CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Oct. 3)

A couple of hours after school on the next afternoon, Alan found himself sitting in the living room with Suzanne while Susan was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Suzanne had been reading the newspaper, but Alan took advantage of the chance to be alone with her to ask a question.

"Aunt Suzy?"

"Hmm?" She put the newspaper down and smiled his way.

He dropped his voice. "Um, you know what you said the other night, that I could stare at your boobs? Is that true for anytime, or just when we're checking out the websites together?"

Suzanne looked at him with slight indignation. "Just in your room, of course. What kind of woman do you think I am?" But even as she said this, the shoulder straps on her dress began to slide down her shoulders.

She continued to protest, "It's not like I'm going to rip my clothes off for you at any old time. I am a married woman, you know. I have my limits." As she spoke, both shoulder straps slid off simultaneously and the top of her dress fell down, leaving her exposed from the waist up. She pretended to be oblivious and indignant, but she couldn't stop from grinning just a little.

Alan grinned a lot. "I see."

"I'm sure you do." She was grinning more.

"How did you do that? It's like the straps moved on their own. Were you making little wiggles with your shoulders or something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Boy, is it just me, or did it get breezy in here all of the sudden?"

Alan smiled some more, but then he rushed upstairs to masturbate yet again. "Thanks for the help, Aunt Suzy!"

She smiled, pulled her dress back up, and went back to reading the newspaper. Yep. Things are getting a lot more interesting around here. I can't wait until the time is ripe to do more than just looking.

Suzanne had to go home to cook dinner at the Pestridge house, but she came back after dinner and went straight to Alan's room. She and Alan had another "Internet porn viewing session," which really meant another "staring at Suzanne nearly naked session."

At first, events unfolded nearly exactly as they'd done the night before, but Alan wasn't complaining. He could only dream that things would go on like that every night. Suzanne even had him keep his penis hanging out beneath the desk, just like he did the two times before.

But then it got even better. Suzanne still insisted on the pretense that they were looking at Internet porn, though Alan ended up facing Suzanne and only made token glances back to the screen. While she pretended to be busy viewing the porn, not only had her top fallen off again, but her pleated skirt slowly rode up her thighs until the hem of it reached her pussy. Then, ever so slowly, she slumped forward in her chair. But with some clever manipulation, she went forward but her dress did not, causing the hem to ride up and over her pussy, even exposing some of her bush.

Alan was absolutely beside himself. It was the first pussy he'd seen in real life. He was so excited that he forgot to breathe for quite a long time.

But then, only a minute or two later, Suzanne acted as if she was uncomfortable and shifted positions. Then her pussy got completely covered up again.

She quelled his disappointment by saying, "Sweetie, the whole purpose of me being here is to help you have lots of nice climaxes, so why don't you start now?"

"You mean...?"

She grinned, picked up a towel, and handed it to him. "Let's not give that board under your desk any more messy grief."

Alan took the towel and put it down near him, but he said, "I dunno. I'd like to, but I'm having such a good time. And I'm so excited that I know if I touch it, it'll all be over in seconds. I really wanna keep having fun."

She suggested, "Then touch it and shoot off. I'm in no big rush to go anywhere. When you recover, you'll last a lot longer and we'll have even more fun."

He couldn't turn down that idea. So he came into the towel more or less instantly as he'd predicted. Then within minutes, he was hard again. Suzanne muttered something about the resilience of youth. Before long, he resumed stroking but he was self-conscious about it so he did it far under the desk. While he stroked, Suzanne periodically looked at Internet porn and gave running commentaries about what she wanted to do with the attractive women pictured there.

She said things like, "Ooh, Sweetie, look at this one. She's a hottie. Look at that rack, wouldn't you just love to play with those zeppelins? And look at those lips. So full, so kissable. Lips like those belong wrapped around a cock, don't you think? Who would you rather have suck your cock, me or Ms. Zeppelin here?"

Alan squeaked out as he masturbated, "You!"

She laughed. "Good answer. But I'd hate for Ms. Zeppelin to miss out on that tree trunk you're trying to hide beneath the desk. Maybe she and I can take turns blowing you." She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "You know, from this angle I can see everything. I think I'll just stay here with my head perched on your shoulder and watch you spank your salami. I can't wait to see that volcano of teenaged lust explode."

She switched back to her regular voice (while keeping her head there, staring at what Alan was doing), and resumed her picture narration. "Ms. Zeppelin has a mighty fine pussy, too. Mmmm. Look at those nether lips, all puffed up and meaty. I wouldn't mind a taste of that. Can you just imagine her and I locked in a sixty-nine?"

She went on and on in this manner, describing in intimate detail all the things she and Alan could do to the pictured porn models. Needless to say, Alan's second climax with her wasn't too long in arriving either.

Alan loved the whole encounter, but it was the brief sight of her pussy that he vowed to never forget.

He wrongly assumed that all her sexy talk was just that, talk. He didn't even really believe Suzanne was bisexual, since she'd never shown the slightest hint of that in all the many years he'd known her, and he wrongly assumed that was just more sexy talk. Plus, he was so sexually inexperienced that the idea of actually having full blown intercourse with Suzanne seemed beyond impossible. He felt that she was the living embodiment of Jessica Rabbit and he was just a nerd who'd never been kissed who was being helped with his weird medical treatment. Suzanne's pussy was merely some far off wonder that one could only admire and never touch.

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

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

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

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

Alan watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the towel fell. Her breasts slowly came into view.

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

Luckily, Alan wasn't looking at her face, but rather at her breasts that were still exposed above the arms now wrapped around her.

Katherine looked down, saw what she was still exposing, and blushed even deeper. She cried, "Alan!" and looked at him in dismay, as if the whole thing was his fault. Then she fled to her room. No other words were said between them during the whole incident, and the two didn't even make eye contact.

Alan was far too aroused to question why his sister walked out of the shower in just a towel, something she'd never done before. Despite all the recent nudity around the house, he couldn't imagine she would ever expose herself on purpose, especially since she seemed perturbed about it. He just assumed that he'd had an incredibly lucky free show.

He hurried back to his room to masturbate for the seventh time that day. He never realized it was physically possible for a male to masturbate as many times a day as he was doing now.

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

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

CHAPTER 2 (Friday, Oct. 4)

Friday afternoon, Alan played a game of basketball with some friends. He came home really needing a shower, but the one across from his room was broken. (No one but Suzanne knew that Suzanne had helped break it, in hopes that Alan would be forced to use Susan's and interesting encounters could result.) He went into the bathroom adjoining his mother's bedroom and heard the shower running. He was really sweaty and tired, so he yelled into the bathroom door, "Hello! I could use a shower real soon!"

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

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

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

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

"My shampoo has run out. Can you come in here and get another bottle for me?"

"Sure." Alan screwed up his courage and walked into the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn, and he could see little of his mother except vague, fleshy shapes through a clouded plastic screen.

A hand poked out from behind the shower curtain, holding a shampoo bottle.

She said, "The bottle here is empty, but you should find another just like it in the bottom right cabinet. It's the only shampoo in there."

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

Susan had been expecting to just give Alan a tantalizing glimpse of her body's shape through the opaque curtain. Frankly, that was all Suzanne expected as well, assuming her shower setup worked at all.

But Susan found herself saying, "Just slip it in my hand."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she thought, What on Earth?! Did I just say that?! Now he's going to have to open the shower curtain and see me completely naked! She didn't even realize it consciously, but her body loved being stared at by Alan when she'd worn sexy outfits the past few days. It wanted more, even if her logical brain did not.

Alan was at a loss over what to do. Her hand was on the other side of that curtain, and it didn't look like that hand would reach out to him any time soon. He couldn't believe his mother, the same mother that told him dancing was sinful and bikinis should be illegal, was going to let him see her backside in the buff.

After some long moments passed, she still didn't make any move to reach towards him.

So, reluctantly and nervously, he pulled the curtain open. There was a shower door he needed to open too, but he couldn't. He was immobilized by the lusty and lovely vision in front of him.

Susan stood with her back to him, lathering her body up with soap. She seemed to pay him no mind at all. In fact, her heart was wildly pounding and her face was burning at the realization her son was looking at her completely naked body. She had no idea what she was doing or why, but her intellect seemed helpless to stop her libido.

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

He'd been erect since she'd told him to come help her in the bathroom. But now his erection was so hard and engorged that it seemed like it had swollen to twice its size.

Finally, she turned her body partly towards him and eyed the bottle over her shoulder. However, she was surprised to see him topless, and for a second she feared that he had stripped naked. She looked down and realized with great relief that he still wore his shorts, but she couldn't help but notice the pulsing monster threatening to rip his shorts in two.

That both excited and frightened her. She reached out to grab the bottle from him, but then she realized the glass shower door was still closed. "Could you open the door, Tiger?"

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

Finally the door opened up. They both realized there was nothing between their bodies but air and Alan's shorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan thought, Jesus H. Christ! I saw a bit of her bush. And a nipple, too! I had no idea my mom is so, so... well, just plain fuckable!

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

But her hands now were repeatedly sliding over her ass in what looked to be a very sexual way. There was no way Alan could tear his eyes away from such a sexy sight.

She thought, This has to stop! I'm acting like some kind of porn star performing a strip tease. I'm putting on a private sex show for my very own son! This has to stop. But if it's so wrong, why do I feel so good, so alive? She shifted her weight onto one butt cheek and then onto the other. Then squeezing some shampoo into her hands, she raised both arms up in the air and began rubbing the shampoo into her wet hair. She arched her back, a pose that made her look remarkably like she was in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

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

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

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

The conversation continued in slow motion, with Alan finally responding after some more time passed with, "Okay, I'll just be going then. ... I'll, I'll see you later." That was the third time he'd announced he was leaving.

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

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

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

Alan found the sight of the musculature around her bare armpits surprisingly captivating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan thought to herself, Why the heck did I just do that? Why didn't I just tell him to go? Why couldn't I have gotten the shampoo myself in the first place? I'm turning into a complete exhibitionist ... and worse! Why does he have to have such a BIG bulge there? And his bare and manly chest... I'm thinking such sinful thoughts about my own son. I can't! I can't!

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

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

As a result, she ended up feeling very frustrated. After the shower ended she felt tremendous guilt, and she banished all unwanted erotic thoughts completely from her mind. She even cried.

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

Suzanne was surprised and pleased, though she was careful to show only sympathy and concern.

They talked about it a long time.

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

Susan was glad for excuses to explain away her behavior. She felt a lot better, and only hours after the shower she changed into a more provocative dress than any she'd worn before. Suzanne didn't even have to explicitly tell her what to wear this time.

CHAPTER 3

Alan meanwhile was very disturbed that he found himself so turned on by his own mother. After he masturbated he tried to take a nap, but he found he couldn't sleep. He'd barely slept the night before, either. Images of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were filling his head. Thoughts of them were dominating his mind all day long, almost from the moment the new policy to "sex things up" was announced.

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

"Hey Sis?"

"Yes?" she answered through the door.

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

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

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

"No, wait!" Katherine cried out.

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

She continued more calmly. "It looks like you want to talk about something important. This is the same as if I was wearing a bathing suit really. It's just that you surprised me. What is it?"

Alan reluctantly opened the door again, and tried to look anywhere in the room except at his sister's body. The first thing that came to his mind was how similar his stumbling into a nearly naked Katherine was to his stumbling into a completely naked Susan less than an hour before. So he started with that. "Weird things are happening lately, Sis. Earlier I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a shower. But she didn't immediately shoo me away, so I kind of looked at her. Naked. Can you imagine that? Our mom, letting me see her naked? And now I see you like ... this."

He looked at her body again, and saw how she was leaning forward as if in rapt attention, but the effect was to cause her tits to nearly spill out of her bikini styled top. One shoulder strap was slowly sliding down her arm.

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

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

Alan fell for that. He imagined himself running his hands over it, but it was basically a bikini. The only place to feel it would be right over her pussy or her breasts.

He suddenly found himself wishing there was a way he could adjust his shorts. But he focused on the conversation, and continued, "Well, whatever the cause, I'm finding myself very, um, attracted to you all lately. And distracted. And even aroused sometimes." He shifted nervously on his feet, and his face only seemed to get redder.

"You are?" Katherine said excitedly. She clapped her hands in delight, causing her bikini to nearly slide completely off a boob. Only her nipple, which appeared to be protruding and hard, stopped it from sliding off. "I'm so happy for you. Isn't that great? Soon you'll be back on schedule with doing your thing."

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

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

Alan looked around for pajamas and then realized she was referring to the silk bikini she was wearing.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and put herself on display, posing like a model.

Alan was relieved that at least she finally adjusted her shoulder strap.

"Um, nice," he stammered.

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

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

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

Alan just stood and stared at the vision of loveliness. He couldn't fail to miss that the strap had fallen again, causing one nipple to partially poke out of her bikini pajamas. Dang. I've never seen so much of her chest. But there's a nipple, right there! I would never have guessed that hiding under all that clothing my sister actually has an amazing body! She's pretty stacked, too!

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4 (Sunday, Oct. 6)

Amy hung out at the Plummer house most evenings and sometimes in the afternoon as well, but she hadn't been there much the past several days. She showed up again Sunday night.

It seemed that Amy, like her mother Suzanne, also preferred the happy environment of the Plummer house more than the gloomy one of her own Pestridge house. Mostly that was because Amy had become very good friends with Katherine, even though they were one year apart in school. Katherine was a junior, while Amy and her brother Brad were both seniors like Alan.

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

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

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

But what made her unusual was the rest of her personality. She was frequently called an airhead or a space cadet. She didn't deserve the label, but she did have a unique way about her, and people couldn't get past surface appearances. What perhaps made her seem like such an airhead was her completely naïve and gullible nature.

She also appeared extremely absent-minded, totally guileless, and naturally kind as well. In this way, she seemed the total opposite of her clever, jaded, and conniving mother. Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to not be like the parts of her mother that she disapproved of that made her that way.

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

Katherine was on the squad because she wanted to be popular, and she was so good looking that she could get on the team, even though her personality didn't fit in with the other ditzy cheerleaders. Whereas, Amy didn't particularly desire to be popular or be a cheerleader, but it just seemed like the thing she was supposed to do, so she did it. Like Katherine, it wasn't hard for her to get on the team, thanks to her looks.

So although Amy was a perfectly wonderful girl, she and her mother Suzanne didn't have a whole lot in common. In fact, Suzanne had a hard time understanding her seemingly flighty daughter.

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

So with a husband she secretly resented and a son she didn't know, the only reason Suzanne had to be home was to be with Amy. But Amy was rarely at home. She was often off with her ditzy friends, doing cheerleader practice, talking about boys, hanging out in malls, and the like.

When Amy did come home, she was like her mother in that she preferred to be over at the happier Plummer household next door. She was somewhat close to Susan and Alan since they'd known her since before she could talk, but both were also on different wavelengths, Susan with her religious prudishness and age difference, and Alan with his nerdy and boyish pursuits. Her main reason for coming over was Katherine. Amy and Katherine weren't that naturally compatible, but they had shared everything together almost since they were born. Katherine acted like Amy's very protective older sister, even though Amy was the eldest of the two of them.

Amy was so clueless that she needed a lot of protection. All of her friends protected her, especially from leering men. Amy had a sexual encounter once, the year before, but it was a very traumatic experience because the guy had taken advantage of her extreme naiveté and tried to rape her during a date (luckily, he didn't get very far before she successfully cried out for help). So other people were always telling her whom she could do what with and when, and they kept her social life on a short leash.

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

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

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

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

Suzanne was engaged in a bit of a stealth operation. She'd worn a fancy dress that covered her up more than usual, and even kept her boobs quite restrained, so as to draw Susan's suspicions away from her. But the dress exposed almost all of her thighs when she was standing.

Thus, by sitting on the couch with her feet up on the couch, the fabric rode up to her waist and exposed everything below it. The positioning of the couches meant that neither Katherine nor Susan could see that Suzanne now had her pussy completely exposed for Alan to see.

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

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

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

The others all looked up and around to find where the voice was coming from.

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

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

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

"M'kay. What'cha watching?"

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

Amy did so.

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

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

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

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

Suzanne was getting an erotic buzz by taking things one step farther with Alan, and was greatly enjoying the slow "hunt" since it was rare for any man to not instantly fall all over her. But Katherine and Susan were such goody-goodies that not even Katherine had begun to figure out where Suzanne was taking things.

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

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

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

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

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

"I saw Su-" Amy was naively going to complete her sentence by saying, "I saw Suzanne's pussy, and she was playing with it in front of Alan," but Suzanne immediately saw what was coming and cut her off.

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

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

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

Suzanne pressed on, before Amy could contradict or stupidly blurt something else out that would expose what she had been showing Alan. She thought quickly, trying to come up with better excuses. "So it is the heat wave, but that's not the whole story. You see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?"

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

Susan was totally surprised. She lamely replied, "Uh, private bet? Yeah, that's it, a private bet!" She wasn't a great actor, but it wasn't hard to convince the guileless Amy.

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

"Wow," said Amy. "That's really surprising. And I'm really surprised especially that you'd do that, Susan. I mean, you're so... traditional."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 5

But Suzanne was not expecting what happened next.

The others were turning back towards the TV as the commercials had ended, thinking the excitement was over, but Amy took their words to heart immediately. She undid her bra under her T-shirt and pulled it out and away. Then she grabbed the T-shirt and quickly pulled it over her arms.

It wasn't exactly the most logical sequence of events, but everyone was too shocked to pay attention to the details.

Suzanne cried out angrily, "Amy Pestridge! Stop that!"

Susan looked over towards Amy, and did a double take. "Wh-what are you doing?"

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

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

"But, but, your panties!" blurted out Susan.

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

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

Suzanne was the most perturbed, because she still thought of Amy as her little girl, rather than as a teen vrging on full fledged womanhood. But even Suzanne conceded, "That's what we said. But quickly put your shirt and shorts back on, and come join us with the show." She hoped if Amy got nude, that would distract her from asking awkward questions about Suzanne showing off her own pussy a short time before.

Amy stood there in all her naked glory, happy as can be.

Alan's heart leapt to his throat as he waited impatiently to see what the reaction would be. Would they allow her to stay like that?

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

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

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

Alan felt really bummed when the shorts eventually covered Amy's bush and the surprise striptease finally ended. Wow, I've never seen a completely naked woman in my life, and then I see two all of a sudden! And Mom and Amy, of all people.

Amy exuberantly hopped over the couch and sat next to her mother. She then said to Susan, "You're right, Susan, it is a fun to dress like this! Thanks everyone for letting me play, too. Doing it in front of Alan makes it even more fun, I think. Thanks a lot, Alan!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're concerned about what happened with Amy."

"Not only that. At least she's not related to him, and you're not either. But what about my daughter and I? How can I forgive myself before God for all of these sinful acts? At some point I have to put my foot down and say 'no.' No more craziness."

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

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

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

Susan looked at her skeptically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Katherine's eyes grew wide, and her hands stopped tugging on the blankets. "Oh my! What do we have here?" She giggled profusely as she stared at the tented blankets.

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

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

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

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

By the time Alan went to sleep that night, he realized that he'd cum eight times over the course of the entire day. He was so excited by Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that he wanted to do nothing but masturbate all day.

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

CHAPTER 6 (Monday, Oct. 7 - Tuesday, Oct. 8)

To Alan's disappointment, the next day was surprisingly boring. For one thing, the weekend was over and he had to go back to school. He used to always enjoy school and actually looked forward to going, but lately it had become a drag. It seemed like wasted time taking away from his increasingly exciting time at home. But he slogged through it.

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

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

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

But Amy didn't even know about Alan's diagnosis, and in any case Suzanne tried to protect her daughter from all things sexual.

So Alan was reduced to taking care of all six times by himself. Each time, he spent it fantasizing about Suzanne. Only days earlier he'd never consciously thought of Suzanne in a sexual way, though he certainly liked looking at her. But now he was masturbating to the overt idea of fucking her silly, and having great orgasms in response.

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

So those ideas about Suzanne were pretty exciting and not very troubling for him at this point. He was a bit slow on the uptake on sexual matters and still couldn't really imagine that Suzanne might want to fuck him as well, and that his fantasies could become real.

All in all, he was still a happy camper with such exciting and intense sexual fantasies. But he was sure that Tuesday would be much better. The reason wasn't simply because he figured that Suzanne would successfully find a way (one way or another) to come into his room again and personally relieve his stimulation problem. What was even more exciting, if that was possible, was the fact that he and Susan had another appointment with nurse Akami after school.

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

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

Tuesday finally rolled around and Alan sat in his fourth period class, World History. Soon it would be lunch. The teacher, Ms. Gloria Rhymer, was not just the object of his longest crush, but an excellent teacher too. She was talking about something the class found interesting, but he didn't hear a word. He was thinking about all of his recent luck.

He looked around the classroom and furtively noted the large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around him. Seniors in high school were in the prime of life, and Southern California was world famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really attractive people remotely comparable to the females back home was small.

Of course, there was his now former love interest Christine sitting a few rows back and a couple of other pretty girls as well. He hadn't been thinking about Christine really at all lately, he realized. That was no surprise given the other women now occupying all of his fantasies instead. However, when he did think of her his heart was filled with pain. He wondered how he'd ever overcome his shame and be able to talk to her again.

But while Christine was stunningly beautiful and curvy, Ms. Rhymer was a knockout in a more subtle way.

Alan had been pining after her for a long time. He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teaching class naked, and was doing it once again. The school year had just started at the beginning of September only not that many weeks ago, but he also had Ms. Rhymer last year in US History, and then Social Science the year before that. So he knew her very well. In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet," as he was for a couple other teachers. As one of the smartest and most emotionally mature students in the school, his being a teacher's pet wasn't too surprising. But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for someone he had an intense crush on.

Ms. Rhymer was in her late twenties, Alan correctly guessed (in fact, she was twenty-seven).

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

But when Ms. Rhymer stood in a bathing suit, she was definitely impressive. A number of times, beginning two years before, Alan had seen "Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when his masturbatory fantasies of her began.

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

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

Back in class, it was much harder to see her beauty. She wore conservative clothes that covered up all but her hands and face. Her hair was tied up in a bun as well, as if it was being restrained. It wasn't that she was prudish, but she just didn't want her body to become a distraction or an issue in the classroom, so she went to great lengths to cover it up.

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

When class finally ended, Ms. Rhymer discretely motioned with her hand that Alan should speak to her once the class emptied out.

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

Since lunch followed the class, Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun gabbing, and then make his way to lunch. Almost always, the subject would be her class or the students within it. He would give feedback about things like if people were getting bored or what material in particular went over well, so she could improve her teaching. She would also expand on historical facts mentioned in class that he'd found interesting.

The two also couldn't resist engaging in gossip about the other students though. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either - he was surprised how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers.

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

Oh maaaaan! What am I going to tell her? She's too perceptive and she knows me too well to believe some bullshit story. He shifted around nervously as he stood in front of her. She sat directly on the desk as they usually did when they talked after class, so their heads could be the usual distance away of two people talking.

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

"Oh really?" said a suddenly very interested Ms. Rhymer. "Someone in class? Christine, perhaps?" Like many people, Ms. Rhymer knew all about Alan's crush on Christine. she was not only an insatiable gossip hound but was also very observant and a good guesser.

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

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

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

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

Bull honky, thought Alan.

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

"I really, really can't say." She stared at him witheringly. "All right, I can say this much, if you promise not to tell a soul."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, thanks for telling me that. I really appreciate you confiding in me. I'm glad we're friends enough to have this conversation, and I promise I won't tell anyone. You know I'm a gossip, but I also know when to keep my mouth shut, so don't worry about that at all. I just hope that whatever your medical problem is, and whatever your girl troubles are, it won't affect your behavior in this class next week. We have some important tests coming up. If you want to talk about it some more to someone confidential, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Thanks a lot. I'll do that. Gotta run!" He was out of the door in a flash.

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

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

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

If I were a senior student too, she mused, I would be all over the idea of Alan, but I'm not, and I would never dream of actually having an affair with a student! No way, Jose! Unfortunately, my boyfriend has been a real jerk lately, and I've been doing all this fantasizing. The idea that the goody-goody and oh so polite Alan could actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight! After all, fantasies are harmless, right?

CHAPTER 7 (Tuesday, Oct. 8)

School had ended, and Alan and Susan finally found themselves sitting in the doctor's waiting room, waiting for nurse Akami.

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

Akami appeared at the door to the waiting room.

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

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

The two of them went back to the same room, and soon were chatting with Akami about this and that, especially about the fact that Akami would be taking charge of Alan's case for all intents and purposes.

That was fine with Alan and Susan - they felt she seemed like a perfectly qualified medical professional, no matter what her title was.

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

Alan didn't mind undressing in front of Akami, but he felt very self-conscious having to do it in front of his mother too. He made sure to take his clothes off with his back turned to her.

Susan watched his tight butt wiggling around with great interest.

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

But he lost the erection a few minutes later when Akami poked him with a needle so she could take a blood sample. She also took a number of other cursory measurements. In actual fact, the only thing she really needed for medical purposes and for the appointment at all was the blood sample. Everything else was just to prolong the appointment and make it appear more important.

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

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

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

Akami put on a pair of gloves as a grudging attempt to maintain some plausibility that this was a medical procedure.

But what surprised everyone was that no sooner had Akami placed one hand on his stiffness to rub with and one hand to "check for abnormalities," Alan started cumming.

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

"SORRY! So sorry! I'm so very sorry!" Alan apologized far too loudly. He was totally mortified and ashamed. The fact was, he was very sexually inexperienced and didn't have a lot of control over his orgasms. The anticipation of having another abnormality check was too much for him to take.

"That was so unexpected! Please forgive me!" he nearly screamed.

Susan also looked like she was dying of shame that her son did such a vile thing.

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

Akami used a sink on a counter behind her to wash the cum off of her face. With her back turned, she swallowed the cum that had fallen onto her lips and tongue. Mmmm! That's really tasty! Then she turned towards them standing in just her underwear.

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

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

Akami lied, "Don't worry, I'll have the doctor bring in another uniform for me before we're done." In actual fact she didn't want the doctor to come in and spoil the mood. Her cum-soaked uniform was now sitting in a heap on a counter behind them.

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

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

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

Akami held Alan's penis again. She knew that after such a powerful orgasm, it would take a bit for him to get back to full size, despite her more revealing appearance.

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

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

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

Alan remained semi-flaccid mostly because he was thinking about the fact he was being jacked off in public, especially in front of his mother.

After a couple more minutes of fruitless stroking, Akami said, "Since we're short on time, I think I need to take additional measures." She got up again and put some lotion onto one of her fingers. Then, after sitting in front of Alan again, she took her lubricated hand and brought it around his backside.

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

"What?!" said Alan in horror. "Why?"

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

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

The nurse pulled Alan's gown up so that his butt was totally exposed to the plastic seating underneath it. She slowly inserted her finger up Alan's anus.

"How does that feel, Alan?"

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

"Just hang on. It gets better." She slid her finger in a bit further, and slowly began moving it back and forth and in and out.

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

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

"So Susan," Akami said, "as you can see, the finger in the anus has made the critical difference, and Alan is reviving." She continued to work her finger in his anus and her other hand on his erection.

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

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

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

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

He confessed, "The first five days or so I was right on track. But then the next six days after that, I almost didn't reach orgasm a single time. But then again, in the last week or so, I've been doing better than average, to make up for that. Yesterday was only six. But the day before that, I actually reached orgasm eight times."

Susan already knew that fact, as she'd been keeping a close eye on the chart of daily progress Alan kept on the inside of his door. But she found herself gasping with surprise anyway. In her more aroused state she instantly pictured Alan jacking off over and over, and found her heart beating even faster than before. Her panties were starting to get moist too. She hated that she couldn't control that.

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

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

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

Akami had been stroking Alan's erection all this while, and it was hard as a marble statue. She periodically slowed down or stopped to make sure he didn't ejaculate too soon.

"That was my third," he replied.

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

Then she spoke to Susan, but she made sure to stare at the penis less than a foot in front of her face instead of at Susan so she would feel even freer to stare at her son's privates. "Susan, Alan seems to be a good patient who is taking his responsibilities seriously. How do you see the situation? Are you comfortable with things, and the nature of Alan's admittedly very unusual treatment?"

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

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

Susan decided that to reveal her true feelings wouldn't be very prudent. She wished to say, "I've shocked myself that I'm walking around without a bra or panties every day now, and I don't care. I feel really good when I see Alan looking at my body. Sometimes I feel like a hussy and just want to throw off all my clothes altogether."

Instead, she said, "There are many troubling aspects. For one thing, we're all having the difficulty of telling some people, or not telling others. We don't want this to be widely known, but we also have trouble keeping this secret from close friends."

"I see," said Akami as she stared at her hand sliding up and down Alan's pre-cum soaked shaft. Her expert hands were already bringing Alan close to orgasm again. She now had him where she could gauge if he was getting too close, and back off as necessary, keeping him in a state of near constant bliss. "That's only natural. Might I inquire whom you've told?"

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

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

"I completely agree!" Now Susan was finally having a conversation she was feeling more comfortable with, at least as comfortable as she could be, considering that she was sitting right next to the nearly naked Akami and staring at Alan's erection being jacked off all the while.

But for some reason it felt far less strange to her than she could ever had imagined when this started two weeks ago. She felt too good at the moment to think about all the reasons why this might be morally wrong.

Her attitude towards masturbation had completely changed in recent days, at least regarding Alan's masturbation. Now every time Alan reached orgasm, it felt like a small victory to her, like the baseball team one is rooting for scoring another run. And she judged each day as a success or failure partially based on if he reached orgasm six times or not. She (and Suzanne and Katherine) now frequently found excuses to go into Alan's room so they could keep an eye on Alan's chart concerning the number of times per day he had climaxed.

Still, actually watching him getting stroked was unnerving, not to mention seeing Akami's continued fingerfucking of his anus.

The nurse asked her, "So, since there's no professional, and Alan failed to successfully ask anyone out, does that mean that all of his gratification is self-gratification?"

"I'm afraid so," Susan responded sadly.

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

"No, luckily not, nurse," Alan replied. He still had his eyes closed, both out of sheer embarrassment and because Akami asked him to.

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

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

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

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

"That's the spirit!" Akami enthused. She got up and washed her hands. She took the opportunity to take her gloves off.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

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

Susan scooted her chair forward and leaned in, which put her in much closer proximity to her son's penis. Now she could easily smell his cum.

Akami whispered, "Oh yes, it's very big indeed. You obviously have an extremely virile and well endowed son. His erection is bigger than 99 percent of them." She just made that up and actually doubted it was true (though it would be in the top few percent at least), but she figured such words would help excite Susan, and she was getting a big kick out of exciting her. "Just look at it: I can barely get my hand around it. This is a special boy with a special endowment. I'll bet his sperm are as potent as hundred proof rum."

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

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

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

"His penis."

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

Suzanne had her scheme with Alan, but Akami was developing a scheme of her own. Even before Susan and Alan came in, Akami had thought, Susan's obviously very conservatively raised. She implicitly trusts me. I doubt she'll stop a medical professional such as myself, no matter what I do, as long as I have some kind of excuse. So if I push things, one of two things'll happen. One, she'll get increasingly horny as I grow increasingly bold with Alan. And that's fun, to watch such a prim and proper woman nearly bursting with lust.

Or two, Susan will freak out to the point that she won't want to come back. That's even better cos it would mean I can have these appointments just with Alan. Then I can REALLY have my way with him. I'll be able to tease him, jerk him off, and hopefully soon fuck him once a week, and, as a delicious irony, even get paid to do so! But eit