SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 9: Surfer Girl
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

Then he noticed the reflection of Ms. Rhymer in the window pane. She stared directly at him. Since he looked at the window, she didn't know that he knew she was staring. Alan noticed that even as she stared at him she also had a strange, far away look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of her desk on the spot where she usually sat when she talked to him after class. She held a ruler with both of her hands, and Alan noticed that she languidly caressed it up and down.

Wait! he suddenly realized. That's exactly like stroking a penis! Still looking thorough the windows' reflections, he scanned the class to see if anyone else had noticed. No, everyone is too busy with their tests.

He continued to stare at her reflection. There was no doubt about it. She treated the ruler just like an erect penis. One hand held it at the base and the other slowly went up and down the top half of it. Then, gradually, the pace of her hands on the penis/ruler quickened. It soon reached a furious pace.

Alan could hardly believe his own eyes. While he'd long lusted after her, it all seemed like a safe fantasy, he could hardly conceive of her actually having sexual desires and actions on her own. He was again shocked to look around the room and find that nobody else saw. It seemed bloody obvious what she was doing, but everyone was too busy with these tests to even look up at her.

She began to pant, and despite all the conservative clothes she wore, Alan could detect her boobs heaving in time to the vigorous stroking of the ruler. He looked around again, amazed that the jiggling of her breasts still hadn't attracted the attention of any of her many horny young admirers who would have killed to see such a sight. However, he was completely riveted, especially since he could see through the window's reflection that she was starting right in his direction the entire time.

Finally it seemed like she and the ruler climaxed. He half expected to see jism shoot out the top of it, and then he realized how silly that idea was. But she panted heavily.

After what seemed to be the climax, it appeared that Ms. Rhymer slowly came back to her senses. She put the ruler down and looked at it a bit shamefully. However, it appeared to him that he could still detect her butt wiggling around a bit, and then realized she sat right on the corner of the desk. Oh my God! Now she must be trying to get herself off with the corner edge of the desk! Did she have a real orgasm with the ruler?

But then she got up and returned to her seat behind her desk.

Alan tried to return to his test. Did she notice I'd seen her through the window? I was looking up and away from my paper for an awfully long time. Certainly she would have noticed that? Was she putting on a show for my benefit?

He looked up at her again, directly this time and not through the reflection. She stared directly and intensely right at him. But when she realized he was looking back, she appeared to get nervous and quickly looked away. He went back to his test, but couldn't think. He looked up again through the window's reflection. She's still staring at me, again! What gives?

Alan then noticed that if one paid close attention, it appeared that she was moving around slightly in her seat. Her face appeared really flushed as well, even more than it was a few minutes before. Then he realized that both of her hands were in her lap. What went on there was blocked by the desk, but he could make a good guess, especially since her arms appeared to move up and down in a piston pattern.

She's masturbating right in front of class! he realized. Not only that, but she's doing it while she's STILL staring at me! God, does she have a thing for me?! Duuuuh. She must! After all this time, two years of lusting, I finally find out she likes ME! Dang!

This is just too bizarre. My most beautiful teacher is masturbating in class while thinking of me, and then I've got to go paint the pussies of my sister and her friend for lunch. And today is a Tuesday, so who knows what that'll mean. Is my mother going to ask for another "abnormality check" of my penis even though Father is home?

And there's Suzanne. ... She could come into my room at any given moment. And another appointment with Akami coming up... This is just too weird! It's like I'm having the total harmonic convergence of sexual luck! And really, it all goes back to my "six times a day" diagnosis. The greatest thing that ever happened to me, but I'm beginning to even doubt the diagnosis was for real.

He saw Ms. Rhymer gasp. Her face turned redder and suddenly showed a very embarrassed look. There's no doubt. She just had an orgasm. I'll be damned!

Needless to say, Alan did very poorly on that test. He lingered after class to see if Ms. Rhymer wanted to speak with him, but not only did she not say anything, she appeared to be bashful and ignored him completely. He was the last student out the door, but she still ignored him. As he left, he noticed that Ms. Rhymer still hadn't even gotten up from her chair behind her desk.

CHAPTER 2

There really was no painting to speak of that day.

Alan removed Katherine and Kim's skirts, and then actually had to perform the relatively unfamiliar act of taking off panties to thoroughly check the paint jobs. But the paint was so durable that the paint jobs from the day before still held.

So he had more of a social visit with Kim and Katherine in the supply closet.

They only stayed a few minutes, and the talk was entirely nonsexual. Mostly it was a chance for Alan and Kim to learn more about each other. Katherine was definitely on her best non-teasing behavior because of her promise to cool it until Thursday.

And so things went relatively normally until Alan got home. Then, once again, his charmed and strange life seemed to get particularly surreal. He walked inside to find his mother seemingly waiting for him in the kitchen. Just seeing his mother these days, no matter her attitude or what she wore, usually got him hard. At the very least, all he would have to do is see her hands or lips and remember what she did to him with them, and he'd have an instant boner.

But being alone with her in the kitchen today got him especially hard and horny. He recalled their one wild day together when he came up on her washing the dishes at the kitchen sink and extensively fondled her ass. It was all he could do not to whip his shorts off and climax all over her backside.

Susan was dressed today in her usual conservative, around-the-house clothing. But no matter what she was dressed in, there was no way for her to completely hide her fantastic tits. In fact, drab clothes had a way of drawing attention to her assets even more, as if the tits rose to the challenge of proving their ability to attract one's eyes no matter what she wore.

Jesus Christ, thought Alan, her tits look like they're ready to burst through even that heavy fabric. And it pains me to think about the rest of her fuckable body 'cos it's all too huggable and touchable. What an ass! Certainly she has to remember what happened last Tuesday vividly, too - is that why she's meeting me in the kitchen? Katherine said something about having somewhere to go with Amy after school; has Mom manipulated things to make sure we could be alone? She's going to be touching my cock soon, I just know it!

Susan appeared to be very nervous. She said without looking at him, "Tiger, there have been some changes around here lately, changes for the good. We've been able to make this a respectable, Christian house again. I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but, uh..." She paused and struggled over what to say.

Then she continued, "Since your father has come back, things are more the way they should be. I'm sure you'll agree. But we still have your medical problem, and since today is a Tuesday, I think it's still important that you have your check for abnormalities on your ... member. You told me last night how it's getting more difficult for you to achieve satisfaction, and Suzanne warned me that you're suffering soreness and chafing down there. I'm concerned. Do you think that we can forget what happened last week, and do such a check in a much more clinical and dignified manner?"

Alan nodded his head in agreement, even as he gulped in frightened and excited anticipation.

"Good. I'm glad you agree. Why don't we go to your room?"

They began to head in that direction.

Susan really was determined to perform the abnormality check in the most non-sexual manner possible. She was only doing it because Suzanne had talked her into it and really left her no alternative. She cradled a cup in her hands. "I think it was a mistake to take our clothes off last time. This time, you can just move your underwear to the side or unzip your fly a bit, and then you can shoot into this cup." She held the cup up for him to see.

Back in his room, Susan was the epitome of professionalism. She waited for him to take out his penis, which he did. She began to clinically and dispassionately rub his penis. She didn't say a word and remained poker-faced, even grim. This is no fun, thought Alan. I practically have more fun with my own hands.

He was determined that things wouldn't go like this. He willed his penis to get flaccid, although normally the mere idea of his mother doing an abnormality check had made him as hard as he could get. He thought of two extremely fat, ugly, pockmarked, and pimply men having sex with each other, and that worked wonders to get and keep him down.

Susan tried to stroke his deflated penis, but it continued to soften.

In desperation, he lied to her. "I'm sorry, Mom, but with you all bundled up in your conservative clothes, I just can't get it up. It reminds me of the old, unsexy days. And you're not being very passionate. I need some visual stimulation at the very least. I'm having such trouble sometimes lately getting a reaction down there."

"You're really a handful, Alan Plummer!" Susan said in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?" She thought, This is not good! I can't allow things to get out of hand. I have to think of my husband! It's not the act of helping with his medical treatment that bothers me, it's all these depraved, sinful, and decidedly un-wifely thoughts that go through my head when I do it! I'm so weak!

After no response, and a long pause, she said, "Okay, just a little visual stimulation. But none of my clothes are coming off, you understand?"

Alan asked with deliberate cluelessness, "How can I get visual stimulation if your clothes won't come off? ... Okay, I've got an idea. Stand up and raise your skirt. That might do something."

"Very well," Susan said, sighing. "At least you didn't focus on my boobs for once, and I don't have to take anything off." She stood up and raised her dress.

Even now, after supposedly "reforming," she still didn't wear any underwear. "I'm a bit surprised, Mom. Didn't you take to wearing a bra and undies again?"

She sighed again, and looked away. "Yes, I did," she answered reluctantly, "but I'm experimenting. Is there anything wrong with that? You heard in the car the other day that Ron and I are having some marital difficulties. Perhaps if I dress a little sexier, maybe that'll help."

In actual fact, though, she was only going without underwear in the mornings and afternoons when Ron wasn't around but Alan was. She didn't even know why she was doing that. She snapped defensively, "Are you happy now? Does that make me a bad person or something?"

"No. Geez. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Anyway, Son, are you ready yet?" Susan asked impatiently. "I can't just stand here like this!" Speaking more to herself than him, she said, "I shouldn't call you 'Son' at a time like this. It's so embarrassing! It's not right for a son to look at his mother's most intimate places."

The real reason for her impatience was that she was growing aroused. She was starting to feel tingly all over, especially between her legs, and she worried that Alan would soon start to see moisture down there.

Then there was Alan's extremely distracting bulge, which wasn't helping her effort to keep breathing evenly. She nodded towards his crotch and noted, "I see you're almost there."

In fact Alan got rock hard as soon as he took one look at Susan's fully exposed pussy. But he still didn't want her to touch him only in a clinical way, so he hoped to sex things up a bit more. He thought again of extremely fat men having sex, which caused his penis to deflate halfway just as she reached out to begin stroking it again.

"Tiger, you're too much!" Susan cried in exasperation as she saw the penis fall. "What now?!"

Alan quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, the way you were being kind of snipey and resentful at my question, it broke my mood. And now it's not working anymore."

Susan still held her skirt up with one hand, but she let it down in defeat. "Talk about prima donnas!" she griped. She was unusually irritable because her emotions were in a jumble. Expecting the inevitable, she asked with more than a little frustration in her voice, "What now, oh Mr. Suddenly Can't Get Horny If My Life Depended on It?"

"I dunno, maybe if I could just 'get your attention' – you know – touch you on the rear a little."

She was even more exasperated at that, and ruefully recalled Alan's massage last Thursday, and how that innocent touching had spun out of control. But with no alternative in sight, she said, "Oh... all right! Go ahead and make it quick. I'm far too lenient with you, you know. It's a miracle you're not more spoiled."

She was frustrated, but she also was secretly pleased. She turned around and let Alan lift up her skirt and play with her ass.

As Alan got into rubbing his hands all over her butt, Susan felt a strong sexual feeling well up in her, and began to intensely enjoy what he did. She thought, It's been far too long since I've felt like this. It's been six days since a blowjob – almost a week. I can't go without him that long! God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need some of his sperm in my mouth right now. No. That's wrong. My husband is in town. In theory, he could come home and see this! I have to keep control...

She became so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to protest when he stuck a finger in her anus and began to pump a finger in and out of it.

She thought, That's my Tiger. You give him an inch, and before you know if you're lying naked on the bed with a big thick dick shoved down your throat! I love it! He's so forceful!

It was all she could do not to fall on the bed and spread her legs for him. In truth, he wasn't really that forceful, since most guys in his shoes would have lost all control around a woman as physically awe-inspiring as Susan, but she didn't see it that way.

But then, suddenly, she came to her senses and remembered her vow to be professional and dispassionate. She reminded herself of her husband again and that he'd her cool it.

"Okay, buster," she told him. "Enough's enough. You must be hard by now."

She turned around and forced Alan's hands off of her butt in the process. Sure enough, he was hard again. "Quick now, Tiger, before the moon turns green or some new weird excuse, let's get this over with already!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine now," Alan said sincerely.

On the surface, everything was strictly by-the-book. With one hand she jerked him off, and with the other she quickly performed the abnormality check. But in fact, she caressed his penis with a passion and intensity she had lacked a few minutes before.

She finished the check quickly, and then she said, "There. Now that's how it should be done. Professionally. Responsibly. But now that we're done with that, it would be good for you to get one of your daily times over and done with. Since you've having such difficulty keeping stiff lately, do you need my help finishing off? Or can you handle it by yourself?"

Alan was no fool. He replied, "Um, actually, I could really use your help."

"Oh, very well." Secretly, she was delighted. In fact, it wasn't that much of a secret because her face beamed with a big smile.

Susan used both hands and really went to town. Her hands flew up and down and around as she delighted in her first real handjob for what seemed like ages. What she really longed for was to stick it in her mouth. She loved a blowjob more than just about anything, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps because it seemed to be the epitome of naughtiness - both her parents would have had a heart attack even thinking about a penis being put in a mouth. Even her father was so brainwashed to think a penis was inherently filthy and sinful that he would not have found the idea of a blowjob arousing. But Susan had vowed to herself not to allow a blowjob to happen under any circumstances and channeled all her passions into the handjob instead.

Alan was loving life. He was feeling so good that he decided to press his luck a little bit. Susan was panting and grinning and generally enjoying herself so much that he was confident she wasn't about to stop no matter what he said.

"Hey Mom? You know, I can feel it start to go down a little."

"You're kidding me. Son, this erection is so hard and... good. I don't see a problem here." Her hands slid and sloshed all over, sped along by a growing amount of pre-cum.

But Alan persisted, "Trust me. Maybe you can't see it yet, but it's going down, mentally. Just to be on the safe side, I think it's probably better if you pull your top up to your shoulders. 'Cos you're so bountiful and beautiful up there."

Susan narrowed her eyes. "You would say that. You expect to just snap your fingers and your mother bares her chest? Is that what you want? Do you get some kind of sick thrill watching her big boobies bounce all over the place?"

Alan wasn't thinking to clearly by that point. It seemed like a no-brainer question. "Um, yes."

Susan sighed. "What if you father was to see us like this? Don't you think my being bare-chested would just make things worse?" She continued to happily stroke.

Alan had a clever thought. "Well, it might even help speed things up a little bit."

Susan sighed louder. "You have a point there. Very well. But I'm just pulling things up a tad so we can get this done quickly." She frowned, then pulled away and started fiddling with the buttons on her blouse.

Alan didn't realize it, but Susan was so aroused by that point that he could have just as easily talked her into a blowjob. He was too far gone to be thinking clearly and took her protests at face value despite the burning fire of passion in her eyes.

Susan didn't just lift her blouse a "tad," she arranged her blouse so all of it was above her collar bones, giving Alan a clear view of her mighty rack. She didn't know why, but of all things that turned her on, having her son stare at or fondle her bare breasts was at or near the top of her list.

The downside for Alan was that he was correct, his mother exposing herself like that DID speed things up for him. He'd been having a heck of a time trying not to cum too soon, and his recent and regular PC muscle exercises only helped some. As a result, the whole thing was over in five minutes. It end came upon him quickly. "I'm losing it, Mom! The cup! The cup!"

Susan fumbled around for the cup and positioned it just in time.

He cleanly ejaculated into the cup. No more words were said until he was done. In retrospect, he was disappointed that he mentioned the cup because he would have preferred to cum all over his mother. But on the other hand he worried that might have been pushing his luck too far.

When it was over, Susan stuffed his penis back into his underwear, buttoned her blouse back up, and then stood up. "Thank you, Tiger. I really needed that. I needed to make sure that I understood the importance of boundaries myself, and to prove to myself that last week was an aberration. I feel like I've passed a test, and even more so since you made it extra difficult for me. Looks like I'm not going to completely fall apart if you touch me."

She continued as she straightened out her clothes, "Next time, hopefully we'll have better luck getting you aroused, but overall it appears that you have the maturity to deal with your treatment without letting things get out of hand. Otherwise I was going to have to ask nurse Akami to take care of these checks. I'm sorry about some of these changes, but that's the way it has to be, do you understand?"

"Yes, of course," he replied. But he thought, If you only knew about what's happening between Katherine and me, what would you think about my ability to maintain boundaries then?

"Good. I suppose a little bit of visual stimulation didn't hurt anyone. And if you show that you can properly behave, then maybe next time I'll be willing to use my mouth, like we did before." That made it sound as if a blowjob would be a reward for him, but in fact it would have been even more of a pleasure for her. But she acted restrained in her demeanor. "Now, do you think that will hold you for a while?"

"Yeah, definitely. Now I'll be able to take care of myself for at least a day or two," he lied, sure of what Suzanne would want him to say. "I'll think about ... what we did here."

"A day or two?" Susan said incredulously. "Is that it? I can't believe it!"

"I'm sorry mom. But it's just... you're so arousing. The porn we bought, all that other stuff, it just doesn't compare. Suzanne is great, definitely way great, but somehow I find myself thinking of you. And when you're like, all 1800's and Amish, Suzanne has a real uphill battle getting me going at all."

Susan complained, "'All 1800's and Amish.' Come on. I'm not that bad."

"Well, that's true. Not any more, at least. I'll think about you not wearing any undies and that'll at least help a little." He was playing up his supposed difficulties in getting aroused when in fact he really was hardly having any trouble at all. In truth, Suzanne alone was endlessly arousing and he correctly suspected she had lots of tricks and talents she had yet to use on him. But for some reason, he didn't feel like he was lying, just stretching the facts.

Susan thought to herself for a minute, and thought again about Suzanne's plan of having Suzanne take care of him somewhere outside the house. She found that strangely disturbing and wanted to either be the one to help him directly or at least have it happen in her house. The locale was symbolically very important to her; when it took place in her house, she felt connected to the event. "Let me know how it goes, Tiger. Let's have good communication. Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure."

She smiled as he nodded back gratefully. Then she left the room.

Alan lay back on his bed and pondered what this latest development meant. I'll bet this event will be very important over the long run. Aunt Suzy told me Mom's return to her prudish ways would only be a temporary thing, and now it looks like she was right. Sweet! Today, Mom was trying to be all proper and clinical, but the fact is she's still jacking me off and she's still digging it, too! Double sweetness!

Given this and what she said last night, when Father leaves, we're bound to slide back to how it was before. If I play my cards right, I bet she'll eventually lose the rest of her holier-than-thou attitude, and become hot-to-trot all over again. I've seen that it's in her, and it has to come out.

Once that happens, the whole facade can finally be torn down. I'll be able to fuck my mom, my sister, and Aunt Suzy to my heart's content, in my own house! Amy is totally in the bag, too, if Suzanne is doing it already. Throw in Kim and God knows who else? Ms. Rhymer even? Imagine inviting my teacher over to my house for dinner, followed by a giant orgy! I'll be the only guy, and four, five, maybe six women will all be trying to pleasure me. It'll be like having my own harem! This is going to be great, and it's just a matter of time! All I have to do is stay on course and not do anything stupid, like get caught having sex with my sister.

He orgasmed again after reveling in his fantasies. Despite what he told his mother, he had no trouble at all climaxing six times a day, these days. True, his penis wasn't always up for it, but he had no lack of erotic thoughts driving him wild. He would have cum twenty or thirty times a day if time and his body would have allowed it.

CHAPTER 3

That evening, Susan and Ron went to play night tennis with each other. Tennis was one of the few things they actually did together. Susan felt conflicted being near Ron. On one hand, she felt guilty for having jacked off her son hours before, but on the other hand she suspected Ron of rampant adultery. She let out her frustrations by playing aggressively.

Not only was she in great shape and playing at the top of her game, but Ron was quite out of shape. Her maternal instincts kicked in. She prided herself on being a good wife, so when they were done playing she said to him, "Ron, honey, are you all right?"

He was panting badly as he clutched his side. "I'm just ... winded. ... I'll be... all right. ... Good game. ... First time ... you beat me."

But Susan said, "You're not all right! Frankly, you haven't looked yourself lately. What have you been doing in Thailand? Whatever it is, it sure isn't exercising."

He griped, "It's called getting old."

"Nonsense. Look at me and Suzanne. Would you believe I got carded the other day when I bought some wine at Trader Joe's? It's true. When did you have your last physical?"

"Uuuh, I don't remember." He was still bent over and gasping.

"You're having one now! I'm going to set one up for you and I don't want to hear you're too busy to go."

Ron just nodded.

Susan thought, AND, while he goes, I'll make sure he has a blood test. Then we'll be able to test him for STD's too. Heh-heh! It's not exactly a Suzanne scheme, but I'll bet Suzanne's gonna be proud of me for my cleverness!

Not long after they came home, Suzanne came over to see if circumstances would allow her to help Alan some more. She noticed Ron watching TV in the living room and wandered upstairs. She heard the stereo in Alan's room, which presumably meant he was studying, and she also heard Susan down the hall in her room just starting to take a shower.

An idea came to her head and she rushed back downstairs to Ron. She told him, truthfully, that her son Brad had been having trouble with his fantasy football team and needed advice. She knew Ron was a big football fan and correctly figured he'd volunteer to go over and help Brad. She further knew that when either of them got to talking about football it was nearly impossible to get them to shut up, so that meant Ron was out of the picture for a good while.

Then, giving Ron a minute or two head start, Suzanne rushed back to her own home, went to her private office there, and called the Plummer house.

Alan's bedroom door was slightly ajar, so he heard the phone ring in Susan's bedroom. Hearing the water running in the shower and the phone still ringing, he rushed over to her room to catch the phone before the answering machine took it. He made it just in time. "Plummer residence?"

Suzanne chuckled. She could tell it was Alan's voice, and there was no mistaking her scratchy voice, so she decided to have a little fun with him. "The Plummer residence? I'm not sure I have the right number. I'm looking for an Alan. I understand he needs to have his cock sucked."

Alan was so shocked by that that he was momentarily speechless, and just muttered, "Uh, ah..."

"Is this Alan?" she continued. "Because this is his friend Christine and I just wanted to know that I'm so sorry about turning him down for a date. I'm just standing here in my opened robe playing with my big breasts and thinking about how I need to make it up to him with blowjobs. Lots and lots of blowjobs!"

Alan was slow on the uptake, especially since his head was filled with an image of Christine playing with herself. He stated the blatantly obvious. "You're not Christine!"

"Oh, but I am. Whom am I speaking to? Is this Susan?"

"No, she's in the shower. Suzanne, I know that's you. I mean, come on. You didn't even try to sound like Christine. Heck, you don't even know what she sounds like. What's this all about?"

"But I AM Christine! And I need your help!"

Her plea for help sounded so urgent and sincere that Alan couldn't help but reply, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know! It's my body. You're the only man I can trust so I'm calling you!"

"But what is it? What's the problem?" Against his will, Alan found himself increasing drawn into the scenario. His vision of Christine talking on the phone grew increasingly clearer.

"It's like cats when they go in heat. It's just like that. I'm in heat! I need your help. I need you to come over here right away! My breasts! They're so... needy! They need a man's touch! I standing here in my room, naked, writhing with lust, but when I pull on my nipples it just doesn't do it! I need YOU! I want you to grope and maul them! Pull on my nipples HARD! And my pussy is even worse. It's on fire! I think the only thing that can cool it down is cum. Lots and lots of sticky man-cum! If you don't come over here and stick your big cock in my tight blonde little pussy, I think I'm gonna die! You just have to come here and fill all my holes, over and over, in and out and in and out with your big hard log, all night long!"

She gasped as if attacked. "OH! OH! Oh, my breasts! Oh, GOD! They need to get fucked too! Please, I'll do anything if you just come over here and fuck my tits! Oh God! Please! And then the blowjobs!"

Suzanne was getting herself increasingly worked up with her rapid fire sexy talk. She had to pause to catch her breath.

That gave Alan a chance to finally get a word in. He was extremely aroused, but deadpanned, "Suzanne, if you ever need any money, you could make a fortune as a phone sex operator. Jesus! That was like being hit by a truck! A full-on sex truck!"

She laughed. "I don't know what a 'full-on sex truck' is, but it sounds like fun. But you got me. I'm not Christine."

Alan laughed too. "No, you're not. You're pure sex and pure evil, too."

She chuckled. "There's maybe some truth in that. However, would you be less mad at me if I said I really am playing with my tits and I really am looking for you so I can help you with a blowjob?" She chuckled again, because she could hear him gulping with shock and arousal.

"Oh, man!" He stammered a bit and then said, "Aunt Suzy, God I'd love for you to help, and that Christine talk got me really worked up, although it would have been just as great if you were you, but you can't. Ron is here."

"No he's not. He's over here. He came over just a few minutes ago and he's gonna be here a while. He and Brad are talking about football and even my husband has joined in. I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"What?"

"I'll help you reach your target with a handjob or blowjob, but you have to ask your mother for her assistance first. But the offer's only good for the next five minutes. You snooze, you lose."

"But Aunt Suzy! She's taking a shower. How can I even ask? And you know how she is lately, especially since Ron came home. What's this all about?"

"She needs to get more involved 'cos I can't handle it by myself. I heard she helped you with an abnormality check earlier today, so you need to strike while the moment is hot. Not only that, but a shower is a perfect time. She's very susceptible to you when she's naked, believe me."

"But Suzanne. I can't just walk in there when she's naked and ask for help with an orgasm. That's craziness!"

"Think of it this way, Sweetie. It's win win. If you go in there and she says yes, then you're obviously a very happy camper. If you go in there and she says no, then you still get my help. AND you get to see her naked. The only way you lose is if you're too frightened to go in at all. Fortune favors the brave."

"But... but... Aunt Suzy! Grrr! You ARE evil!"

"Did I mention the five minutes has started already? Susan and I keep no secrets so don't try to wiggle through any loopholes. Oh, and you can't mention that I suggested any of this. Good luck!" She hung up the phone.

Standing in Susan's bedroom, he was already quite close to her adjoining shower. In fact, Susan probably could have heard his end of the phone call had the shower water not been running. Thinking about her showering there so close was very tempting. Furthermore, thinking about Suzanne's promises and her talk about Christine helping out had put him in such an excited mood that he was practically ready for anything.

Still, he thought too much to be naturally aggressive, and he found himself pacing back and forth in her room, wondering what to do.

He tried to think of some kind of reason to enter the bathroom while his mother still stood wet and naked. Even as I'm thinking, she's probably toweling herself off. Dang. I can't go in there on accident - this isn't the bathroom I normally use. Maybe I could say there's some kind of emergency? Nah. At best I'd get a quick look. ... There's something really wrong with me to even be standing here in this room, but I'm so horny that it's beyond unbearable.

Before long, the only thing he could think about was how his mother would look under the shower, seeing the water pouring down all over her glistening skin. But still he hesitated because he couldn't think of a good reason to go in there and violate her privacy.

Suddenly, the shower came to a stop.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Time is running out! Not to mention Aunt Suzy's five minute window. That could even be over already! I wonder what she's thinking. Today she actually told me she might give me a blowjob sometime soon. And she DID give me a handjob. Hey. Wait a minute. What did she say earlier today? "Tell me when it gets unbearable, and we'll do something, though it may not be what you figure." That's it. I'll just say I can't take it any more and see how she reacts. If worse comes to worst, she can't be THAT mad at me, can she?

Fortune does favor the brave! What the hell, I just have to do it!

CHAPTER 4

Alan knocked on the door before he could think of excuses not to act. "Hey Mom, are you showering in there?"

"Tiger? Is that you? No, I'm done showering."

Alan opened the door. He rushed in and hugged her before she had much chance to react.

"Alan?! What are you doing? I'm naked!" She wore a shower cap, but that was it.

"Sorry, Mom, I thought you said you were done showering."

"Yeah, but I'm still drying off! You have to leave this instant!"

"But Mom. You said I should tell you when it gets unbearable, and it got unbearable." He slid his body down until he knelt with one leg so his head rested between her boobs. He regretted the fact that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but there were limits to his daring.

"Already? But Tiger! I just helped you out a few hours ago. You said that would last you a while."

Alan was delighted. He was having a conversation talking into his mother's ample cleavage, and she wasn't pushing him away. His hands wrapped around her and held her by her lower back.

By contrast, her arms fluttered in the air as she didn't know what to do or how to get him away.

"Sorry, Mom, I can't help it! These things can't be controlled. I have raging teenage hormones and there's no telling when they'll strike." His words were muffled because his nose was deep in her cleavage.

"Alan Evan Plummer! Listen to me this instant! I am NOT going to give you a blowjob. That is final. Do you understand? Not even a handjob. You'll just have to fend for yourself. Ron is downstairs! Downstairs, I said!" She shivered at that thought, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Do you realize what that means? What if he walked up here right now? It would be the end of our marriage! A total disaster! Please peel yourself off me already!"

Alan was happy to hear his mother talk, because the longer she talked, the longer he could hold on. And he was partly right about the raging hormones - he really was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. "But Mom! He left to go talk football with Brad a few minutes ago. He'll be gone for a long time. And I can't help it. Please, Mom! I need some help. Some assistance! Maybe can I get your attention?"

His hands dropped to her ass and started mauling at her butt cheeks. Meanwhile he continued to nuzzle his face between her pillowy breasts.

"Tiger! Please! Get off me. Don't do that! Not in the ass crack, especially. Now isn't the time. And next door is still too close! He could come back at any time and I might not even hear. What about Suzanne? Can't you get her help?"

"But she isn't here," he pointed out. "I have needs right now, big needs! My dick is so hard it hurts!" He licked some drops of water off of her left boob. His tongue worked its way towards her nipple.

Susan freaked out; she worried that if his mouth made it to her nipple and he started suckling her there, she'd lose all control. She decided she had to disengage from his greedy grasp before that happened and tried to wiggle away. "Okay. I'll give her a call, since it's such an emergency. Here. Let me go by."

Alan reluctantly let go and watched her walk naked to the telephone that was beside her bed. He went to the bathroom door and then the bedroom door and locked them both from the inside, then returned to his blatant gawking.

She started dialing Suzanne's number and then realized she was still in the buff. She turned away from Alan and sat on the bed.

That limited his view of her, but he still got to enjoy her bare back. But her backside alone was a very impressive sight. He rarely got to see all of her back because her long brown hair was usually covering most of it, but she had her hair up in a shower cap so he marveled at her shoulder blades and long, shapely neck. He was so out of control horny that the urge to explore her body was almost overwhelming.

"Hello? Suzanne?"

"Yes?"

"We have a problem here. It's about Alan. He says he needs assistance right away. It's urgent! Can you come over here and lend him a hand?" She blushed as her words sank in, and then corrected herself. "Um, I didn't mean that literally. Well, actually, that is kind of what I do mean, but I didn't mean to say... Uh, anyway, the point is, you're needed over here. Okay?"

Part of Suzanne's motive for her on the fly scheme was to push Alan to develop more aggressiveness, so she was delighted that he'd done as she had hoped. But of course she acted as if she didn't know anything and said, "Just a second. Call me back on my cell phone."

"But-" Susan found herself listening to a disconnect signal.

She rapidly dialed the other number and got a hold of Suzanne again. "Suzanne, is that you? What was that about?"

Suzanne replied, "I can't talk about tending to Alan when Brad is in the same room. It's too weird, not to mention dangerous. Anyway, I'm in a safe spot now, so what's up?"

Alan meanwhile had walked around so he could see his favorite parts of Susan on her front side.

She crossed her legs to cover up her pussy and put an arm over her chest. Happily for Alan, she needed her other hand and arm to hold the phone. "It's Alan. It's like he's gone crazy. He's standing here with me in my bedroom and I'm naked and he's not! You have to help!"

Suzanne cooed, "Oooh! That sounds hot. Are you excited?"

Susan was hot as a furnace. The way Alan was devouring her with his eyes was almost unbearable. Her legs kept trying to spread apart by themselves and she wanted to thrust her chest out and scream, "Suck on these!" But instead she cried into the phone, "SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! That's irrelevant. By the way, is Ron over there right now?"

"As a matter of fact, he is. I think he's going to be here for quite a while. The men are having a big football pow-wow. Why do you ask?"

"Look, can you come over here right away and take care of my Tiger's big problem?"

Suzanne was having fun teasing Susan a little bit. She could picture Alan standing and staring while Susan squirmed and blushed while talking naked on the phone, and she figured the longer she could draw that out, the more aroused everyone would get. So she asked, "When you say big problem, are you referring to his big erection?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure he's erect right now?"

Alan was standing right next to Susan by now and could just manage to make out what Suzanne was saying to her. Inspired by the question, he adjusted his shorts, causing his erection to poke out the bottom. Because they were short shorts, about half of its length stuck out.

Susan stared and panted, "God yes!"

"How do you know?" Suzanne prodded. "Are you staring at his fat thickness right in front of you?"

"Yes! YES! I can see a good three or four inches of magnificent man-" She interrupted herself. "But that's not the point! I need your help right away!"

"Okay, sure," Suzanne replied. "But what's the big rush?"

Susan didn't want to admit the real reason: she was so aroused that she feared she wouldn't me able to control herself much longer. She had visions of dropping the phone and lunging forward, tackling Alan to the ground in a mad frenzy to get his shorts off. She nearly screamed, "Please come over NOW!" But then she calmed herself and glared at Alan. "You can't wait because Alan is being insistent and demanding like some kind of prima donna."

"All right. I'll be right over."

Blaming all her conflicted emotions and raging desires on her son, Susan vented to him in the guise of speaking to Suzanne. "Thanks. Thanks a million. Isn't he something else? You should've seen his impetuous and spoiled behavior today. Frankly I'm disappointed in him. He needs to learn how to control himself and respect others."

The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. Suddenly shamed, he hung his head like all the spirit had been sucked out of him. No longer listening closely, he couldn't hear Suzanne, but he heard Susan say, "I know. I know. ... Okay. ... Well, I'll see you soon."

Then she hung up. Now she could cover her ample chest with both arms, and did so. She chided, "Okay, Son, Suzanne will be over soon. Are you happy? We're lucky she happens to be available on such short notice. You've been rude to both of us and, had your father been here, it could have been disastrous for all of us. This is exactly the sort of unthinking, selfish, and reckless behavior which I was afraid of, so I hope you feel good about yourself. Can you please give me some privacy now?"

Alan dropped his head even lower. His erection could no longer be seen because it shriveled back up into his shorts. "Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. Please tell her she doesn't have to come over. Really. Please. She can't help now, 'cos whatever mood I was in, it died for good."

He started to walk off to his room like he was headed to his own execution. But he paused, turned, and said with sincere anguish, "Mom, I'm sorry for being pushy and invading your privacy. But having to do it six times a day, it's not easy! I wish you wouldn't hate me and say such hurtful things. I can't help my condition." He turned and kept walking.

Now Susan felt bad. "Wait!"

He froze just as he was about to reach her bedroom door.

"I'm sorry I was so harsh, Tiger. But you have to understand, there's a time and a place for everything. What were you thinking? All I can help you with are the abnormality checks, once a week. The rest of the time, Suzanne may be able to help here and there, but your problem is hardly the most important thing in the world. You're forgetting about other people and what's important for them."

Alan hated disappointing his mother more than just about anything. He couldn't bear to even look her way and had to fight the urge not to break down and cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I love you so much. And I look at you and I get so aroused, I really don't know what to do! I mean, how many boys have mothers with E-cup breasts? And I don't know how they measures asses or backs or feet or smiles, but whatever part of your body they'd measure it would get a perfect score! How can I handle that?! You're just too hot for me not to want you!" He made a few sobbing sounds as it became more difficult for him not to burst into tears.

Susan stood up, still naked, and rushed to him. Coming at him from the back, she covered him in a big hug. "Awww, my cutie Tiger. That's so sweet. Mom isn't mad at you. Don't cry." She gently rocked his body with hers like she was rocking a baby crib. "Don't cry," she purred as her voice grew softer.

His urge to cry did in fact fade as he felt her love pouring into him via her tender hug. He started to feel a lot better all over. In fact, in less than half a minute his erection sprang back to life, thanks to the way her naked body was all over his like an octopus.

She continued to lecture him, but in soothing tones. "Tiger, I love you, but don't forget the boundaries, okay? If you really need some visual stimulation from me I suppose that's okay, but you can't just wander into my private bathroom and ask for assistance any time you like, like you're some kind of lord! Especially not when Ron is near by. That's insanity. If he's anywhere in California that's far too close for me because he could never understand the complexities of why you need certain highly unusual types of help. I don't mean to be rude, but you really need to go."

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I'll go."

"Do you still want me to send Suzanne over?"

"No thanks. Tell her sorry, but-"

With perfect timing, they heard the doorbell ring. Obviously it was Suzanne, who could come over at a minute's notice if need be. After all, she lived right next door.

"There she is," Susan said as she gently pressed her nipples into Alan's T-shirt. "She's interrupted her time with her son just to help you out, so can't you at least try to be accommodating?""

Without leaving Susan's embrace, Alan turned around so he could look his mother in the eye. That led to a new and more stimulating alignment of body parts. Most notably, Alan's erection pressed against Susan's lower abdomen hotly and firmly, just as if his shorts between them weren't there at all. "I don't know, Mom. I can't just turn it on and off at will, you know."

She giggled. "But it's definitely 'on' right now, isn't it? You're such a BIG boy," she purred.

He said honestly, "That's all 'cos of you, Mom. When I leave this room, I don't know... I'll probably lose it. I feel bummed about what I did."

"Well, don't feel too bad. Just respect the boundaries and everything will be fine. I'll tell you what: if you're good in the next day or two, I promise I'll help you out with my hands even before next Tuesday's abnormality check. How's that for inspiration?"

Alan's face lit up into a big smile. "Wow, Mom! Awesome! You're so great." He hugged her tighter.

CHAPTER 5

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Susan? Alan? I can hear you in there. Can I come in?"

The two of them turned and stared at the door. They would have panicked except instantly they realized the scratchy voice could only belong to Suzanne. And it made sense that she would have found herself upstairs by now.

After Susan got over her initial shock, she said, "Suzanne?! I'm not decent."

However, her words came too late because Alan was within reach of the doorknob, and at the same time she spoke, he unlocked it and opened it. "Hi, Suzanne."

Susan's first reaction was to flee and cover herself up, but Alan's opening of the door was so fast and unexpected that she realized that in the time she had, breaking the hug would only expose herself even more. Since Alan was between her and the door, Suzanne wouldn't be able to see much of her, though it was painfully obvious that she was fully naked.

Suzanne walked in. She smiled and teased them playfully, "Well, well, well. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No! Absolutely nothing!" Susan protested as she squeezed herself closer to her son. "Nothing at all! It's not like it looks! Uh... We're just having a little talk."

"Normally, I would have to snicker about that, but I won't. Besides, I heard a little bit through the door just now. Something about my Sweetie not needing me after all?" Acting as if it was no big deal that Susan was completely nude, Suzanne closed and locked the door behind her and walked past the hugging duo to sit down on the edge of Susan's bed.

Susan, with Alan's happy cooperation, jostled him bit by bit so the two of them could pivot some without breaking their hug. They kept at it until Alan was between Suzanne and Susan again. Susan didn't want Suzanne staring at her naked backside.

All the while, Susan's body pressed into Alan's in the most delightful ways. He especially loved how her boobs seemed to envelop his whole chest. He could actually feel heat coming from her nipples through his thin T-shirt.

As they shuffled around, Susan said to Suzanne while blushing profusely, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm naked..."

"Nah. I got it on the phone. I gather Alan burst into your room while you were naked and you haven't had a chance to put your clothes back on. Not a problem. We'll just have to take care of the horny bugger." She beckoned Alan closer with a crook of her finger.

Alan immediately disengaged and went to Suzanne.

That left Susan without any cover. She rushed back to the bathroom and got herself a big yellow towel. Wrapping herself in it as a temporary measure, she went back into her adjoining bedroom.

Suzanne had been busy in Susan's brief absence. When Susan walked back in, she found Alan and Suzanne sitting next to each other, both fully dressed, except Alan's fly was unzipped and Suzanne was jacking him off with both hands.

"Suzanne! What do you think you're doing?!"

Suzanne loved to tease. Her tone was joking but friendly. "Susan, you should know what this is called by now. You can say I'm jacking him off. Or you can call it a handjob."

"I know THAT! But I mean, in my bedroom! And Ron! You can't do it here 'cos this is his bedroom too!"

"Susan, as for this being his bedroom, come on, look around. Do you see any signs of him except for a picture or two?"

Horrified, Susan noticed a big wedding picture of Ron and her taken on their wedding day. Feeling like Ron was staring at her through the picture, she walked over and placed it face down.

Meanwhile, Suzanne was saying, "He spends more time sleeping in airports than he sleeps here. This is YOUR room, decorated just how YOU like it. I'm the one helping Alan with his problem at the moment, not you, so what's the problem? And I told you Ron will be busy for a while. The guys'll probably be gabbing for an hour or more about quarterbackers and linebacks and all that stuff."

Even though Suzanne was driving Alan wild with two hands sloshing their way up and down his erection, he felt the need to correct her statement. "Quarterbacks and linebackers, actually, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne winked. "It's true that I hate football, but I knew that much at least. I was just testing ya."

Alan decided that was probably true, since he believed Suzanne was knowledgeable about most everything.

Susan stood transfixed for long moments, just staring at Suzanne's stroking fingers and only barely hearing the explanation about Ron having left. With a large towel around her she at least looked covered up, but she didn't feel covered up. The towel was wrapped tightly around the top of her breasts, but fell loosely the rest of the way down. It still felt like she was effectively naked, especially in her lower privates because the towel hung a few inches off her body and didn't even touch her ass cheeks. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking and it seemed like everyone could see the rivulets flowing down from it. To add to her consternation, one of the few places where the towel touched her was at her nipples, and the rough terry cloth material rubbed against them in agonizingly delightful ways with every move she made.

But she hardly noticed those things because she was so absorbed watching the handjob in action. She did just manage to have enough wits left to complain, "Suzanne, this isn't right. Even if Ron's gone, you can't do this here, like that."

Suzanne pretended to misunderstand. "You're right. Alan's big slab of man meat could blow like Pompeii at any second, and we could make a big mess. God knows that thing squirts like a public fountain. Susan, could you be a dear and take off my blouse? You know what they say about spilling one's seed on the ground. Thank goodness our faces and chests are here to save him from sin."

Susan walked forward as if in a trance. She stood next to Suzanne, who obligingly turned a little, and unbuttoned her blouse from the backside. That put her in much closer proximity to the handjob. She could hear every last juicy squish as Suzanne's magic fingers worked their way up and down.

Suzanne, still acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, asked Susan, "Could you take the bra off too? Can you believe I came over here in such a rush that I didn't even have time to take my bra off? And it's such an expensive black lace bra, too. When Sweetie shoots his hot jizz all over my chest I don't want to ruin it."

Still feeling like a zombie or under some enchantment, Susan undid the blouse and then got to work on removing the bra. She had tucked the two ends of the towel tightly together at the top of her cleavage, and that left a potential gap right down the middle of her front side. She was in such an erotic fog that she didn't realize that the way she was standing caused that gap to open up.

Alan, however, definitely noticed. Even though he'd just seen and felt a lot of naked Susan a few minutes before, his eyes bugged out as he stared at his mother's bush through the gap in the towel. Getting sneak peaks were somehow even better than seeing full on nudity.

When Suzanne came over, she had just expected to meet Alan in his room and give him a blowjob, and that would be it. She had no idea a situation like this would arise, but since it did, she was rolling with the punches. Her goal was to speed up the reigniting of Susan's lust for her son. She worried things were moving too quickly and could cause another setback, but Susan had already informed her (in clinical terms) of the abnormality check earlier in the day, so Suzanne figured the odds were good Susan was already well on her way.

With that in mind, Suzanne said, "Susan, isn't it just amazing how long it takes for Alan to cum? I mean, here we are, and if you believe all the hype, we're both centerfold material. I'm topless, you're flashing your pussy, and I'm stroking Alan's massive log with both hands, and he STILL is holding out on us! How do you do it, Sweetie?"

Susan, hearing the mention about flashing her pussy, immediately straightened up and held her towel to close up the gap. Since she'd finished taking off Suzanne's bra she didn't know what to do with herself and just remained there with her hand on a corner of the towel to make sure the gap didn't open up again.

Suzanne knew Susan would do that when she said that. But she also knew that Susan would get even more aroused knowing that Alan had been looking at her pussy, and furthermore, Suzanne had seen Alan looking at her pussy. In fact, Susan was such a raging inferno of lust by this time that the rivulets of pussy juice started to show below the bottom edge of her big towel.

Alan noticed the rivulets as well. He was so aroused that it seemed the room was spinning and he might pass out any second. He'd heard Suzanne's question and tried to form an answer, but his mind felt like mush. "Um... I, uh... The PC muscle..." He was practically hyperventilating too, making it all the more remarkable he could say even that much.

Suzanne picked up what he said and talked on his behalf. "Did you say the PC muscle? So you're doing your exercises. Excellent! Are you practicing right now even as both my hands are flying up and down your marvelous pole?"

Alan just nodded.

"How delightful. I can tell you must be practicing religiously and it's paying off already because, look. What if I do this?"

Suzanne knew some special moves where she could place the tips of her fingers in his most sensitive spots, like the piss hole. Her fingers fanned out and covered all of his most arousing zones with the skill of an acupuncturist. Her fingers worked on his scrotum as well, and even the surprisingly sensitive perineum (the space between the penis and anus).

Alan groaned as her fingers did all her tricks at once. It was like he'd been slugged in the chest, but by a wave of pure pleasure. Somehow he managed not to cum, but he didn't know how.

(In fact, Suzanne had rapidly moved some of her fingers to squeeze tightly at the base of his penis to cut off the orgasm just before it started, because she knew he couldn't hold on after that assault given his current state. Alan was so close to passing out that he didn't even notice.)

Nonetheless, Suzanne was honestly impressed by his staying power. "Susan, this is remarkable! He's cum so far in such a short time, so to speak! Heh-heh-heh! If we don't watch out, we could be here for hours. Can you just picture Ron's face if he came in here and saw my fists sliding up and down his son's big thick monster cock with you naked on your knees, masturbating in front of us? Talk about a surprise!"

"Suzanne! That's so improper!" Susan protested. But the visual picture Suzanne presented was so hot that Susan found herself climaxing all of a sudden.

Caught unawares, her knees buckled and she fell to a squatting position on the floor. As she did, the precariously tucked towel fell open and dropped to the floor around her. Ironically and more or less by pure chance, Susan found herself in nearly the exact position Suzanne had just described. She realized this and it only made her that much more insanely aroused as waves of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her.

Alan had already been on the precipice of a great climax when Suzanne started to describe how it would look if Ron found them. That started to push him over the edge. But as he began to lose control, he saw Susan collapse and her towel fall away as if she was kneeling before him to worship his erection, and he truly and completely lost it. Such arousing sights and sounds all around him was too much for any human being to endure without cumming hard.

As he started to shoot off, Suzanne repositioned herself, dropping her face into his lap and swallowing his entire penis head in one gulp. She bobbed up and down frantically on his stiff pole as he shot his load into her mouth. She worried that taking it in the mouth in front of Susan was going too far, but she was more worried about Ron coming back and finding his bedroom smelling of a strange man's cum. So she very cleanly swallowed all but a few drops.

Alan was so overcome with orgasmic joy that he actually passed out briefly. His upper body turned to jelly and he started to slump over until Suzanne caught him and held him in place, causing him to wake up. Happily, he didn't miss much. The waves of pleasure washed through him relentlessly until he felt like he'd died and been reborn several times over.

When he grew aware of his surroundings again, he found himself leaning into Suzanne's side as she sat next to him. Susan was on the floor in front of him, sprawled out, nude, and completely passed out. Multiple orgasms hit her so relentlessly that she finally couldn't take it any more and lost consciousness.

Suzanne gently stroked his upper arm as the two of them watched Susan's chest rise and fall with each breath. "Have fun, Sweetie?" She laughed because the answer was so obvious.

She spoke freely to Alan about Susan, knowing that Susan was completely zonked out and even lightly snoring. "Just look at her. I'd have to say your mother has fallen off the fuddy duddy wagon in a big way. Most women never had an orgasm like the one she just had in their entire lives. I think it's safe to say she's hooked on sperm and orgasms like that and her fall back to her old ways phase is over. Just look at all that naked motherly goodness that's going to be yours to play with. Look at that juicy pussy. Mmmm. Yum."

Alan was still so out of it he could barely string a sentence together. "Aunt Suzy. Don't say that." He was concerned she'd arouse him yet again while he was still too tired to stand.

But Suzanne didn't listen. She readjusted herself so his head drifted into her pillowy breasts instead of leaning against her side. Even though it was the back of his head facing her cleavage instead of his face, it still felt great for the both of them.

She said, "I gather you got her upset just before I got here by being too aggressive. I'm surprised at you. Remember: don't push your luck. Trust ol' Aunt Suzy on how to proceed. You just have too much cock for me to handle all by my lonesome self and we're going to need Susan's help. Let me bring her along, and before you know it your mother and I will be taking turns blowing and stroking you every couple of hours. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Alan just moaned affirmatively. There was an incredulous tone to the sounds he was making because her suggestion sounded too good to even fantasize about. Yet he couldn't deny the reality of seeing Susan laying there, the post-orgasmic bliss still evident in her face.

Suzanne helped him stand up before he was really ready to go anywhere. She playfully slapped him on the butt. "Time to get a move on. This was far too risky, to be honest. Susan was right about that. There's really no telling when Ron will come back and I've got to do some serious damage control first. But boy, was that worth the risk! Don't you agree?"

Alan nodded his head as he staggered off to take a shower. He was so orgasmically shattered that he operated by rote.

Suzanne, meanwhile, did have a lot of damage control to take care of. After dressing, she woke Susan and assisted her to a shower as well. Then, while Susan showered, she cleaned up the bedroom. She opened windows and used copious amounts of air freshener to rid the room of any sexual smells. She even dimmed the lights and lit some candles so the smell of melting wax could serve as an olfactory distraction.

When Susan finally came out of the shower, she again wore nothing but same the big yellow towel as before. She dragged herself to her bed and lay down under the bed sheets. She was too tired to even move the towel.

Suzanne was still there, ready to work on the mental damage control.

Susan was despondent. "Suzanne, how could I? What happened just now, it was so wrong! So very improper!"

But Suzanne came back with, "Why? What happened? I gave Alan a handjob because he seriously needed one. Doctor's orders. There's nothing wrong with that and in fact it's a very good thing, a big step to his getting back on track with his daily target. You gave him a heaping helping of visual stimulation. Again, doctor approved, nothing wrong with that. You didn't touch him improperly; you didn't do anything wrong at all."

"But I felt it pressed against me when we were hugging," Susan complained. "That counts as touching. And did you see me at the end? I... I... I had a tingle! A strong tingle! It's so wrong!" She shamefully covered her face with her hands, even though it was a big effort to do so in her noodle-like completely drained state.

"Now, now," Suzanne soothed. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. I keep telling you, as long as we have to help Alan with his treatment, why can't we enjoy it? That's no sin! It would be stupid to force ourselves to suffer. 'Tingles' are nice. Why run from them?"

She lied as she went on, "Besides, Alan was so far gone by that time that he didn't notice you falling to the floor. He has no idea that you collapsed in a naked orgasmic heap. In fact, he completely passed out himself. I picked him up and carried him to his own bathroom before he woke up. So as far as he knows, you just stayed there watching dressed like you are now, in that big towel."

"Really?" Susan could have swore she saw Alan staring at her on the floor while Suzanne's head bobbed up and down over his long stiff prick, but now she wasn't sure if that was real or her fevered imagination.

"Really."

I must have been fantasizing. Hallucinating? Maybe I'd passed out already. Yeah, I probably had passed out and was dreaming. Thank goodness too, because that was so depraved and out of control. And still I feel bad about it, even if Alan couldn't see everything.

She said, "But Ron! What about Ron? I feel so horrible! If my husband only knew what we're doing here, he'd kill me."

"Look. There's no point in telling Ron about Alan's medical treatment because guys can be irrational about those kinds of things. But in any case, Ron has no right to be angry about anything you do. Don't forget about all of his blatant cheating overseas. You're just being a good mother, helping your son in his time of need. As you get better at it, you'll be able to control your feelings better too."

"But... But... It just doesn't feel right. Anything that feels that good, it HAS to be a sin."

Suzanne laughed. "I really like your parents generally speaking, but they seriously messed you up about some things." She went to the candles she'd lit and blew them out, leaving the room in near total darkness. "It's late and you're exhausted. Go to sleep and we'll talk about it some more tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." Susan felt like she was a little girl and Suzanne was her mother tucking her in. Suzanne even went to Susan's dresser, got out her nightgown, handed it to her, and then took her towel away.

Susan worried about Ron coming to bed and finding her naked, so she just managed to get her nightgown on. But she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Soul-shattering multiple orgasms were extremely tiring.

Suzanne then took a shower too. She left the Plummer house feeling extremely good about herself. Her impromptu scheme worked as well as she could have hoped for. True, it was a bit bumpy and risky for a while: when she'd arrived less than an hour before, it seemed like Susan and Alan were having a big set back in their sexual development due to Alan's unusual loss of mental control. But by the time she left that incident was nearly forgotten by everyone and all of Susan's great orgasms brought Suzanne's ultimate plans that much closer to fruition. Now she could openly talk to Susan about sex and bring her along a lot faster.

She chuckled to herself when she got home and saw Ron, Eric, and Brad still hanging out in the living room and arguing about football statistics. She thought, Ron, poor Ron. If you only knew what goes on in your house right under your nose! But then again you deserve it all and then some for what you did to Susan. The chickens will all come home to roost. I'll see to that, that's for sure.

CHAPTER 6 (Wednesday, Oct. 24)

The next day was a relatively sex-free day for Alan, by his recent standards. It was almost like any other school day, but with a few exceptions. For one, he briefly spoke with Ms. Rhymer after class ended.

"Young man," she said, "I noticed your concentration is all over the map. One day you're focused, the next day you're on some other planet. Are you having trouble with your, uh, medical treatment?"

"No, I'm making my daily quota without problem now. My only problem is that I get so excited in school. You know, hanging out at lunch with all the pretty women, and then seeing their cute bodies later in P.E. I'm really hopeless!"

"So I guess what you're saying," concluded Ms. Rhymer, "is that you could really use some relief right around lunchtime."

"Yeah, I guess. I get, I dunno what you call it, blue balls. I'm so used to quickly relieving myself that it's getting to be a problem." Given what he saw Ms. Rhymer do yesterday, he tried to frame his explanation so it could lead to an offer for her to "help him out."

"Hmm... This seems to be a real problem, young man. I think you and I need to discuss this in more detail. However, it looks like you have to run to lunch and I do too. I'd like to help you out... in some kind of way. Why don't we meet after school and discuss it in more detail? Can you come to my classroom, say, after school tomorrow?"

Alan thought about that. He was solidly booked. That's when I to go over to Kim's house and fuck my sister! If Ms. Rhymer only knew! She'd hate me for sure. Friday was better, though he had an appointment with nurse Akami at five. I think I can squeeze you in before that, Teach, he thought in a naughty frame of mind. Or maybe, you'll squeeze me in between your legs, heh-heh!

More and more, Alan's genial nature was being replaced by a lustful one.

But on the outside none of this showed. "How about Friday," he asked in a level tone.

"Okay, Friday then," the teacher answered.

"That sounds great. You're right, I do have to run. But I'll be there on Friday. Later!" He skipped out the door.

The irony of the situation was that Ms. Rhymer was in no position to chastise Alan for loss of concentration. Ever since she'd heard about Alan's big sexual needs to climax many times a day, she'd begun to drift away into fantasies in class more and more, thinking about helping him. One part of her brain would teach by rote while another part would daydream about having sex with him.

In the past couple of days she'd even begun to expose herself during Alan's class, but she always did it just out of eyesight of her students. For instance, she would pull up her dress and pull down her panties while she sat at her desk or behind the podium. She ran a big risk that she would eventually get found out, but that only drove her erotic feelings even higher. She fantasized about calling Alan up to speak to her so that he alone could see her nakedness, but she dared not actually do so.

Then, yesterday she'd blatantly stroked a ruler like it was a twelve inch penis, right in front of all of her students. True, they were all looking down while frantically working on a test, but she loved the thrill.

She didn't want to actually get caught by any of her other students, only Alan. That's why she would only pull these stunts in her fourth period class, because it was the idea of Alan seeing her that turned her on.

Nobody noticed, but that very day she lectured behind the podium for a few minutes with her bush completely exposed and pointed directly at the class.

Only the podium in the way prevented what would have no doubt been a huge scene with administrators and possibly even security rushing into her class and sending her away. If the podium were just a few inches lower, she would have been in grave danger.

But she just couldn't help it. The idea of physically helping Alan with his need to cum every day during lunch had taken hold of her and was making her do crazy things. She had no greater fantasy than making it with one of her students and now that fantasy was close to really happening, if she allowed it to. She had little doubt Alan would gladly accept now that he was clearly no longer a shy and scared boy, but more of a sexually mature man.

She fantasized that Alan would come up to the front of the class on some pretext. Perhaps he would be co-teaching a particular lesson. He would see her nakedness and not react at all, except to slightly smile. Then, casually and assuredly, he would stand right next to her and pet her pussy.

The class would be none the wiser as his fingers explored their way into her slit. She would continue to point at the chalkboard and teach without any hint of disturbance. But inside she would be burning up, utterly consumed by lust.

Alan would sense her growing need. Dropping to the floor, he would hide inside and behind the podium. She would press right up to the edge of it, and below that edge his head would bury itself into her sex and madly lick her. Of course to have the students simply forget Alan was hidden inside the podium would never happen in real life, but such things didn't matter in her fevered fantasies.

In fact, with each imagining, such dreams grew more and more unbelievable. Glory herself would drop behind the podium as well, and the two of them would madly kiss and tear each other's clothes off.

By that point, Ms. Rhymer would typically lose track of her teaching as she fell further and further into her fantasy world. Suddenly she would snap to, and hastily pull her panties up and her skirt down. So far this had happened three times, and each time she was left frustrated, just short of orgasm.

The only exception was the orgasm she had in class the day before after stroking the ruler. She realized she'd gone too far that day, and promised herself not to do it again. She didn't notice that Alan had realized what she'd done by looking at the reflection in the window. She would have been extremely embarrassed had he found out how badly she wanted him.

Alan was slightly late to his meeting with Kim and Katherine. He finished a touch up job on their butts in the supply closet within minutes. Despite the no-touching rule, he was obliged to finger Kim briefly until her pussy lips became engorged enough for him to check the paint job there.

Katherine, to her intense frustration, found that she was already so aroused that Alan didn't have to touch her. Everyone was very restrained, but clearly the anticipation amongst all of them was intense over what would happen tomorrow.

Cheerleading practice went as usual for Kim and Katherine. Heather kept her promise with Kim to wait until Thursday, and had no special tricks in store.

Katherine and Kim were still very much in danger of discovery by the other cheerleaders, however. They couldn't help but look at each other's paint jobs much more than they should have. They tried not to bend over around others, however sometimes they got too excited. Doing cheerleading routines while "commando" was a huge turn on, and the sight of beautiful cheerleaders bending and stretching all around them only fueled their lusts. (Kim already considered herself lesbian and Katherine was rapidly discovering bisexual desires, especially towards Amy.) Both of them purposely flashed each other when they guessed they could get away with it. It became a secret and very dangerous game, given that Heather was there. But again luck held for them.

However, both Kim and Katherine assumed that cheerleader practice would finally be a blast in their next meeting, since Thursday meant Heather could finally do what she willed with Katherine.

Meanwhile, Alan thought to himself while he daydreamed in class, Tomorrow, not only do I have to look forward to having sex for the very first time, and with my sister no less, but I'm also guessing something kinky will happen while doing the painting during lunch, too. On top of that, I've got a special meeting with Ms. Rhymer after school on Friday, and then an appointment with Akami at five on the same afternoon! Sweetness. Could life get any better?

CHAPTER 7

Wednesday was also the day Susan and Suzanne held the first of what they hoped would be a regular weekly card game with Brenda. The two best friends liked playing cards, but usually only with each other. But Suzanne wanted to have the buxom divorcee Brenda around the house more, for Alan's sake, and she thought it would be good to have more formal card games too. So they planned to get together every Wednesday and play bridge, poker, hearts, and the like.

Susan wasn't thrilled, but she realized that playing cards with a foursome was better than with a twosome. Katherine rounded out the group. They figured that if she wasn't available, Amy could also be the fourth. Suzanne privately boasted to Susan, "No matter which one is the fourth, our card game will represent the greatest collection of boobs since Hugh Hefner opened up the Playboy Mansion." She hadn't exaggerated much with that boast.

Brenda came over right on time, and soon Susan and Suzanne were playing bridge against Katherine and Brenda. As they played, the obvious fact that all four of them were so well-endowed came up, and they spent a lot of time talking about the plusses and minuses of having extremely large boobs.

The issue was especially pertinent to Brenda. Even though Brenda was a good six inches shorter than the nearly six-foot-tall Susan and Suzanne, her boobs were both relatively and absolutely bigger. Brenda's tits were so big that they dominated her life in many ways. For instance, she never had to hold a job, as she could coast through life getting everything she wanted from men who were enamored with her body. With her recent divorce settlement, she in fact was now a multimillionaire, and trying to figure out what she would do with her life once the divorce went through.

Brenda loved to talk to Susan and Suzanne about boobs and related issues, because she'd never had friends stacked enough to be able to relate to her situation (Katherine, despite her sizable hooters, was largely a quiet observer to these boob discussions).

Brenda's tits were a great boon for her, but also a great curse. For instance, she could never really trust any relationship with a man, even platonic ones. Were they just interested in her cute, busty look and not her personality? She could never know. In fact, she had virtually no women friends at all due to jealousy and envy.

The boobs even caused physical problems: she could hardly run at all without a bra, and her back sometimes hurt. She was forced to exercise regularly because if she didn't her back pains would be much more frequent.

She was amazed at how much Suzanne and Susan avoided some of these problems, though admittedly it was mostly because they stuck together for friendship and didn't get out much. Brenda loved this new card game tradition, because it gave her a rare opportunity to just be "one of the girls" and not worry about her overwhelming appearance.

Although she didn't even realize it herself, the truth was Brenda was desperately lonely. Most of her friends were also her husband's friends, and in the divorce she was falling away from them. In fact, she was nearly completely bereft of real friends at the moment, aside from her head maid and her only son. To find other kind women so similar to her was a real godsend.

But it turned out the atmosphere didn't stay female only. After they had played for several hours, Alan came by the dining room area and did his best to furtively check Brenda out. The visual impact of Brenda on Alan was just what Suzanne had expected. Her obscenely large tits were something new to him, and he couldn't help but linger around the card game and try to get a (mental) grasp on how big Brenda's tits were.

Brenda was doubly-cursed, or blessed, depending on one's perspective. Not only did she have gargantuan tits, but she also had long and pointy nipples which seemingly could poke through steel. She wore the thickest bras she could find, but there was seemingly no use in hiding them. There was almost nothing she could wear, not even a loose sweater, that her nipples didn't make themselves aggressively visible in.

And that was when the nipples weren't erect. As Brenda complained to them later, one of the biggest problems with her nipples was that everyone who saw her assumed she was aroused with erect nipples, when in fact that was their normal state. It didn't help that she lived in constantly warm and sunny Southern California, where there was rarely any need to even wear a sweater and it was awkward to dress in layers.

But still she did her best to always cover her chest. For instance, on this day she tried to wear a thick, high-collared shirt and business jacket.

Alan's eyes nonetheless were drawn to her tits and nipples like a magnet. He thought, Dang, it's like she's hiding two beach balls under there. This is where it's at, man. Mature, curvy, and sexually experienced women. Sweetness.

Brenda was lucky she also had a very pretty face, or she practically would never have been able to make eye contact with anyone at all.

The four buxom women had a grand time playing cards. They all got quite tipsy and giggly.

Brenda got easily annoyed at men who ogled her chest, and fully expected to get angry at Alan. But to her surprise, he spent just as much time admiring the looks of the other three women, even though she knew one was his sister and another was his mother. She found that odd, and also found herself annoyed by the relative lack of attention. She was chagrined to find that she always fought to be ignored, and now that she was being somewhat ignored she fought to be the center of attention.

Being ignored, even in a relative sense, was something she was completely unfamiliar with because she'd never had serious female competition like these women. Somehow that drew her closer to them. It was like she'd finally discovered the "impossibly gorgeous women club" and wanted to be a member. It was both a chance for her to be treated relatively normal for once and also latch on to an entirely new group of fun-loving friends after going through a painful time with her divorce.

Alan was just an observer and eventually left, but the card players went on all afternoon until finally Susan's husband Ron came home and griped about being hungry.

So Susan had to cook a late dinner, and Suzanne had to go home and cook for her family as well. But by the end of their day together, they had all become tight friends. Even Susan, who was initially reluctant about getting to know Brenda better, looked forward with anticipation to another round of cards next week.

Suzanne was pleased. She wasn't sure where this scheme with Brenda was going or why she did it, exactly. She had the vague vision of herself in an orgy, fucked by Alan on one end, and sucking on Brenda's tits on the other. But she had a long way to go before she could hope to make that a reality. Amongst other things, she'd heard Brenda make a derisive comment about lesbianism at the party where Suzanne concocted the scheme. But Suzanne considered that a challenge and she loved a good challenge.

CHAPTER 8

It turned out that Alan didn't even have to wait until Thursday for life to get much better. That night, his parents went to see a movie. Katherine joined them, but Alan chose to stay at home.

It was a wise choice. Mere minutes after the rest of the Plummer family went out the door, Suzanne let herself in. She knew of the movie plans and had watched and waited very impatiently until the car left.

Suzanne had a natural flair for the dramatic. She came over dressed in a robe, and threw it off after she got in the door. Underneath she wore something that Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazard TV show might have worn, but even that character would have been too modest to wear it.

She was unusually embarrassed at first, because it was not the kind of clothes she would normally ever wear, even if she wanted to look extremely provocative. The outfit simply screamed "trailer trash" and that was the last thing in the world the sophisticated and cultured Suzanne was. She hoped that Alan was into costumes and role plays, but she wasn't sure if he was.

It didn't help that he just stood there and gawked.

She pressed ahead, breaking the silence with a Southern drawl. "Howdy, stranger. I'm thinking that someone in this-here house has been lackin' in visual stimulation lately. Am I right?"

"Holy fucking crap, Aunt Suzy! You are so right!" Alan was so excited that his penis sprung out of his short shorts, snaking down his left thigh on its own volition.

Suzanne wore cut-off jeans which were quite short in the front, but even shorter in the back. In fact, in the back it almost seemed as if she wore a G-string made out of blue denim fabric. Her top was a light green tube top that she'd cut from below right up to the nipple line. Any slight movement on her part would cause the fabric to ride up her boobs all the way. As she modeled the outfit for Alan, she used her upper arms to strategically push her boobs further forward and out. It made her look so top heavy that Alan was half-convinced gravity would force her to fall forward at any moment.

Since he knew he was just alone with Suzanne and his erection was poking out anyway, he unzipped his fly and grasped his rod. "Dang, Suzanne! You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

She smiled, greatly encouraged by his enthusiasm. She went on with her faked Southern accent, "I've been a-thinkin' that someone in this-here house is way overdue for a good ol' cocksuckin'. What do ya think about that-there idea, partner? I reckon that's yer third leg you're holdin' there. Looks like it could use a good tongue bath. I bet it would look real purdy with a lipstick ring way down at the root, too. How 'bout it, mister?"

She said all of this with the most exaggerated Southern accent she could conjure up, and she was very good with accents. As if that wasn't stimulation enough, she moved one of her hands to a tit, which instantly come uncovered, and the other to her crotch, and began to stroke herself beneath her shorts. "I'm so doggone horny, it's right lucky there ain't no farm animals in sight," she drawled as she tried to keep a straight face.

Alan was so excited that he nearly creamed then and there. In fact, he ran to his room to give himself a chance to cool down some, saying, "See you in my room in a few minutes, partner," as he sped off. He would have loved to banter back in this manner for a while using a Southern accent of his own, but he was forced to retreat instead so he wouldn't lose it completely and ejaculate before the fun really started.

Alan sat in his room and drew upon the most unarousing thoughts he could come up with, just to calm down a bit.

Suzanne soon came in. She had a way of swishing her hips when she walked that sprouted boners wherever she went, but in these short shorts she was so sexy that she could practically be arrested for disturbing the peace.

Alan said, "Phew! Best Visual Stimulation Ever award! I'd love to banter, but I'm so ready. Please do me now!"

"Who?" she asked innocently. "Lil' ol' me? I just luuuuv to suck a cock, don'tcha know? Any cocks here that need a-suckin'? Oh, here's one!" She dropped the accent and the role and got down to what she loved the most, lately: slurping and licking Alan's stiff bone.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! So good! So good!" screamed Alan, safe in the knowledge that the house was completely empty for once.

Alan tried his best to endure, but he couldn't last for long in the face of such an erotic assault. Her tongue was so long and agile that it seemed to wrap completely around his erection, though it just seemed that way since not even Suzanne was capable of such a feat.

Alan was glad to know the rest of his family was at the movies because it gave him the freedom to cry out. As the urge to climax welled up inside of him and grew unbearable, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "YES! GOD YES! SUCK IT!"

The cum pumped out of his penis and down Suzanne's throat. Alan could tell that most women probably stopped sucking and licking at that point and just guzzled the cum down. But not Suzanne. If anything, she redoubled her efforts. She sucked on him so hard he thought she might pull it off completely or turn it inside-out. Her hand never stopped jacking him off either, until she rung the last drop of cum out of him.

It was that kind of extra effort that made her blowjobs truly awe-inspiring. She hadn't given such treatment to all of her previous lovers, or even many of them, and even then she saved a lot of tricks for special occasions only. But she loved Alan so much that she wanted to pull out all the stops every single time.

After he shot his seed into Suzanne's mouth and she'd thoroughly "cleaned" his penis until it was too sensitive to touch, the two of them rested.

In her normal voice, Suzanne teased, "I leave you alone for nearly twenty-four hours, and this is what happens. Horrible, horrible cum build up and a quick trigger. You hardly lasted a minute there. I'd hate to see your reaction if I was gone for a week! Isn't anyone taking care of you?"

Alan thought it prudent not to mention what happened - and what WOULD happen - with Katherine. He said honestly, "Well, the last time I got any help was last night with you and Mom. Since then, Ron was home and we had guests for the card game."

"You poor thing. Forced to abuse yourself because your mean old mother doesn't help enough and your father being in town. I'm looking every day for a chance to come over, but with Ron around this is the best I can do."

Then in a playful but chastising tone, she complained, "However, I expect a little better from you. More staying power. Can you do it again? I just happen to know the movie is exactly one hour and thirty seven minutes long."

"Can I do it again?" he asked incredulously. "With you dressed like that, that's like asking does a bear shit in the woods. God yes!"

"Dressed like what?" She stood up and turned around, then backed her butt up almost into Alan's nose.

He reached out and stroked her butt cheeks, sometimes going over the rough blue jeans fabric too. "Like this. I know you're alwasy dressing in power suits and nice clothes and stuff, so to dress up like a trailer trash slut just to help get me hard really says something. I think it shows how much you love me."

With his fingers trying to pry under the fabric deep in her ass crack, he said with complete sincerity, "I love you, Aunt Suzy. You're the greatest. And I'm the luckiest guy alive."

She laughed, then turned around to make eye contact. "You are that, for sure. But 'I love you' - are you just saying that? What do you mean? You love my blowjobs." She reached down and resumed stroking, as if to emphasize her point.

"I mean just that. I. Love. You. I know I haven't been very expressive of my feelings in the past, but I'm proud to say it. I mean I love you, in every way. Sexually, hell yeah. But also as a friend, and as a person, in every way. It's not just the handjobs and blowjobs, although those don't hurt!"

He laughed, and then got serious again. He ran a hand through her wild and curly red hair adoringly. "You've always been so kind and good to me, ever since I was a baby. I'm so lucky you're in my life. You've been so caring for me that you're practically like my second mother. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"Oh Alan!" Suzanne exclaimed, suddenly dizzy with happiness. She'd been around the block with men many times, but she felt giddy, as if Alan were her first crush. "My Sweetie! I love you too! In all those ways too."

They kissed for many minutes. Suzanne's top was already up around her shoulders, having rode up during the blowjob, but now she pulled it the rest of the way off.

Alan's hands joyfully roamed all over her body. As usual, though, for when he had these kinds of opportunities with Suzanne, "all over" meant an intense focus on her chest and some exploration elsewhere. But she loved it. And she happily made a mental note that Alan was quickly improving his kissing skills.

When she sensed his penis was ready to revive, she asked while their hands explored each other, "So, tell me everything that happened between you and Susan last night before I came in."

Alan explained in great detail how he walked in on Susan as she was finishing her shower. His penis started to rise as he recalled the events.

Suzanne stroked his growing erection while he talked. When he finished at the point Suzanne arrived to the bedroom, she said, "Nice story. I have to admire your aggressiveness. I hope we see more of that from you."

"I just basically did what you told me," he admitted.

Suzanne continued as she slid her fingers all over his shaft, "True, but you did do it, and you did it well. That said, you know what I really like? How Susan never put on her clothes through all of that. Think about it: she was in her bathroom and then in her bedroom. There are towels everywhere and cabinets and closets full of clothes all over the place. She sat on her bed and didn't even try to cover up with a sheet or a pillow. Susan's no rocket scientist, but she's not dumb either. If she didn't think of covering up, it's because she didn't want to on some level. The fact is, she WANTS to be naked for you. Don't listen to her verbal protests in a situation like that, look at her body."

Alan joked, "Well, if you insist, I'll force myself to check her out."

"You do that. Did you see how much she was dripping? Give her a couple more days, tops, and she'll be slurping on your pole. Hell, I'll bet you she'll be wrapping those red lips of hers around your Johnson even before Ron leaves. Can you just picture that? Imagine your mother kissing your father while the taste of your semen is still in her mouth. Kinky!"

Alan groaned. "Aunt Suzy, please stop! If you go on like that, I'm gonna have a quick trigger again."

Suzanne had a wicked gleam in her eye. "Okay. But that reminds me. True, I was trying to arouse you last night when I said you had surprising endurance, and despite my teasing about the occasional quick trigger, you really do. I AM really impressed what you've done with PC muscle control in such a short time. We've got a long time until the others come back, so let's work on your endurance."

She sucked him to orgasm again, but this time they took over an hour to do it. She kept him right on the edge, always aware of just when to pull back and give him a rest. For the first time, Alan felt his PC muscle exercises really paying dividends. She taught him to warn her when he was getting close and then they would take a break until he was ready to go again. Meanwhile, she was able to rest her jaw and hands so she could keep going too.

Somewhere along the line her Daisy Duke shorts came off, and his fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy and anus until his hands were sore, often doing both holes at the same time. He kept her on the edge too, and then some, as she had orgasm after orgasm. In fact, she had more than she'd ever had in her life at one time.

Suzanne however wasn't ready to have him go further, purely because of the continuing long-term danger of getting caught. She realized that at the very least she had to wait until Susan's husband was gone, or else the odds of getting caught would be too high. Opportunities like this movie night were extremely rare, and once she started she didn't want to get fucked only every once in a while.

After Alan came for the second time, he complained, "That's kind of unfair. I mean, what you do with your hands and your mouth is just so great. That gets me off, big time. But then, whenever you have your mouth free, you're always saying the most insanely sexy stuff. The double whammy is unstoppable. And then there's the 'visual stimulation.' It's a triple whammy, really. You're such a relentless cock drainer that it's almost cruel. And what about your extra long tongue? That makes you a quadruple threat. Not only that-"

She cut him off and pointed out, "But look what you did. True, we had lots and lots of breaks, but you kept going for a whole hour without cumming. Trust me, that's really unusual. I'm actually wondering how you manage it."

Alan explained, "Well, the thing is, when I'm having fun with you like this it's so great that I never want it to end. Literally. I wish we could go on for days and days. When I finally cum, it's like popping a balloon. The party's over. I'll do anything to keep the party going. I really, really, REALLY fight that urge to blow my load."

Suzanne pointed out, "A lot of guys would like to say the same thing, but when it comes to it, they can't stop or even take a short break to save their life. I think I'm just too much woman for some guys. And then there are the clueless ones. I've known guys that look pretty hunky, but are content to coast on appearance. Let's just say they think five minutes is impressive."

Alan winked. "Sucks to be them. Though I can definitely relate to the ones who think you're too much woman to handle. Actually, I owe everything to you. You're teaching me to be a good lover. I think we need to practice some more."

"Whoa. Recovered already? I just love eighteen year old boys!"

Suzanne had the timing of her visit worked out down to the minute to maximize her time. She jacked him off and sucked him off for yet a third time, and then the two of them quickly cleaned up and used air freshener to erase all traces of their activities. Both were so sticky and sweaty that they had to take quick showers.

Suzanne got her Daisy Duke clothes from Alan's room, slipped the jeans shorts back on, and finally turned to leave.

But Alan said, "Wait a sec, Aunt Suzy. Can you just stand like that for a minute? I want to admire your remarkable back side and take a mental picture."

"Anything for you, Sweetie." She wiggled her butt suggestively as she stood by his door.

All she had on was the tiny mockery of cut-off jeans. And to please him further, she pulled it up with her hand, which caused it to ride even further up her ass crack. Alan also noted that somehow after everything they had just done together, she still wore high heels as well.

Ever since he