CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Oct. 28)

The next day was Monday, a very promising day for Alan. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S Club meeting" planned after school.

He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion" or Suzanne would directly help now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt, after all that had happened the day before.

Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation with an erection hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He didn't even wear underwear, certain of what would soon happen.

He continually had to shift his penis around in his shorts, and it was in constant danger of coming out of the shorts altogether. He was surprised no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony to wait for the class to end as he was. She quickly had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't think any more.

She tried very hard not to stare so much at Alan's crotch that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance of his blatantly hard penis. She felt so horny that she began to lift her dress up in the seat she sat in. Only her pantyhose and underwear stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist on down, as her students, Alan included, studied in front of her completely oblivious to what she was doing.

For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her pantyhose. But soon that wasn't enough. As she did so often lately, she pulled her underwear and then her pantyhose down so she could reach her crotch, and began to slowly finger herself while she pretended to write notes.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Everyone slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted nonplused. When the last one of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I got the lock fixed over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there and faced each other, frozen. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation. "Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. The bra went next while she wriggled him out of his shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get Glory's dress off, as her hands and attention zeroed in on his penis and she began stroking it instead of undressing.

Finally she had to momentarily stand up to get her dress undone. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she briefly stood. "But everything else!" She practically leaped back onto him.

The two rolled around on the hard, cold concrete floor and occasionally bumped into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's penis like her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. It was still clad in panties, but Alan didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked as if the panties weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. Alan's extra inches of height put his penis nearly at the opening to her pussy. It practically begged to go a few extra inches and enter into her warm tunnel.

He managed to get an arm between their bodies, and began to pull at her clit. A nearly magnetic pull seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "fire." She fell back towards her desk and panted heavily.

"What?" Alan asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're doing everything too right," she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth period class begins!"

Alan thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!

She collected herself, and then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she began to suck his dick.

Alan wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked the experience in. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second-to-none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by her gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating, she could and often did take him remarkably deep.

He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long.

She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done.

He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! Now let me please you."

She had a hard time talking between labored breaths as well. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise up and stretched her body like a cat.

Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the checkered tiles near where he sat in class every day.

Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprung herself onto him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the pantyhose and panties which got in his way. He managed to pull the pantyhose off and get the panties down her thighs.

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off of him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to bust a hole through your shorts. But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

Alan got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time."

He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that, you're a teacher!"

She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?"

Alan grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah."

Glory said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We both swept up all the dirt on the floor like a broom and we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control."

A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach, with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more.

During a breather, Glory said, "Since you told me your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid Alan back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?"

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed heartily.

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Sweetness!"

She pistoned his tool in her fist, and then sucked him like any blowjob. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper until before he knew it, he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his penis at the same time.

Alan couldn't believe how great it felt - it was like getting fucked and blown at the same time. Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for a minute or more before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again. He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. His penis found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing.

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths.

By the end, they looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth period class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown past.

Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student came in. To still be in class when the next bunch of students came in would be a very dangerous habit that they had to avoid at all costs.

CHAPTER 2

But Alan's day only got better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time, he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.

The first time at Kim's place it had just been Katherine and Alan together, but they promised Kim that she would be welcome to join in this time. They met Kim at the door and kissed and groped her and each other a fair deal before one word was even spoken.

Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan, and flipped her skirt up, which revealed her pussy between her butt cheeks. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"

Kim and Alan quickly scrambled up after her. Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs.

Katherine was delighted at his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long." With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of Alan or me next? Then we can do it all together."

"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the second floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."

Alan and Katherine were already out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held Alan's long penis in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.

"I know one way to find out," Alan replied, and straddled himself over his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. He slowly let himself down into her slit.

"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said. Alan bounced up and down on her and pistoned his hot meat in and out. "I'm not kidding when I said I want to be this man's fuck toy. You've got to try it out! Big Slick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"

Alan didn't need to be asked twice. Over the weekend he'd been to bookstores and bought a few books on the art of lovemaking. He was ready to try out a few new tricks. But there would be enough time for that later in the day. First he went for power, not finesse. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the bed mattress.

She loved it. "More! Harder! Push! Fuck! Yes!" she yelled between thrusts.

Within minutes, Alan sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy. They collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap.

Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.

But, even after what had happened between Alan and his teacher Glory a few hours before, his penis was ready to spring back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his penis, while Alan sat up and began to gently stroke his new hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first?"

"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine ended before she had a chance to get off. "I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and I've got to get some of what you just got." She hopped up onto her bed, and commanded to Katherine, "Roll on over and make some room."

The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the wall. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast treatment he'd given his sister. "Okay, Alan, let's see if you can really can drive a hole through the bed this time."

But Alan was in a different mood now. "Let's work up to that," he said. "But first, let me be gentle, especially since you're a virgin." He covered her from head to toe with his body and then some, since he was so much taller than the diminutive and younger Kim. He kissed her on the mouth at first, and ran his hands over her boobs and upper torso.

At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man in any way, and she'd never really gone past first base with any guy. But Alan treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She was having some hang ups with a man treating her like that, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She closed her eyes and decided to pretend he was a woman.

Her body started to respond much better, and she grew more comfortable. And for a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that Alan was just a flat-chested woman, since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Plus, his penis lay far down between her legs since he was much taller than her, so it was out of the picture for the moment.

After a few minutes, once Kim started to really get into it, Alan rolled over so that Kim was now on top.

It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too!

Katherine wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time, but she just couldn't resist the urge to join in a bit.

Kim had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been with two other people before, unless the time the three of them were in the supply closet counted.

While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's butt. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, and her fingers prepared the way for Alan's penis. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers into Kim's tunnel. Soon Kim was more than moist; she was a raging river. As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that Kim's face now met the bottom of his neck.

Like their first time together, Katherine had insisted that Alan fuck her bareback. But Kim made no such insistence so Alan slipped a condom on just in time. "Are you ready? Here it comes..." he said, and he slid his dick into Kim's waiting and wet hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shocker for him than to fuck Katherine. She was so wet that he slid in surprisingly quick and easy.

Technically Kim was a virgin in the sense that no man had been inside her before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos, of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her pussy being deeply filled was not completely alien to her. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh and blood piece of man. The body heat alone from Alan's cock was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine.

I like it, she thought. I like it a lot! Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, and Kim quickly responded with her hips in expert fashion, based on all her dildo experiences. A cock is good. The real thing is so much better, so alive!

"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.

"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.

"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!!!!"

Alan turned on his piston motion and hammered her for all he was worth. Fucking with a condom felt different but all in all he didn't find it as horrible as some people said. For one thing, endurance was a very important goal for him and he could tell right away that with the decreased sensitivity of being sheathed he could last longer. He was especially keen on doing his best with Kim, to help convert her from being a complete lesbian.

Katherine backed off, and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like the gears of a steam engine had spun out of control.

Soon Alan and Kim both screamed at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"

Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck her finger up Kim's anus. That made Kim yelp in surprise and painful protest.

Katherine decided to remove her finger lest she ruin the moment. She realized that Kim had something of an aversion to anal penetration, so she tried to make up for her intrusion by caressing and teasing Kim's other erogenous zones.

With Katherine's help, Alan reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her. But he was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks.

"Okay ladies," he said as he got off the bed, "all this happy sex makes me thirsty, I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."

"Alan!" Kim shouted to grab his attention just as he started to walk out of her room. She had finally stirred back to life a bit even as Katherine moved in on her. "That was ... really good."

"Thanks," he said bashfully.

"Really, I'm serious. You're like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking at least makes me a bisexual."

Katherine pressed her lips onto Kim's. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."

The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off. He got himself a snack in Kim's kitchen and also flushed the used condom down the toilet.

After Alan joined in again, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh.

After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom when. Generally, Alan stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, but still ended up cumming four times in four hours.

Alan himself was surprised at his growing abilities in bed. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to steadily increase every day. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only do a couple of miles, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can run a long way. I've come so far in just a few weeks, when just touching my cock while thinking of Suzanne or Susan made me instantly cum.

In addition, he ate out both Kim and Katherine's pussies, and they did a lot of eating of each other. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's penis was in greatest demand. When his penis wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it.

Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it as she recalled the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. It turned out she enjoyed sucking Alan's penis as much as everyone else had who'd tried it already, which meant she enjoyed it quite a lot. Of course, his delicious cum was a big reason for that.

About the only coherent speech to be heard were Kim and Katherine in argument and even physically in battle with each other over who got access to his prick next. Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego. When they didn't fight over him and his penis, they praised him and it to the high heavens.

Katherine would cry things like, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in my steaming hole now, or I'm gonna die!" She also had a real fetish for being called a "fuck toy," and kept referring to herself by that term. She also really got off on the idea of her brother making her pregnant, even though she was using protection. So it wasn't unusual for her to shout things like "Knock me up! Fill your fuck toy with your baby makers!"

Alan liked such talk, if only because it showed how much she was enjoying things but he didn't say anything to encourage her fetishes.

Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. "No, Alan! Do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" Kim was learning fast.

As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, and mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her.

But both of them praised him so much, he actually felt the need to complain, "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."

"Okay!" Katherine quickly replied. "Kim, what say we stroke his pussy stretcher some more instead?"

"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered as they all giggled. Within seconds, there were four hands on his flaccid penis. But in a minute it was hard, and Katherine wasted no time sticking it back inside herself.

There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time, Alan felt they only began to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't even begun to be explored yet. After what happened with Glory, he wished they knew how to deep throat him, but he also knew it would take time to work up to that.

In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book learning on new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. Since intercourse itself was new to all of them, they were more than happy to just keep fucking as much as their bodies could manage.

There's still a lot of time for titfucks before I see Akami again next Friday, Alan consoled himself later. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!

Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days.

Alan hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon. He figured it would be excruciatingly painful.

As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further.

"So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"

"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed oafs!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense with my mom and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."

She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan, a good penis is quite nice, but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men; Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my mom when I was young, and really devastated Mom and me. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."

"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your father, do you?"

"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. Being with you today started off weird and I even had to close my eyes for a while, but before long it was okay. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."

"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school in stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind though if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled.

They continued to lay about naked on the bed for a while, lost in thought, and felt like slugs. Except slugs don't have sore privates.

There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said good-bye to Kim at the door.

But they weren't done. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more from all the kissing and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, and fucked her right there.

Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once the other two were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across from mine?"

She licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."

"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's penis is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaaargh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but noOOOooo. He seems to think that's not prudent."

They chuckled.

She added, "My dad might think something was up with that, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."

Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She was the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon and was literally too fucked to walk (though she did ham up her hurt some just so he could carry her). But she never hurt so good.

"That was great, Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here the day after tomorrow."

Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.

Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Day after tomorrow? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!"

She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaaawwdd. One more of these visits to Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.

"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.

"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.

"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.

CHAPTER 3

After Alan got home, he slept a long time. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after hours of fucking two energetic cheerleaders, he felt like he could sleep until the next morning. In fact, it had taken all of his willpower just to stay awake long enough to drive home.

Susan was nowhere to be seen, and furthermore, she left a note for Alan and Katherine saying that Ron and she were out and left them instructions on what to make for dinner themselves.

Suzanne came over just after dinner. She saw that Alan was in the living room reading a book while Katherine was upstairs in her room. More and more of her wardrobe was migrating into Susan's bedroom, so she went up there and changed into a sexy, but not overwhelmingly sexy, outfit.

Alan was a bit worried because he thought for sure that Suzanne would be up for some hanky panky and how could he explain that his penis was completely down for the count? He certainly didn't want to have to explain that he'd spent most of the afternoon having sex with his sister and a friend.

However, it turned out the issue didn't immediately come up because the first thing Suzanne said when she came back downstairs to talk to him was, "Sweetie, bad news. I'm afraid your mother is having another one of her prudish relapses."

Alan put the book down while she sat across from him. "Oh no. I guess things went too far last night?"

Suzanne laughed. "You could say that again! To be honest, it was a lot more than I'd expected or wanted, especially at the end there when she blew you. But events have a certain momentum of their own. Unfortunately, today she was about as distraught as I've ever seen her. She was devastated that she'd had oral sex with you on what she called her husband's bed while he's still in town. To give you a sense of her mindset, she kept calling your cum 'the demon seed.'"

"Wow. That's bad."

"You don't know the half of it. It was all fire and brimstone and going to Hell this and going to Hell that. Luckily, I was there in the morning and she and I talked and talked and talked until my mouth was ready to fall off. I managed to ease her spirits quite a bit, but at a price. She needed someone to blame for what happened, and could either blame me, you, herself, or some combination. Honestly, I pretty much pushed her into it and the last thing she needs is to feel worse about herself, so I took most of the blame. I parceled some out to you, too. So she's pretty mad at the both of us. That's the main reason I came over here, to warn you."

"Oh. Well, thanks for doing your best. What does it all mean?"

"At first she was determined to go completely cold turkey and never help you again. But that didn't last long. I think she realizes deep down that that's not possible. So then she vowed to avoid all physical contact with you until Ron leaves. She even got me to promise to help to make sure that happens. So I did, though I was careful to leave open the loophole about your upcoming abnormality check on Tuesday. In fact, she was so distraught she even wanted ME to stop helping you for a while. I didn't agree to that, but I think it's best that you and I cool it for a day or two."

"Dang. That sucks. I gotta say it bums me out most of all to hear she's that upset. She's been such a wonderful mom that she should never be unhappy. I wish she- hey! If you just came over here to tell me bad news, then why are you dressed up in a heart attack outfit? Meaning, one designed to give me a heart attack."

Suzanne grinned. "I don't know what you mean. These are just my hanging around the house clothes."

"'Hanging around the house clothes'?! Are you mental?! I'm having a mental orgasm just looking at you and it's making it tough to concentrate."

"Look," she said as she kicked a leg forward. She let one of her shoes come loose and dangled it precariously using just her toes to wiggle it around. "These are only two inch heels. If I was expecting to feel your cock tickle my tonsils, I'd be wearing three inch heels at least, probably four. That's as high as I go, though. Five inches is self abuse."

Alan looked her over. Admittedly, she was semi-presentable when standing, even though her light black lacy top exposed all of her cleavage and a good deal of her tummy, plus her black leather miniskirt didn't quite reach down to the top of her dark stockings, leaving a tantalizing stripe of pale skin between them.

But her miniskirt ride up her thighs when she sat, especially when she kicked a leg up and kept in there dangling in the air, as she was doing now. And thanks to the no underwear rule, she was flashing her pussy whenever she opened her legs, which was quite often.

He just rolled his eyes in frustration. "If those are your hanging around the house clothes, I'm afraid to see what you'd look like all dressed to the nines. But I digress. I wish Mom didn't have all those hang-ups, although I can understand her feelings about cheating on Ron, even if he did cheat on her first. What did you to do patch that up?"

"I didn't. She set up an evening dinner, party, and dancing date with Ron, spent most of the day shopping for dress, and left early. The fact is, they haven't been connecting much at all since he arrived. She hasn't been warm to him, no doubt in large part because of the cheating bombshell I dropped, but he's hasn't made much of an effort either. So we'll see what happens. She may even feel like getting physically intimate to help get over her guilty feelings. I warned her strongly about not doing that due to the worry of STD's, but who knows what'll happen. I can't control everything she does, I can only give advice and encouragement. Maybe they'll make out or something."

Alan discovered a surge of jealousy raging inside of him. His face hardened and he clenched his fists. Even though Susan and Ron had been married since before he was born, now the idea of them merely kissing on the lips was almost more than he could take.

Suzanne immediately noticed, and chuckled. "Looks like someone's getting a little jealous, eh?"

"Hey, I can't help it. You know, I'd feel the same about you. Oh God! I just had a horrible thought. You're not kissing YOUR husband like that, are you? I just kind of assumed you weren't, but what if you are?!"

Suzanne was touched. She smiled with just a touch of sadness and said, "No, don't worry. Eric and I share a good morning peck on the cheek sometimes and a good night peck on the cheek at other times, but nothing more. To be truthful, sometimes I worry about Eric smelling your cum on me when he kisses me, but if he has, he hasn't let on. I don't even know how much he'd care at this point. We're like housemates forced to sleep in the same room. We even sleep in separate beds, though they're right next to each other. His bed is elevated 'cos he has back trouble." She grew wistful and stared off into the distance. "Now that I think about it, I can't even recall the last time Eric really kissed me."

Alan was still pumped up. "Well, good! I mean, I'm sorry about your marriage and all, and I know it's horribly hypocritical of me, but I can't help the way I feel."

Suzanne refocused on him and smiled. "Don't worry. I understand how you feel. As it is, you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you. You must be just about the luckiest kid in town and that doesn't even count the mysterious help you seem to be getting out of the house, as Susan pointed out last night."

Alan looked abashed. "Well, you see..."

"Don't worry. I really don't mind. We'll talk about that another time. Having to share you is just a necessary by product of your intense medical treatment schedule."

Alan thought for sure it would be a couple of hours at least until he could get hard again after his workout with Katherine and Kim, but it actually had been over four hours since he'd gotten back from Kim's house and as soon as Suzanne said, "you happen to have two married big-titted babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you," his penis began to rise.

Suzanne noticed, and as she asked him, "Speaking of which, how'd you do today?" her foot started to wander forward and up his legs.

"Good. Very good. I'll make six today no problem." He joked, "More mysterious out of the house check marks on my chart."

Suzanne raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm. Now I'm getting jealous too, after all. Susan's right; you really are becoming quite the stud around town, aren't you? Before long, it's gonna be difficult for you to squeeze me in, or should I say squeeze you into me?" Her foot rose higher and found its way to his crotch. She began circling the bulge in his shorts with the pointy end of her shoe.

Alan found himself growing increasingly aroused, but he was concerned about his mother too and didn't want to upset her any further. He said, "Um, that feels good, but didn't you say that you and I should cool it for a day or two or least?"

Suzanne frowned, but her foot kept exploring. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, the thing is, I'M not doing anything, but these are what I call my 'evil shoes.' They have a mind of their own and they're up to no good, as usual."

Alan laughed, but stood up to get away from the "evil shoes."

However, they rose up with him and kept sliding over his bulge.

He said, "We'd better stop before your evil shoes get carried away." However, his resolve wasn't that strong and he found himself staring between her legs where her pussy was on display again. "Um, be careful what you're showing there. Is the evil shoes causing that too?"

She sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately. yes. The power and reach of the evil shoes knows no bounds. I didn't even want to wear them today, but they made me." She grinned and winked.

Alan was extremely frustrated because he was very mentally aroused and growing more so every minute he let Suzanne charm him with her bag of sexy tricks, but his penis still had all kinds of problems. He said, "Suzanne, I can't believe I'm saying this, but even though you're sexy as hell, but I'm not really feeling that now is the time for fun, you know what I mean? I keep thinking of Mom and how she must be angry at me."

Suzanne finally pulled her foot back, allowing Alan to sit back down. She even closed her legs back up - most of the way. "Well, truth be told, she's mostly angry at me and at herself. Even when she's like this, she's so taken by you that she figures the boy with the golden penis can do no wrong. In fact, for all my efforts to redirect the blame to you and mostly to me, she wants to take all the burden of what she's done on her own shoulders. I'd like to level with her more honestly and tell her just how much I've been steering events, but if I did that her future sexual progress will be so much more difficult. Sometimes a little deception can be a good thing."

Alan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, we've heard that from you before. But I do believe you care and you think that's for the best. So what do we do now? For one thing, how should I deal with her next time I see her? You know I don't want to plot, but this isn't plotting. It's just figuring out how to get her out of her funk."

So the two of them talked for quite a while about Susan. Every now and then, Suzanne's "evil shoes" would wander up Alan's legs and get a little frisky, but not too frisky, just enough to keep Alan interested.

Suzanne didn't stay that long though, for fear of being there if Ron and Susan came back early.

Alan went back to his book. He was glad to have some time alone to just relax, as he found sessions like the one with Glory at school or with Katherine and Kim after it not only physically tiring, but also very mentally draining.

CHAPTER 4

Susan and Ron danced some at the party. That left Susan sweaty. She took a shower while Ron went straight to bed. She was still in an emotional jumble over what had happened the day before, and she felt the need to talk to Alan about it and clear the air. She wasn't nearly as angry and distraught as she'd been when she talked to Suzanne in the morning; she was feeling more contemplative and forlorn.

Alan was just about to go to sleep. He lay in bed with his book but his eyes were getting heavy.

Susan knocked on the door. Then she came in and sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest where he sat up against the headboard.

Alan noticed that she wore a robe but she had it so tightly closed up that the only skin he could see was her face, neck, and hands. He could tell she'd just taken a shower because her hair was still slightly damp and she smelt fresh with a hint of strawberry scented shampoo.

Susan looked anxious and was anxious. She sat on the edge of his bed and started out with small talk. "How are things, Tiger? It seems like I haven't seen you at all today. There must be a lot going on at school."

Alan thought about Glory's deep throat and the threesome at Kim's house. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," he replied in a monotone. "A lot going on. But in a good way."

She asked, "I suppose Suzanne talked to you? Talked about me?"

"Yeah. She said you're feeling kind of low about what happened last night. I'm real sorry for that. Is there anything I can do to help?" Susan frowned. "It wasn't just last night, though that was horrible and wicked. It was in the afternoon as well, when Suzanne... did things to you... right in front of me! And yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. It seems that nearly every day I have some kind of willpower breakdown."

"Not exactly every day," Alan pointed out. "And what about today? You had a completely pure day, didn't you?"

Susan's brow furrowed in greater distress. "On the surface, yes. Ron and I had a lovely time at the party. Well, maybe not exactly a lovely time. Even when Ron is with me, he's not really there, you know what I mean? I guess I got used to his ways and just thought that was normal, but now I expect more. I couldn't help but feel the whole time that it was the last hurrah. Given what Suzanne's told me about his cheating, how can I stay happy with him? And yet it's such a big and scary step to leave him. So my feelings were bittersweet at best. And it gets worse!"

She reached out and grasped his hand tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but the worst thing of all was that all the while I was with him, I kept thinking of you! I must be the worst wife and mother ever, having those kinds of thoughts about my own son instead of my husband!"

Alan was secretly extremely relieved and pleased that she and Ron apparently didn't kiss much, if at all. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of thoughts?"

Susan still squeezed his hand reassuringly, but her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "Naughty thoughts. I worried that since I was gone pretty much all day and I'd told Suzanne not to help you, how would you get by? Would you have to stroke yourself and spill your seed upon the ground, just like Onan of old?"

She finally looked him in the eyes and asked, "By the way, how DID you manage today? I hope you got some help?"

Alan was deliberately vague since he couldn't tell her how he'd had sex with his sister. "As a matter of fact I did. Not with Suzanne though! It was before I got home."

Susan frowned again. "I'll bet you did."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, on one hand, it makes me proud that you're getting so much outside help and turning into a ladies man. All throughout my picnic with Ron I kept picturing you with some big-titted cheerleader as you really showed her who's boss. But on the other hand, I get jealous. I kept thinking, 'Why can't that be me?'"

Alan asked, "Um, what makes you think it was a cheerleader?"

Susan looked him closely in the eyes. "It WAS! Wasn't it? I just knew it! I knew it!" She looked both exultant and envious at the same time.

Alan thought, Uh-oh! I'm getting into hot water here. There are only six cheerleaders. If Mom only knew the big-titted cheerleader I fucked today was her precious Angel! That would be way bad. I'd better change the topic and fast!

He asked, "So, after what happened last night, does that mean you don't want to help me with my treatment any more?"

Susan's robe had started out tightly bound up, but as they'd been talking it had been slowly loosening. Gradually, her collar bone area came into view, and then the top of her deep cleavage. She gave her robe a tug to close it up, but it didn't have much of an effect.

She answered, "Now, hold on. I didn't say that. Suzanne has helped me realize that I don't have to go cold turkey and stop helping you completely; it's just that things need to be done in moderation. Like the last time we did an abnormality check. That wasn't so bad, though you did take a few liberties. If only it could be more like that, but I don't have the control! I keep losing it! I think I'm losing my mind!" Suddenly she opened her arms out and fell forward towards him.

Alan held his arms out to brace her fall and found himself tightly embracing her.

She buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears.

He tried to be reassuring. Since she was having sexual issues, he tried his best to comfort her in a completely platonic way. He stroked her long brown hair over and over while she sobbed. However, it was hard to keep a platonic mindset since her robe had somehow opened up during the hug. Her nipples were still covered by the robe, but just barely. He could feel they were erect and poking into his chest through the terry cloth material.

Alan didn't want to take advantage of her during her distress. He knew this was a bad time to get an erection since she was draped all over him and would certainly feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He fought his arousal as long as he could, but eventually he lost the battle and as his thick rod grew it pressed itself against a part of one of her legs still covered by the robe.

She felt his growing hardness for what it was and actually it was what brought her out of her crying spell since she found herself thinking about that, instead of about problems with her self-control and a cheating husband.

She sighed loudly as she dried her eyes. "It feels like you could use some more help, but I can't. I just can't! I made myself a vow. If I break it, I'll feel even worse tomorrow. It's like getting drunk and having a hangover, except it's an emotional hangover."

"I understand, Mom," Alan said while petting her long hair. "I think that's for the best. More important than my medical treatment is your happiness. Can we just stay like this and hug? I kind of feel like I was under-hugged as a kid."

Susan cooed as she squeezed him tighter, "Aww, my poor baby."

They just held each other in a loving embrace for a couple of minutes. The sash on Susan's robe slowly loosened, but somehow her erect nipples kept their grip on a seam and just barely managed to prevent the robe from completely opening in the front.

Actually, Alan had never really touched Susan's hair much before, and found himself greatly enjoying just stroking her long, silky straight hair as it cascaded down her back. All of his stroking of it seemed to have a calming effect on both of them.

After minutes of silence, Susan said, "You're right. You were under-hugged as a child. That's the problem with me - I rarely do things in moderation. Before, I shunned all physical contact like the plague, and now I go too far the other way. ... You know what would be nice? I remember when I used to tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight. That made me feel so happy. Could we do that again, just one more time, for old time's sake?"

Alan replied, "I used to love that tradition too! Did you know I that cried when you stopped? But since it wasn't a 'cool' thing, I pretended not to care. Honestly, I'd LOVE for you to tuck me in, not just tonight, but any night that you like. Maybe we could even make it a regular habit."

Susan beamed with happiness. "Okay. But we can't do anything improper. Remember that your father is sleeping just down the hall. We wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea. We have to keep things completely non-sexual."

She was sending mixed messages to say the least because as she said that, she finally pulled back from the cuddle and hug, and stood up near the edge of the bed. This caused her robe to open up even more. The sagging sash just managed to keep her bush covered, but up top her big breasts stood out firmly, completely exposed.

Alan knew that there was no way she couldn't know what she was showing off, especially since stood sat proudly, her hands on her head to cause her chest to thrust forward extra enticingly.

The truth was she longed to show off her body to him nearly as strongly as she longed to suck his penis. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself; she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit, to help with his visual stimulation needs (as if he needed any more erotic inspiration).

A thrill went through her as she recalled this was exactly where she stood when she used to learn over and give her son a goodnight kiss (though obviously in those days she wasn't naked above the waist or preening in such a lewd position). She was still smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, Tiger, here comes your goodnight kiss."

She bent over and leaned down. That caused her breasts dangle down enticingly just a foot or so from Alan's face. But she pretended not to notice this and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed his the other cheek, and then the nose.

Alan also kissed back several times but not on the mouth. He felt her nipples scrape along his upper chest from time to time.

She pulled away a few inches and stared at him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."

It wasn't like any childhood kiss or kisses Alan could recall, but he knew better than to point that out. They were slow and romantic kisses, the kind that usually were a prelude to full kisses on the lips.

Then she leaned back forward, and Alan thought for sure a French kiss would follow. But instead she went to his left ear and kissed it. Or at least it was kind of a kiss. In fact, there was a lot of tongue. She seemed to alternate between licking all over his ear and planting small kisses all over it.

No one had ever given any special physical attention to Alan's ears before, and he was surprised at just how powerfully erotic and all around great it felt. His erection twitched visibly under the covers, as if there was a direct connection between his ears and his dick.

She eventually pulled back and just stood there. She still seemed oblivious that the robe had fallen, even though it was now in danger of falling off of her altogether. It was mostly bunched up around her waist and only a valiant struggle by the sash held it up.

Between the long hugging and cuddling and the kiss, Alan hadn't been in a position to admire her bountiful rack. But now he was and stared at it without shame.

Susan said, "You know, I've been thinking about what we did last night. Even though things went too far, I think Suzanne has the right idea. I have to get over my fears and phobias and the only way to do that is with constant practice. Just like how they help people to get over their fear of heights, or snakes, or what-have-you. What we need to do is practice, but without going too far and doing something sinful and depraved. Do you think you can handle that?"

Alan nodded, trying not to appear too eager. He wasn't sure what she meant by "practice," but he figured that whatever it was would be good, especially since her chest was increasingly heaving with excitement.

She knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you... explore... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But it we practice it in some controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed, and bowed her head down. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member."

So Alan reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather light touch and keeping far away from her nipples.

He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed his hand in a careful boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny and nearly invisible body hair in a delightful way that caused Susan to pant even louder.

Susan said, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not even more! God, it's so good!

Alan obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began lightly twisting them.

Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax.

Alan asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"

Susan gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets as she answered, "I don't know. But there seemed to be some kind of connection between my nipples and my pussy. Heck, pretty much my entire breasts and my pussy, going straight to my little nub down there. When you touch them, you make me feel so good that I don't know up from down. All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that... big... cock. That great big tasty... mouthwateringly delicious and thick... Oh so good and yummy... mmmm... COCK!"

Susan was staring so intently that it seemed like she was going to burn a hole right through the sheets so she could get at his erection.

But as much as Alan would have liked another blowjob, he wanted to stop Susan's emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling ever worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what.

So he said, "Sssshhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?"

She blushed. "No. I suppose not. Though he'd deserve it for what he's done to me!"

"That may be. But we all took vows. Suzanne had me vow not to start anything with you for a while. We're just taking part in some harmless tit fondling, right? Nothing wrong with a son playing with his mother's tits. We're just hanging out, doing some friendly cuddling, getting over some phobias. Right?"

Susan contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection down her throat. She knew that if she did he wouldn't be able to resist. Her nipples and pussy were tingling and an orgasm was slowly building inside of her.

She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck!

But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around to pick it up so she could bend over and put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face.

While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between the legs. New rivulets were flooding out of her puffy pussy.

Alan could clearly see every detail of her pussy lips between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention," but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything to stop this from happening again tomorrow night, so he refrained.

But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her pussy lips, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out... If only it wasn't for Ron...

She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow night."

"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, nude from head to toe. She also looked at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of covering his erection.

She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control and that gave me the strength to have self-control. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him.

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between Alan's legs.

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.

Alan's hands went back to her chest without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack.

When Susan stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?" He nodded. "Yep."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?"

"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever because you're willing to help out like that."

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you." Then she put the robe back on and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left the room it was as if a spell was broken. She felt dirty and ashamed and fled back to her husband in bed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard him breathing and snoring right there. However, relatively speaking she wasn't that upset, because she had been able to resist her extremely strong cocksucking urge.

She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! I even brushed over his big cum-filled pole and I somehow stopped myself from stroking. Heck, I even managed not to climax. I can't allow myself to cum every time I see my son, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

Alan, meanwhile, already had a hand on his penis before she was even out the door and despite his exhaustion he got himself off quickly without much guilt at all.

CHAPTER 5 (Tuesday, Oct. 29)  

The next morning, Alan woke up bright and early, excited about the new day. He'd been worried about Susan's state of mind after Suzanne's talk with him, but he felt very encouraged after Susan's goodnight kiss and tuck in the night before. He was very aware that it was a Tuesday. If the pattern of the past two weeks held, that meant his mother would at the very least jack him off as part of the dubious "abnormality check." Given the way she'd been acting lately when she got horny, he wouldn't have been surprised if she gave him a blowjob too. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and horny as all get out.

When he got downstairs, Susan was there all alone. He'd set his alarm about half an hour earlier than usual with the hopes that he could have some time with his mother before Katherine came downstairs. To his great joy, he noticed from the dishes still on the dining room table that Ron had already eaten his breakfast and gone. All right! Excellent. Just Mom and me.

He waved hello, and she waved back. Just from that little exchange, she blushed heavily.

Cool, he thought. Sweetness. She's really nervous. After that goodnight kiss last night, she must be all horny. And she knows as well as I do that today's a Tuesday. I'll bet she's struggling not to just up and suck my cock right now. She's totally ready for action. If I can just get a little more aggressive, something good is bound to happen. Maybe more tit fondling with my supermodel mom! Oh man, I get so hard just thinking about it!

He walked up to her, gave her a brief, friendly hug, and said, "Hey, Mom, how are you today? Feeling good? I'm feeling great! Yesterday was a great day. What are you thinking?"

"Well, I'm thinking that I might have taken things a little far last night with the way I tucked you in, but overall, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I resisted serious temptation."

"Good. Did Father leave for work?"

"Yes, as a matter of just he did."

"Great! I was thinking that we-"

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

Alan had started to fondle her breasts through her clothes while he continued hugging her. But his hands froze while he said, "I'm just doing what I did last night. Is that a problem?"

"You bet it is! You can't just walk up to me and fondle my big breasts any time you feel like it, you know. There's a time and a place for that kind of thing."

"Okay, sorry." Hurt and confused, he withdrew his hands and broke the hug. "So when is the proper time?"

She explained, "Last night was a special occasion because I gave you permission as part of an exercise to practice our self-control. If there are other such special occasions, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, you have to ask permission first before touching me."

"Okay. Sorry, Mom." While Alan accepted that restriction as reasonable, he was still terribly horny and didn't want to be completely denied. His hands went down to her ass.

She practically shrieked, "Tiger! What did you think you're doing now?!"

"I'm getting your attention. Don't you remember? You told me that I could fondle your ass at any time to show you when I'm horny. Well, I'm horny now." He pressed in close so his hot erection rubbed up against her right hip.

"Oh dear. I did say that, didn't I? What was I thinking?!"

"I don't know. But I'm sure glad you said it. And I have a lot of 'getting of your attention' to do to make you see just how horny I am."

Alan had been fondling her ass over her pale green dress, but now he lifted the dress up and came into contact with her panties.

"Mom, what's this? You know you're not allowed to wear underwear in this house. Do you have a good excuse for yourself?"

Susan bowed her head bashfully in defeat. "I'm sorry, but Ron, he just left literally a minute or two before you came in. Suzanne said I'm allowed to wear them when he's around. After all, we don't want him to suspect anything."

"True, but I don't see him now. So what are you waiting for?"

"You want me to take my panties off? Right here? But that's so humiliating! I'm your mother!"

"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just don't want to see any hypocrisy here. Why is it that you're so keen to enforce to rules you want, like no tit fondling, but not the ones you don't want?"

Susan sighed. "Very well. I can't believe the things you make me do."

But despite her appearance of reluctance, she was secretly delighted that Alan was acting unusually aggressive and "forcing" her to do things. She bent over at a right angle, spread her legs a little bit, flipped her dress up over her butt, and pulled her panties down ever so slowly. She suggestively wiggled her ass as she did so, yet despite her eagerness somehow she mainly gave off an impression that she was reluctant about the whole thing.

As soon as she pulled her panties down to her thighs, Alan reached out and resumed fondling her ass. Only now he could see and feel her bare skin.

She was so surprised at this (or at least seemed surprised) that she immediately stood back up. "Tiiiiiiger! What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting your attention."

She sighed theatrically. "Well okay, if you must. But remember, 'getting my attention' only involves the ass. You can't put your fingers in my most private place."

In fact, Alan was working fast and he already was rubbing two fingers across her pussy lips. But he said, "Okay, I'll stay clear of there if you spread your legs a little wider. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with visual stimulation, too."

"Oh, poo! You meanie! You're incorrigible." But she spread her legs.

Susan just remained there bending over the sink while Alan explored her ass cheeks with both hands. The way she was bent forward allowed her dress to hang around her lower back most of the time, although sometimes Alan would have to tug it back up to continue his unimpeded fondling.

After about a minute of exploring her ass, Alan started to make small talk. "You know what I'm thinking about?"

"What? And Tiger, no pussy! You promised."

Alan was repeatedly rubbing Susan's perineum (the space between her anus and pussy), but his fingers had wandered a bit too far over her pussy lips. He withdrew them. "Sorry. It's just that I'm thinking about my new alarm clock."

"Your new alarm clock? You got a new one? What does that have to do with anything?"

"You don't remember? If I recall, I believe you called the clock the 'cock hungry mother.'"

Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into Susan's consciousness. She recalled the fateful Tuesday two weeks before when she'd nearly lost all control with Alan, and how she woke him up with a blowjob and called herself an "alarm clock" with that name.

Susan was so shocked that she spun around and pushed her dress down. "Alan! Let's not speak about that around here! And I think you got my attention plenty by now. Enough attention getting!" She was miffed, but not that miffed, because her arousal was dulling all her other emotions.

Alan was disappointed. He was having so much fun playing with his mother's body that he didn't want it to stop. Though he obediently followed her orders and withdrew his hands, he tried to think of some kind of new angle to keep playing. Then a thought came to him.

"Okay. Sorry again. It's just that you're so sexy. But are you wearing a bra too? You know that's not allowed either."

"Tiger! You're a real trial this morning, you know that? You know I'm wearing a bra; I'm sure you got a good feel of that earlier. But what am I supposed to do about it? Look at this dress."

Susan had chosen a high collared dress because she woke up in a fairly prudish mood and hoped it would discourage Alan's attentions. But now her choice backfired on her. There really was no way for her to reach under the dress to take the bra off.

"You'll just have to take the dress off first," Alan pointed out.

"But Tiger," Susan pouted. "Can't I just take the bra off later?"

"Rules are rules." Alan had never been so happy about house rules before, even though he wasn't quite sure where this rule came from in the first place.

Susan looked around the kitchen frantically, as if trying to find an escape hatch she could slip out of. "But what about Angel? She could come down at any minute. Do you want her to see her mother standing naked in the kitchen?"

Alan honestly wouldn't have minded that too much, but he said, "Katherine's still sleeping like a baby. You know her alarm won't wake her up for another fifteen minutes or so, and she has a normal alarm clock."

Susan blushed like a new bride at that oblique reference to cocksucking. She complained, "But she could come down earlier than that. You did."

Alan pressed her, "Well then, the sooner you get it over with, the safer you'll be. We can't have you running around with a bra all day.

"Fine!" Susan complained hotly as she began pulling her dress over her head. "But I'm not happy about this. Not one bit! Somehow, you always seem to manage to take all my clothes off."

Alan waited until she had the dress on the counter and her bra in her hands and then put his hands back on her ass and resumed fondling.

"Tiger! What's gotten into you?!""

Alan grinned mischevieously. "Well, I'm getting your attention again 'cos you got me even more aroused than before and I have to express that to you."

"You're dangerous. I want you to go to the breakfast table and sit down. You're really pushing your luck this morning."

Alan said, "Okay," but his hands were still on her butt. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack as he said, "But no underwear, right? All the time? Every day?"

Susan bowed her head again, this time even more submissively. "Yes, yes, yes, already! I'm sorry I broke the rules and I'll keep them off from now on, at least when Ron's not at home. But please! Control yourself. Is my ass really that interesting to you?"

Alan grinned in triumph. "Yes it is. Thanks, Mom." He let go of her ass, kissed her on the top of her head, and went to the dining room.

His erection was so hard and unsatisfied after all that teasing that he knew first-hand just how painful blue balls could be. But he figured he'd pushed his luck way too far already and to do something bold like take his penis out to stroke it would be downright unwise. He still needed to shower before school and figured he'd jack off there.

He could still see most of Susan's naked body because the only thing separating the kitchen and dining room was a high counter and rather that go all the way to the breakfast table he chose to eat at the counter. Sitting up on a high stool there gave him a great view of his busty mother.

She was in the process of putting her dress back over her head when Alan said, "Hold it!"

Susan brought the dress back down and looked at him with chagrin. "What now?"

"You said you'd help with visual stimulation. You promised. You know that dress isn't visually stimulating. It's one of your old ones. Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your really sexy ones?"

Defeated again, Susan put the dress on the counter.

Alan immediately snapped it up to prevent her from wearing it on her way upstairs. He brought the dress behind his back and kept it there. To prevent her from saying anything about that and to keep her milling about naked, he said, "I noticed today's a Tuesday."

She blushed again. "Yes, Son. I noticed that too."

"Does that mean that, you know, you'll be doing one of those abnormality checks?"

Frustrated with him, she huffed, "The only thing abnormal about you is your brain! It seems you're not happy until you've taken all my clothes off and are wantonly fondling my naked body!"

Alan laughed. "Yep. I'd say that about sums it up."

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked away from him to get a cereal box and cereal bowl for him.

Walking back, she addressed his abnormality check question. "I don't know. We'll see. I've been thinking about it, but you've been acting so strange and aggressive this morning that I'm having second thoughts. I don't want us to lose control."

Alan held his hands up in front of him in a surrender gesture. "I'll be good, I promise! It's true sometimes I kid around, but you know I keep my promises. When there's a rule, I don't break it. Aren't we just having fun here? I'd never want to hurt you. I love you so much!"

He was completely sincere and honest, but also as conniving as Eddie Haskell, in saying those things right then.

Susan walked around the counter to where he sat, grabbed her dress from behind his back, and said, "We'll see." She walked to the refrigerator still holding the dress and brought him a carton of milk for his cereal.

She repeated herself, "We'll see. I'm not making any promises. I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne about it and about your outlandish behavior this morning. Eat your cereal and meanwhile I'm going to hopefully actually get some clothes on. I have no idea what I'll wear that can satisfy you and not also freak out your sister, but I'll try."

As she walked towards the big gap between the living room and dining room, she paused and said, "Okay, Tiger, if you can control yourself a little bit better than you did this morning, we'll do your check. I really see no choice, since no one else knows how to do it. I don't know when we can do it, though. Your father is going to be home in the afternoon for once in his life, so not then. I made him promise to come home early so we could have some more quality time together. But if the chance comes up later, I'll see what I can do. We might have to wait until tomorrow to do it."

Alan stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!"

She just shot him another chagrined look and walked away towards the stairs, still naked and still merely holding her dress.

Although she looked annoyed at his behavior, Alan could tell at least a part of her loved it. For one thing, she walked away Suzanne-style: slowly and with an extra sexy sashaying of her hips. Also, he could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room as rivulets ran down her thighs.

Although Alan's penis was still in a state of frustration, all in all he was a very happy camper.

Susan came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing a gorgeous dress more suited to going to a formal ball that cooking breakfast, and Alan was even happier.

Before he left for school, he had an extremely satisfying orgasm in the shower.

CHAPTER 6

Knowing that Susan wouldn't be available for the abnormality check in the afternoon, Alan wanted to stay away from home and keep his mind off of that or else he knew he'd go stir crazy all afternoon with the thought of it.

So instead he decided to hang out with his friend Sean. They were headed over to Sean's house for the afternoon to play video games, but on the way over they stopped at a Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream.

While they sat there eating their ice cream, Heather walked in arm-in-arm with Rock, her handsome quarterback boyfriend. It would have been pretty impossible for anyone there not to notice Heather, since she could stop traffic with her looks. And unlike say Amy or Katherine, both of whom still dressed and acted conservatively in public, Heather always flaunted what she had. She clicked and clacked her way across the tile floor in four inch high heels.

When Heather noticed Alan sitting at a table with his friend, she immediately came over to him. Her pointy nipples, which nearly burst out of her skintight top, led the way. Arms crossed and angry, she said, "You! You have some nerve! You said you'd help me out, and then you didn't!"

Alan couldn't figure out what she was talking about, since he'd only briefly talked to Heather face to face once before in his life. After some quick thinking, he figured it had to be related to his painting of the cheerleaders. He almost frantically answered, "Don't talk about it here!" But luckily he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't act dumb!" she went on. "You promised that you would help me with my homework, and then you disappeared. I have a big essay due tomorrow, and what am I supposed to do now?"

Alan knew that because Heather was so beautiful, lots of pathetic, nerdy guys "helped her study," which meant they did her homework in return for a chance to talk to her a bit. If they helped out a lot, she'd do something like kiss them on the cheek. Her boyfriend tolerated this with amusement, as it gave him more time to be with her. Not too many weeks ago, Alan would have been happy to be one of those guys, but she didn't even give him that much attention back then.

Alan decided to play along and act like he didn't know what it was all about, so he said, "Um, I'm really sorry. I forgot."

"Well," she said doubtfully, "I might forgive you if you write my essay for me."

Alan wasn't sure what he should say, or even had the slightest idea why she was clearly lying to and about him like this, out in the open. "Okay?" he guessed. He figured this was all for the benefit of her listening boyfriend.

"That's better," she said condescendingly. "We can go to my house right now and I'll give you the assignment."

"Now?" he asked, still genuinely puzzled. His heart was pounding with fear, confusion, and excitement. "What about my friend, and your... friend?"

"Darling," Heather said huskily to her boyfriend Rock, who stood a few feet away to look at ice cream flavors, "I have to go give this guy the stupid homework thing. Can I do that after we have our ice cream and then meet you at the theater in time for the movie later?"

"Sure, Sweetiebunch," Rock replied inattentively.

She turned back to Alan. "We're going to a matinee so we'll have to make this quick."

Alan nodded an acknowledgment of that. "Sean?" Alan asked of his friend.

Sean was in awe of Heather, and only wished he could be the one to talk with her. "Don't mind me, I'll be okay."

"Thanks." Heather smiled at the both of them.

Sean nearly melted with delight that Heather even acknowledged his existence.

Alan momentarily pondered why Heather's idiotic boyfriend would allow her out in public dressed the way she was. She clearly hadn't worn a bra, because her nipples, prominent at any time anyway, poked out so obviously that they alone got Alan extremely excited.

Heather and her boyfriend Rock picked out their ice cream and sat at the table behind Alan to eat it.

Alan didn't pay them any more attention, until he felt a hand on his butt. The feel of the fingers and nails confirmed to him the nearly unbelievable fact that it was Heather's hand there.

She's sitting in the chair behind mine talking to her boyfriend while she's sticking her hand inside the band of my shorts! And he's huge and muscular – he's gonna kill me! What the hell?! She was mocking me at the beach the other day, and now this?! How the heck do I get her to stop?!

Alan continued to lick his ice cream cone and tried to maintain a poker face. He expected disaster to strike at any moment.

Heather, on the other hand, looked like she had merely casually draped her arm behind the backrest of her chair. No one seemed to notice that her hand found the crack of Alan's butt. Her fingers were on a mission, and soon her index finger began to probe the door to his asshole.

Alan didn't dare turn around and look towards Heather. Instead, he tried to casually scope out the rest of the ice cream parlor to see if anyone had caught on. He became acutely aware that the guy who scooped the ice cream cones had a perfect vantage point to look straight ahead and see the hand of a woman sitting at one table massaging the butt of a man at the table behind her. And he was in fact staring in the right general direction, but luckily he was completely fixated on Heather's tits.

I'm going to get killed by her boyfriend before I leave the store. But if I don't, that other guy's gonna see for sure, and then he's gonna start telling everybody, and then Heather's boyfriend will find out, and then he'll track me down and beat the living shit out of me at some point down the road! Any other customer could notice at any moment, too. They might even say something out loud, right now!

Alan began to consume his ice cream with a vengeance while, at the same time, he tried valiantly not to squirm away from Heather's probing digit.  When he finished, he slowly stood up and made sure that Heather knew what he was doing so she could unobtrusively remove her hand first.

Heather turned around and looked up at him, as if she had just recalled that he was still there. She asked him, "Are you going somewhere? Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"Yeah, I was just... throwing my napkin away."

"Oh. If your friend doesn't mind, why don't you sit over here and meet my boyfriend, Rock." There were actually benches for two on each side of the tables, and she patted the space on the bench beside her for Alan to sit down.

Alan came around and sat next to her, too worried to give much thought to his abandoned friend Sean. "Hi, Rock, I'm Alan," he said, as he reached his hand across the table to shake Rock's strong hand. He already vaguely knew of Rock since he was the school's quarterback.

"I'm Rock. It's short for Rockwell," the jock explained as he practically crushed Alan's hand with a casually firm handshake. "If you're helping Heather on her homework, you must be quite the brain." He'd said this very line so many times to so many others like Alan that it was more like a script for him rather than a genuine pleasantry.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that..." Inane small talk ensued. Rock seemed visibly annoyed by Alan's presence, but he continued to talk just to be polite.

Alan sat to the left of Heather. As Rock talked, Alan felt Heather's fingers playfully crawl across his leg like a spider, and land on his crotch. His heart leapt up into his throat. He was sure Rock would figure out what was going on by the stunned look on his face.

By now Alan had realized it was a big mistake to have sat next to Heather. But he felt helpless to stop her reckless moves.

She put her hand on his upper thigh and then drew up until her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. She slid her hand under his shorts and underwear and found his penis. She began to rub him slowly, even as she joined in the small talk. None of this could be seen from above the table.

But, apparently, even that wasn't good enough for her. She withdrew her hand and then began to unzip to his shorts.

Alan thought for sure he would die of fright as he heard the sound of the zipper move. It sounded as loud as a jet plane to his ears, but apparently Rock remained oblivious. Alan's heart pounded even more wildly than it already had been thumping.

Then Heather put her hand inside his fly, pulled out his penis, and began to play with it again.

Alan nearly fainted as he imagined Rock leaning forward over the table to see his private parts just hanging out with Heather's tanned hand stroking away.

She rubbed his hard penis aggressively, as if she really wanted him to quickly cum all over the place. Alan was too shocked to use his brain over and above barely being able to keep his end of the small talk going. So she just continued to rub him with her fingers and bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

Alan didn't know how to get out of this situation, because if he stood up, her hand would rise up above the table, too. Since he sat opposite from Rock, the thought suddenly occurred to him that if he came, it might splatter all over Rock's legs. But not even that thought or any other he could come up with helped his erection go down.

Ironically, it was Rock who saved him. Bored with Alan's company, he said to Heather, "Honeybunch, why don't we go," and he stood up to leave.

She immediately withdrew her hand before he raised high enough to see where it had gone.

Alan rushed his hands to his groin. He covered up and then discreetly stowed his penis away before Rock looked in that direction.

A minute or two later, Alan said his good-byes to both Rock and Sean, and got into the car he'd borrowed from his mother. Heather slid into the front passenger's seat. This left his friend Sean totally stranded.

However, Sean seemed not only to understand but even encouraged him to leave with the teenaged sex bomb. No doubt Sean was putting himself in Alan's shoes. He imagined that it was he who was allowed to help Heather with her homework, except that before long they'd be making love instead. He thought this was just an idle and completely impossible fantasy. Had he known just how accurate it was, he would have had very different thoughts about letting Alan leave with his dream girl Heather.

CHAPTER 7

As soon as Heather got in the car with Alan and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"

"That was so much fun," she said happily in a low voice, even as she maintained a poker face of her own.

Rock could still see them as he walked to his car, but he finally turned away.

Heather looked at Alan with concern for the first time. "How are you handling this? Can you deal?"

Alan was determined not to be outdone by Heather. "Yeah, I'm good. I can deal. I can roll with the punches." He had no idea what he was agreeing to.

"Good. That's what Kim told me. I didn't completely believe her, but I'm glad I decided to find out for myself. I haven't had this much fun in years! Sex with a nerd. Ha! Now take me home and fuck me already."

Alan couldn't believe his ears. He had a hard time just managing to breathe. It took some time before he could manage to gasp out, "What?!"

"You heard me," Heather replied calmly, greatly amused at Alan's obvious panic. "Can you deal, or what?"

"Yeah... I... can deal."

"Then let's go! My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was out of sight.

Alan had been in a lot of strange situations in recent weeks, but he considered this one was the most astounding of them all. He thought, Holy fuck! At the beach she was talking to Simone like I was some kind of low life scum. And now she wants to fuck?! Furthermore, she somehow expects me to drive with her hand on my Johnson?! There's no way! No friggin' way!

But somehow Alan found a way. He made no attempt to talk at all so he could devote all of his attention to driving.

It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Heather kept her fingers running up and down Alan's shaft the entire time. In actuality, she was very limited and light in her touches because she didn't want to get in an accident or have Alan shoot off in the car. But it sure didn't feel that way to Alan. The mere fact that she was touching his penis while he was driving, or that she was touching his penis at all for that matter, was so exciting that it was a constant struggle for him not to cum.

Heather didn't try to talk to him except to tell him when to turn. She was extremely aroused and panting heavily with desire.

When he arrived at her house and Alan was able to safely park the car, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief. We made it! Nobody killed! Good God, never again. Never. My heart can't take it!

But now that the danger of an accident had passed, Heather began stroking him more intently, and with two hands. She even pulled his balls out of his shorts too, so she could fondle them as well.

"What's the matter?" she teased him. "Cat got your tongue? Something on your mind, perhaps? Something ... distracting you?" She laughed at his discomfort.

"God, stop! Please! I can't take it!"

"What? Are you having second thoughts about fucking me? Don't wanna fuck the head cheerleader?" Her hand flew up and down his shaft as she milked him for all she was worth.

"Arrgh!" He closed his eyes tightly and struggled mightily not to cum. His whole body tensed up as part of the struggle, but he knew he couldn't last for long.

Suddenly, Heather laughed and stopped her stroking. "Well, I'll be. Score another point for Kim. She said you have the most amazing control, and you do. How is it you haven't cum already? If you were my boyfriend Rock, you would have lost it about the first minute I touched you back in the Baskin Robbins."

Alan groaned again to be reminded that the girl he was with was cheating on the bulky and dangerous quarterback. He was in no condition to explain his self-control techniques as he was still doing all he could not to cum even though Heather had stopped touching him. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating and fought just to breathe.

Heather abruptly opened the door on her side of the car and made to get out. "Come on! Are you just going to sit there? We have some hard core fucking to do! Let's go!"

Alan zipped up, got out of the car, and managed to make his way to the front door of Heather's house. He wanted to run, and Heather pulled him along to hurry up, but he more waddled along. He moved like someone who'd just been kicked in the balls.

He briefly worried that some of Heather's family were home - it seemed as if Heather loved to play with fire. He was relieved to find the house mercifully empty.

Heather led Alan up the stairs by his hand and burst into her room. She immediately set to taking her clothes off. Her blue jeans were so tight that it was quite a wiggly struggle for her to get them off.

Alan was happy to see her delayed because it gave him a minute or two to recover from the whirlwind of events that led him here, and it gave his penis a little chance to recover as well. He looked around and was surprised to see how girly and frilly Heather's room was. He guessed that she hadn't changed it much since she was a lot younger.

As Heather continued to undress, he noted with surprise that she had no panties to take off, which meant she must have gone the whole afternoon, at the very least, without them. He'd already noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, so once her blue jeans came off she was ready for action again.

Heather was well aware that if a guy had already cum once, he generally lasted much longer the second or third time. She also knew that Alan had suffered greatly from all the teasing in the store and the car and he was liable to shoot quickly right now. So she knelt in front of him, pulled his shorts down, and resumed jacking him off.

As she started to stroke, she said in a sultry voice, "So, did you ever think you'd be in my room with my hand around your cock, about to fuck the mighty Heather Morgan? Have you dreamed of fucking me? Have you masturbated just dreaming about it?"

Alan was about to honestly answer yes to all her questions (though he found it a bit odd that she called herself "the mighty Heather Morgan"). He had masturbated while thinking about her, many times, in fact. But then he remembered at the beach how Heather mocked guys who were too worshipful and fawning. So he just answered as briefly as he could, "Uh huh."

As it so happened, he was in no state to talk much more than that anyway. He was so keyed up that he knew it wouldn't take long for Heather to get him to shoot a load, whether he tried to fight it or not.

Sure enough, less than a minute after Heather resumed stroking him, his balls tightened and he yelled, "Cumming!"

Heather got off at the sight of just how far she could get her male friends to shoot and who could shoot the farthest. So she held his penis in such a way to maximize the trajectory of Alan's spurting.

They both watched his cum fly high into the air and across the room. His cum sailed in a great arc and landed on the carpet about four feet away.

Alan thought to himself that she'd regret wasting it like that if she only knew how good his cum tasted, but he was too modest to say that out loud.

Instead, he fell back on the bed, emotionally and physically wiped out.

But Heather was hopping about with energy, unusually chirpy and happy. In her haste to undress she'd left her white top pulled up around her shoulders, but now she finally pulled it the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked.

As she waited for Alan's penis to rebound, she went back to her questions that Alan had merely answered with a vague "Uh huh." She was so vain that she wanted more adulation than that. She prodded, "Alan, you were saying about how you've wanted me forever?"

Alan though, remembered again how much she'd hurt him at the beach and how she had no respect for guys who fawned over her too much. So he replied, fairly honestly, "Sure, you're beautiful. Very beautiful. But to be honest, I've kind of always pined mostly for Christine."

That got Heather's goat. Even though Simone had recently told her about Alan's crush on Christine, she pretended not to know so she could play up her reaction. "Christine? You're joking, right? What do you see in her? Sure, she may have boobs. Okay, very big boobs. And I'll admit she's got a nice face and probably a halfway decent bod. But her personality! Gaaawd! Give me a break! Is she trying to win the Miss Goody Two Shoes award or something? Make me gag. Jesus! What a prude. And what a demanding bitch, too! She's so high maintenance. A virgin bitch. What a sorry combination. What ever do you see in her?"

Alan thought that now wasn't the time to point out that Heather was the pot calling the kettle black when it came to bitchiness. He figured he was pushing his luck already from not praising Heather to the high heavens. So he answered, half-jokingly, "I guess it must be the boobs."

Heather groaned. "Gaaawd! Men! So predictable. But enough talking. Are we gonna fuck or what?"

Alan felt like responding with a sarcastic comment about how wonderfully romantic Heather was making the event, but he held his tongue. His penis was quickly reviving, helped along by Heather's wandering fingers, and he was as eager to fuck as she was. So instead of talking any more, he pulled her up to the bed and promptly laid down on top of her.  

The two of them were so worked up that there was no need for any more foreplay. Alan immediately pushed his hardness into her and began pumping away. They got down to some intense and very physical fucking.

After some minutes of that, Alan got up, pinned Heather to the wall, and did her standing up. He fucked her hard and long.

Heather was normally quite a vocal lover. After a few minutes of getting more comfortable with him, she cried out, "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me you're a man, a real man!"

Alan, though, was being possessed by his bad side. After the initial euphoria of fucking Heather wore off, he was reminded of the way she had belittled him at the beach and mocked his virginity to Simone. That drove him to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before, to prove her wrong about his sexual skills. But it also fueled an anger in him that came out in what should have been light-hearted verbal teasing.

"Oh, I'm a man all right, and I'm gonna show you all about fucking," he said in a menacing, low voice. "You're gonna be sorry you're such a fucking cock tease, because I'm gonna fuck you silly."

"I AM such a tease! I just love to watch guys suffer. But are you man enough to put me in my place and give me the fucking I deserve?"

"You'd better believe it, you little hussy!" He noted that her whole body reacted to the word "hussy" as if a bolt of electricity shot through her.

She didn't respond to that with words, but some ecstatic groans showed that she loved his talk, as well as his fucking style.

"So you like that, eh?" he asked as he continued to drill her into the wall. "You like to be called a hussy? A slut? Is that what you are, a slut?"

"Oh yes!" she moaned as she trembled and swayed with his thrusts, while he continued to pound her back into the wall. "I'm a slut! Call me a slut!"

"I think I will, you fucking cocktease tramp son of a bitch bimbo trash slut tit whore cunt fuck!" His stream of consciousness rant didn't exactly make sense, but then neither did the idea of punishing a cocktease by fucking her.

Every word he said hit her body like a punch. She'd been called names like "slut" at the height of passion before, but this felt different. He was speaking like he absolutely meant it and even hated her for it. For some strange reason, that excited her terribly. She was further aroused by the way he'd picked her up and fucked her into the wall. She'd been fucked by dozens of men, but none of them had ever performed such an athletic sexual feat.

She realized that, ironically, even though most of her male sex partners were big strapping football player types, they'd all been too intimidated by her personality and social status to pick her up and fuck her like a rag doll. Whereas the "nerd" had no such restraints.

She would have been a lot less impressed if she knew how badly Alan was suffering. Heather had her feet off of the floor and generally wrapped around his backside, so he was forced to hold up her entire body weight for several minutes. He prayed that it was worth it because he very much wanted to impress her and make her eat her words about what a "pathetic virgin" she assumed him to be. He prayed even more fervently that she'd do something so he could bring her down without losing face.

Just when Alan thought he couldn't hold Heather one moment longer, she buckled and fell to the floor in a tremendous orgasm. He stood back and took some long moments to recover from the great exertion. He made a mental note to avoid having sex while standing up until his body got in better shape.

But Alan was far from done. As soon as he had more or less recovered, he grabbed her hair and growled, "What do you think you're doing, bitch? I'm not done with you yet!" He tossed her roughly towards the bed. He'd forgotten in his initial fervor to put a condom on, but now he took advantage of the change in positions to fish one out of his wallet and slip it on.

She climbed up the bed and scrambled along it until she sat up against the backboard. She spread her legs wide and made a come-hither gesture with her hand. "Alan, I thought you were a bit wimpy, but you ARE a man! Come here and give me the rest of my punishment."

"Oh, I will, bitch. I will," he said as he crawled across the bed towards her like a lion moving in for the kill. He positioned his penis right at the entry to her pussy. "Maybe a fucking is too good for you. Maybe it would be better if I don't fuck you at all."

He rubbed the head of his penis teasingly all around her entrance, and even stuck it partly in and then pulled out. The truth was, Alan would never, ever have acted like this except for his pent up anger at her. He was upset at the years of being ignored by her, then her belittlement of him at the White Sands Beach. Finally, he was extremely frustrated by nearly being killed by Rock, thanks to her recklessness. He lusted after her, but he truly hated her too.

And then there was the matter of his mother. Alan found himself almost completely incapable of aggressively going further with Susan, despite his incredible longing. But now here he was, faced with a woman who not only wanted him to be aggressive, but clearly got off on it. He could blow off some of his frustrations towards Susan by acting out with Heather.

Heather was overwhelmed by his hateful passion. She couldn't take his teasing and the way he put his penis everywhere except in her slit. "No, don't deny me! Fuck me now!" She reached forward, grabbed his ass with both hands, and pushed herself onto his penis, which made it slide deeply inside her to the hilt.

"Hey, who said you could do that?" Alan cried angrily, but he began to pump her just the same. "Maybe I should really punish you. What if I tell your boyfriend what a fucking cunt you really are?"

"No!" she cried desperately. "I'll do anything! Anything you want!"

"You already are, you cunt hole!"

They kept at it for a long time, fucking and bantering at the same time. Alan called her every name he could think of. But the more he insulted her, the more she seemed to get off on it.

Alan lasted quite a long time. The fact that he was wearing a condom dulled the sensations a bit and allowed him to hold out a bit more. He tried a number of positions, figuring that this was probably his one chance to be with Heather so he should make the most of it. He kept ramming into her so hard and fast that he worried more that his body would run out of energy before his penis gave up control.

Heather was quite good at fucking back. At first, she was overawed by the force of his attack and his passionate insults, but she recovered and soon was working her hips like a butter churn. She had a great sense of timing and together they built up an unstoppable rhythm.

Alan eventually sat up while she remained lying down. Her legs wrapped around his neck while he raised himself over her and drove repeatedly down into her. The angle allowed him to spear deeper into her pussy than he was able to in other positions.

That soon resulted in her erupting in a great multiple orgasm. With her whole body shaking and writhing, her pussy clenched him in unexpected ways and he lost the ability to hold back.

He finally exploded into her with a great wordless shout. He continued to ram her over and over while he was spurting. Even after he'd shot his entire load, he was still able to keep going for a minute or so. It felt so good that he didn't want to stop for anything.

But reality eventually caught up with him. His penis started to soften and his energy came crashing down.

They both fell to the bed, utterly exhausted and dripping with sweat.

CHAPTER 8

They lazed around on her bed and chatted while they waited for him to get hard again. The mood was different, and there was no more meanness or name-calling. In fact, they talked about the most innocuous things, like the decor of her room.

Alan's anger and frustration gradually seeped out of him. He returned to his usual mild-mannered self, like some kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde transformation.

As he lay there next to her, he suddenly realized how much time had passed and asked, "Aren't you going to be late for the matinee with your boyfriend? It must have started already."

"Oh that? Who cares?" she answered blithely. "This is so much more fun. I'll make up some excuse about missing him. He's dumb as a brick, so it doesn't matter what I say."

However, Alan tensed up. "But what if he comes here to look for you? Isn't that pretty likely? And then he'll find me in your bed!"

"Could be," she said, seemingly more delighted in the idea than worried about it. "But you should be even more worried about my dad. If you think Rock could beat you up, you should see him!"

"Thanks for the news," Alan said ruefully. His pulse quickened with fear.

As if happy for his misfortune, she added, "Yeah, and it's getting near five so my parents should be back any time now."

"Shit!" Alan bolted up in bed. "Now I've really got to go!"

"Reeeeelllaaaaaxxxx..." She grabbed him and pulled him back down on the bed. She was in the driver's seat now and wanted to have some more fun with him. "That's what the back exit through the window is for. Just walk onto the roof, down the tree, and you're gone. Believe me, lots of guys have found it very useful. But now, let's do it again!"

The mention of "lots of guys" reminded him of Glory's warning that Heather was probably a cauldron of STD's. Rather timidly, he asked, "Hey, uh, do you have any, you know, diseases?"

She laughed. "You ask me now, after the fuck. No. I'm incredibly charmed in all things sexual. I swear to God. So let's get it on. Of course I'm on the pill. But if you insist on wearing a condom, I don't care."

"Okay. I'll get another one."

Heather was surprised. She thought they were all done and in fact she had already stood up and put her top back on. She was speaking in general but was delighted that he was talking about right now. "What? You're really ready for another round?"

Alan honestly answered, "I think so. I mean, I've only cum twice. Most days, I cum about six times. Sometimes more."

Heather was stunned. If my supposedly studly boyfriend Rock cums twice in one evening, that's a big deal. I'm supposed to break out the balloons and party hats. Most of my other male lovers were no better. No wonder I've started to play around with women instead, more and more. Maybe I've been barking up the wrong tree by sleeping mostly with big, muscular football players. ... God, what if it turns out that nerds are all well-hung studs and the jocks have the tiny dicks?! What a nightmare world that would be!

She finally just responded, "But three times in one hour? Are you sure you can do that?"

"I can't guarantee anything, but I've done it before. I'll tell you what. Maybe, if you could suck on it a little bit, I might revive."

"You want me to give you a blowjob? Ha! Fat chance. That's too demeaning, and besides, I don't like the taste of cum."

Heather didn't give the most important reason why she didn't like giving blowjobs: she was selfish, and she didn't like to do anything sexual that the other person enjoyed more than she did.

Alan was tempted to boast about the taste of his cum, but he was still too modest to do so. So instead he said, "What if we compromise? How about if you give me a titfuck? That should get me started, and then we can switch once I'm fully up."

Heather frowned. "Hmm. I'm not exactly crazy about that idea. But today's your lucky day. Okay, just a little. Consider it a reward for some excellent fucking."

She had some skin lotion in a drawer next to her bed, so she got that out and lathered up her cleavage with it. She pulled her top up to her shoulders again. Then she knelt down in front of him and put his flaccid penis between her generous jugs.

"Oh maaaaan, I really shouldn't be doing this," Alan said out loud as Heather began to massage his penis back to life with her large silicone breasts.

They continued in a nice titfucking rhythm silently for a couple of minutes.

Then, more to himself than to Heather, Alan said, "Titfucking is my homework assignment." He was thinking back to his first titfuck with Akami on Friday and how she told him that he needed to practice what he'd learned before his next appointment with her. He was amazed that, just a few days ago, he didn't really know much about titfucking but now he was going at it with Heather like he'd been doing it for years.

She answered, "Well, then, let's make sure you get an A plus. Fucking stroke your big shaft right between my monsters. Like that! Good. Don't you just love my tits?" She cupped them with her hands to make them stick out even further. Heather didn't exactly have a modesty problem.

"They're great," he admitted. He didn't really care that they were plastic surgery fakeries; they felt quite pleasant to hold and fondle just the same.

"Mmmm. Alan, your dick feels so HOT. You're on fire, making my tits burn up. It's so raging hard and boiling hot!"

"Put my fire out by smothering it with your big tits, you sleazy tramp!"

"I will! I will! Fuck my tits hard! Cover them with your sticky jizz."

Alan pounded up and down her cleavage. Heather bounced her body up and down as well, so his penis practically flew through her sweat-lubricated channel.

Heather had rarely deigned to allow any man to titfuck her. Despite her extensive sexual experience, it was mostly fairly standard missionary position or doggy-style intercourse with men, or pussy licking and strap-on dildos with women. But, perhaps for the first time, she found herself really loving getting titfucked. It wasn't just something to do to get a penis hard before intercourse; she was getting off on it so much that she wanted to see it through to the end.

There wasn't much talk this time, and both of them had a hard enough time just breathing. She did manage to say, "Keep going! Do it!"

Alan was very happy to oblige. The fact that her cleavage was so thoroughly lathered up with oil made the titfuck especially pleasurable. Furthermore, since her tits were extra firm from her boob job, and since they were so large, she made an extremely excellent tunnel for his erection to fuck. It very nearly did feel like he was screwing a tight pussy.

When he came, his seed flew straight up in the air and fell back down onto her. Both of them screamed for joy.

He was amused at how much landed in her hair and even on the top of her head. To his surprise, she didn't mind but seemed to revel in getting sprayed by cum everywhere.

Alan might have lost his load, but he didn't lose his attitude just yet. Inspired by the way his cum had fallen all over her face and chest, he resumed acting roughly. With both of his hands on top of her head, he pushed her face down into her chest.

She was initially alarmed. She protested, "What are you doing? Don't make me eat that stuff. Cum is disgusting!"

But Alan would not be dissuaded. He understood that most other guys had bitter or sour tasting cum and that she mistakenly assumed he was like that. He figured that if he was too modest to praise his own seed with words, he'd just have to make her to see how good it tasted. So he continued to push her and "forced" her to eat up as much of his cum as she could find. "Take it, bitch! Eat it!"

"No!" she protested, even as she licked up a big gob on the top of her left breast.

"Are you a slut, or what? Sluts live on this stuff! Eat it up! All of it!"

"Never!" but she still ate more. In fact, the more he prodded her with rude words, the more eagerly she went after every last drop.

She loved the treatment so much that it took her some moments before she began to realize that she was enjoying the taste of his cum as well.

When it was all over and she'd cleaned up all the cum except the gobs that had landed in her hair, she had to admit, "Alan, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I actually like the taste of your spunk. You have to understand that normally I HATE cum. It gets everywhere. It's so disgusting and gooey. And the taste. Yuck! That's the worst. But this is completely different. It's like ... dessert. Some women, their juices I can tolerate. Barely. But this... I want more!"

He finally let his modesty slip a bit. He was bursting with pride that Heather had been proven wrong about his sexual skills. He was particularly miffed at her comments at the beach about him being a virgin, so he said, "That's what a lot of women say."

"A LOT of women? Alan, just a couple of days ago I thought you were a completely hopeless virgin nerd. If you'd kissed a girl before, you could have fooled me. You're telling me you've been with a number of women? Who?!"

"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell. I've probably said too much already."

"Kim did say you're discreet. Chalk up another point for her, and for you! I love it. We really have to do this again soon. I never would have figured. Where the hell did a nerd like you learn to fuck like that?"

"Hey, I don't appreciate being called a nerd all the time. For one thing, if I'm such a nerd, then why would Miss Social Princess here be fucking me in the first place?"

"Good point. Okay, I'll admit you're not a typical nerd. And you're certainly a lot better looking and more muscular than the typical nerd, I guess 'cos you play sports. But you hang out with dweeby guys and get good grades, so that makes you a nerd."

"That still begs the question. Why did you shanghai me today, if I'm such a dweeb? And what's with all this stuff about Kim?"

"Okay, you're not a dweeb, exactly. Happy? I'm just pointing out you should find a better crowd. It would look bad for me to be seen with you at school. The reason why you're here is because of Kim. She seems to think you're the best fucker on Earth. Just this morning at school, she was raving and carrying on and on about you. She said you don't just do wham-bam five-minute lovemaking, but really take your time and give the woman pleasure.

I figured if you can get someone who's mostly a lesbian that excited, I had to try you out for myself. If I wouldn't have luckily stumbled across you at the ice cream store, you would have been hearing from me soon enough, one way or another."

"Huh. So you fuck a nerd based on some gossip?"

"Not exactly. I have to admit, there was something about you that intrigued me the one time we met. That, and the whole painting thing got me hot. Oh, and then there's that big bulge you were showing off there at the beach." She patted his groin with fondness.

"Hey, I wasn't showing off. Shit happens. Sometimes us guys can't control it."

"Yeah, right. Show off!" She teased him, but playfully. "I gotta admit, you surprise me. I can't believe I'm lying here naked with a nerd, let alone having such a fucking good time. This is just like that Revenge of the Nerds movie where that total loser guy with the glasses gets the girl." She quickly corrected herself, "Except that you're not a total loser."

Alan was annoyed. "What's with you and nerds? You know, just because someone is smart doesn't mean you have to shun them. I can tell you're pretty smart yourself, even though you obviously don't study much. Or at all, I'd guess."

"I'll admit, my goal is to be popular and have fun. If I pass my classes too, that's a nice bonus. Okay, I'll try not to call you the 'N' word so much. But you never did answer my question. How did you learn to fuck so well?"

In a confessional voice, he admitted, "To be honest, I haven't really done it much. This is only my third time." He immediately regretted saying it. He instinctively knew that with Heather one should never admit weakness.

But she took it pretty well. "The third time?! Talk about a natural. All that name calling and stuff just came to you spontaneously?"

He nodded. "The third time with my third woman. But I've played around with some others. That why I said women like the taste of my cum. I just haven't always gone all the way."

"Huh. Still. Most guys I have sex with never learn that I like that. Who was your first? It wasn't Kim, she told me that. She must be your second, and she's totally inexperienced with intercourse, too. I want to shake the hand of your first for making you such a pro fucker so fast."

Alan avoided the question and changed the subject since his first was his sister. He thought, Thanks, Sis. And thank you, Kim and your big mouth. Although, now that I think about it, Suzanne was really the one most responsible for making me at ease and creative sexually.

He said, "Kim talks too much! You're not so bad yourself." Alan then launched into a torrent of compliments about Heather's body and her sexual skills just as heartfelt as the abuse he'd given a couple minutes before. While he was being honest, he also had the ulterior motive of moving the topic from whom his first lover was.

It worked like a charm. There was nothing Heather liked to talk about more than how beautiful and wonderful she was.

But after that, the conversation petered out and never really got started up again. Alan found that making polite conversation with Heather was very awkward. The two of them had very little in common, and the nerd / queen social divide was painfully obvious. The only reason to stay was more sex, but he knew that he couldn't get it up again.

Heather realized this and felt the need to find Rock before he got too angry. She made Alan feel like he'd overstayed his welcome.

The fact that her parents were supposed to come home at any time was also on his mind. So he finally got up and left.

As Alan drove away, he wondered at the remarkable experience he'd just gone through. He highly doubted it would ever be repeated because Heather didn't say anything at the end about wanting to get back together. Further, she'd stressed repeatedly the need for him not to mention what happened to anyone. More insultingly, she warned him not to act friendly to her at school. She even said, "Sorry, no offense, but I just can't afford to be seen talking to a nerd. It would ruin my image."

He felt a little bit used, but all in all he couldn't complain. It had been a wild, fun ride topped with some truly great sex. Plus, when it came to being used, he figured he got off easy. He realized that Rock was less Heather's boyfriend and more a dumb chump whom she constantly delighted in cheating on in the most outrageous ways. He gathered picking up strange guys practically in front of her boyfriend's face like she did with him at the Baskin Robbins wasn't all that uncommon for her.

In fact, in retrospect he realized she seemed surprisingly trusting with him and actually gloated to him about her cheating. She even mentioned that her favorite trick was to talk to Rock on the phone while she had sex with one of his football buddies.

Alan felt genuinely sorry for the guy. But at the same time, he had to admit to himself that the danger of getting beaten up by Rock or Heather's father helped make the sex even more arousing.

That was great sex. But dammit, Heather really frightens me! As good as that was, I actually hope that'll be the first and last time I have sex with her. If I see her coming towards me outside of school, I'm gonna run like hell in the other direction before she gets me killed!

Another thought occurred to him. Everything is sooo sexual all of a sudden. I can't even get an ice cream with a friend without something like this happening instead! Dang, that is weird. It's almost comical how these things keep happening to me.

CHAPTER 9

Susan lied when she told Alan in the morning that she might not want to do the abnormality check and that the opportunity might not come up even if she did. She was determined to do it no matter what, and thought about their upcoming meeting all day.

It was true that Ron was supposed to be home in the afternoon (although Susan certainly hadn't asked him to be there. She didn't want anyone or anything to interfere with her "abnormality check" quality time). But to her great pleasure, Ron called and said he'd run into all kinds of complications at work and not only wouldn't be home in the afternoon but might also be forced to miss dinner.

Normally Ron spent his rare times at home either entirely on vacation, or working a normal schedule while touching base at his company's main office. But on this occasion he seemed to be far busier than usual. He also was much more tense. Something was clearly up and Ron was far more close-mouthed about work than usual. He had assured Susan that there was nothing to worry about, and she got a feeling that his tenseness was due to anticipation rather than fear. But his long schedule did play hob with her desire for sexual reconciliation at night – the most she could do was get Ron to exercise with her early in the morning after she had scolded him about neglecting his health.

Susan was still tormented by all the issues that had been bothering her in recent days. But her eagerness to get her hands and mouth back on her son's penis while having what she considered a valid reason to do so, temporarily overrode all her worries.

When Suzanne came over to do their daily exercise routine together, she was pleasantly surprised to find Susan in a very good mood. She was even more surprised when Susan described how Alan had stripped and repeatedly fondled her during breakfast, but Susan just explained it with a "boys will be boys" good humor.

Suzanne took advantage of Susan's mood and obvious eagerness for the "abnormality check" to spend most of the morning advising Susan on various handjob and blowjob techniques.

"Come on, Susan," she said, "I don't know anything about abnormality checks, but you might as well help him reach his daily target by finishing him off with a handjob at the least. Let me show you a few things." She started to take off her blouse.

"Wait! Are you getting naked?"

"Well, sure. Just the top half though; we can keep our panties on."

"WE? You mean I have to strip to my panties too?"

"Of course," Suzanne said matter-of-factly as she took her bra off. "Cum is messy. Well, keep your pants on if you insist. But you really need to take your bra off because the tit jiggle is an essential part of any quality cock stroking. Look."

Suzanne pantomimed holding a hard penis in front of her. "See? I cup the balls here. And then, as I stroke here, I put my whole body into it. Don't just move your hands and forearms, stroke his cock with your entire being. A magnificent specimen like Alan's deserves nothing less. See how my breasts shake and my hips wiggle in time to my hand movements? It's little details like that that make the difference between an ordinary handjob and an expert one."

Susan reluctantly pulled her shirt over her head. "I don't know. It just seems so lewd and improper." But she listened attentively and took her bra off too.

Soon, she was mimicking all of Suzanne's moves.

Suzanne didn't actually teach her that much (and neither act was rocket science in its complexity), but she managed to work Susan up to a sexual lather by keeping the focus on Alan's erection the whole time.

During occasions such as this, Suzanne always reinforced certain themes, such as describing Alan as an irresistible near sexual god. Interestingly, Suzanne started out with a much more realistic assessment of Alan's sexual talents, but the more she praised him as a super stud, the more she began to believe the hype on some level.

Susan practically counted the minutes until Alan was supposed to come home from school. She looked at the clock over and over. But to her distress, the first one home was Katherine. Worse, Katherine gave the news that Alan made plans with friends for the afternoon.

Susan was disappointed, but she got good news in the form of another call from Ron who said he definitely wouldn't be able to come home until late, and not to cook anything for him.

She bided her time, because she knew Alan always came home in time for dinner, and with Ron gone, she'd get her chance to "help" him one way or another. As she'd planned on doing, she gave Katherine a big gift certificate and even bigger hint to go shopping and stay out of the house as long as she could.

Katherine wasn't dumb, especially as she'd already caught wind of the Tuesday checks and what they were about, and she made herself scarce.

Suzanne really wanted some time with Alan, after she'd been foiled in seeing him on Monday, but she knew better than to get between Susan and Alan on a Tuesday. So she stayed at home and kept Amy there as well. Suzanne thought to herself that to get Susan over her remaining prudish hang-ups was the most important thing in her overall scheme, so making sure the abnormality check went off without any hitches was the days' top priority.

Left alone, Susan contemplated how things would be with Alan after Ron was gone. There was little doubt now that things would get more sexual again. She'd practically promised that to Alan already. But she still looked for a way to indulge in sensual pleasures while she satisfied her morals. In particular, she looked for any excuse that would allow her to jack off Alan even more frequently without looking like she wanted it, both for his sake and her own conscience. But so far all she had was the abnormality-check excuse. Suzanne had given her some general excuses, but they still left her feeling guilty.

It had been two weeks since her one day of total debauchery with Alan, and since then she hadn't really had that many chances to suck him or stroke him.

But thanks in large part to Suzanne's daily encouragements, she could think of little else but to get another taste of his sweet cum. She now dreamed of it every night that she could remember her dreams. She lived in fear that she would talk in her sleep and her husband would hear her say sexual things about their son, things like: "Give it to me Alan! Stuff your big, thick cock inside me!" Luckily, she wasn't the kind of person to talk in her sleep.

Alan got back from his adventure with Heather around five thirty. He went straight from the garage to his room and did not even pause to say hello to Susan. He wanted to maximize every minute so he could still have a reasonably long daily afternoon nap.

He figured that if he was lucky, he might actually catch half an hour of sleep before dinner. Not only did his body feel listless without his usual nap, but the sex with Heather was like an exhaustive sporting event. He was completely drained.

Susan heard Alan come home and could barely contain her excitement. She'd put a lot of thought during the day into what she should wear. She'd decided on one of Suzanne's power suits. Although it did show off some cleavage, the rationale was that it was so expensive and formal that she'd been "forced" to take it off before long.

While waiting and waiting for Alan to come home, she'd helped herself to a few glasses of wine to boost her courage. That also loosened her inhibitions. A part of her was nervous, but she also bubbled with happiness and anticipation.

She knocked on the door. "Tiger, it's your mother." It was open a crack already, so she pushed right in.

Alan had barely entered the room himself, and was in the middle of marking his daily orgasms chart. He just said, "Hi, Mom." Even as she came in, he dove towards his bed.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she asked with great surprise, as if he didn't take a nap every day.

He flopped down onto his bed like someone half alive. "Mom, I'm soooo exhausted. Is Father home? When will we be able to do our thing?"

"Good news," she said giddily. "Ron is gone until after dinner. He might not get home until quite late! In fact, I've been waiting for you all afternoon, but no matter. We can do the check right now!"

Alan's penis started to swell, but to his intense displeasure, he found that the more engorged it became, the more it hurt. Alan couldn't help but say, "Oh no!"

When he realized that he'd sounded harsh, he explained, "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea. I just discovered this very second that my penis isn't feeling too good. Not good at all. It's kinda gotten excited, and that makes it hurt. Dang!" He willed himself to stay flaccid, with some success.

Susan asked, "Why is it hurting so much? Where have you been?"

She turned around and stared at his orgasm chart. "Oh my goodness! THREE more checks?! Tiger! Have you been creaming all over more big-titted cheerleaders?"

Again, Alan was stunned at the accuracy of her guess. He asked, "Why do you always assume I'm with big-titted cheerleaders?"

"Well, were you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point."

"Woo-hoo! Tiger! I'm so proud. Who did you do? Was it Heather? I hope you nailed her good!" There was a lusty fire in her eyes as she reveled in his sexual prowess.

Alan was still further amazed, but didn't want to kiss and tell. He said, "Mom, that's private. I can't say. But I still don't get all this cheerleader talk."

Susan explained as she sat on the edge of his desk and unbuttoned her blouse. "It's simple. If you're the best at sex, you should get the best. I know you didn't cream on Christine or you'd be bouncing off the walls with excitement, so that only leaves the cheerleaders." She squirmed as she admitted, "God, it makes me so hot!"

"Well, Mom, I don't know about that. I was a complete virgin just a couple of weeks ago. But whoever it was, she left me like a dishrag. My penis physically hurts as I'm lying here leaving it completely alone."

She brushed his concerns off with a wave of her hand, staring intently at his groin. Then she looked away and seemed to bring her emotions more under control. "That's what the check is for. We have to get the status of your penis once a week, for the nurse. I'm very concerned. We have to see how it's doing right away."

He reluctantly sat up in bed.

She moved over to the edge of his bed and started to pull his underwear off. She attempted a feeble effort to mask her eagerness, not realizing how sultry her stare looked. "Now remember, we have to do this very dispassionately. Can you handle that, Tiger? Not like the other day at the pool. We have to be very detached and clinical."

"I don't think I'll be able to handle anything at all. I tell you, seriously, this six times a day thing has wiped my penis out altogether."

He thought to himself, Of all the times to run into Heather! Dang! What rotten luck! My mom could ask me to fuck her and I'd have to say no.

"Nonsense," she stated firmly as she began to rub his still semi-turgid member. "I know you have very strong sexual energy. Show your mother how hard you can get so she can make a good report to the nurse."

She held his penis as if she was in awe of it, like she held the world's largest diamond. She tried to be poker-faced, but in fact she smiled broadly, overjoyed to feel it again.

"Normally that's true, Mom, but I don't think I can manage today. They wiped me out." There actually hadn't been a "they" but he figured if he said that he might divert Susan from her all too accurate guess of him being with Heather.

"'They'?! Wow. Amazing. Such a BIG, strong boy!" Susan thought of her son's erection being licked by two busty cheerleaders at once and began to feel even more tingly between her legs.

But she turned pouty. "Tiger, I'm sad. I've been waiting all afternoon to help you with your problem, only to find out you've been spilling your seed on two busty teens. Was it two? Or more?! In any case, you're a real meanie."

He looked her in the eyes since she was so thoroughly covered, but she only had eyes for his crotch. Still he said in a heartfelt voice, "I'm sorry, Mom. You said Ron would be here all afternoon, remember? I'd rather be with you than a hundred cheerleaders!"

She looked up at him bashfully. "Really? I can't compete with all those sweet young things."

"It's true. There's nobody's lips I'd rather see wrapped around my fat penis head than yours."

"Awww. That's so sweet. But you're just saying that." She kicked her legs back and forth with giddy nervousness.

"Really! Sure, there are some good looking girls at school and I have no idea why some of them are interested in me all of the sudden, but none of them hold a candle to you. There's no way I'd be close to keeping up with my six times a day regimen if not for you and Suzanne helping out. Like what you did this morning. That kept me going all day."

"I'm glad I could be of help. But don't worry about your soreness, just let your mother take care of it. She'll make everything all better." She pulled his shorts off and rubbed his penis for a few more minutes, but it simply wouldn't get completely hard.

It certainly wasn't for lack of her trying. She was frustrated as hell after waiting for this moment all day.

In fact, Alan could have willed it to be fully erect at any moment just by letting his feelings go. But he purposely didn't do so, because he knew that if it got hard it would hurt a lot, and that if he actually ejaculated, it would hurt even more. He also was concerned that the abnormality check session might escalate and his mother would taste Heather's recent juices on his penis. He didn't think this was the right time for her to find out he was actually having intercourse. So he focused on disgusting thoughts and continued to will himself to stay flaccid instead.

Finally Susan said, "Tiger, would it help if I tried to stimulate it by putting it in my mouth? Is that what you want? Do you want your own mother to suck your penis? Actually, I should cut the bull and call it a cock. Ron has a penis but you have a COCK. If that's what I have to do then I'm willing to do it, but it seems so very improper!"

As delightful as the idea sounded, it didn't stop his penis from hurting. He had to redoubled his efforts to keep it from engorging.

Her sexy suggestion had made her more excited than him. Her chest began to heave from heavy breathing and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Alan flailed about for an excuse and decided to continue his pseudo-charade of tiredness. "Mom, normally I'd love that idea, any time you want. But not now. It's really not reviving."

Seemingly ignoring, she bent down and started breathing on it.

It twitched with life, but was still only about half hard.

Then she asked, "How about if I get naked? Do you want me to get naked and suck your big cock that way? I know that's wrong, and I vowed not to do that while Ron was here, but the night before last you made your sinful mother suck you off right on her marital bed, so I suppose resistance is useless. I'm willing to do it if that's what it takes to help your problem. I'd do anything to help you, Tiger. But we have to be clear about the boundaries and go-"

Alan interrupted, "Mom, listen! My penis is in pain, okay? It hurts. When it gets hard, it really, really hurts. I just have to take it easy, and tomorrow it will be much better, I'm sure. Let's do this tomorrow. I'd love it, then." 

He thought to himself, I can't believe I just said that. I'm turning my mother down? Curse Heather! Fuck her lousy timing. Fuck!

But Susan was like a sex junkie who wouldn't be denied her Tuesday penis fix. "Akami said it has to be on Tuesday," she said in a pouty voice like a child denied its favorite toy. She took off her business jacket and began to work on removing her blouse underneath, but Alan just shook his head no.

She finally bowed to the inevitable and stopped taking off her clothes. "I thought this was something you wanted?" she asked tentatively, and slightly hurt.

"I do! I do! So much! Nothing is more important than these penis checks. But just not at this very moment. I can't control how my penis feels all the time. It just does what it does."

She seemed relieved at that. "Okay, why don't we give it a few more hours? Let's try again this evening. If it still hurts then, then this is something we'll need to talk to Akami about."

He nodded. He was upset with himself, but there was nothing he could do. The only cure for his soreness was time.

CHAPTER 10

Susan made some calls and confirmed that Ron would be gone until about ten o'clock, if not midnight. Katherine came home from shopping and Amy came over too, but Susan gave them cash and told them to watch a movie. This time, she wasn't going to mess around.

She wanted to give Alan the maximum amount of time for his penis to recover. She'd given him some advance warning on when she'd be back. He used the breather to wipe his penis clean of Heather's residue with a washcloth from the bathroom.

When nine o'clock rolled around, he expected her to come in. But he didn't expect her to stride into the room completely naked, which is exactly what she did (not counting the sexy stockings and high heels she had on).

"Mom!" cried Alan in pleasant shock. "Where are your clothes?" Alan sat up in his bed, where he'd been reading.

"Mommy's not messing around this time, Tiger. She's been waiting impatiently all day. I figure you somehow always manage to separate me from my clothes, so I might as well cut to the chase. How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

"Good! Very good. Mommy's going to get her son's penis nice and hard for the good nurse. Just remember that you can look but don't touch."

She pulled down his bed sheets, saw he was naked, and took his penis in her hands right as she said the word "touch."

"My God, Mom, what if Father comes home early?" Without thinking, Alan swung his legs out of the bed and sat on the bed's edge to give his mother better access to his hardening penis.

She got between his legs without ever taking her hands off his member. "We'll hear the car coming if he does. Anyway, don't think about that, think about your naked mommy. Isn't she naughty, getting all naked and horny for her son?"

"Oh, shit!" cried Alan, because his mother's aggressive plan had worked and his penis got hard before he could think to will it not to. The shocking sight of his mother as she strolled into his room naked made him temporarily forget his penis pain, but then the pain came back with a vengeance as he got hard. He consoled himself that at least the pain wasn't as insistent as it had been earlier.

Susan jacked off his penis with all the skill and enthusiasm she could muster. Admittedly she was very lacking in the experience department, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, Alan's penis was so sore that after a couple of minutes of arousal, it started to go limp. That forced Susan to start to talk dirty again.

"Oh my, Tiger. Looking at me isn't enough for you? Is it because you want your mother to suck your cock, is that what you want? Are you willing your cock to go soft so I'll have to suck it?"

"No mom, I wouldn't..."

She seemingly ignored him. "That would be so naughty, if you did that. So very improper! Forcing your mommy to suck your cock. But it's so clever. Mommy can't resist when her son's as clever as that. Maybe that's how she got here, naked and on her knees, ready to serve! Do you want me to take this hard, thick erection and stuff it down my throat? Is that the kind of thing mothers do for their sons? Is that what you want me to do?"

She panted, "Oh, yes. I will! I'll do it! I'll take this throbbing, meaty cheerleader porker– I can feel the blood pulse through it in my hands! – I'll take it and stuff it in my mouth. Even though it's soooo wrong. Then I'll run my tongue all over it. You'll be fucking my mouth, son. Do you want to fuck your mommy's mouth? Your naked mommy? Here, why don't you find out?"

Alan's penis had completely revived by this point so she technically didn't need to suck it to get him erect, but Susan worked her self up so much that she just had to suck it anyway. She plunged it in deep and then pulled it nearly all the way out, over and over, just as if he really had fucked her mouth.

Alan tried to will himself not to cum because he knew it would cause him great pain, so he did all he could to hold out. He prolonged orgasm for a long time and clenched his PC muscle, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. There was no way to stop his mother's determination to get another taste of his semen.

But what really drove Alan over the edge was the expression on her face - not only of pure lust, but also pure love. He realized right then how much her pleasuring him was also a way for her to show her deep love for him. But this tender thought was overwhelmed by his own pure lust. His seed finally shot out and splattered all over the inside of his mother's mouth.

She made muffled cries of ecstasy and drank it all in. Why have I been denying myself this? Why? Why? I need this every day. Every hour! She completely forgot that her husband was even in town.

Alan found himself in pain, but not as much as he'd feared. Actually, it was less painful now and more simply numb. He figured, Once a person is numb, getting number doesn't really matter much. The pleasure definitely outweighed the pain, especially the mental pleasure of enjoying the whole situation. He felt a strange sense of power to see his mother naked on her knees and between his legs. He put his hands on her head and kept her there at his crotch.

She licked his penis clean which somehow seemed twice as wild to Alan as the blowjob. It was as if she couldn't get enough and had no self-control whatsoever. She seemed to sob and shake when he firmly moved her head up and down, and redouble the tempo and firmness of her licking and sucking. Even his penis being flaccid didn't slow her down much.

When she was finally done she sat back on the floor and tried to recover her breath. Her eyes were still wild and shivers of excitement still ran up and down her spine. Her eyes slowly focused until Alan could almost see a light bulb go on in her head. "Tiger! Oh my gosh! I was so intent on getting you to cum that I forgot the reason for doing it in the first place. I completely forgot to do the abnormality check."

"Oh no! Mom! No! There's no way I can do that again now. No way."

"But we have to." She again acted like a petulant child. To his surprise, she sat up on the bed next to him and cuddled up to him. Her magnificent orbs pressed into his chest as she lightly stroked his chest and arms with her hands. "Do you want to make Akami angry? If we don't do the check, she's going to be quite angry with me."

Susan had completely made this up. She had hardly been in contact with Akami since the appointment with Alan where Akami gave Susan a thorough "breast check." Susan had no intention of calling Akami the next day, unless there was indeed something very wrong with Alan's penis. There was a chance Akami would ask about the abnormality check at the next appointment, but deep down she doubted even that would happen.

Alan momentarily felt lightheaded from his mother's tenderness. To get sucked off was one thing, but she generally avoided physical signs of tenderness, like kissing. He wanted to reciprocate, but he also realized the state of his penis. "Mom, we can't. It would just hurt so much."

Susan feared it might be days until she got another chance at his penis, and still would not give up completely. She scraped her hard nipples up and down his chest and said, "But Mommy could make the check so much fun. While she's pressing her thumb at the base she could be licking all over the top. Doesn't that sound like fun? And then when we're done, you might as well shoot another load down Mommy's throat. Suzanne taught me all kinds of cocksucking tricks today. I need a lot of practice to get them right. Too bad Ron's never going to find out what any of them are. They're only for you."

Alan temporarily thought he would completely lose the ability to think. But then he thought of the painful burning in his loins.

She pressed, in more ways than one. "Look, you say that right now, but we still have probably another hour before your father gets home. I'll come back in a little bit and let you decide then, okay?"

She left him for about fifteen minutes. She was so worked up that the only thing she could do to pass the time was masturbate more. She didn't even bother to put on any clothes and she luxuriated in the freedom of walking down the hallway in the nude.

However, she was getting concerned about Ron coming back home and catching them, so she called up Suzanne. "Dear friend, guess what? Tiger and I are having a long and hard time doing the abnormality check."

Suzanne teased back, "Is it a long, hard, thick and tasty time?"

"You know it is! Why I don't do this every day is beyond me. But in any case, Ron should be back pretty soon now. Can I ask you to keep an eye out for his car and call me in case he comes home? I'll have my cell phone with me."

"No problem. I'll sit out by the front window and read a book."

"Thanks. What a friend. Later!"

Susan was feeling so naughty and horny that she wanted to walk back in to Alan's room wearing nothing but high heels and her own cum trickling down her legs. But due to the necessity of keeping her phone near her, she made virtue of necessity and dressed up in the sluttiest outfit she could think of. Susan never had much clothes of her own, but it seemed that every day, more and more of Suzanne's huge amount of clothes were showing up in her closet. She picked out a shiny black leather miniskirt that belonged to Suzanne, but she couldn't find any top, not even any of Suzanne's, that were slutty enough for her and also had a pocket of some kind for the phone. Finally, she found a purple blouse that she liked and decided to just keep it completely open in the front.

She got so excited while dressing up that she practically had a big orgasm just from thinking about what Alan would do to her in it. I just know Tiger is gonna love this! He's such a terribly cum-filled boy; if I don't slut myself up there's no telling just how painful his blue balls could get, not to mention his daily target.

"Knock, knock, anybody home? Mommy's mouth needs a refill!" A part of her thought about how improper that sounded, but that part didn't have much say in the matter.

Alan still lay in bed. "Oh, Mom, I just can't. I'd love to, but I just can't. Really."

She sat on the bed with him. "Does your penis hurt that much?"

She began to think that she had pushed him too far. She was ready to let him be for the evening, as it hit her that his soreness might be worse than she realized. Her motherly nursing instincts started to take over from her pure horny lust.

But then he said, "Actually, it's not as bad as I'd feared. I can deal with the soreness. That's not such a big deal as it was earlier. But I just can't get it up again. There's no way to get it excited. I'm only human and it's still too soon since last time. I feel like my balls are literally drained dry."

Since it wasn't a pain issue but just an arousal issue, she decided to go ahead. She pulled her blouse off her shoulders and thrust her chest out. "Don't worry, if that's the only problem, I'm sure Mommy can think of something. Mommy's breasts feel so lonely and unloved. Maybe you should... No, that violates the rules. Hmmm..."

She continued to think out loud. "We need something that won't violate the rules. Let's see..." She thought for a moment for something really erotic to do for him.

She removed her miniskirt so she was dressed in nothing but her high heels. Then she walked across the room and got down on all fours. She said in an excited, whispery voice, "Look Tiger; look at Mommy. She's crawling. She's crawling on her knees for your cock."

She began to crawl across the room and made a bee-line directly for the space between his legs. The word "cock" held a lot of emotional power for her; for most of her life it was too naughty a word to even use in her thoughts. As she said it now, she emphasized it in a really naughty voice, like she spit it out of her mouth.

"Look at your mommy. She wants it soooo bad. She wants your penis. Your thick, tasty, meaty slab of COCK! She wants to suck it. Look. She's begging for it!"

She slowly crawled closer and closer as her eyes bored into his crotch. "Look, I'm on my knees. Look at my big jugs swing and sway. I'm a slave to your cock! I'm begging! I don't even care if my husband and your father sees me like this. He should! He needs to know that Mommy is YOUR cocksucker now! Give it to me Tiger! Let me suck it. Let me suck it just a little! Please?"

As she crawled forward, her huge breasts did it fact sway pendulously. They drooped straight toward the floor, which made them look even bigger than usual. That sight, plus every other inch of her perfect body, plus her erotic talk, drove Alan beyond all reason.

His penis rebounded to full size within seconds. All at once, he screamed, "Yes, Mom! You can have it! Suck me! Suck my cock!"

"Oh, goody! Thank you, Son! Mommy's so happy now. You've made Mommy so very-"

She interrupted her own words because her mouth finally met up with his erection. She sucked with a will and a passion, but then suddenly remembered the reason why they had to do this a second time. She took it out of her mouth briefly.

"Oopsie, Tiger, I almost forgot why we're doing this again. I have to perform an abnormality check. Remember that? I'll just keep sucking on the tip, and do the check with my hands on all those other fat and smooth inches in the meanwhile. Ready?" She put her son's penis back in her mouth and explored the rest of his penis with her hands. It was less a systematic check, and more just an all-out fondling designed to get him off. But it was close enough for her to satisfy herself she'd done the check.

Once again, she gave him indescribable pleasure. Because Alan had cum so recently, he found he could hold out a long time. The pleasure easily overrode the soreness. He did all he could to hold out.

Susan's mouth seemed permanently attached to his penis as she caressed it, tongued it, swirled, sucked, and all but worshipped it for many long minutes. She closed her eyes and turned off her mind completely. She was totally lost in the moment and so was he.

But there were biological limits Alan's body had to obey - it was impossible to hold out against such talented stimulation forever.

Finally, he could take no more and he shot another load into her ready and waiting mouth. The ejaculation brought the pain and soreness back. His penis hurt so bad that he nearly wanted to cry out, but he would have done it all over again if given the opportunity.

At the same time, Susan found herself spontaneously in the throes of her own orgasms, even though she didn't touch herself at all. Just the mere idea of being a naked horny slave willing to crawl to her son's penis was nearly enough to get her off, in and of itself.

At the height of both their orgasmic climaxes, she thought, "I AM a slave to your cock!" Yes I am! That's exactly what I am! God, it's so good! She'd never allowed herself such thoughts, but now that she verbalized them to herself, it was like a powerful mental orgasm hitting her to compliment the physical one she just had. She felt a sense of purpose and even freedom somehow as she reveled in the idea of living to serve her son's sexual pleasure.

But when both of them recovered a bit, Susan began to have regrets. She couldn't imagine she'd luxuriated in the idea of being a slave mere moments before. She actually was so overwhelmed with doubts that she stopped licking his penis clean before she was completely done and pulled back.

She put an arm over her rack and a hand over her bush, then said to him in a stern and serious tone, "Now Alan, today was a very unusual day because you had such a hard time getting aroused. All those things I said about being a slave and so forth, that was just talk to get you aroused, you understand? Same with the naked crawling and begging. That was just acting. So don't get any big ideas, okay? It's not like I really want to do anything with your penis like that. I'm your mother and you need to respect me. I was forced to say those things for your benefit, so we could do the check. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom." Alan knew better than to try to dissuade her of her illusions. It wasn't clear how much even she believed her excuses.

"Okay. Then let's get cleaned up here. Your father or sister could even be home in a few minutes, so let's hurry." Somehow, she found the idea of sucking her son's penis off even as her husband drove home to be incredibly erotic. Frankly, Ron doesn't deserve a woman like me. When he leaves, Alan will be the man of the house. He's eighteen and a full man here, now. He'll be the one giving the orders, just like how he tells me what to hear.

These thoughts got her hot all over again. With her hand on her pussy, she was tempted to stick a finger or two inside, but she also was suffering from soreness due to over activity.

She found herself wondering if he could get it up yet again. But she knew that was physically impossible, not to mention Ron would be home soon. So she hid her feelings and tried to focus on God and religion.

Her mind again raced in confusion between lust and morality. She came to the conclusion, The Lord moves in mysterious ways. This must be right. Suzanne has pointed out so many times lately that a handjob or blowjob is not incest. It's not! I'm actually saving him from sin, if I can stop him from masturbating. And Ron rendered marital fidelity null and void with all of his cheating. As long as I don't go any further, it should be okay. Maybe I won't even have to go to Hell for this.

Then she remembered her goodnight kiss from the night before. She hoped it could become a nightly tradition, so she acted like it was something they'd always done. "I guess I should tuck you in and give you your kiss now, since it's already so late."

She sat on the edge of Alan's bed while he got under the covers. She leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheeks, nose, forehead, ears, and even neck. But, even with her newfound love of blowjobs, a mouth-to-mouth kiss was still taboo.

Since she was still naked, Alan reached out between the kissing and groped at a tit.

"Stop that, you naughty, naughty, cum-filled boy. When Ron leaves, I might just have to give you a hand, so to speak, more frequently than just Tuesdays. But only if you're a very good boy. He'll be home any minute, so behave." They kissed a little more in innocent ways (with Susan again exploring his ears with her tongue and lips), and then she left.

Not five minutes later, Ron drove up the driveway.

Suzanne called up that same second. "Susan, he's here!"

"I know! I've got it covered. I'm in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Not surprisingly, Tiger left me all covered in goo."

"How was it?"

"Glorious! I was terribly naughty, but I don't feel that same huge guilty pain in my chest as I did before. But let's talk tomorrow. Gotta run!"

"Okay. Bye!"

Later that night as Susan lay in bed with her husband, she felt truly very guilty and vowed not to let such behavior happen again. Or at least, not much. I can't do that every day. As much as I'd love to! No. It's wrong. I shouldn't have implied anything more to him. I'm so weak. "Slave to your cock" - God, I really need to get my head examined. Just Tuesdays. That's all. If I can just hold my urges to once a week... Please, Lord, give me strength to resist!

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