CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Oct. 13)

Susan was feeling naughty. She woke up with her son and his erection on her mind. A part of her wanted to just lay in bed all day fantasizing, but her strong work ethic wouldn't allow her to do that. She thought, It's strange. These last couple of days, whenever I think about sliding my hands all over Alan's big erection I get filled with the urge to do nice things for him. Huh. Well, I don't know why, but I think I'll feel a lot better if I cook waffles with strawberries. And cinnamon toast. too. He loves that.

So she got up and hurried downstairs earlier than usual because the things she planned to cook took longer than usual. It was eight o'clock and she figured she needed to have the food ready by nine, so they all would be able to get to church by the start of service at ten.

As she stood there cooking she thought, I can hardly wait until Tiger comes downstairs. I have a full day of visual stimulation and sexing things up to look forward to, hee hee! I'm sure he's going to love this shirt I'm wearing since it's about ten sizes too large, heh-heh. I can't even keep it on my shoulders when I actually want to.

The only thing is, it's not fair that Suzanne has all that extra experience. She's such a seductress. And if that isn't bad enough, she's practicing being nude so she can bare her body with ease whenever Tiger needs to get hard. Which I suspect is nearly all the time, heh-heh. Well, two can play that game. Maybe I need a little nudity practice myself.

Because she was cooking she didn't want to expose herself up front, so she took her skirt off. That left her ass bare. It's still early so I should be able to stay like this a little while. But what if Alan DID see me, wouldn't that be a hoot? "Good morning, Tiger! Mommy's going to give you your favorite breakfast and your favorite ass. Come over here and feel it, you know you want to. Put your hand on my ass cheeks, just like that. ... Oh! Tiger! I didn't say you could take off my top and my apron too! You naughty boy! ... But since you insist, yes, you can play with Mommy's boobies too. Oh Tiger! What are you DOING?! What is that hot long thing sliding up and down my ass crack? You're so aggressive today! Now what are you doing?! Don't put that big thing in my mouth, it'll never fit! Oh TIGER!"

Tee hee hee. I'm so naughty.

She practically danced around the kitchen, she was so fired up by her semi-nudity. But time flies when you're having fun and Susan got so caught up in what she was doing, not to mention all her happy daydreams, that she lost track of time.

So Alan was quite surprised when he came downstairs and walked into the kitchen to say good morning. "Mom! Whoa! You're uh, you're not wearing any... Well, your ass. I can see it!"

Susan had been standing in front of the stove, working on the waffles. She froze. Then, without turning, she brought both hands to her ass cheeks, trying to cover them up. But her ass cheeks were a lot bigger than her hands, so Alan still had a great view, especially of her ass crack and a hint of her pussy between her legs. In fact, in a way she actually showed off more, because putting her hands there caused her shirt to raise up some, showing off all of her ass instead of just the lower half.

Blushing, she said, "Alan?! Tiger! What are you doing up already?"

"What do you mean, Mom? This is the usual time I come down on a Sunday."

"Is it that late already? Oh dear. I'm afraid I lost track. You're not supposed to see me like this! This is so embarrassing!"

Had it been anyone else protesting, even Amy, Katherine, or Suzanne, Alan would have done the gentlemanly thing and averted his eyes and probably left the room. But this was his knockout mother and his curiosity got the best of him. He lied, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not looking."

"Thank heavens for that." She withdrew her hands from her backside and went back to cooking bare assed. She thought about changing, but decided the waffles needed immediate tending first. She told herself she'd go and change in a minute or two, when this batch was done.

Alan was actually disappointed she withdrew her hands, because the way she was clutching herself was extra sexy. It even seemed like she was repeatedly squeezing her ass cheeks a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was his imagination or not. For a few glorious moments as she pulled her hands down to her thighs and then took them away, he was able to see nearly the entireity of her ass before the cloth fell down onto it again.

It looked amazingly soft and tempting to touch. He now understood why people compared asses to peaches so often. It wasn't just that they had similar shapes, but this ass was also lightly fuzzy, making him practically drool with desire just to stroke it.

He had to get a closer view. He walked across the kitchen until he was just a few feet away. Shit! You can see everything! I can even see the pussy hairs from her front side.

He asked, "Mom, can I ask why you were cooking nude, even if Sis and I weren't here?" He didn't want to discourage her, but curiosity won out.

"That IS a good question," Susan said, stalling for time while she tried to figure out what to say. Oh dear! My Tiger is really staring at my ass. It's not just another fantasy of mine this time. How do I explain things? "Son, I was just so practicing being naked to help you cum hard and often, and I got so distracted wondering what it would be like to hold and suck your big member that things kind of got out of hand and I forgot to put my skirt on"? No that's not gonna fly.

Just listen to myself talk though. I'm so wicked! I've completely lost my way and fallen from the path of righteousness. Thank goodness I'm not a Catholic because I sure wouldn't look forward to my next confession with a priest!

But THINK, Susan, think!

Finally, she said, "Well, I, uh, I was doing a load of laundry, and uh, I, er, I realized that my, uh, skirt... My skirt, it was, um, needing to be washed, so I put it in there and, in the washer I mean, and, uh... I was thinking that since I was down here early cooking your favorite breakfast, um, it wouldn't matter. You know, how I was dressed. But I lost track of the time and, well, you can see what happened."

Unfortunately for Susan, she was as honest as they come and when she lied it came out sounding like the feeble lie that it was.

"And why aren't you wearing panties, either?" he asked.

Susan was so ashamed by that question that she wanted to weep. But she held herself together and replied more honestly, "You should know the answer to that. Suzanne, that big meanie, she won't let me! Don't you remember the discussion with Amy, how the four of us Plummer and Pestridge ladies have agreed not to wear any undies to help sex things up? But I didn't expect not to wear undies AND a skirt! It's so... shameful!"

Alan, not surprisingly, didn't buy her washer explanation, so he went back to that. As he continued to stare at her firm and sexy butt, he pointed out, "But if you put the skirt in the washer, then how is it I don't hear the washer going." He took a couple steps closer and even bent down a little to get a better look at her flawless bubble butt.

"Oh. Well, uh, the washer is done. And there's a problem with the dryer, you see, so I'm air drying them." She thought, Thank goodness I don't have to look him in the eyes as I tell these blatant falsehoods or I'd never manage to say the words. Now I can add lying to loved ones to my rapidly growing list of sins. Oh dear. When will the madness stop? And to make matters worse, my pussy is getting all wet. What it he sees me dripping?! What will he think of his wicked mother?

Alan noticed some holes in her explanation, even if one disregarded her shaky and unconvincing voice. For one thing, if the clothes were being air dried than that would mean her skirt wouldn't be ready for hours. There wouldn't have even been time to wash and dry them in the machines before he and Katherine came down. But he decided that any further probing would only further embarrass her.

So instead he asked, "Oh. Well, what are you cooking then? Did you say you're making my favorite?"

Susan had been on the edge of panic, but with the change of topic it was like a big weight had been lifted from her. She walked a few feet to the sink to wash some fruit, giving Alan a new angle on her butt, not to mention the delicious sight of her ass cheeks moving as she walked.

On one level of consciousness she answered Alan's question with an explanation about all the things she was cooking. but on another level she was thinking, Oh dear! I dodged a bullet there with my lame lie, but I'm still cooking with a naked ass and Tiger's still right there! In fact, his voice has only grown louder, which means he's been getting closer to me. I can't bear to look, but he must practically be standing right behind me right now! What'll I do? What if he reaches out and starts fondling my posterior? I don't know if I'd be able to resist. I don't know if I WANT to resist! But I must! It doesn't matter what a cutie pie he is, or how well-hung he is, he's still my son!

Finally, she was forced into action by the sound of Katherine tromping down the stairs. The kitchen was only separated from the dining room by a counter and there was a wide opening from there into the well-traveled living room. But there was also another way out of the kitchen, a hallway leading from it to other rooms in the house on the other side of the central stairwell.

Susan needed to act quickly. Without even so much as an explanation to Alan, she fled down that hallway before Katherine could come into view. She hid in a lower bathroom until she heard the sound of Alan and Katherine talking, then she ran bare assed coming up the stairs from a different direction and made it all the way back to her bedroom without being seen. She quickly changed and rushed back down to tend her still cooking waffles.

A part of her was terrified and appalled at what she'd done, but at the same time she'd never felt so alive in years. Even the running around bare assed had been a terrific thrill.

However, after she'd calmed down and her children went upstairs to finish getting ready for church, her guilty feelings took over. She sat at the dining room table, staring out the window, mulling over recent events. What's come over me? I'm turning into the kind of wild and immoral hussy that my mother always warned me about. It was bad enough I took my skirt off and then spaced out until Tiger saw me. But what's even worse is that I didn't mind that much that he was looking at my bare posterior. In fact, I kind of liked it. I got a kind of perverse thrill - and that's certainly the right word, perverse - from knowing that he was staring at my butt. And I don't care if he said his eyes were closed, I KNOW he was looking. I could even hear his breathing growing heavy! God, it was so HOT! I don't know WHAT would have happened if Angel hadn't come down just then. Thank goodness she did.

This last thought wasn't made with any conviction. She continued in this vein, trying to deny her true feelings, It's all well and good that Katherine and I help provide the visual stimulation. After all, I promised Suzanne I would and there's no sin just dressing with a little sex appeal. But I have to draw the line at no baring of my private parts. Certainly Suzanne would understand my reasons for that. And holding Alan's big fat dick in my hands and stroking and stroking it until his hot cum splashes all over my face and drenches my big tits is right out! I mean, I'm trying to be a helpful mother and all, but I have my limits!

CHAPTER 2

Alan often was able to beg off from going to church since he didn't like going, but there was no chance of that today. Susan felt so guilty from her ass exposure that went a little overboard with religious fervor. Alan could tell it would be counterproductive to even ask to stay home.

A somber and puritan mood remained when they got back from church, but it didn't stay that way for long.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house shortly after lunch. She wore a top that left her midriff exposed. She was eager for more fun with Alan. However, he was taking a nap already and Katherine had gone out.

Susan was in a bad mood and complained, "Suzanne, you call that a shirt? That's more of a bikini top than a shirt, in my book. You can go traipsing around like so kind of shameless hussy in your own house, but please don't do it in mine!"

Suzanne put two and two together. She didn't know what had happened before church, but she figured at the very least church could bring on a new burst of moral righteousness. So she said, "Susan, please don't be that way with me. I'm your best friend, okay? Now tell me, what's got you all worked up?"

It took a while, but eventually Susan spilled all the details of how she'd been caught cooking bare assed. In telling the story, Susan found herself getting sexually worked up again as she recalled how she trembled with excitement, half-expecting Alan to reach forward and fondle her ass cheeks at any moment.

Suzanne didn't have to do much to put Susan back in a sexy mood, thanks to the story telling, but just to make sure Susan didn't slide back, she said, "Susan, I agree with what you said, that walking around with a bare butt is going too far. What we need to do is find just the right kind of outfits that will excite Alan and help his condition but at the same time preserve your modesty."

So Suzanne brought another big pile of her clothes over and the two of them went to Susan's bedroom and played dress up for a couple of hours. Susan grew increasingly giddy as time went on. Suzanne constantly goaded her on with comments like, "Alan will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip for that one."

After a while, when she knew Susan was really worked up, she said more provocative things like, "Oh, Alan will definitely blow his load when he takes one look at you in that," or, "Watch out, if you wear that in front of Alan that big erection of his will split his shorts right in two."

When they were all done, Susan came out of her bedroom dressed in one of the sexiest combinations they'd tried on. She wore a top Suzanne had specially prepared for her. It was a skin-tight, thin, and white tank top. She also wore short jeans shorts that were most noticeable in how they hung low down her hips. The button to unfasten them was only an inch or two above the top of her pussy.

Susan immediately set off to find her son and see if he and his penis liked her outfit as much as she hoped he would (though she didn't consciously think of it that way).

After Alan woke up, he'd decided to take a book and go sit by the pool. He was in the middle of rereading The Lord of the Rings, so he took that. He was ready for some more tempting and teasing, and though he was all alone, he figured that the pool area was a good place to see some more skin. He didn't realize just how right and lucky he was.

Susan came down to where Alan was sitting, with Suzanne in tow behind her. "Tiger? Sorry to bother you, but Suzanne absolutely insisted I have to show this outfit to you. I don't know WHAT she's thinking, but I find it's just easier to play along with her." She was trying to act casual like she didn't care what Alan thought, but her face was deeply blushing and her legs and arms were twitchy and fidgety.

Alan gaped for some long moments while Susan's nervousness grew. She half-expected him to say something like, "Mom! Put some clothes on already, you're embarrassing me!"

But instead, he said, "Mom! Wow! Whoa! I'm speechless."

Suzanne, still standing behind Susan, felt his words weren't clear enough to put Susan at ease. So she flapped her arms in the air as if trying to scare away a flock of birds, hoping Alan would get the non-verbal message that more compliments were needed.

Alan understood and added, "Mom, you look so great! You know what you are? You're a babe! A total babe! Nobody would believe you're a suburban housewife and not some kind of hard bodied fashion model. Seriously! You should be a lifeguard on 'Baywatch.' Pamela Anderson would be jealous about you."

Susan tingled with pleasure from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was practically dizzy from all his compliments. "You're just saying that," she protested, hoping he'd say more.

"It's true! Not only that, but you don't know how much this means to me, all the effort you're putting in to help me with the visual stimulation. I know it can't come easy for you to walk around without a bra, your big breasts jiggling and bouncing, your hard nipples clearly visible as they poke through your practically see-through top. I love you even more than before for your big efforts to get me soooo ... daaaang ... hard! Thanks!"

By the time Alan was half way through saying that, Suzanne was waving her arms again and shaking her head no, trying to tell him that he'd gotten too graphic. But he was so transfixed on Susan's lightly bouncing chest that he was oblivious to Suzanne's signals.

Susan looked down at her chest. "Oh dear!" In the dim light of her bedroom she hadn't realized how transparent her top could look when out in the bright sun. It was practically like someone poured water on it and she realized to her horror that her nipples were faintly visible. She covered her chest with both arms. "Tiger! You're not supposed to see that!"

But Alan was on a lust-driven roll. "Why not? Mom, you're a babe and you've got a rack that proves it! God, it would be so sweet to take those puppies in my arms and suckle on those firm, uh, tasty, uh, er, nipples..."

Alan's words petered out because he finally noticed Suzanne's increasingly desperate arm waving. She made an arresting and jiggly sight of her own as she repeatedly raised her arms over her head, especially since she was dressed in a red bikini, so Alan gaped at her for a bit before finding something intelligent to say. Finally, he concluded, "The point is, Mom, you should be very proud of your body. I'm so proud of you and so touched that you dressed up for me."

Susan had a deer-in-headlights look. She wanted to chastize him for saying inappropriate things, but all she could think about was what it would feel like to have her son firmly grasping her breasts with both hands and pulling on her nipples with his fingers and teeth. She scuttled back into the house in a daze, without even saying a word.

Once she was safely back in the house, she beamed with pure joy. She kept thinking, "He thinks I'm a babe! 'A total babe!'" She realized her pussy was dripping and rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Suzanne lingered behind just long enough to say to Alan, "Thumbs up there, Sweetie. I was afraid you laid it on too thick, but I think it worked out in the end." She licked her lips. "And speaking of being touched, some lucky boy right here is going to get touched by his Aunt Suzy very soon."

Alan protested, "I wasn't laying it on thick; I really meant every word."

"I know. You're honest at heart. That's one reason we love you so much. But still, compliments don't hurt. You keep saying nice things to her and mark my words: you'll find your meaty sausage sliding inside her ruby red lips before too long. Tootles!"

She turned to go, but then stopped and looked back at his crotch. "Oh. And speaking of thick, looks like you got a problem there in your lap. But promise not to take care of it just yet, okay Sweetie? I have some more Mommy fun coming your way."

She gave him a dainty wave and walked away, leaving him completely floored.

Then the two women stayed inside for a while. Suzanne didn't like to sit in the sun in the middle of the day, owing to her extremely fair skin. But, inspired by Susan's attitude and Alan's relatively suave compliments, she encouraged Susan to go back out in a bikini to serve Alan some milk and homemade cookies.

Susan never would have imagined wearing a bikini. Only one week before, if she'd been asked about bikinis, she would have said they should be outlawed altogether, but now she could hardly wait to wear one in close proximity to her son.

She went back out to deliver the snack and found herself so flattered by even more compliments from her son that he talked her into staying for a while. She ended up sitting on the lawn chair next to his.

CHAPTER 3

Katherine also came home around the same time, noticed the poolside gathering, and put on a bikini to join in too.

Amy was sitting reading in her room and heard the sounds of laughing by the Plummer pool, which she could easily see from her window. She quickly came down and joined in as well.

Within minutes, Alan had gone from being alone to being surrounded by three voluptuous and scantily-clad women. He figured it was his lucky day but what he didn't fully realize was that the other women were put off by the presence of Amy. While she was practically family (she even called Susan "Aunt Susan" sometimes), the others didn't know how she fit in when it came to sexual situations.

However, Alan's hopes for something erotic happening weren't completely dashed.

Amy lay down on her stomach on a towel, with her bikini top undone and laying underneath her. After a few minutes, she sat up and began chatting with Alan. She left her bikini top on the ground, leaving her topless.

"Hey!" cried Susan. "Amy, you've forgotten your bikini top. And in front of Alan, no less! Please cover up immediately!"

Amy stood up and reluctantly put her hands over her breasts. But she said, "No, Susan, I haven't forgotten it. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but I thought it was okay if we expose ourselves in front of Alan. I thought we were supposed to dress sexily and not wear underwear and stuff. Isn't that what you said last night? Isn't that a good thing?"

Susan was flummoxed. "Well, yes, but to a certain degree. No one asked you to run around topless!"

"No one has to ask me. I think it's fun! Am I not allowed to go topless if I want to? Isn't it a pretty common thing to do around pools?"

Susan was even more flustered trying to respond to that. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is. And since I'm not your mother, I guess I can't tell you not to. But I do disapprove. It's so improper."

Amy, completely ignoring the disapproval, said, "Yeay! Thanks a lot, Susan! You're such a cool mom. It's so much more fun over here than at MY house." She stuck her tongue out at Suzanne in playful defiance. "I'm going to jump in the pool." She took her hands off of her chest and dived into the water.

Susan said to Katherine in a disapproving voice, "That Amy. She seems so free about taking her clothes off. Thank goodness Angel that you'd never ask me if you could go topless."

Katherine opened her mouth and then closed it in frustration. Inspired by Amy, she in fact was just about to ask that very thing, but felt like she couldn't now.

Susan was still mostly clueless on how Katherine had changed her ways. She would have flipped her lid if she had known about Katherine's pool escapade from the day before. Susan's sexual attitude was very much in confusion at the moment, which meant that she was confused and inconsistent in dealing with Katherine too.

Katherine was still deciding what to do when Alan said, "Thanks, Mom, for being so cool about Amy and all. I think I'm going to jump in the pool too." He dived in, angling to get closer to Amy's generous orbs.

Katherine didn't want to be left out, and dived in after both of them.

Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun. They began playing water games that none of them had played for years. For instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes closed and try to find another person.

Susan felt a childish desire to join in. Deep down she felt like she was still a kid at heart. But she decided it would be unseemly for a parent to play such a game and went back to reading a book.

Amy didn't engage in any hanky panky in their water games, but Katherine certainly did. With Susan not looking, she took every opportunity to touch Alan that she could get away with. This mostly happened when Amy had her eyes closed in their games. Katherine would peek out when her eyes were supposed to be closed, and zoom in on Alan's body, "accidentally" rubbing her body all over his. She grabbed his erection through his shorts several times.

At one point, she grabbed his erection through his suit and held onto it briefly as if she was trying to figure out what the big thing between his legs was. She gasped in horror, eyes wide open in shock and blushing profusely. Then she "realized" she was still holding it, and blushed even further as she finally let go of it like it was a hot potato.

This happened several times.

Alan enjoyed this game even if he couldn't really figure his sister out. He was remarkably slow on the sexual uptake from having no prior experience in anything. At first, he thought such grabs really were accidents, since they were playing very physical games with a lot of touching and grabbing, but it happened so often that he finally started to wise up. However, he also was too shy to see what would happen if he reciprocated, especially since he never knew if Susan and/or Amy might see what he was doing.

He really wanted to try something, but he kept chickening out. After a while, he thought, This sucks. I need someone like Suzanne to take the situation in hand, so to speak.

Katherine was irked that he didn't fondle her tits a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest a number of times. She thought, Sheesh! How much more obvious do I have to get? Whatever hesitancy and guilt she'd had in the wake of exposing herself to him at the pool the day before was long gone, swept away in all the excitement of flirting and touching.

Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun. Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion, and suggested, "Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?"

But Amy happily said, "No thanks! I put some on earlier and it's water proof. isn't that cool?"

Alan didn't find it so cool.

Katherine had used the same lotion, so even though she wanted Alan to put some on her, she figured she'd get called on it.

But she figured she could at least do her part in providing some more "visual stimulation." She decided to have her revenge at her mother's no topless rule by lying face down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done earlier. But she went one step further and undid her bikini bottom as well, since it was the kind that could be untied. She initially left it in place, but slowly let it slip open across her butt.

Alan certainly didn't fail to notice what she was showing, and especially stared intently at her ass. Her body shone alluringly from all the suntan lotion. His erection showed no sign of subsiding.

Amy noticed that Katherine's bikini bottom was coming off, but saw nothing wrong with it. In fact, after some minutes, she decided she would follow suit. She stood up and began taking her bikini bottom off as well.

That finally drew Susan's attention from the book she'd been reading. She looked over and saw Amy with her bikini bottoms below her knees, and exclaimed, "Amy! For the love of God! What are you doing?! Stop that right now!"

Amy had managed to completely remove the bikini bottom while Susan was complaining. She stood there dumbly holding it in her hand, while Alan drank up her nakedness eagerly. "M'kay," she finally said in a defeated voice. She bent over and she began to stick her foot back through it.

Alan was loving life because Amy's naked butt was wiggling just a few feet from where he was sitting as she had a lot of trouble putting it back on. Since he was wearing dark glasses, he could stare right the good view he had of her pussy between her legs, and no one was the wiser.

"Sorry Susan," said Amy as she still struggled to get dressed with her bikini bottoms down around her ankles. "I was just thinking that Katherine had a good idea, and I wanted an all over tan too."

Susan gasped. "Amy! Don't let Alan see your you-know-what!"

"No, what?"

"You know, the private place between your legs."

"My asshole?" Amy was staying frozen in place until Susan explained herself.

Susan grew painfully embarrassed and found her nipples were rock hard. "No, your other, uh, hole, er, down there."

"You mean my cunnie? My cunt?" Amy helpfully ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy lips.

"Amy! Such language!"

"Well, what's wrong with showing him that? After all, Katherine is too, pretty much."

Susan looked at Katherine and saw her daughter's bikini bottom covering little more than part of her ass crack. She cried in horror, "Katherine, what are you doing?!"

"What? What's wrong?" Katherine asked in mock cluelessness. "I just undid the bottoms 'cos I'm trying to get rid of my tan lines." She purposely sat up and turned around to look directly at her mother as she spoke. This left her bikini top on the ground, and the bikini bottom fell all the way off as well.

"Angel! You're completely naked!' Susan nearly yelled. "Put something on right away!" She reflexively put her hands over her own chest and looked over at Alan. She could read his excitement in and chided, "Tiger, don't look at your sister like that!"

Because Alan was wearing sunglasses, she couldn't actually tell where he was looking. But she could guess well enough from the big bulge in his swimsuit.

Susan found herself getting flushed and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few seconds too long. She was further embarrassed to belatedly realize that Alan knew she'd detected his arousal by checking out his package.

She tried to backtrack. "Not that I would, uh, know, er, where you're looking, Tiger. And of course I have no way of knowing that you're erect, um, uh, I mean, aroused. That is to say, excited. It wasn't like I was looking at... After all, I'm your mother!" Seeing she was just digging a deeper hole for herself, she turned to Katherine and barked, "Angel, what's gotten into you? Hurry up!"

Katherine was still sitting up, tying one side of her bikini bottoms back together. That left her topless and mostly bottomless too since the other side of the bikini bottoms hadn't be retied yet. She was deliberately taking her time.

Suddenly Amy walked into Susan's view as she came over to help Katherine. "Need any help with that?" she asked sweetly. The only problem was, she was buck naked, having temporarily given up on dressing herself back up.

Susan was really at a loss now. "Amy! No! Please! Go back to where you were and put your own bikini back on, thank you very much. Let Angel take care of herself and faster. For crying out loud, people need to put some clothes on!"

She thought, This is ridiculous. Amy and Katherine are incorrigible. Are they purposely wallowing in depravity, or just trying to test me, or what? I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle here. I might as well just take off my bikini as well. Hrmph! I'm so exposed as it is, what would be the difference?

Her pussy started to tingle as she warmed to the idea. What if I do just strip? After all, Suzanne says I need to give Alan more visual stimulation. And look: Amy and Angel are both fumbling around and taking forever getting their bikinis back on. I need to defend their virtue. If I were to unleash my big breasts, certainly my Tiger would look my way instead of back and forth at the other two like he was trying to watch a ping pong match. Obviously he's very hard. Very, very stiff. This is the time he needs to whip out his member and "jack off" as Suzanne calls it. Maybe he'd get so inspired seeing me naked that he'd whip it out and stroke it right here in front of me. Er, I mean us. God, that would be SO HOT! Uh, I mean, it would be very, uh, helpful with his, uh, medical treatment.

Not only that, but Suzanne made the excellent point that it's morally imperative that Tiger should never spill his seed on the ground. If I were to offer him my face and chest, I could save him from sin! In fact, that's another excellent reason for me to take my top off, so he doesn't stain my bikini with his nasty seed! Oh God! Such POTENT and FERTILE seed, coming from that BIG and THICK erection of his! Mommy's just gonna DROWN in a cum bath of love!

But Susan's fantasy of stripping was just, that a fantasy. She never seriously considered the idea. As she looked around and saw Amy and Katherine as they finally finished getting their bikinis back on, she slowly came down from her erotic high.

CHAPTER 4

Susan felt guilty for her hypocrisy in chastising the girls for getting naked when that's what she secretly wanted to do herself. So she said to Katherine, "Sorry. I guess I overreacted. I forgot they made suits like that. Let me guess - Suzanne just bought that for you."

Katherine grinned and nodded.

Susan sighed. "That woman. What is she doing to this house? It's okay if you untie your bottoms when you lie down as long as you keep all your vital areas covered. Okay? But be careful when you're sitting up like that, or you'll give Alan a free show."

"All right," Katherine said, immediately lying face down so she could untie her top and bottoms again. "But would that be so bad? I thought we were supposed to get sexier, as you put it. That's why I was wearing a bikini in the first place? Isn't that why you're wearing one too?"

Still more than a little excited, Susan said, "Okay, you got me. I suppose I am wearing a bikini in the hopes that Alan will look at my nearly naked body and feel inspired to shoot a big load. Um, wait! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant to say is-"

Katherine interrupted, "It's okay, Mom. I know what you mean. And Alan thanks you for being such a cool and helpful mom, don't you, Big Brother?"

"Me? Oh yeah, totally. Thanks. All of you."

Amy replied, "No prob. It's totally fun! I love to get naked. Aunt Susan, would you mind if I take my top off again? I promise I'll keep the bottoms on this time."

Susan sighed. "Very well. Since I'm not your mother I guess I can't stop you."

"Woo-hoo!" Amy whipped the top off immediately.

Susan continued, "But Katherine, you ARE my daughter. A little bit of visual stimulation is all well and good, but I worry about these bikinis. You know how I've complained about bikinis in the past. I don't know why I listened to Suzanne. She just bought this for me and practically forced me to wear it. Next time I'll wear the one she bought me last week."

Katherine giggled. "No Mom, I think the suit is great. This one is the kind most people wear. I think you look super sexy. I didn't know I had a total fox for a mom."

Susan lapped up the compliment. She egged her on with the comment, "No, you're just saying that."

"No, really. Don't you agree, Brother? What's especially sexy are your nipples. I've never seen nipples so pokey. They're just about to poke right through your top. You must be thinking about something really sexy!" She giggled some more.

Susan was aghast again and blushed profusely. She stammered, "No, I wasn't... It's just... Alan, don't... It's just that, uh, Alan, don't look at your mother's nipples like that!"

All this talk had of course turned Alan's attention to his mother's breasts, and especially her very visible nipples. He'd been spending much of his time at the pool staring at them and at the rest of her body from behind his dark glasses, but he was happy for the reminder to admire her very erect nipples..

She continued, flustered and wiggling around, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. I wasn't thinking about anything! The fact that Alan is here with his strong chest and big bulge has nothing to do with it! Sometimes nipples just get hard for no reason, just like the private parts of men do."

Susan realized she'd said "big bulge" and couldn't take the embarrassment any more. She finally put one arm over her tits and hid her burning red face in her other hand.

But that only aroused Alan even further, since her tits were so big that an arm couldn't hope to cover them, and the hand over her face meant he could stare even more blatantly without worrying if she could tell where he was looking. He was definitely on the verge of cumming now just from all the visual stimulation, and he frantically strained all his might to prevent himself from ejaculating in his swimsuit.

Amy suggested, "Susan, why don't you take your top off? I'd like to see those super pokey nipples. We could all get topless. Wouldn't that be fun? Nudity is totally neat-o! And it would be like, visual stimulation for Alan to get better. Right?"

Susan turned yet a darker shade of red. "Amy, we'd better not. I think Alan has seen plenty enough of all of us already. Too much, in fact! Don't you agree, Tiger?"

"No, Mom. I'd love to see you topless. I have to agree with Katherine. You ARE a total fox. A stone cold fox. You should be proud of your impressive chest and well built body. I don't know why you've been hiding it for so many years."

She thought to herself, I know it's weird, but can't I feel pride if my son gives me a compliment? I 'm a "total stone cold fox," whatever that means. Hee hee! Now, if only these damned nipples would go down already!

She made another furtive glance at the bulge in her son's shorts, and then forced herself to turn away. Goodness gracious how I'd love to go topless, but someone here needs to be the responsible one. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm completely forgetting the teachings of Jesus. Didn't He say something against nudity? He must have. Didn't He?

So she replied, "No offense, Amy, but proper ladies don't go topless. It is VERY improper. I say no, and that's that. I'm sure that Alan has had more than enough stimulation for at least a couple of nice, um... What I mean to say is, he should be able to reach his target today just fine, the way you two were gallivanting around without your bikinis. Things are getting a little out of hand here, and everyone should just relax." She picked up her book - a Harlequin romance novel - and tried to read it, but found it impossible to concentrate.

She replaced her usual glasses with prescription sunglasses, and stared at Alan's body from behind the dark lenses. Her nipples didn't go down and in fact she could feel them throbbing. She repeated his words: "Stone cold fox." "Impressive chest." "Well built body." Oh, my son, I know such superficial features don't really matter in the eyes of the Lord, but your compliments make me so happy!

CHAPTER 5

That evening, Amy came over to the Plummer house again. She walked into the house, and while Alan watched from across the living room, she took off all of her clothes until she stood totally naked, and then put her shirt and shorts back on.

Her tank top was white on one side and blue on the other. It was several sizes too large, so it hung upon her loosely. But at the same time the cut was so risqué it did little more than barely cover her tits. If she were to make any sudden movements, a whole boob could easily fall out of the top altogether. As if that wasn't enough, she kept her shorts provocatively unbuttoned, allowing Alan to see the top of her bush.

At Suzanne's insistence, Susan had recently moved a cabinet near the front door so that all the women could take their underwear off and on when coming or going, and leave them in the cabinet. Amy got her own drawer. (Unfortunately for Alan, Susan used the bathroom near the front door whenever dressing in or out of something decent to wear outside the house, and everyone but Amy followed suit.)

Alan was in ecstasy from all the eye candy, but Amy's clothes in particular drove him wild, perhaps because he'd never really seen her dress like that before. Although she was big on nudity, Suzanne had to approve all of her clothing purchases and Suzanne had much more conservative standards for her daughter than she did for herself.

Alan knew that she was extremely trusting and naïve and would especially believe anything a close friend like he would say. He tried to figure out how he could use that to his advantage so he could not just look, but touch her tempting body as well.

A short while later, Suzanne and Susan left the house for an errand. Katherine was in her room, so Alan ended up with Amy in the living room. He realized it was a great chance to make something happen with her. He still suffered from very low self-esteem when it came to sexual things, but his confidence was rapidly rising thanks to everything that had happened lately. It seemed like he could do no wrong.

Alan walked over to Amy as she was doing her homework and said, "I really like what you're wearing, Amy."

"Thanks!" she said, looking with a big smile. "This morning I cut this shirt up a bit just for you. It used to go all the way down."

"For me? Wow, that's so nice. You know what I like best about the shirt?"

"What's that?" Amy asked, extremely happy because Alan so rarely complimented her looks before.

"I like how it shows off your nipples so well. And they're not even hard."

"They're not? What's not?" Amy said, looking confused.

"Your nipples, silly. You know how they get hard and pointy sometimes? Like Susan today at the pool? You'd look twice as sexy now if they were hard. In fact, would you mind if I touched them to make them stick out a bit more?"

"Touch them?" Amy said, now a bit worried and confused. "I don't know... Looking is one thing. But my mom says I should never let a guy touch me, anywhere."

"Yeah, but she means other guys, not me. You know how she said the other day that you could even walk around naked in front of me and it wouldn't be a problem? And how she said I could be trusted to do anything?"

"Yeah," Amy said, nodding slowly as she thought back. "I guess she did say you could do anything to me or something like that. And I would like to see my nipples get super pokey like Susan's did. That would be fun!"

"Exactly. I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if I just pinched a nipple a little bit, like this." He reached out with a hand and began playing with one of Amy's nipples through her top.

"Ooh!" said Amy in a near moan. "That makes me feel kinda funny. You sure this is okay?"

"Heck, you're not even naked, and Suzanne said that was okay. But if you're worried she'd mind, why don't we just not tell her? Unless, you want me to stop." He now had hands on both of Amy's nipples, and was making her feel extremely "funny."

"Gosh no! Don't stop. That feels super good!"

"Amy, haven't you even pinched your nipples before?" Alan asked with genuine surprise.

"Yeah, but Mom says I'm not allowed to touch myself in any way that makes me feel too good. She can be a real meanie when she treats me like a little kid. So I'm not sure if she'd approve, 'cos this is making me feel real good. And it feels tons better than I remember, when you're doing it."

Alan was amazed Amy actually obeyed her mother Suzanne about such things. Everyone was told that they shouldn't masturbate, but everyone did it anyway. He said soothingly, "But you see, it's okay, because I'm the one touching them, not you. So it's a kind of a loophole." Both Amy's nipples were now rock hard as he kept working them with his fingers.

"Oh, I see. ... M'kay!" Amy said, now happy with Alan's explanations and unquestioningly trusting him once more.

"You see how much sexier you look with your nipples so hard now?" He finally took his hands off her tits so she could look down at her nipples.

"Yeah. Neat-o!" Amy replied enthusiastically. She took her top off completely to better view her hard nipples, and then wiggled her naked tits around playfully. "Look at 'em!" She bent over and whirled so the centrifugal force would throw her breasts up and out, while her firm round ass pointed the other way.

That further drove all thoughts of reason out of Alan's brain. He felt uncharacteristically wicked urges arise. It's like she just wants to get fucked, taking her clothes off at the drop of a hat. Hell, all of the women around here are acting like they're aching to get fucked, all of a sudden. Maybe it's time I start taking care of the fucking duties around here, starting right here with Amy!

He didn't notice Amy's brief grin and head shake as his eyes glazed over with intense lust.

Alan put a hand on a tit and another on her stomach. "Look how fit you are, Amy," he pointed out as he began to rub his hand over her stomach. "I love these kinds of clothes that show off your belly button and stomach, 'cos you've got such a nice body."

"Thanks! I'll wear more like this, if you like it."

"Oh, definitely. But only in this house, right?" One of Alan's hands was now circling around Amy's back, while the other was cupping the entire flesh of her tit. He periodically pinched and teased her nipple as well.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want any other guy to see me like this, just you..." Amy said, in an increasingly dreamy and absentminded voice.

Alan's hand moved back to her stomach, and then moved further down. He thought to himself, Dang, I don't care if she is innocent Amy, I'm so sexually worked up lately, I just have to fuck somebody! It's way better than having these thoughts about my sister or mother, at least. I'll bet Amy's willing, and damn the consequences!

His thoughts drifted lower, along with his hand. "I really like your shorts, too. How is it they became unbuttoned?" he asked as he reached a hand into the area exposed by the lack of buttoning, and began rubbing around there.

"I thought you'd find that sexy," she said. "I totally want to help out with all the visual stimulation and stuff."

"Thanks. I do! I do! I find it really sexy when you expose your tits, like you did this afternoon. Your ass is totally amazing too. And I find it even more-"

She interrupted. "Golly! What's that? That thingy in your pants?" She pointed a finger right at his crotch. His penis was not only straining against the fabric lewdly, but it was actually visibly throbbing through his shorts.

"Um, Amy, you should know what body part that is. It gets, uh, like that when..."

All of a sudden, Alan stopped what he was saying and froze. He heard the sound of Katherine opening the door of her room. Odds were good she'd come downstairs and see them. Dammit! So close! Frustrated again! He had just put his fingers into the top of Amy's bush. He'd never touched a vagina before, and now it looked like he'd have to wait some more.

"Why don't we finish this later?" Alan suggested as he took his hands off Amy and tried to find a casual sitting position that hid his erection. "I think my sister is coming downstairs, and she gets a little bit jealous when she sees me touch other girls, especially someone as beautiful as you."

"Beautiful? You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Alan! That's superfantabuwonderiffic!" Amy blushed a deep red, but smiled widely.

Alan thought, Arrgh! That episode only made me more sexually frustrated! I never get a chance to be alone with Amy, especially lately. When will I have a chance to pursue her a bit more? And when will I finally get to fuck somebody already?

Katherine walked in and stopped with great surprise, because Amy was still topless. Damn! The competition is getting tougher all the time. I can't afford to fall behind.

"Hi Amy. Boy, it sure is some heat wave, huh? What a good idea to go topless. Do you mind if I join you?" Katherine began taking off her shirt even before Amy indicated she didn't mind.

The three of them sat and chatted for a while. They mostly talked about nudity, and all three agreed it was a very good thing.

With much of the talk about going topless, Katherine had ample opportunity to cup her breasts and heave them up for Alan's inspection. She'd just managed to steer the conversation to the subject of whose breasts were bigger so Alan could test their sizes with his hands when they heard the garage door opening.

Suzanne and Susan had come back from a shopping trip. Both Amy and Katherine put their shirts back on before their parents could see them.

Alan realized it was actually lucky Katherine came in when she did, or he could have found himself in an extremely compromising situation in front of his mother. Alan, control your urges, he said to himself. You could have totally blown it. Patience! This all is gonna get really good if you're just a little more patient.

CHAPTER 6

Happily for Alan, Suzanne seemed to sense that Alan was just about to go insane from stimulation, and took him back to his room.

As soon as she closed the door to his room behind her, she started stripping. "Sweetie, whip out that sweet cock meat of yours. Your Aunt Suzy has gone all day without sucking your cock and that needs to change right now!"

Alan laughed. "Sweetness! Aunt Suzy, I love your brazen sexuality and explicit talk. I don't know where I stand with the others, but with you, you know what you want and you just get it. And the others, I don't think any of them have said the word cock, ever!"

She grinned as she stepped out of the last of her clothes. "Well, I don't know about them, but I'm going to take your cock, hold your cock, stroke your cock, and then stick your cock down my throat so I can suck your cock for hours! So don't cock things up or get cocky about it. Cock, cock, cock, cockedy cock! COCK!"

They both laughed.

Then Suzanne got serious and down to business. She said, "Remember when I said that you'd better get used to the sight of me naked and on my knees, sucking your cock?"

"Yeah? I mean, how could I ever forget that?!"

"Well, here we go." She crawled to him across the room on all fours. She shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled. As she went, she said, "How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck meat? Does that turn you on? I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.

As she licked and sucked, she thought, What's come over me? All this crawling, for one thing. I've NEVER done that kind of thing for any guy in my life! It's not dignified. The problem is, I'm with the man I love for really the first time in my life and I want to wow him so much. I want him to absolutely go ga-ga every time he sees me. But I'm going to have to settle down and keep my dignity. No more of this crawling around, even though it is kind of fun to just go wild.

Similarly to when she sucked him off before, Alan didn't have the self-control to hold out long in the face of such an all-out sexual attack. He tried his best because he really didn't want to let Suzanne down and be a "minute man," but he could no more stop the relentless rush toward orgasmic overload than he could stop a runaway truck barreling towards him with his hands.

Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. It seemed to be impossibly long, wrapping itself nearly all the way around his erection. He knew that was physically impossible, but it sure seemed that way. And her lips were just as ever present. She could move like lightning, doing the most unexpected things, and then at other times caress his shaft with her tongue and lips in a very romantic and affectionate way.

Sure enough, in only a minute or two, Alan made some loud guttural warning groans and began to shoot off.

Suzanne didn't back off, but just kept stroking, sucking, and licking, attempting to pleasure him till the last drop came out. She made sure not to have his dick too far in her throat though so it wouldn't go straight down her gullet without her being able to taste it.

When it was all over, Alan sat back and looked down at Suzanne. His chest rose and fell as he recovered his breathing.

Suzanne looked up. "What is it? Alan baby, you look sad. Don't tell me I did a bad job, 'cos I know I didn't. I'd think you'd be ecstatic."

"Well, I am. You made me feel sooo good that I can't even put it into words? But it was over so fast. I have no control at all. I feel like I'm just not living up to the kind of guy you deserve."

Suzanne guffawed."Oh, that's rich! Sweetie, I could get used to this. I've been with a lot of men, but already I can tell you're the best."

"Best? Best at what? Ejaculating as soon as you touch me? I don't know what to do. You're just too much woman. I can't hold out."

"That's so sweet. But think about it. You're just starting out. You don't even know what the PC muscle is yet."

Dang! Akami mentioned that too. The PC muscle. What did she say about it? I have to exercise it, I think. I'm really going to have to look that up on the Internet if I don't want to embarrass myself.

Suzanne kept talking, "And I'm not allowing you to touch me, so all you CAN do is sit there. And it was mostly my fault 'cos I got so excited that I didn't try to pace things out at all. Don't worry. Okay, technically, you may not be the best yet, but you will be. You've got all the tools." She reached out and held his flaccid penis as she said the word "tools."

"Like what?" Alan asked. "An above average penis size? A lot of guys have that."

"True, you have that, and a few other nice attributes like your surprisingly sweet cum, but you have so much more. It's the intangibles. Aspects of your personality that just make a woman enjoy having sex with you. I don't want to go into now though because we've got better things to do." She began to rub the flaccid penis in her hands.

Alan asked, "Speaking of attributes, can you stick your tongue out for me?"

"A-ha! You noticed. Sure." She stuck it out, revealing to Alan the longest tongue he'd ever seen.

"Wow. That's cool. Obviously, you're the only one who's even blown me, but I have a feeling you're extra good at it, thanks to your tongue."

She chuckled. "Oh, I'm good all right, but it's not just the tongue. It's like with you. It's the intangibles. For one thing, the passion, the engagement. When I jack you off or suck your cock,I just want to give you the highest high you've ever had in your entire life and I'll stop at nothing to make sure that you do." Suzanne certainly didn't lack in confidence, but she had good reason to boast.

Alan figured it would take ten minutes or more for his penis to revive, but between what her hands were doing to it, her intense look right into his eyes, her naked body, and her words, he found it already growing turgid. Oh man! Here we go again. So good!

He asked, "What about your husband?"

She grimaced. "What about him?"

"Don't you satisfy him? Doesn't he satisfy you? He's like some kind of big, powerful, rich guy. What are you doing with a nerdy loser kid?"

"Are you trying to get me to stop stroking you? Geez. First question: yes I did, with ease, way back in the days when we actually had sex. Second question: yeah, he was good enough, back in those days. But now he's TOO rich. TOO powerful. He didn't have time for me, so now I've given up on him."

Alan thought about that, and then asked, "But what about other guys? I mean, you're Suzanne, you're like some kind of walking, talking orgasm. You could have your pick of any guy. You could be with some buff lifeguard or bodybuilder or Donald Trump or something."

She laughed. "Ha! I've been with lifeguards and bodybuilders, and a lot more. I'm not proud to admit it, Sweetie, but I've had a lot of affairs since I gave up on my husband." She chuckled, "Donald Trump, so far, has escaped my sweep. But I've been with his type. Egotistical assholes, the whole lot of them. If a guy has something special, like a ten inch dick or a million dollar yacht, he comes to think he's God's gift to women. I piss on the whole lot of them. My affairs with those self-centered jerks are over."

She looked up into his eyes and said with great sincerity, even as she kept stroking, "You're different. That's what I'm talking about with the intangibles. Your mom and I, we raised you right. Susan can be over the top with her religious mumbo jumbo, but there's a lot to be said for raising a kid with those old time values. I feel confident that no matter how good things get for you, you're not going to become an asshole. That's because you have class. You've got a moral backbone. You've got modesty. I know you're only eighteen and you're still maturing, but you're already more mature than a lot of guys, my husband for instance, because you've got the fundamentals. Heck, you're probably more mature than I am in a lot of ways. I can be pretty selfish and hedonistic."

She looked down at his erection. It was back to full strength and she started to devote more attention to it. "No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Sweetie. You are the best. I'm gonna stick to you like glue, if you'll have me. My only slight frustration is that I'm going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine and who knows who else."

"What?! Susan? Katherine? No way!"

"Yeah way. I've said this to you before, Sweetie. Just give it a little bit of time, and mark my words. Your mother is so cock-hungry already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You notice that deer caught in the headlights look she has all the time now? That's 'cos she's always thinking about your dick. She's thinking about fondling it. She's even thinking about sucking on it."

Talking about sucking reminded Suzanne to lean forward and begin licking on the tip of Alan's penis head. But she was able to do that, and stoke with her hands, and keep talking too. "And I heard about the nipple incident at the pool today. What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened missile silos? It's you, mister."

Alan knew with his logical mind that what she was saying was true, but it was just so staggering, and the implications were even more staggering, that it didn't seem real to him.

She went on, "And I've seen how Katherine looks at you, too. She's a little hottie too, don't you think? Can't you just picture her nursing a big fat Alan boner between her lips?"

Alan groaned as he pictured it.

"I'll bet before long both of them will be calling dibs, vying to see who gets to stroke you and blow you next. Just give it time. I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you to be the one to suck your cock next."

"Oh MAN! Aunt Suzy, don't talk like that! I'm just some guy. That could never be. I don't deserve it."

She shot him a dirty look and gave his erection a slightly painful squeeze. "Don't say that again, you hear? You're not just some guy. True, you're not perfect. Nobody is. You've got issues, like a lack of confidence. But you're special." Out of nowhere, she started to tear up. "You're my special Sweetie and I love you. So much!"

By the time she got to saying "so much," tears were rolling down her cheeks because she was overcome with emotion as she tried to convey the depth of her love for him. However, Suzanne hated to cry; she thought it was a sign of weakness. So she pulled herself together and distracted herself by devoting all her attention to the blowjob.

She was passionate before, but now she sucked him with abandon. She tried to show him how much she loved him with her tongue, lips, and hands, since she couldn't put it into words.

Alan was overwhelmed, by what she said and her tearing up even more than her insanely pleasurable blowjob. It took him over a minute after she'd stopped talking for him to get himself together enough to say back, "Aunt Suzy, I love you too."

He could hear her emotionally choke up again, and he felt it too since his dick was halfway down her throat.

He added, "And I'm not just saying that 'cos you're so sexy and stacked and great at handjobs and cocksucking. I mean, you're my Aunt Suzy. What more can I say? You're right up there with my Mom for me and that's the highest compliment I can think of. I know you love me, and, well, it just makes me love you back even more."

Suzanne was so moved she was certain she was really going to lose it and cry her eyes out. But her tough persona kicked it. She stopped her blowjob long enough to say in a semi-joking voice, "Stop your blubbering already. You sound like a girl."

They both laughed.

Suzanne sighed as she lovingly caressed his hard shaft with both hands. She gave it a few kisses and then said, "It's going to be a shame, having to share this sweet meat. But that's okay." She said to herself as much as to Alan, "Six times a day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me. I don't mind sharing a little."

Then, in a nasty, sultry voice, she spat out, "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock. Really good." She swallowed him deep.

Alan blew his load down her throat about a minute later.

He'd never felt so good, so satisfied. He felt a deeper love and connection with Suzanne than ever before, and that felt far better than the mere physical pleasure between them.

Yet still his day wasn't over.

CHAPTER 7

Katherine had eavesdropped on Suzanne's blowjob the day before and was profoundly affected by what she'd heard. After the pool incident the day before where she lost all control, she felt truly ashamed at herself, at least for a little while.

But much had changed in the short time since then. The pace of sexual activity around the house was speeding up, the women acting like hungry sharks circling ever closer to their prey. She felt as if something big and exciting was going to happen soon, and she wanted to be a part of it.

She'd been in her room when Suzanne came into Alan's room and she knew what Suzanne was going to do in there. She very much wanted to listen in again, but unfortunately for her, Susan had the same plan. The two of them kind of lingered in the hall and bathroom area just outside Alan's bedroom. The both waited for the other one to leave so they could eavesdrop, but neither one did. Katherine went back to her room but kept the door open, foiling Susan since katherine could see Alan's door just across the hallway from within her room.

As a result, both of them missed the big emotional moment between Alan and Suzanne.

After two blowjobs in quick succession from Suzanne, Alan felt she'd not only sucked his balls completely dry, she'd sucked his soul right out of him, too. He was tired, hot, and sweaty, so eventually he got up and staggered off to take a shower before going to bed. He put on a robe and headed across the hallway to the bathroom adjacent to Katherine's room, but just as he was opening the door, his mother called him into her bedroom to talk to him. He headed off in that direction.

Katherine also heard Susan's call, and saw her opportunity for action. She felt Suzanne was pulling away in the contest for Alan's affections so she needed to do something to make her mark or she would have to go back to pining away with her secret crush for him.

She immediately stripped and hopped into the shower Alan was going to use before he got there. She left her shirt on, knowing that the wet T-shirt look could be even more arousing than complete nakedness. She also wore wooden clogs that helped tone up her legs just like high-heeled shoes. She turned on the water to get herself wet, but then turned it back off, so Alan wouldn't know she was there.

A few minutes later, Alan walked in, picked up a towel, and closed the door before the presence of his naked sister even registered in his brain. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open in shock, but his shock wasn't nearly as much as it would have been had she not done a strip tease for him by the pool the day before or had been grabbing at his penis in the pool earlier.

"Sister! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"Oh, nothing much, just taking a shower." She didn't seem perturbed or surprised by his presence, but asked, "The bigger question is what are YOU doing here? Are you trying to spy on your naked little sister?"

"No, no, no! No, it's not like that. I didn't know that you were in here, is all!"

"Then why are you looking at me that way? If I didn't know better, I'd think you're looking straight between my legs!"

Her indignation was just a ruse to keep him talking and staring. Her vagina in fact was deliberately wide open for his viewing, and she made no attempt to close her legs in the slightest. If anything, she spread them even wider.

But he was paying even more attention to her hands. She was holding the hose to the shower nozzle with both hands in the middle of her chest, and rubbing her hands up and down the hose as if it were a phallus.

That made Alan even more flustered. Seeing Suzanne naked was one thing, but seeing his sister this way, so ready and eager to fuck was still a huge shock to his system. With Suzanne he felt somehow safe knowing there were boundaries, but he knew his sister well. She was more impetuous and untamed. With her, anything was possible.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry!" he said extremely apologetically. "I didn't mean to be looking at anything. I'll go now."

He paused at the door, and with his eyes averted, asked, "Sis, what is going on? Why is everybody, like... Just totally... All the nakedness! Why?" But he was too flummoxed to stick around for an answer. He fled from the bathroom.

Damn, Katherine thought. I should have started slowly and worked up to more. Next time he'd better watch out, 'cos I'm going to "sex him up" until he has a heart attack! This is too much fun not to do. Suzanne's already sucking his cock - I have to catch up to that soon or fall behind. Oh God, I love you, Brother!

But at least she was successful in one respect. Had it not been for that shower encounter, Alan would have gone to bed masturbating to thoughts of Suzanne. As it was, his mind was a jumble and he thought of Katherine, Suzanne, Susan, and even Amy. He kept thinking of Suzanne's comment: "We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock." He had no trouble getting excited and fell into a deep sleep after shooting out his sixth load. It was another great day for Alan, all in all.

CHAPTER 8 (Monday, Oct. 14)

By Monday, Alan could see a definite pattern developing: every day the clothing of all those around him got a little bit more provocative. He thought about the crazy number of times all four females around him had been naked or nearly naked in the past couple of days. He wondered how long it would go on before everyone just ended up naked all the time, barring some sort of catastrophe.

Normally Susan was an early riser, and she was usually already showered and dressed by the time Alan came down for breakfast in the morning. But today she was still wearing a bathrobe when he walked into the kitchen.

It started out tightly wrapped on her, but as the breakfast went on, it began to loosen on her body, and the proportion of her visible cleavage grew until he (and Katherine) could see down to her belly button.

As she served breakfast, she did a lot of leaning over, and on one or two occasions nearly dropped one or both of her creamy tits out of her robe altogether. But still, she managed to keep her nipples covered nearly the entire time.

Nearly, but not all the time. She knew Alan was getting a very pleasant eyeful, and she loved it. But even as she did these things, her face was filled with worry and doubt.

She wondered to herself, Just what am I doing here? We're supposed to sex things up, but am I getting into the job of tantalizing Alan far too much? Why do I enjoy showing myself off to him so? I can't even say Suzanne made me wear this this time. There must be something wrong with me.

She was wracked with moral doubt and with doubts about her character, but she found herself showing off her body to Alan anyway. She simply tried her best not think about what she was doing or why, but just do it. The one overriding thought she maintained was, The doctor says this is what Alan needs. She also repeated like a mantra, The penis in the abstract. Don't think of it as Alan's penis. The penis in the abstract.

After her children left for school she had her now daily "breast exam" in the shower.

When it was over she felt even dirtier about how she was showing herself off, not to mention guilt over her frequent masturbation sessions. The breast exam excuse had worn thin for her and now she spent as much attention on her pussy as her boobs. She vowed to herself, I'm going to stop dressing like a hussy starting right now. Tiger will just have to get his visual stimulation from somewhere else.

But by the time Alan came back from school, she was ready to show off just as much or even more than before.

Again, and not surprisingly, Alan had spaced out through much of school and had a near constant hard-on in all his classes. The weekend had been dangerously exciting, and all the sexual fun was like an addictive drug. He wanted more.

He was well aware that on Saturday his sister had gone sexually berserk by the pool and then on Sunday Amy had gone topless (plus sometimes bottomless) and Susan had her nipple incident too, so he hoped another trip to the pool could lead to more good things.

As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his room and then headed directly to the pool area. When he arrived, Suzanne, Katherine, and Susan were already there. He wondered if they too were hoping the near nakedness of the bathing suits could help make something happen. All of them were wearing alluring bathing suits.

Suzanne was wearing the most outrageous suit of all. It was a bikini so small that it barely covered her nipples. Even then, one could see fairly well through the semi-transparent material. Only a thin string ran down her ass crack, so from the back one could hardly tell she wore anything at all. In the front of her crotch there was so little cloth that some pussy hairs were easily visible on each side of the suit.

On top of all that, she was wearing very high heels. They seemed wildly inappropriate to the occasion, but Suzanne remained determined to wear high heels as much as humanly possible whenever she was around Alan. As an experience sexual temptress, she knew what a big difference in appearance they made, not just how they looked but also how they firmed up the legs and ass. She also felt a growing sense of competition with both Susan and Katherine, and wanted Alan to look only, or at least mostly, at her. She felt the heels gave her an edge.

Katherine was wearing her new bikini, the same one she'd worn the day before. She looked great in it, but after what happened on Saturday, Alan had a soft spot (and a wet spot) for her one-piece suit that she had used to masturbate with.

As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay more attention to Susan and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies. It was hard for Katherine, or just about any other female, to compete with the likes of them. Suzanne was expert at preening herself in sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest. Susan knew no such tricks, but she had a nearly identical body and a charming puritan innocence going for her.

Suzanne had recently bought Susan two bathing suits. Susan had worn the more revealing of the two yesterday, but after the mortifying nipple incident, she decided to go back to the one with the more conservative, sports bra-styled design. It wasn't that she didn't want to show him her nipples, but to have everyone point it out and kid her about it was another thing altogether.

When Alan arrived, Susan was swimming in the pool. But even though she was wearing her more conservative bathing suit, she looked so sexy in it that it still took him some time getting used to the fact that his formerly prudish mother was wearing it. He couldn't even remember what kind of bathing suit she used to wear because she'd gone out of her way not to go swimming so she wouldn't be forced to wear one.

Alan practically creamed on the spot when he saw Susan slowly lift herself out of the pool to greet him. The water dripping off of her slick wet skin was just as great an erotic sight for him as Suzanne's nearly nonexistent suit. It reminded him of the cum that he shot all over Akami, and for a moment he imagined Susan completely dripping with his cum instead of pool water.

To add to his distress, Susan hadn't seen him since he'd come home, so when she got out of the water she gave him a big "welcome back from school" hug, pressing her wet body against his dry one. Her hard nipples bore holes into his chest.

It seemed to him that the hug went on a lot longer than previous hugs with his mother had before. He'd never really been hugged by his prudish mother at all except for the past few days, and now intimate hugs were coming fast and furious.

He hadn't been expecting the hug, so he didn't know what to do when his erection poked firmly into his mother's lower abdomen as the hug went on. She must feel that, he thought as the hug continued, but she seemed oblivious.

She kissed the top of his ear and said, "My big son. I'm so proud of you."

He wasn't sure what inspired that, but wondered if the "big son" comment had anything to do with his hard penis pressing her skin insistently through his bathing suit, a typical one much like the shorts he always wore. Holy crap! I'm going to die of shame! he thought as the hug went on and on and his penis poked at her stomach insistently. How can she NOT know what's poking at her there?

After she disengaged she showed no sign whatsoever that she'd been aware of his throbbing penis or if she minded it. However, in fact she was very aware. She'd wanted the hug to go on forever.

Since his mother made him wet in one way from the pool water rolling off of her, he figured he should jump into the pool before it was obvious that she was about to make him wet in another way.

As soon as he jumped in, Susan went back in the water, and Katherine, not wanting to miss out, jumped in as well. The three splashed around and had fun playing with each other, but there was no touching.

Susan got out first since she'd been in the water for a while before Alan arrived.

Susan sat in the lawn chair next to Suzanne's, leaving Katherine an opportunity to regain some of Alan's attention from the two impressively stacked mothers.

When Alan stood next to his sister by the side of the pool nearest to Susan and Suzanne, Katherine realized the two older beauties couldn't see much more than their heads and shoulders in the water. She reached out and grabbed her brother's erection through his swimsuit.

That certainly got her brother's full attention, especially as there wasn't even the slightest pretense it was an accident this time.

As she held it, he thought, Okay, we're definitely crossing some kind of incestuous line here. I've seen a lot of Sis and Mom in the past days, but this is the first undeniable touching and that's a totally different thing. But you know what? I don't feel bad about it. I love Sis and she loves me. Yeah, it's kind of weird to think of her THAT WAY, but dang! She's just so good looking that that kind of short circuits my brain and all my objections. I guess it's true that guys think with their dick. Dang! She's STILL holding it!

To Katherine, those touches in the pool the day before had been playful, just an extension of the water games they were playing with Amy. But, like Alan, she knew this new grope was serious and a very pivotal moment in their lives. She felt frightened beyond belief. After all, just days earlier she'd considered herself to be extremely conservative in her fashion and sexual attitudes compared to her classmates. But her long simmering lust for her brother had burst to the surface. Plus, she felt she had to act fast or lose out.

She had no idea that Suzanne was actually encouraging Alan to get with her. Even if she had heard Suzanne saying things like that, she would have assumed it was just sexy talk because she couldn't imagine any woman voluntarily sharing her man. But what concerned her more was Susan. She had no doubt that her mother would never allow her to touch Alan's penis, much less suck on it. She assumed Susan would be horrified to even think that something sexual was happening between her children. So she believed whatever happened between her and Alan would have to forever remain a dark secret.

But now Katherine could use Susan's hypocritical attitude to her advantage. Knowing that Alan was helpless to say or do anything with Susan sitting so close, she pulled his hard-on out from his swimsuit and grabbed it with both hands. She gave Alan a triumphant and wicked look while Alan gave back a helpless and worried stare. She began to stroke it under the water, putting all the action in her lower arms so anyone looking at her upper arms wouldn't think anything was amiss.

Suzanne saw their faces and suspected something fishy. Alan was mostly facing away so she couldn't really read his expression, but Katherine had a curiously triumphant yet frightened look on her face.

Suzanne was overcome by curiosity, so she announced, "I think I'll take a dip in the water too."

Katherine resignedly put Alan's penis back in his suit before Suzanne could see anything, and then once again was forced to play second fiddle to one of the buxom mothers.

This time it was the sight of Suzanne swimming through the water that captivated Alan. As Suzanne rarely went swimming, much less lay by the pool due to her extremely fair skin, this was a rare sight for him indeed.

Shortly afterwards, he hurried back to his room to masturbate to the new series of erotic images and ideas bouncing around in his head. He'd been fantasizing all day at school about what might happen at home, but real life once again exceeded his expectations. He was so excited that he practically shot his load before he got started. He quickly fell asleep for his usual daily nap.

He thought the excitement from the pool was over, but it wasn't.

Much to his surprise, not long after he woke up, Susan came into his room still dressed in her bikini. She held her arms open wide and said, "My favorite son, give your mother a hug."

He always slept naked but luckily he'd just put on a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to her.

She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he was about to depart for a long journey. "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her voice filled with emotion.

Alan's penis grew hard as he felt her soft skin pressing all over him and smelled her pleasant feminine smell. His erection happened to be scrunched up in his shorts in a way that prevented it from obviously pressing into her, but there was no avoiding her nipples and boobs pressing into him.

She was already very aroused, and her hard nipples stabbed into his chest. Her tits were so soft and so big it was as if they molded over his entire chest as they mashed into him.

She pulled back slightly and said, "I just felt like hugging you. You don't think there's anything wrong with a little show of affection between mother and son, do you?"

"No mom," he replied. "I like it. I've noticed we've never hugged or kissed in the friendly way some other families do. At least up until now. I mean, even you and Katherine rarely ever touched."

She wiggled with delight in his arms, and her nipples scraped back and forth across his chest, pushing into him even more. "Oh good! I'm so glad that Suzanne has helped me open up a bit and allowed us to become closer."

Her lips were now only two or three inches from his. Because he was only two inches taller than his already very tall mother, he felt that all he'd have to do is lean forward just a little and their lips would meet. The word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed and eating each others' faces hungrily. He could feel her breath, and noticed it was a curious mix of mint and alcohol.

Aha! he thought. She must be getting tipsy. It doesn't take much with her despite her tall size. That explains things. Dang! She needs to drink more often.

But even though he loved her touch, he froze in fear at the idea of kissing. Now the hug felt like a trap he couldn't get out of and his body literally seized up. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but he'd never kissed a girl before and he was wrought with performance anxiety not to mention freaked out that she was his mother.

Suddenly she kissed him on the nose, and then directly on the lips. But their lips no more than grazed each other before she pulled away and broke the hug altogether.

He sighed inwardly with relief. It wasn't really a kiss; more like a tease of what a kiss could be. The idea of fulfilling a fantasy with her and actually getting romantic was too much for him to take, so unexpectedly. As long as there was no tongue, there was nothing illicit or incestuous about that. Some people just touch lips. No big deal, right?

She went and stood by the door and said, "Tiger, I'd be happy to hug and kiss you lots more from now on. You know, like a really affectionate family. We love each other so much, don't we? So we shouldn't be afraid to show it."

"We do, Mom. I love this family. You're the best." He noticed her body was now turned away while she looked back over her shoulder towards him. But what really caught his eye was the way she was ostentatiously "adjusting" her bikini over her ass.

She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy. So proud."

When she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting. She giggled with glee like a little schoolgirl.

Then she said, "But don't mope here all alone in your room; we're still having lots of fun down by the pool. What do I have to do to get you to come back down and join us? I don't think you'll regret it."

She arched her back so that her tits jutted out dramatically. He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side view she was offering him. At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric back into her ass crack and then pulled up. For a second it seemed like her ass was completely uncovered.

She giggled again, and then left without waiting for a reply from him.

Alan considered staying in his room and masturbating to the image his mother just presented standing in his room. He had so many sexy images to masturbate over that he could hardly keep up and savor them all. But there was no way he could turn down her sexy offer. He was curious too about what he would see at the pool. So he changed back into his bathing suit and went downstairs.

As Susan went downstairs, she thought, What was THAT all about? I just come up here tell him to come downstairs so he can discover our surprise and somehow I end up practically molesting him! Well, at least it was good visual stimulation. And I didn't actually do anything sinful. Although touching lips together is more than a bit improper. Oh dear. I really have to control myself a bit better.

CHAPTER 9

While Alan was napping, Suzanne had been laying the groundwork for more fun when he work up. She said to Katherine and Susan. "Hey, who's up for a little game? Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"

Katherine's face brightened at that prospect.

But Susan said, "NO! Absolutely not!" She was actually was more worried about telling the truth than having to do a dare. She was filled with all kinds of forbidden, lustful thoughts that she didn't want to say out loud, especially with Katherine there.

So Suzanne said, "You realize, Susan, that we don't actually have to be playing that game for me to make you wear whatever I say."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean that you've already agreed to wear whatever I tell you to wear, no matter what. Don't you remember that?"

Susan blanched as she remembered. Suzanne hadn't been existing that power much lately since Susan was choosing sufficiently risque outfits on her own. "Uh-oh. That's true. But look: what I'm wearing right now is already positively scandalous. I hope you aren't going to tell me that I have to wear that skimpy bikini you gave me. Are you?"

Suzanne smiled innocently. "Who me? No, of course not. In fact, the only thing I want you to wear right now is your wedding ring."

"My wedding ring?! But Suzanne! That means I'll be completely naked! What if Alan comes back down here?! He probably will! Surely you jest!" She squirmed around in her lawn chair with a mixture of horror and hopeful anticipation.

Suzanne replied, "That's the whole idea. But don't worry, Katherine and I will join you so Alan won't focus his attention just on you. And we'll all lie face down so he won't see much. Just your back and your butt."

"But-"

Suzanne held her hand up to silence Suzanne. "No buts. Actually, there will be three butts." She chuckled. It wasn't that good of a joke, but she was tipsy so most everything seemed funny. She'd brought out a bottle of wine and all three had wine glasses next to their lawn chairs.

She continued, "You confessed to me all about how he stared at you in the shower, so he won't be seeing any part of you that he hasn't seen up close already."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne!" Susan whined. "Don't say that in front of Angel here! I thought that was just between you and me! I feel horrible enough about that dreadful incident as it is, but now Angel is going to think I'm horrible!"

Katherine had been silent but intently listening. She said, "No, Mom. I think that's great. You were just helping Brother with some visual stimulation, right?"

Suzanne piled on, "Exactly. What's the big deal? You didn't do anything to be ashamed of. In fact, I'm so very proud of you, helping him out like that. I'll bet he rushed back to his room, dropped his shorts, and started stroking on that big and tasty erection of his. Can't you just picture him, Holding that throbbing beast of his, with his eyes closed thinking of your wet and naked sultry body? That's a sight that should make any mother proud."

"Is it?" She flopped back down to the lawn chair, conceding defeat. "Oh, poo. Suzanne, why do you do these things to me? The whole thing doesn't sound very proper to me," she added feebly. "In fact, it's decidedly IMproper." But there was no response, so she thought about what Suzanne had just said and asked, "What was that you said about his member being, um, er... What was that you called it? Tasty?"

Suzanne launched into a detailed and explicit description of how wonderful Alan's penis tasted in her mouth, causing both Katherine and Susan to squirm with excitement.

The three women continued talking and drinking wine, and before long Susan couldn't wait for Alan to wake up from his nap so she could lie naked in front of him. She was delighted, though also apprehensive, when she was chosen to be the one to get him and tell him to come back down to the pool.

When Alan did come back down, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all in position, naked and lying back side up on the lawn chairs. The three of them were all tipsy and more than a little excited about it. Actually, despite her cool exterior, Suzanne was just as excited as the other two.

Alan was right in suspecting that something was up by the way Susan had been acting when she came to get him, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw when he got back to the pool. The lawn chairs were faced away from the door to the back patio, so only when he got to within a few feet of them did he realize that they were completely naked from head to toe. He had a great view of their asses and long firm legs. All three were giggling nervously, even Suzanne who made it a point not to giggle.

Alan had no idea what to say or do. He would have rushed back inside (and spied of them from there) had he not just been explicitly told to come to the pool area.

Finally, Suzanne sat up a bit and turned, and said, "Suurrrpriiiiiiise! I'll bet you weren't expecting this, Sweetie!" As she did this, she spread her knees apart and kicked her high heels up into the air, giving Alan a good view of her pussy lips.

Alan still was speechless and just shook his head. He immediately pulled his T-shirt off and jumped into the pool to give himself a chance to think.

What in God's name is going ON?! Is this some kind of a joke? Maybe a test? Not only are they all totally nude, but they're OUTSIDE! Is it possible for any of the neighbors to see them?

He looked around and realized the odds of being seen were extremely low. All the houses around the Plummer house had big lots with copious amounts of greenery. It was a veritable jungle between the Plummers' house and any of the neighbors'. And since they were on the side of a hill, the only house that could look down onto theirs was the Pestridge house, and the only room with windows on that side which could have any possible view was Amy's.

He poked his head out of the water after swimming a couple of laps.

"Cat got your tongue?" his mother said in his direction, playfully. "I decided that it's okay to go to the pool topless after all," she joked. Jokes from her were extremely rare. But her comment also recognized how much had changed in one day, with some inebriation definitely playing a role in the new dress code. "Aren't you going to say 'hi'? Would you like another hug?" She giggled at what she thought was another joke.

"Um, Mom. You're totally nude." He didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out. It was like he was asking for confirmation from someone that he was really seeing what he was seeing. What do you say when speaking in the general direction of three ladies' asses?

Suzanne teased, "No she's not." She pointed at Susan's hands. "Look. She's still wearing her wedding ring?"

Susan blushed even redder than she already was. "Suzanne, you're such a meanie today. Why must you flaunt my infidelity?"

Suzanne acted surprised and confused. "Infidelity? Are you thinking of having sex with somebody? I thought we're just providing Alan some visual stimulation." She thought, Teasing Susan is just too much fun! Now that I've started I can't stop. I need to behave.

Susan blushed about five shades deeper. She stammered, "No! Of course not! You're wearing a wedding ring too, you know!"

Alan wasn't quite sure what good pointing that out did, but it made him feel even more insanely aroused than he already was.

He considered getting out of the pool, but thought, Man, how am I going to hide my hard on in THIS swimsuit? The damn thing is so insistent it's threatening to pop out the top. There's no way I can adjust it to hide it, not with all this nakedness going on. Dang! Well, I can't stay in here forever. Maybe I'll just rush to one of those lawn chairs while their heads are turned.

That's what he did, except that as soon as he got out of the water the others all heard the tell tale sounds and turned to look. All eyes were glued to the bulge in his crotch until he finally made it to the lawn chair.

He sat down and tried to compose himself. Things were surprisingly quiet. The others were waiting to hear from him.

Finally, he asked, "So. ... Um, how long have you all been lying there like that?"

"Oh, we've been in these chairs for about an hour," his mother replied. "Pretty much ever since you left to take your nap."

Katherine giggled at her deliberate avoidance of his question.

Susan was lying between Suzanne and Katherine and didn't have a good view of where Alan was sitting. So she leaned up in the lawn chair a bit to better look at him, allowing him to see most of her boobs hanging down. Only her nipples were still pressed against the plastic of the lawn chair. She continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne forced us to take off our bikinis. Then I ran up and got you. What do you think - are we more than you can handle?"

"Uuuuhh, no. I'm cool. It's cool."

His sister giggled, then they all giggled. His attempt at appearing casual and nonchalant was obviously laughably bad.

He asked, "Did you say she forced you to get naked?" Alan's head was suddenly filled with images of a sexy catfight in which Suzanne managed to overpower both Susan and Katherine, ripping all their clothes off in the process.

Susan saw with obvious shame, "Yes, she forced me. She's such a meanie! She's says I'm not allowed to wear anything around you but my wedding ring! Isn't she cruel?" Her legs twitched and writhed uncomfortably, as if she had been tied up and was struggling to break free.

Alan was so aroused yet frustrated that he wanted to bang his head on the ground and cry. I can look all I want, but never touch! And they all look so friggin'... touchable!

As if she was a mind reader, Suzanne said to him, "You know what, girls, I don't know about you, but I certainly could use some more suntan lotion. With this pale skin I've got I can get a sunburn from a flashlight. Sweetie, honey, can you help me out here? I'm feeling too lazy to do it myself. Actually, you should help us all out."

Alan's eyes bugged out.