

"Thank you, Tiger." Susan was very relieved to hear his compliment. She was wearing a lilac dress with long white sleeves. It exposed a tremendous amount of cleavage, but compared to what she was wearing lately, it seemed conservative, since it didn't have any potential for her nipples or tits to pop out. The fact that this dress was now considered conservative showed how much things had changed in just a few weeks.

Of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. The feeling of her nipples and mound rubbing against the rough fabric helped keep her in an aroused state.

"What do you think, Sis?"

"Oh, I think Mom looks totally steaming hot. Good enough to eat." Katherine lewdly licked her lips. Coming straight from sex with Suzanne, she was very aroused by the prospect of doing the same to her mother.

Susan could feel the sexual desire radiating from her daughter, and nervously tried to change the subject. "Speaking of good enough to eat, let me get the food."

When Susan came back to the table, Katherine asked, "So what's all this about your ass, Mom? Why was it hanging out so deliciously naked when I came down, and what did you say Alan was doing to it?"

Susan sighed. "Here we go again. Let's see. How can I explain this?"

Alan helped out. "Sis, I was fondling Mom's ass when Suzanne came over. But I wasn't violating the no-touching rule. You see, when Mom set that rule, she also said that it would be okay if I got her attention that I needed sexual relief by grabbing her butt." Susan made an excuse to go back into the kitchen, blushing profusely.

Katherine quietly grumbled and was jealous about that until she thought some more, and came up with an idea. Then she enthused, "Oh great! What a great rule! If you want to get my attention, why don't you do something similar? I know! You can stick your finger up my fuck hole. Or really, any object of that general size and shape. That'll be sure to get my attention, heh-heh."

"Kaaaathriiiine!" chided Susan from the kitchen. "You know Alan shouldn't do something like that. Even talking like that is so unladylike. It's so very improper! Words like 'fuck hole' - for shame. Angel, I thought I raised you better. Why don't you think of something else?"

"Okay," Katherine said, delighted that Susan didn't mind the general concept of having her own special way of getting Alan's attention. "Let's see... the butt is already taken. We could make it the boobs, but let's face it, mine aren't as nice as some other people's around here." She made a frustrated, screwed-up face at that thought. "Oh, I know: my pussy! Not the inside, Mom, but the shaved smooth outside. That's something special. Alan could pet the outside. What do you think, Big Fa... Well... uh, Brother?"

"Sounds fine to me!" He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

"What about you, Mom?" Katherine asked. "Is that an okay signal?"

"Well, Angel, I don't really see why we need these signals in the first place, but I guess since I have one... Alan, do you promise to restrain yourself and go no further than the outside with this signal?"

"Yes, I promise. I won't go any further when signaling." But to himself he thought, However, when not signaling I'm going to keep fucking her silly. Alan had never broken a promise, as far as his mother knew. But he often would only adhere to the "letter of the law" and this time he realized he'd found another loophole. He even justified fucking his sister by the fact that his mother had never explicitly forbade them from fucking each other.

Before Susan could fully process his clarification, Katherine cried, "Goody! Why don't we try it out right now, and see if it works?" She stood up and walked around the table to Alan. She wore a short dress and pulled it up, so that Alan's face was inches from his sister's bare pussy.

"Katherine, not at dinner!" Susan said. "You haven't eaten yet."

"But moooOOOOoooom..." Katherine whined.

Alan more cleverly said, "Mom, do you suppose we could try it out for just a minute? I think it would be important to establish just what's acceptable here, while you're nearby, so you can help us clarify some gray areas. Otherwise we won't know how far to go when we're alone."

Susan felt trapped but compelled by that logic. "I don't know. It's so improper. I mean, doing something like that in a common room, in front of someone else..."

"But Mom," he persisted, "you were just letting me fondle your ass when Suzanne walked by. And you blew me in the back yard in front of two people, even."

She blushed some more. Alan thought that both cute and arousing. As usual, she relented. "Don't remind me of my shameful mistakes. ... Okay, okay, fine. But just to clarify the boundaries. Very briefly! Your food is just sitting there."

"Excellent!" Katherine cried. She immediately took all of her clothes off. The two of them moved to a couch near the dining room table.

"What do you think you're doing?" Susan complained to her daughter. "Your clothes!"

But rather than let Katherine answer, Alan immediately placed his hand on his sister's pussy and asked Susan, "Here's a question: the clitoris. What do you think about my touching the clit? It is on the outside, you know. So isn't it okay?"

Alan naturally rubbed Katherine's clit as he asked this. He used his left hand to pull back the hood and rubbed the tip until it stuck out like a little prick, red and swollen. He used his sister's moans as an excuse to push things even farther. "I hope I'm not being too rough; maybe you need a little lubricant." He licked his finger and rubbed her nub even faster now that it was covered with spit.

Susan waffled. "I don't know. I mean, that seems awfully sexual."

"But is it really that different from pinching a nipple after touching a breast?"

"Well, no, but..."

He cut in, and went on before she could think, "Then we're in agreement. But what about the pussy lips? That's a tougher one. If I put my finger right here, along Katherine's slit, I'm still on the outside, but I could kind of press down, like this."

His finger first circled around the outer lips, then slid back and forth in between the inner folds. He was still holding back the hood with his other hand. He managed to rub her clit while massaging his sister's meaty pussy lips.

Susan was silent, as if struck dumb by the sight. He said, "So that's on the outside. Whereas THIS is on the inside." He dramatically plunged three fingers into her hole and started up a rapid fucking action with his hand. Katherine moaned loudly. She was in a very happy place as his fingers explored her clit and then caressed her pussy lips, all wet with her juices. She could even smell her own aroma which was filling the room. Her mother could easily smell it too.

"Tiger, please. Outside only! And in any case, the proper time for that is after dinner! Your food is getting cold. I thought you were talking about just petting the area where she used to have hair." Susan looked down into her lap and noticed that her legs were rubbing together, as if someone else were in control of them. It took all of her self-control to force them to stop moving.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Alan took his fingers out of his sister's steaming hole and caressed her silky skin all around her pussy lips, which was very sensitive. His sister moaned again. Susan formed a serious, disapproving frown, so Alan tried to wrap things up. "I'll try to keep it like this and go no further than what I was doing earlier."

"Fine." Susan sighed. "Now that we've got that sorted out, The two of you, please sit down and eat the food I spent so much time making. You really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing in front of other people, even me. Can we be a normal family for five minutes?"

All three of them sat down and began to eat. Susan glared at her daughter. "Katherine? Forget something?"

"Oh yeah." Katherine got up and put her clothes back on.

"Really!" Susan complained as she ate, "I think you two take far too much advantage of my kind nature. Imagine. Eating dinner naked! Remember, you're both grounded for the week."

"Which means I can stay home and suck Alan's Popsicle all week long!" Katherine happily pointed out. She was sitting again after quickly throwing her clothes back on.

"No, young lady, remember the other part of your punishment? No blow... um, oral stimulation tasks for you. But since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you stimulate him once a day with your hands, but that's it. And you're done for today. After all, you're supposed to be having a punishment, not a reward. And Alan, remember, no touching her either. You're grounded too."

"Except for touching her pussy, to get her attention," he pointed out.

"Yes, I suppose. Except for that. Just once a day though. God, I can't believe how weak I am!" She wagged a finger at both of them in a mothering way. "And no more stunts like this pussy-petting at dinner or whatever you call it. Is that clear? ... Oh my. I said 'pussy.' Is there any decent word for that area? Bush? Mound? Oh dear. Nothing works. You two are corrupting me." They nodded in agreement at her restrictions and tried to hide their smiles.

CHAPTER 5

Susan continued, "We're a normal family eating a normal dinner. So can we please focus on talking about something at dinner other than sucking Alan's Popsicle? Um, I mean, uh, stimulating Alan's member?"

"Sure. But Mom, you're not weak," Alan explained. "This week I'm going to need all the help I can get. Remember that my Boy Scout hike is coming up this weekend? I'm going to be gone all of Saturday and Sunday. This means I'll probably need to aim for seven or eight times a day for the week before and after, since I'll be lucky to have even one orgasm on both of those days."

Alan had been in the Boy Scouts for years, and he was on the verge of becoming an Eagle Scout. He had all but dotted the i's and crossed the t's. But ever since he had begun his "treatment" he had been neglecting the Scouts. He realized he had to go on this camping trip or he'd be in serious trouble with his scouting troop.

"Oh my!" Susan exclaimed. The implications sank in as she imagined blowing her son many times a day. Her pussy started throbbing and her nipples grew harder than ever, but she clenched her legs and tried to think wholesome, religious thoughts. "Oh dear. Tiger, that's going to be really tough. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I don't know. To average six times a day is so hard. As you know, even though today has been an exceptional day so far, I was below target the last couple of days. So you can see I'm really going to need a lot of help. Especially from you and Suzanne, Mom, since you won't let Katherine help much. And the sheer amount of time it takes to get sucked off so many times! Luckily this is a weekend and so we can really take time and enjoy ourselves. But how can I manage so many times during the school week? I'm thinking that sometimes it may be helpful if someone could just milk me with me hardly noticing. Like, for instance, if I'm doing my homework, Mom, and you come up and jack me off and I never even stop doing my homework the whole time."

"I don't know, Tiger," said a visibly worried Susan. "I'm supposed to be punishing you, even if it's only until Tuesday... I promise that when Tuesday comes around I'll really help you out a lot..."

Alan could see she was wavering. "You just said the punishment was for blowjobs only. But in any case, you'll hardly let Katherine touch me, and you won't touch me now, so you expect Suzanne to do everything? She's here some of the time, but not all the time. Like she's never over in the mornings, and I need a lot of help then. I can barely make six as it is; how can I do seven or eight without a lot of help from more than just her?"

"I don't know, Tiger. But you've hardly eaten a bite yet. Is this really an appropriate topic for dinner conservation?"

So they changed topics and finished dinner. When it was over, Susan went back to her room to change. Despite the compliments, she already felt overdressed. Screw this "clothes" shit, she cursed to herself as she stood before her dressing closet. Who needs all that heavy clothing? We live in Southern California. Clothes are unnecessary in this weather. There's a penis out there to be pleased and sucked. With Angel out there as competition, I'd better wear something that'll allow more "accidents" so he'll notice ME. Let's see.... This'll do. She grabbed the lowest cut dress she could find and put it on.

Alan and Katherine were eating ice cream for dessert as she sat back down. "Now, where were we? Now that dinner is over, we were going to finish our discussion about penis stimulation."

"I think we're near a decision," said Alan. "Come on Mom, what'll it be? Can't you help out more, or have Katherine help out more, or both?"

"Hmm... I don't know," she said uncertainly. She hoped to at least make it without blowing him until Tuesday. "What if you just have Suzanne help you a couple of times a day, and 'do your thing' to make up the difference? For the next two days?"

Susan sat at the head of the table, and Alan and Katherine sat on either side of her, as they usually did. Susan leaned forward as if deeply engrossed in the topic, which caused her skimpy orange dress to slide down. Her bountiful mounds spilled forward, fully exposed to his eyes.

Despite all her talk about wanting to act like a normal family, she had specifically changed into this dress just so it could slip down in this manner. Her face looked demure, but her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. The fact was, she'd been so sexually aroused at the pool earlier that she still had an erotic buzz she couldn't shake. Alan's ass fondling before dinner got the buzz humming even louder, but then they'd been interrupted before the two of them could get off. Furthermore, the fact that Alan was doing things to her right in front of Suzanne and Katherine turned her on even more. The idea of being ravished by Alan in a crowded public space kept intruding on her thoughts.

It was all Alan could do not to reach out and pinch his mother's nipples. But he was equally distracted by his sister across the table from him. She wore a thin top which barely had enough fabric to not qualify as see-through. Worse (or better, depending on one's point of view), it was about two sizes too large, and one or the other of the two shoulder straps fell off her shoulders practically every time she took another bite to eat. This frequently caused her top to fall down enough to completely expose a boob.

Alan finally tore his mind from his mother and sister's tits long enough to answer, "Um, Mom, if you have me 'do my thing' that often, my penis is certainly going to get seriously chafed."

Katherine giggled at the always absurd notion of penis chafing. She said as seriously as she could, "That's a big problem, Bro. Are you sure it isn't chafed already? Maybe we should take a look."

Alan looked to his mother for permission.

She coughed nervously. "Ah, yes. I think that, uh, for medical reasons, it's good to see its condition now before we consider the future."

So Alan unzipped his shorts and released his eager penis. As he'd just finished eating his dessert, he pulled his chair away from the table (and closer to his mother) so the other two could have a good view.

It was as if he'd hit a button controlling his mother labeled "pant." Susan's chest immediately began heaving as her breath became heavy and ragged from seeing the mouthwatering penis so close to her. He felt he could watch her heaving breasts for hours. He eventually tore his eyes away long enough to look back at his sister's chest, and noticed a similar reaction. It was almost comical how loudly the two of them were now panting.

In fact, Susan got so horny so quickly that it was all she could do not to reach into his lap and start stroking. But she still had enough of her old mindset to worry about doing that in front of Katherine, so instead, she said, "Tiger, why don't you scoot up to the table there, and I'll get you both some cookies."

She didn't really want to get them cookies as they'd just had ice cream, but it was an excuse for her to get away before she did something rash. She stood up to go.

Alan replied, "Okay, but you know there's a certain morning alarm clock that I've been greatly missing. Honestly. I thought after Tuesday that maybe I'd see that more often."

Susan gasped and fled to the kitchen.

She somewhat composed herself, and remembered to pull her dress back up. She returned to the dining room with a plate of cookies a couple of minutes later.

Alan was scooted all the way forward, so Susan couldn't see into his lap from where she now sat. But what she didn't know what that while she was in the kitchen, Katherine had started to play footsie.

Alan was all the way forward to help facilitate the movements of his sister. As it was, she had to slump in her chair, acting as if she was really full, in order to reach across the wide table. Her foot found his exposed penis and trapped it against his thigh. As she built up a good rhythm of pressing down on it and rubbing, she couldn't help but briefly let out a wicked smile. Susan was still too flustered to notice.

Alan wolfed down a couple of cookies, and slouched back in his chair, giving his sister's foot even better access. He opened his legs wide, and she experimented with two feet on his penis at once. It wasn't easy, especially with an unsuspecting Susan sitting only a couple of feet away, but she managed to trap the penis with one foot and rub the penis against it with the other. However, it wasn't worth all the extra effort so she soon returned to rubbing his penis into his thigh with just the one foot.

Katherine commented, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet it feels good to relax after a nice meal like that."

"Oh, it sure does, Sis. It feels incredible. You have no idea how good." Of course, they were talking about the footsie job, but Susan didn't know that.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she winked.

He turned to Susan and said, "Boy, that really was good, Mom. And homemade chocolate chip cookies, again!" Ever since her husband Ron had returned to Asia, it seemed that she was cooking Alan's favorite dishes and making special desserts every night. The house was overflowing with homemade cookies. She smiled widely at his compliment. She couldn't explain why, but lately she was extremely eager to please him in all things.

He added, "Now that I'm done, can I get Katherine's attention, properly?"

She frowned at that. "Certainly not! I said..."

"You said," Alan interrupted, "And I quote, 'The proper time for that is after dinner.' So we're just obeying your instructions from earlier."

Susan wrinkled her brow in consternation, tricked by her own words. She was mostly worried that the sight would get her too aroused again. She wavered. "I don't know. My Angel is still eating a cookie and I..."

Before Susan could get any further, Katherine took that as a yes and yelped in glee. Then she said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm all done." She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth and finished it off. "Come over here, Brother." She took her foot off of his crotch, and he stood up.

Alan walked around to the other side of the table to sit next to his sister. He stepped out of his shorts as he got up, and his stiff penis bounced proudly as he walked.

"Tiger!" Susan complained. "Your shorts!" She'd managed to calm down a bit when she went to the kitchen, but her boobs resumed heaving as she watching the glorious penis bounce right past her. He deliberately made it worse by pausing right in front of her. With his penis nearly at her eye level, he reached forward and grabbed another cookie. She grasped at her chest as if struggling for air, and that caused her low cut dress to fall below her nipples. For once, she didn't do it on purpose; she was just reacting and clutching instinctively, and the dress did the rest.

"What, Mom? Didn't you ask me to take my penis out earlier? And I'm so stuffed after that wonderful meal that I can hardly expect to keep my shorts on." He stood above his sister and admired a great view down his sister's top, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

Then he sat down next to Katherine, and she lifted up her skirt for him. He asked, "Aren't you stuffed, Sis?"

"Gosh, I'm very stuffed!" she proclaimed. "But I like it, feeling stuffed. Don't you think, Mom, that sometimes it feels really good to just be totally stuffed?" She tore her eyes from Alan to look at her mother as her own shoulder strap fell for what seemed to be the thousandth time, but her wide-eyed and panting mother completely missed Katherine's double meaning.

Meanwhile, Alan began to caress Katherine's bare pussy. She'd thoughtfully pushed her chair far away from the dinner table to give Alan better access to her lap, but also so her mother could see everything.

"I don't know," their mother replied, "I try to watch my weight very carefully, so I feel too guilty to enjoy feeling really full." She felt like she had to put her foot down and calm her children's behavior, but before she could respond to one thing, something else would come up. At that very moment, she had to complain, "Alan, take your hands off of her tits. Uh, her breasts. Isn't the pussy good enough for you?"

"Oh. Sorry." He obeyed his mother's command.

Susan's brain wasn't working well. She was fantasizing that it was her pussy which was shaved to look like a girl's, and that his hands were running all over and inside her most private region.

She normally would have felt angry and/or jealous, but she was too aroused. Instead, she thought, All I'd have to do is give the word, and I'm sure he'd be delighted the rub me down there. Just like that. It would be so easy. Maybe I should have him do me, to save my precious Angel from his rapacious clutches. Is he pulling on her clitoris? I'll bet he is! She leaned forward and confirmed that was what he was doing. God yes! Of course he is. He knows exactly how to please a woman; how to take her to the pinnacles of desire! I'm so worked up that I can barely breathe! Pull on my little nub, Tiger! Make your mommy feel good! She rubbed her legs together under the table, but it was merely a feeble glimmer of the stimulation she really wanted.

Katherine gave up eating and spread her legs wider. "Well, Mom, sometimes you just have to ignore your guilt and let yourself go every now and then. I think it does a world of good. I think you should get stuffed and just enjoy yourself. Don't you agree, Brother?"

"Oh certainly, Sis," he replied, as he happily stroked. "Mom, one of these days I'd really like to stuff you myself." Katherine nearly choked on his blatant innuendo and her eyes went wide as he still pulled and played with her clit. "After all, you're always cooking for us. One of these days we should cook a really nice meal for you." The extra sentences helped tone his meaning down, but Susan seemed remarkably oblivious in any case.

"That would be really nice," Susan said, wide eyed and breathless. "Maybe you can surprise me for my birthday or Mother's Day. Meanwhile, why don't we get up and clean these dishes?"

Susan's jealousy was kicking in and she couldn't take much more stimulation. She looked over at her daughter.

Katherine was bold enough to lift her left leg and hang it off the armrest of her dinner chair. It gave Susan a clear view of her crotch and allowed Alan greater access to her entire erogenous zone. It was clear the her slick oil was running out of her pussy and rolling down over her asshole.

Susan stood up. Both of her nipples were already on display, and now her top dropped completely off of her tits and fell down her stomach.

"Believe me, I'll definitely surprise you with it, one of these days."

Alan found it a bit difficult to converse with his mother. Not only were both of her tits hanging out, but her chest was heaving even more than before, as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Furthermore, now that she stood up, she rubbed her thighs back and forth against each other as if she was trying to start a fire with two sticks. Her pussy juices were flowing freely under her loose, orange dress, and she delighted in the slippery sliding between her wet thighs. It was a most distracting sight to watch, even with her dress in the way.

Susan had a strong feeling there was something extra going on, something sexual in the words her children were saying, and she didn't understand it. But the idea that they might be tricking her and toying with her somehow turned her on even more.

She closed her eyes and imagined that both of them stopped what they were doing and jumped her instead. Her fantasies weren't just about Alan; she wanted both of her children carnally and in the worst way. She imagined the two of them tying her up as she screamed for mercy. Katherine then sat on her face and forced her to lick her hairless crotch while Alan sank his penis into her vagina and fucked her mercilessly. She thought, It's a mother's duty to provide for her children. In my case, that means I should provide them my hot body so they can fill up all my orifices with their fluids until cum is dribbling out of my mouth, ass, and cunt. That's just what responsible, good mommies do. She could feel Katherine's slick, shaved skin rub against her nose, and feel Alan's dick rhythmically bang against her cervix.

Her fantasy seemed so real that when she opened her eyes again she could scarcely believe they were still at the table and not all over her. She stepped forward and grabbed the table to brace herself as she felt a mini-orgasm quake between her legs.

Given that both the females near Alan were obviously as horny as cats in heat, he felt he was doing a pretty admirable job of keeping up the small talk. He continued to stroke his sister's pussy, and while he didn't put his finger into it, he focused intently on her pussy lips and clit. She was as wet as her mother and she was barely able to restrain herself from attacking his penis as it was slapping her legs.

Suddenly, Susan shouted out, "No! Don't do it to your mommy!"

Her two children stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction. She was still engrossed in her rape fantasy and at first didn't realize she'd said something out loud. "Do what?" Alan asked quizzically.

Covering for her accident outburst, she stammered, "Um, uh, don't disappoint your mommy, I mean your mother, by doing that to your sister too long." Gathering steam as she realized her words made sense, she added more forcefully, "I want you two to stop right now and clean up. Katherine, the kitchen is a complete mess. I want you to clean it top to bottom. Alan, you're in charge of the dishes." She didn't actually care about the kitchen at that moment, but she needed things to cool down before she literally burst with desire.

"The dishes?" he mildly griped. His mother hadn't been giving him chores for the past week, ever since she'd openly fallen in love with cocksucking, and he was getting a bit spoiled about that. "What about my penis? It really, really needs help! And Sis is right here..."

"Put on your shorts and behave yourself. Really!" As she said this, her dress slipped further down. Only her wide hips prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. "Katherine is grounded and shouldn't be enjoying herself with such things. I'm going to take a shower right now, and I fully expect you two to behave in the meantime. I'm at the end of my rope, especially the way you two violated my trust by the pool this afternoon, and if I come back and you aren't responsibly doing your chores, I think I'm going to break down and cry. You make me feel like a bad mother. ... When I come back, we'll see about your penis needs."

Susan hurried out of the room. She'd decided that she needed a quick, cold shower to cool her ardor down. She was inches from just ripping her dress off and yelling, "Do me! Now!" She didn't even care who - Katherine or Alan, or preferably both.

CHAPTER 6

The cold shower did the trick, and made Susan feel much better. When she got out, she felt nearly normal. But, in anticipation of more cocksucking to come, she decided to just wear the dark blue bath robe hanging in the bathroom. She walked into the kitchen dressed in it, and was delighted to see her children hard at work. Alan even had his shorts on and zipped up. She joined in for a few minutes until the dishes were done and Alan was free of obligations.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked. "Now, Tiger, let's see to this problem in your shorts. Do you still need help?"

"Mom, you want to see something hard? I'll show you something hard." With one fell swoop he pulled his shorts to his knees and his penis sprung out and bounced around wildly.

As Susan was calmed down now, she merely responded with a curious, "Hrm." But, taking a closer look at his entire crotch region, she noticed how surprisingly red his thighs were. Then she remembered that when the four of them lay out earlier in the day, his legs were the last body part to have suntan lotion applied.

"Oh no, Tiger, look at your legs!" she cried in dismay. "You're getting a serious burn there. Here, Angel, you finish up here in the kitchen and I'll go get some aloe vera to put on your brother before he burns up. The floor could use a good mopping." Susan went out the back patio to break off fresh leaves of aloe vera from plants in the backyard.

"Oh great. Whoop-de-doo," said Katherine, rolling her eyes. "Mopping instead of my brother's cock. I can't wait for my punishment to be over."

Susan overheard Katherine from outside, and chided her daughter's language as she walked back inside. "Angel, please be polite and refer to it as your brother's penis or member, not a cock." She temporarily forgot or ignored how she'd already called it a cock many times in the heat of passion. She was trying to keep the atmosphere more "professional" than it was before the shower.

Even as she tried to maintain a typical suburban soccer mom attitude on the outside, on the inside, the sight of Alan's rigid penis standing at attention was beginning to get to her. All she could think was "cock, cock, cock." She was hardly back from the patio for ten seconds when she felt the bath robe suffocating her. She loosened the sash and parted the front until her nipples were exposed. That made her feel much better.

Alan retired into the living room and sat down on a plush reclining chair. Susan stayed in the kitchen to cut up the aloe vera. She took her time, psyching herself up to clean Alan's penis without getting too excited. Memories of her fantasy of being raped by her children were still fresh in her mind, and she was horribly ashamed by her thoughts. She resolved to never, ever think such nasty things again.

After a couple of minutes, Susan came to her son with freshly cut slices of aloe vera. The edges of her bath robe were already being held in place by her extended nipples. She walked over to him dressed like that. She looked at his crotch with some trepidation, remembering that she wasn't even allowed to give him a blowjob until Tuesday. She hoped that she could restrain herself to a mere handjob, but she had serious doubts about her willpower.

As soon as she bent over, the nipples couldn't hold the robe in place, and it exposed the rest of her tits and stomach up above the sash. It opened below the sash too, as the fabric fell off each side of her legs. It was almost as if she wore nothing below the sash, and the only reason he couldn't see all of her pussy lips was that she kept her legs tightly closed. A wave of excitement and relief surged over her with the awareness that her whole chest and crotch was exposed to her son's eyes. A big smile came to her face. She felt as if she'd just been unshackled from prison chains. Needless to say, she pretended not to notice how much she was showing so she could stay that way.

Alan's legs weren't terribly red and probably wouldn't peel, but they did hurt some. Susan applied the aloe as she talked to him about the importance of covering up and protecting his skin. She worked all around his erect penis, acting for the moment as if it wasn't there.

As she finished his thighs (the backs of the legs and lower legs weren't nearly as bad because of how he'd been sitting), he took her hand in his and pulled it to his penis.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Susan said nervously, as if she hadn't seen and touched his penis many times already, as if his penis wasn't already exposed, and as if she wasn't aware that nearly her entire front side was exposed. It seemed all her efforts to calm down were in vain, because she was heaving and flushed once more.

"I'm even more red right here." Alan held on to his penis with his other hand, and slipped the hand up and down as if to show just where he was red and how she could help.

Alan had naturally dark skin everywhere, but it was slightly paler under his underwear. So that skin was a bit redder than his thighs, especially in the areas not covered by his new skimpy bathing suit, which was most everywhere. "You can see even my penis is red. I think it needs extra help." This wasn't really true, but Alan figured that would give his mother a nice excuse to stroke it.

"Oh... my," was all Susan could say. Finally she picked up another aloe leaf. "Let's get it all covered then." She began to rub the cut aloe leaf all over his penis. The jelly-like material inside the leaf slowly squeezed out, and felt deliciously cool against his warm, engorged skin. She deliberately leaned in close, so his erect penis remained inches from her mouth. Several times the tip lightly rubbed past her cheek or chin, nearly driving both of them crazy with desire.

She thoroughly covered it with the slippery aloe leaf. Very thoroughly. At some point, probably without her even realizing when the change occurred, she stopped rubbing in the aloe and began giving him a fantastic handjob. The aloe functioned like Vaseline, and they both loved the oily effect it gave.

She'd never rubbed a thoroughly greased-up prick before (she'd almost done it earlier in the day with suntan lotion, but she ended up giving him a blowjob instead). She soon began to enthusiastically throw herself into the job. She bounced up and down from her crouched position as she imagined the hot rod between her legs instead of in her hands. That in turn caused her boobs to bounce in every direction and even crash into each other. The sash on her blue robe opened more and more until the robe ended up in a heap on the ground all around her.

She was just about to take a hand and impale it into her dripping pussy when Alan began to orgasm. She froze for precious seconds while the first ropes of cum hit her cheeks. Then, thinking nothing more than Yummy!, she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked.

After the ropes of cum stopped shooting into her mouth, Susan looked up at Alan briefly and said, "Oh dear. I forgot I wasn't supposed to do that. Your punishment. I can't even keep your penis out of my mouth for three days! Heck, I wasn't even able to do it for half of a day. Your mother is just too naughty for words." She giggled delightfully at her own naughtiness. They were the first words either of them spoke since she began applying the aloe vera on his penis.

CHAPTER 7

Somehow his penis remained fairly hard for another couple of minutes. Not much cum had landed on Susan's face as she'd managed to swallow most of it, but there was a fair amount on his penis. So she carefully licked it, and at the same time ended up sucking off nearly all of the aloe vera as well. "We have to get you nice and clean," she said. "It's part of mommy's daily duties." The restraints she'd regained with the shower earlier were long gone, and now the overriding and nearly only thought in her mind was Yummy cock.

She meanwhile used a hand to pump his penis and prevent him from getting flaccid. Between her hands, her mouth, and her infectious enthusiasm, Alan was soon hard again, if he'd ever really gone flaccid at all. She drew her mouth in close to its tip and said, "Tiger, why don't we just forget all about your punishment? Mommy needs your cock in her mouth every single day, or she just doesn't feel right. Not to mention, I have to reward you for giving me so many wonderful orgasms today."

"Okay," he gasped, as his penis disappeared far into her mouth again.

She sucked lovingly and tenderly for long minutes, naked on her knees before him.

She alternated between sucking and licking. When she licked, she said sexy things between licks, like, "Tiger, I'm your mommy. Is it right to have your mommy suck you like this?" and "Why does Mommy like to play with your penis so much? It's so very improper!" and "That was number nine today, wasn't it? You're such an unstoppable sex machine!" Alan's favorite was, "Mommy's going start to use kneepads tomorrow, because she just loves to be naked in front of you. Don't you think Mommy belongs on her knees at all times, sucking your cock?"

But her questions were rhetorical, and Alan knew better than to answer them with anything more than affirming moans. So when she said, "Tiger, if you're going to get your cock sucked, you'd better come to the best cocksucker around. Mommy's the best," she was surprised to get a response. She was even more surprised that the reply came from someone other than Alan.

She heard Katherine say, "The best cocksucker? Some of us might have a different idea on who that is."

Susan looked up in fright and confusion, and saw Katherine and Amy standing in the dining room and looking into the living room where she was kneeling before Alan.

Both smiled, and Amy said, "Great performance, Susan." They clapped for her performance.

Susan stopped licking and tried to cover up in shame. She put one arm in front of her boobs and used her other arm to try and hide Alan's penis. She pushed it up against his stomach and put her hand and arm over it to try and hide it as best she could. But the effect was more comical than anything, because it made her look much naughtier than if she'd just let go.

Angel I can understand, she thought, I completely forget she was right there, one room away in the kitchen. But Amy?!? Oh shit! She must have come in the back door. What's she doing here? Susan's horny mood drained away instantly, and she shrank back from the two girls in abject shame. Alan, however, wasn't embarrassed at all since he knew he had nothing to fear from the happy observers. But with a lack of further stimulation his penis started to get flaccid, even as Susan continued to hold it against his stomach.

Susan cried out in distress, "Amy, I can explain! It's not what you think! I, uh, I was..." She was caught red-handed and couldn't think of any excuse to explain away her incestuous act.

"Don't worry, Mom," Katherine quickly said before her mother freaked out too much. "Amy pretty much understands everything. In fact, she's massaged Alan's penis a couple of times herself, haven't you, Amy?"

"Yeah. It feels neat!" Amy said breezily. "I like his thingy. But when I did it, it got all hard and happy. That gave Alan energy. But look - you're making it all small and sad!" Amy ended up frowning by the end of her explanation. One could see through Susan's fingers that Alan's penis was semi-flaccid by now.

"Um," Katherine added, somewhat embarrassed, "we told her a lot, but as you can see, we didn't tell her everything."

Even Susan couldn't help snorting a laugh in response to that. "I guess not," she chuckled. Susan felt incredibly relieved that Amy didn't disapprove of a mother's enthusiasm with her son's prick.

Alan stepped in to the conversation to explain. "You see, Amy, it turns out guys have the same leakage problem women do. If you stroke it or suck it too long, then a bunch of white stuff comes out, and it gets soft again. But that's okay. That makes me even more happy and gives me even more energy, 'cos it feels really good."

"Oh, gosh!" Amy said, looking like an idiot. "I didn't know you could suck it too, although now that I think of it, that's what guys must mean when they say 'suck me' all the time. ... That looks like fun! Susan, are you going to suck him some more or can I give it a try? Oh wait! Look at me, I'm overdressed. I'm still wearing panties!"

Amy threw off her clothes with her usual abandon. She stood in her birthday suit in seconds, and Susan just goggled in surprise. Amy walked into the living room and then across it down the hallway to the front door. Everyone watched her wide, naked butt wiggle seductively as she walked away. She placed her panties in the underwear cabinet and put her clothes on top of it and then came back still stark naked. The sight made Alan get hard again, and Susan could feel the change as she continued to hold his penis up against his stomach.

"Um, aren't you going to keep some clothes on?" Susan said, still trying to come to grips with Amy's presence. Susan still sat on her knees in front of Alan, and was still nude but for the robe fallen around her feet. She also had forgotten that cum was still dripped down her face from Alan's climax before the two girls arrived.

Amy pointed out, "I thought that Alan said when we do these kinds of things, it's best to not wear clothes."

"These kinds of things?" Susan asked suspiciously, turning up towards Alan's face. "Just what exactly have you done with Amy?!?"

"Katherine and I have helped shave Amy's pussy a couple of times. Especially Katherine. You've noticed it's been shaved, and that's how. Everyone on the cheerleading squad is going for the shaved look - look at Katherine, too. So she came to us for help. But the only thing she's done with my penis is rub it. She got it hard a couple times. That's all."

"Hmm," said Susan suspiciously. She paused for a few moments, lost in thought. Then she looked up to Alan again, and whispered so only he could hear, "Tiger, do you want mommy to shave her pussy? Would that please you?"

He thought about it, and whispered back, "No. I like you just the way you are." But her willingness to shave got him excited and his penis began to revive.

Susan then looked at Amy seriously and asked her, "Does that explain it? Is that what they've been doing to you?" Susan found herself strangely excited that Alan had been playing around with the innocent Amy, and wanted to know more details.

Amy responded, "Yeah. I didn't even know the white stuff came out. But aren't they nice to help me out? I figure I'd be glad to make Alan's penis happy any time, after him helping me out on that and the leakage problem."

Alan quickly answered before Amy could. He realized they were getting in more dangerous ground here - Susan wouldn't like it if he and his sister were fingering Amy's pussy. "The leakage problem," he said. "It seems that shaving her pussy while she was making me happy started her pussy to leak fluid. We said we didn't know what that was and called it a leakage problem."

"You two!" Susan chided them. "Amy, that's not a problem at all! That's what happens when a woman gets sexually excited. It's perfectly natural." Susan was having more than a little "leakage problem" herself at the moment. Today seemed to be her day to be naked and performing sex acts in front of others, and deep down she loved it.

"There. You see, Amy?" Alan said, still keeping up the charade of the explanations they told her as much as he could. "What do you know? We should have asked Susan for the answer. Looks like she knows more than we do." Susan just rolled her eyes in exasperation, but didn't say any more.

"But why does the pussy need to leak?" Amy asked. She began masturbating herself though she stood only a few feet from Susan. "You see, if I put my finger in here, it only takes a couple of minutes until..."

"Amy!" interrupted Susan with a yell. "That's not really necessary to show me! I know what you mean. The body releases those fluids in anticipation of having sex. It's lubrication so the penis can go in easily. ... Um, Amy. I thought I said that's not really necessary." Amy still hadn't stopped fingering herself.

"It isn't?" Amy said dreamily. "That's okay, though. It still feels good." She sat on the ground and kept going, getting more into it. Alan smiled and Katherine giggled at Susan's exasperation with getting Amy to understand the need to stop.

"Thanks, Amy, but we don't really need an anatomy lesson here," Susan said dismissively.

"No? You don't?" Amy asked innocently. She pried open her pussy lips. "Well, I do, since you seem to know so much. You see the flaps of skin around my special hole? What do they call..."

Susan interrupted again, "Amy, now's not the time for such questions! I'm trying to maintain some decorum. I run a respectable house around here!" But even as Susan said this, the sight of Amy spreading her legs right before them made her even hornier than she already was, and she found herself unconsciously stroking Alan's penis still in her hand.

"'M'kay. Never mind." Amy went back to fingering herself.

Susan tried another tack. "No, really Amy, it's better you do that in a private place, like a bedroom."

"Oh, is it? M'kay! Katherine, let's go to your bedroom! And maybe you can finally let me borrow your dildo. Thanks a lot for the explanations and stuff, Susan!" Amy skipped off joyously towards the stairs, naked as the day she was born, and Katherine lit off after her.

"Hey Katherine, wait!" yelled Susan. Katherine turned around and headed back.

"What is it, Mom?" Katherine asked as innocently as she could. The short run had dropped her flimsy skirt down to her waist, so she quickly put her shoulder straps back on in case her mother was going to chide her about that.

"Umm..." Susan's mind reeled. Dildo? Leakage problem? Amy masturbating right in the living room? Nobody can keep their clothes on for five minutes. What the heck am I supposed to do as the only parent around here?!? Kneeling like I am in front of Alan's penis, I'm not really the first one to throw stones. Arrgh!! Susan somehow failed to recognize that not only was she kneeling in front of Alan's penis, she was still unthinkingly stroking it. Such stroking was becoming second nature to her. "Angel, just what to you plan to do in there, in your room with Amy?" she finally asked.

"I don't know. Shave our pussies, I guess." Katherine didn't bother to mention that she'd shaved Amy's pussy that very morning. Even Amy didn't expect another shaving, but she knew enough not to say anything. Katherine continued, "And if we both masturbate ourselves a little, that's all good too, right? The doctor said there's nothing wrong with masturbation, didn't he?"

Susan sighed. "Yeah, I guess," she finally conceded. "Just behave yourself, and remember the same boundaries you have with Alan apply to Amy. After all, you're still grounded. You're not supposed to be having fun, dammit!"

"Okay! We'll be careful. Oh, and by the way, do be careful who you say the best cocksucker here is, because some of us might disagree."

Katherine quickly bounded up the stairs and was gone. She liberally interpreted her mother's instructions to mean that just as she was allowed to stimulate Alan only once a day, she was only allowed to stimulate Amy once a day, starting from now. And the rules didn't say how many times Amy could make Katherine orgasm, since Amy wasn't a man. And there was nothing in the rules about dildos, either.

The two girls ended up not shaving each other, but just kissed and played with each other's pussies for the next hour. Luckily Katherine had two dildos handy and both of them got well used that night. She realized she really needed to buy a strap on dildo, and soon. If there was any lingering pretense that what they were doing wasn't sexual, Amy's discussion with Susan certainly broke it. So they got even more explicit in what they were doing. For the first time, Amy explored another woman's breasts, and Katherine explored hers. As with seemingly everything sexual, Amy took to it effortlessly and without question, as if she'd been doing it a long time already.

CHAPTER 8

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Susan sat thinking about her daughter and Amy, even while she still unthinkingly stroked Alan's penis resting on his stomach in her hand. Her other hand still tried to cover up her boobs.

So Alan has Amy helping out too, hunh? I guess that should be no big surprise. And probably someone else at school, judging by the checkmarks on his chart lately. Looks like he's building up quite a little stable of cocksuckers! she thought delightfully. He has a medical condition, and it's up to us women who love him to help him out. We just have to keep suck suck sucking my beautiful, cum-filled boy until we suck him dry. Amy's a real good kid. I don't mind sharing him with her, as long as she doesn't get in my way when I need a good suck. Which is going to be quite frequently, admittedly. Maybe she can take care of his needs at school, and I can handle things here at home...

Alan interrupted her thoughts. "Pretty weird, hunh, Mom? But I'm surprised you couldn't even stop stroking me long enough to talk to them."

"What do you mean? Hunh?" a confused Susan said, and then she looked and finally consciously realized what her hand was doing. "Oh no! I was doing this in front of them? I didn't even realize." But rather than stop, she redoubled her efforts and brought in her other hand to help. "What an embarrassing day. One thing after another." She sighed deeply. "They must think I'm a cum slut."

"Mom, remember what I said about calling yourself a slut? Be proud of who you are. I don't mind in the slightest if you talk to them while jacking me off and with cum all over your face: you're my mom, and nobody calls you a slut. You're just trying to help me out."

She'd forgotten all about the cum on her face, and began to wipe it up and stuff it into her mouth with one hand. As with her penis stroking, she now automatically ate any of his cum within reach without thinking. "Oh dear! I must look quite a sight. You're too kind to me, Alan. You really are. And the orgasms you give me... Let me thank you with an extra-special blowjob."

She leaned in to his crotch, but Alan stopped her with his hand. "Wait!' he said. "Are you sure? Now that I had a chance to think, it occurred to me this will be my tenth time just for today. Isn't that too much?"

She rubbed his penis against her cheek lovingly. "It's never too much, Tiger. Never. As long as your penis can handle it, then you should do it."

"Well, okay. I'll admit my penis is in surprisingly good shape, considering everything that happened today. But before you do that, can you finish up the job with the aloe vera?" He turned around and exposed his butt to Susan's close face. It clearly was just as red as his front. The short bathing suit had left him too exposed there, as well.

Susan made another, even heavier sigh. "Why do these kinds of things always happen to me?" she asked Alan rhetorically. "It's so tough being a mom these days. What would you say to Katherine in that situation she just gave me? Why is everything so sexual lately?" Alan lay down, and she straddled him and began rubbing Alan's naked ass with another aloe leaf.

"Sorry Mom," Alan said contritely. "I know that ever since my treatment started it must be very tough on you. Please forgive me for ruining your life."

She sighed yet again. "You haven't ruined my life. Nothing to apologize for. It's just so confusing. I don't know sometimes if I'm doing the right thing." The hand that wasn't holding the aloe vera began massaging