CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 9)

When Susan finally came to, she expected a wave of post-coital guilt to hit her, but that didn't happen. Yes, she was ashamed, but that hadn't stopped her before. She tried to pretend that Suzanne and Katherine weren't there.

Alan's penis still rested on her skin and she decided that, if she focused on that sensation, she could drive the conflicted thoughts out of her brain.

As she luxuriated in the sensation of his penis as it rested on her thigh, her horny feelings flooded back at nearly the same intensity as before. For some reason, she found herself thinking in a British accent, Thank you sir, may I have another? Then she giggled inside and repeated it again. She thought it was from some movie, but couldn't recall which (it was "Oliver!"). Thank you sir, may I have another? It was even funnier the second time and she idly wondered if she hadn't lost her mind.

Alan wasn't idle and kept working the lotion farther down her legs. When he reached all the way down for her opposite foot, his penis moved onto her ass. He surreptitiously used a hand to wedge his penis right into the crack of her ass, and it stayed there, its tip like a homing beacon that sought out her deepest, darkest depths.

Susan clenched and unclenched her butt muscles in an attempt to drive it away, or at least that was what she told herself. But it only served to drive it deeper into her crack. She finally gave up the battle and it lay wedged lengthwise across her sphincter. She could easily have moved it away by reaching around with a hand or saying something, but she didn't want it to move. Indeed, she wanted it to delve deeper into the crack and, with any luck, penetrate her puckered hole until he filled her completely.

As Alan's hands worked their way up her thighs from the back, he didn't have to ask her to spread her legs again; they were already spread widely and invitingly as he drew closer. When his fingers finally came to the back view of her pussy, she began to shudder in quiet, tiny orgasms.

She bit down on her lips and prayed that he wouldn't notice her passion, but her body gave her away. Her pussy lips practically trembled in delightful anticipation of being penetrated, pummeled and thoroughly fucked by her son in the outdoors and in front of both her best friend and daughter.

She fully expected that to happen. In her mind, she cried out, Fuck your slutty, cocksucking mom! She wants it! She needs it! Yes - right there. Closer! Put your hands on it. Put your fingers on my pussy - put them IN my pussy! No! Not your hands- YOUR COCK! I want you to push your hard, throbbing monster into your mother's pussy! Punish me with that pole!

Katherine and Suzanne had similar thoughts, just from watching. No one looked at them, so they were free to indulge in open gawking at Alan's hands on his mother's butt. Suzanne had been recently satisfied, so she wasn't too wound up. Weighing the pleasure of masturbating herself versus the potential displeasure that might give Susan, she decided to just rest herself for a while.

But Katherine was in agony. She was still forced to wear a bikini top, though it was so tiny and tied on so loosely that it fell off of her nipples more often than not. She nonetheless resented the restrictions placed on her even as her mother fully enjoyed herself. She especially resented not being able to finger fuck herself to satisfaction.

She thought as she stared, Shit. When is he going to get to me? Is he ever going to get to me? Once he gets started with Mom, he doesn't stop. She's going to drain his balls and leave me nothing. Dump a load on MY face, Brother! Dump it in MY ass. Anywhere. Just come over here with your healthy, monster fuck-pole. Your number one fuck toy needs it! Have mercy on your sister. I'm going to explode with frustration over here! Arrggh!

Susan was completely oblivious to her daughter's mood and, in fact, was aware of nothing in the universe except the penis trapped in her ass crack. She thrust her hips up and down and clenched and unclenched her butt muscles. It was practically as if Alan was fucking her, or she was fucking him, just from his penis being squeezed by her butt.

But, surprisingly, he kept his cool. He worked his hands on her ass almost as though he was on auto pilot, his mind lost in an erotic fog. He didn't think in the normal sense; instead, his mind was fully devoted to absorbing all the sensory information that flooded into his head. Not only did he concentrate on the squeezing around his penis, but also the sliding of his hands over her oily skin. And even though they were outside, the smell of sex was overwhelming. He sniffed it in as he would a fine wine.

By this point, he didn't even bother with the pretense to actually put more lotion on his hands. He just kept rubbing her skin methodically. There was enough suntan lotion in the area to make her butt deliciously slippery and fragrantly oily, and he imagined that all the slickness was caused by numerous cum loads and sweat from his dick, not the lotion. So much pre-cum drooled out that it seemed as if he'd dumped at least one load on her already, so that helped his fantasy.

Without warning, Susan was overcome by another tremendous orgasm. Her contractions inadvertently and delightfully squeezed his penis even more. Her body stiffened and her mouth opened wide as if to cry out. She desperately wanted to yell "Fuck Me!" but no sound actually escaped her lips except for very heavy panting.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, a wave of shame passed over her, finally. She realized, I can't bear to look in Suzanne's direction, but she would have to be completely blind not to notice that. I'm supposed to be helping Alan out, but that kind of orgasm is not supposed to happen! This is all about pleasing HIS penis for HIS medical needs, and I shouldn't be enjoying myself so much. It's ruining my judgment. I have to calm down and get Alan off of me before I do something I'll really regret! Otherwise, this might go on all day.

She replayed her thought: Get Alan off. Heh-heh. That's right. I have to get Alan off! Tiger, fill your mother's mouth with your cum until it's all full and spills out onto her big tits. My tits... They need to be yanked at, just like the teats of a cow. I'm your sex cow. Moooo! Moooo! She giggled out loud. Give me another orgasm like that last one, Son, and I'll be your sex cow forever.

But Alan kept going on his mother. Susan tried her best to keep her butt still, since that was the focus of Alan's attention. And she was pretty successful at that, but her body was full of energy that needed some release, so the rest of her body writhed in ecstasy. Her hands and legs silently flailed in the air, as if she tried to swim away from her lawn chair. She simultaneously wanted Alan to stop and not stop. Even though she'd just climaxed, within minutes she worked towards an even bigger one. Do me all day, Tiger. Do it to me again! Keep me naked, happy, and well-fucked. I'm your mommy, Tiger. Do fun and nasty things to your mommy!

Knowing that Suzanne's eyes were upon her, Susan tried her best to make it look like she was having an ordinary lotion application and massage, but she knew she had failed miserably. The only thing she was really successful at was to keep her mouth shut. It was about all she could do not to moan, because she knew that if she gave in to that, before long she would scream or say really weird things. She had a nearly irresistible desire to cry out, "Moooo! Moooo! Sex cow! Mommy is your sex cow! Moooo!"

After a few minutes, she couldn't even control her butt and she began to flex and relax her butt muscles again, which again served as a sort of masturbation or fucking for Alan's penis lodged along her ass crack. But, eventually, Alan had to take his penis out of his mother's crack, because he wanted to replace it with his lotion-covered fingers and he didn't want to cum yet.

Susan almost cried out "No!" as she felt it leave, but she let it go and hoped that it would soon find its way into other, deeper openings. She wondered, Maybe Alan should stick his thick pole into my asshole instead. That's not really a violation of the boundary rules, is it? He's allowed to touch me on the butt to get my attention, so isn't sticking his penis into my anus and pushing it in and out just another way of touching my butt? It certainly would get my attention! Maybe I should tell him that from now on, in order to get my attention he has to fuck me up the ass! But still she didn't talk.

Now that Alan grabbed his penis to pry it from her butt, he couldn't let go. With one hand, he began to stroke himself and, with the other, he began to explore her ass crack. He quickly found her anus and fingered the opening. He was so aroused by the ass that he even considered buttfucking. However, he decided he shouldn't dare insert his penis there. That might cause her to freak out and end all this fun, he thought. If only he could have read her thoughts!

He pistoned a hand on his penis in time to his other hand pistoning in and out of his mother's asshole. He imagined that he fucked her asshole. He considered the idea to be gross, unclean, and "gay," but his feelings had started to waver. Certainly, the fantasy of doing it was very powerful for him.

Meanwhile, Katherine knew that her mother was far too occupied to look back around her way, so she pulled the thin fabric of her bikini aside and allowed herself to finger her pussy busily. She tore her bikini top off and frantically rubbed her boobs, without a care for who saw her or what they said.

Suzanne also badly wanted to fuck herself but still held back because she knew Susan could see, if she ever came out of her throes of ecstasy long enough to look up. The way the lawn chairs were positioned next to each other, it was hard for Susan not to look in Suzanne's direction if she ever lifted her head. But just the view of Alan on his mother caused Suzanne's juices to flow again. She found the sight of Alan repeatedly giving Susan the most intense orgasms extremely arousing.

But Suzanne's restraint could only take so much. When Alan began to pay considerable attention to Susan's ass and backside, Suzanne reached behind herself and began to play with her own ass as she watched. As Susan began her orgasms, Suzanne plunged her hands into her own pussy from behind as if she did herself doggy style. She started to have her own orgasms and hoped that Susan was in too much of an erotic fog to still remember that her friend sat less than five feet away.

So everyone masturbated themselves to climax at roughly the same time. As Alan reached a climax, straddled over his mother, he unconsciously sat up a bit and pointed his penis down onto her butt. He sprayed his seed all over her ass like a fire hose. It was almost as if he had to hit a moving target, because her whole body shook so fiercely.

Susan was already lost in a continuous series of orgasms from having her son passionately explore every inch of her body and when she felt Alan's semen spray onto her ass, she thought for sure that she would pass out. She'd tried to keep quiet, but she couldn't help but gasp out several loud screams.

Katherine and Suzanne both sat up and watched the sight as they both climaxed themselves into ecstasy. Again, Suzanne was reasonably satisfied. For one thing, she could still taste Alan's cum in her mouth. But Katherine felt her fingers just weren't enough compared to the real thing.

Alan was so amazed that he sat back for a minute and admired his handiwork underneath him. Between his torrent of cum and Susan's own juices dripping down, Susan's butt looked like something out of a gang bang movie scene. She certainly didn't look very motherly.

Alan thought he heard her mumbling, "Moooo, moooo, moooo," but couldn't figure out what that meant.

CHAPTER 2

After a few minutes, everyone calmed down and recovered. Yet still, no words were said by anyone. Luckily the radio still played, or the silence would have been deafening. Susan, in particular, had never felt so good in her life. She thought for sure that her intense experience was over and Alan would move on to Katherine.

But Alan wasn't done. He decided that his fantasy of covering her in cum instead of lotion could become real. He said, "Mom, I'm applying some more lotion here," and he began to rub his still-hot seed into the skin of her butt. As she realized what he was doing, she quickly regained her intense erotic buzz.

Susan still kept her eyes closed, but now that she'd regained some consciousness, she was well aware that Suzanne at least must be watching her closely, if not Katherine as well. Even though this disturbed her, it simultaneously turned her on.

She thought, Certainly Suzanne can see that my butt is just completely covered with my son's jizz! Here I am, buck-naked and with my ass high in the air so my son can coat every inch of it with his sperm. Can I get any more depraved than this? I think not. God, forgive me, but if Alan can get hard again... Hell, what am I saying? Of course he's going to get hard again. This is my Tiger we're talking about!

Anyway, WHEN he gets hard again, if he wants to fuck me doggy style like this, I'm just going to have to let him. I don't care if Suzanne is watching. I don't care if I'm going to hell! It feels too good to say no. At least do me up the ass, Son! Fuck your mother's asshole! And if you don't have the balls to do that, then get off of me altogether, because I can't stand the torture of your penis being so close to heaven.

But Alan neither fucked her nor left her. He just kept rubbing his cum into her skin. He had cum so much that there was too much cum for just her butt, so he massaged it into her thighs as well. She was like putty in his hands. Every time he strongly kneaded her flesh, she let out a loud moan of intense joy.

He went right up to the edge of her pussy and rubbed his seed in with her own copiously flowing juices. He was glad that she was infertile, so he didn't have to worry if some of his sperm found its way into her and made her pregnant. He pushed some cum directly over her asshole and watched as the stream rolled down along her crack.

The rivulets flowed down to her pussy lips and he wondered if much would make its way inside. Her clit became even more engorged than usual. It stuck out as if it cried out to be sucked or rubbed vigorously by the shaft of his penis. But he still didn't dare touch her fuck hole, for fear that doing so might make her end the whole thing. Again, things would have been very different if he could have read her thoughts.

"Tiger, what kind of lotion are you using there?" she finally asked him, but her tone was playful, not accusing. "I don't know if the kind you're using is really so PROPER!" She nearly shouted the last word as she shuddered to yet another orgasm. Now that her orgasms had started it seemed they would never stop.

"Oh, don't worry, Mom, my cream is the best. It even tastes really good. Would you like to taste some? I could put some on my fingers and you could suck it off with your mouth." As he said this, he put a big gob on his fingers and ran it up and into her butt crack. He even stuffed some of it into her anus.

"Oh no, Alan. Please don't." Susan panted heavily. "Please don't stuff your cream, your tasty cream, in my mouth! What would people think? So wrong. So wrong to fuck your mommy's mouth. No! Not yet. Later! Fuck it tonight! All night! Her second pussy will be waiting for it. But now just keep doing what you're doing to my ASS!"

"Oh, you mean this?" Alan plunged his cum-soaked finger all the way into her asshole.

"Yes!" she cried out. "YES!" But then she thought of the eyes of Suzanne and Katherine on her, and said, "Um, I meant no. So good! So good! But you'd better stop! Please don't... Uh, take advantage... Uh, Oh! Uh, of your.. God! Fuck! Poor, defenseless mother! Yes!"

Her whole body shuddered and shook so violently that it seemed to Alan like she was being churned by a giant blender on a puree setting. The main reason she discouraged him was that she simply couldn't take any more stimulation - she felt like she would literally lose her mind to lust. When it was over, her senses returned after such a dramatic departure that she felt as if she'd died and been reborn.

She opened her eyes and tried to make sense of the world. The first thing she noticed was the sound of Alan casually say, "Okay, I'm done anyways." Then she felt him hop off of her. She could hardly believe it.

She felt such an intense sense of loss as the pressure of his body on hers lifted that she wanted to cry. How long has he been on me? she wondered. What kind of naughty things am I allowing to happen? What the hell did we just do, for crying out loud? What will Suzanne think of me now? Does it really have to end? She just panted and recovered a bit. Then she realized his legs still hadn't been covered with suntan lotion yet.

"Tiger ... your legs!" It was the last thing Alan expected her to say. Then he realized how hot and exposed to the sun his legs were. They were dangerously close to being sunburned.

As she regained control of her mind somewhat, now that he was off of her, she said, "Tiger, lie down where I was and I'll do your legs before they burn." Her tone was firm and uncompromising.

Alan looked at the lawn chair and noticed a huge wet patch on the lawn chair that was his mother's cum. He lay down on the chair, which made the cum stick to his lower stomach. The chair was made of horizontal plastic slats and most of her cum had fallen between the slats and onto the concrete floor. But enough remained on several of the slats that it seemed almost like he had lain down on a puddle.

His mother sat on the ground next to him and began to apply lotion to his feet. Her thighs and abdomen were slick and wet with her cum, but she didn't care. She gradually worked her hands way up to his butt, but because she was so sexually exhausted, didn't spend much time there. She used this as an opportunity to slowly come down from her intense erotic high.

She very much wanted to strike up a casual conversation with Suzanne, to make it seem that the situation was normal, but she was too afraid to even look in Suzanne's direction, guessing correctly that Suzanne was likely to make some kind of wry observation, like, "My, aren't we having fun?"

Alan turned over. His penis pointed straight up into the air and his bathing suit hung uselessly below it, only covering his balls.

Susan gasped in delight at the sight of his hardness. Then, as if her hands had a life of their own, she began to apply oil over the front of his legs and started again at his feet. She quickly covered him up to the edge of his balls. Then she sat there and stared openly at his penis. She thought about her boundaries and the need to obey them, but she felt her resolve quickly slip away. Alan lay back with his eyes closed and silently prayed.

Suzanne spoke up. "It's not a matter of whether you want to suck his cock or not, or whether you enjoy it. What's important is what's good for Alan. He needs to be stimulated many times a day. Now is your chance to help." Suzanne completely failed to mention taking Alan inside for more privacy, and Susan forgot about that option, too. All she could focus on was the penis in front of her. She still didn't even turn to look at her best friend.

Suzanne was like the little cartoon devil on Susan's shoulder, but there was no corresponding angel on the other shoulder to tell her no. Susan thought, I can't believe this is continuing. I've died a thousand times already today.

She closed her eyes and reached out with her hands to jack her son off. Her logic was, This is much better from a moral point of view than having him fuck me. Anyway, I have to reward Alan for making me feel sooo good. If he wants my mouth, it's not for me to say no.

She wanted to cover his prick with lotion first. But it seemed her mouth had a mind of its own. It beat her hands in a race to his penis and soon she began to suck him off contentedly. Alan had just come, so his penis had greater endurance now. But Susan battled to defeat his penis.

Inspired by what she'd seen Suzanne do earlier, she did things with her tongue that she never did before, things that she didn't even realize she could do. Again, thinking of Suzanne's superior technique, she pulled out Alan's balls from inside his suit and began to play with them as well.

Then she used her other hand and reached into his ass crack. A lingering sense of restraint and acute awareness of the fact that Suzanne watched from only a few feet away stopped her from putting her finger in his anus, even though she'd done it before.

But then she thought, Why should I deny my son anything? He made me see stars, and God dammit, I'm going to make him see stars with the best cocksucking ever in the history of the world! If I have to fuck his ass with my finger to help, then dammit I'll do it, even if it shames me in front of Suzanne. That's just tough shit. My body exists only to please him now. So she plunged a finger deep into his butt, found his prostate gland and stimulated it. But she still kept her eyes closed in embarrassment and tried to pretend that no one could see her ass probe.

Susan decided she had to better her friend in something sexual. I'm not gonna let Suzanne be a better cocksucker! she thought fiercely. My Tiger has to realize he needs to come to his mother for ALL of his cocksucking needs!

She pulled his penis deep into her mouth and then almost all the way out, again and again. Then, she decided she had to try something new, if she was going to be a wonderful cocksucker for her son. She figured that if Suzanne could deep throat him, then so could she. So she stuffed his penis as deep into her mouth as she could get it. But she had no idea how to deep throat properly and gagged immediately. She had to give up the effort, for now. To make up for that failure, she sucked on his balls. Alan found that surprisingly pleasurable.

Susan thought to herself, How does Suzanne do that? There's no way to put a penis down a throat. She felt an urge to immediately ask her friend and that caused her to remember anew where she was and who she was with.

Oh dear! Suzanne is really right here with us! And so is my Angel! I'm sitting here, sucking off my own son, I actually have one of his BALLS in my MOUTH, while my daughter and best friend watch me! I can't bear to check, but they MUST be watching. The shame! What have I become? I have truly fallen. Completely fallen into sin and lust. Please forgive me, Lord!

But Susan didn't stop. In fact, the thought of being watched only propelled her forward with even more lust.

Her efforts, especially the way her tongue played with the tip of his penis, soon paid off. Alan began to cum and Susan saw another opportunity to better Suzanne, since her friend had failed to take in all of his cum when it was her turn. She held on for dear life as he shot a big, hot wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and didn't even miss a drop.

One of her hands drifted to her crotch and, when she touched her clit, she exploded into another orgasm. It only took the slightest touch. She managed not to scream this time, for fear that she might do harm to her son's penis, but she breathed so heavily that it seemed as if she was on the verge of hyperventilation.

She lay down and plopped her head on his legs, utterly exhausted. She could scarcely believe that she'd cum so much in such a relatively short time. It looked a bit odd that she still had a bikini top on and no bottom. But that was just forgetfulness - she would have ripped her top off if she'd thought about it.

For the moment she had lost all moral restraints and would have done anything and everything Alan would have tried with her. All she could think was: It tastes so good! I want more! More...

CHAPTER 3

Alan came to life, as if from out of a dream, and looked at the world around him. His mother's sticky juice was on two sides of him now. He suddenly felt gross to be so sticky. He looked at his emotionally and physically spent mother as she rested near his feet with her eyes closed and thought of all the semen he'd slathered all over her, even though it had worked into her skin and couldn't be seen anymore. Her own juices, though, were visibly all over her and she looked a mess.

His mother repeatedly licked her lips, lost in deep thought. Yeeeeesssss, she thought with complete and utter satisfaction. This afternoon has been the best, most pleasurable thing I've ever felt. Forget about fucking - that was better than any fuck I've ever had. I'm going to concentrate all my efforts on cocksucking now. It's soooo good! That'll keep me more than satisfied. Yes, Son, you don't know it yet, but your mommy's your happy little sex slut now. My son has conquered me with his potent, cum-filled fuck stick! Or maybe you do know it, Son, because your mother is such a shameless hussy, blowing her son right in the open, in front of everyone!

I love it! I'm going to make you feel so good, every day! ... I'm like a junkie needing another fix. I'm dead to the world now, but I've got to feel like that again. Soon! I'm a sex junkie! Yes. Sex junkie. Sex cow. Sex slave! Sex, sex, sex! Yes! Sex with my son... Despite all that happened, that last thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Yes. He's going to fuck me. My own son is going to fuck me so deep and so hard that I'm going to DIE of JOY! YES! But she had no energy to move and just reveled in these thoughts.

Alan looked up at Suzanne and saw her calmly sit back with her sunglasses up on her forehead. That was all she wore. She looked and smiled directly at him. She gave him a knowing wink and he winked back. Alan had had a great time, but he didn't fully fathom what a transcendently orgasmic time Susan had just had with her multiple orgasms beyond count. Suzanne, though, had a much better idea and was very jealous. Even Katherine, from her poor angle where she sat, could tell something important had happened.

Alan looked over at his sister and saw her apparently quickly move back into a sleeping position. Finally stripping off the ineffectual bathing suit altogether, he announced, "Thanks, Mom! That was great. You were super. I'm going for a swim."

He bounded nude into the pool and cannonballed in with a big splash. He swam quite a few laps in the pool. The water made him feel completely fresh and alive. He also had never swam naked before in his life and found it extremely invigorating. When he finally stopped for a pause, he looked around to get his bearings and saw that his mother and Suzanne now both stood in the pool as well. They caught his eye, and smiled. He was happy that both of them seemed happy, naked and unconcerned, despite all that had just occurred.

What Alan didn't know was that after he dove into the pool, and while he swam his laps, Suzanne hurriedly got up, scuttled across the back porch and into the house, and grabbed her purse in the living room. She took out a small egg-shaped vibrator and pushed it up into her pussy until nothing could be seen of it from the outside. So now she stood there in the pool with a vibrator designed "for the woman on the go" throbbing deep inside her.

He swam up to where the two women stood next to each other. Their boobs hung just above the surface of the water and bobbed up and down like a line of four giant buoys. He noticed that his mother's bikini top was now off, but looking closer underwater, he saw her bikini bottom was back on. Suzanne was still completely nude.

The four naked and lined up tits were truly an unprecedented sight to behold and his exhausted penis was hard again in seconds. He was struck by how similar their bodies were to each other. No wonder they're friends - it's like they have the exact same bodies. And they're both so unusually tall. Katherine, too. It's a good thing I'm over 6 feet myself, or I'd be intimidated by their sheer size.

Suzanne spoke. "I was just telling your mother that it isn't fair. Seems like she got a much better rub down than I did! MUCH better."

Susan blushed. She appeared somewhat rested and recovered. "It was ... nice, very nice ... but I'm afraid it can't happen again."

"What?" both Alan and Suzanne said at the same time. Alan figured for sure that her taking off her bikini top was a sign that things would get wetter and wetter all day long. And he wasn't thinking of the water in the pool.

"You heard me," Susan continued. "We need to maintain boundaries, and I'm afraid I forgot my own rule, that Alan is not allowed to touch me in certain places. That can quickly lead to even more boundary violations, as we saw today. Why, Alan, you almost put your fingers in my... in my you-know-where hole. And doing this out in the open in front of everyone, it's much too improper. ... I understand we have to get you off as many times today as we can, and that's fine. I'd love to give you as many blowjobs as you want, and I hope you'll, uh, you can..."

Her mood had swung so much that she was now embarrassed to admit that she'd had her own orgasms. "Um, I hope you can make me feel good, too. But we can't just do it willy-nilly. We have to have rules."

They saw that she was serious. Somehow she had rediscovered her self-control. Once Alan had left her presence, it was like a fog of lust had lifted from her brain and all her usual after-the-fact doubts had come rushing back. She was ashamed that she'd let Alan get away with so much in full sight of Suzanne and possibly Katherine. She worried she'd lost some of her authority. She was even more ashamed that she'd luxuriated in the thought of being fucked by her son.

Alan was glad that he hadn't just reached out to play with their boobs, as he was about to do. Great, more teasing, less satisfaction, he thought bitterly. He started to say, "But..."

"No buts! Laying out here together and swimming and all is fine, but us ladies are more than capable of putting on our own lotion, thank you very much!"

Looking to lessen the defeat, Alan asked, "What about the back? Nobody can put lotion on their own backs."

"Okay, the backs. But that's it."

"And what about Katherine? I covered both of you, but I still haven't covered her, and I'd promised."

Susan vacillated. "Okay, I guess that's only fair. But keep those boundaries in mind this time and keep her bikini on or you'll both be in big trouble! And this is the last time you do this." At heart, she was a big softy.

Alan hopped out of the pool. He figured that he'd better start with his sister right away before his mother had a chance to change her mind. Katherine sat up in her chair in anticipation of Alan's ministrations. She'd been naked, but she put her bathing suit back on after she overheard what Susan said. She tied her top on as tightly as it could go, so her nipples could be clearly seen.

"You need some more lotion or you'll burn up," Alan said as he provided the thin excuse to explore her body.

Katherine was frustrated that she had a fairly ordinary bikini, instead of the impossibly small kind Suzanne had found and bought for Susan as well. However, Alan didn't really mind. He figured that given everything else that had just happened, he could take Katherine's top off in a few minutes regardless. Susan would have to be extremely hypocritical to complain.

Alan sat next to Katherine's lawn chair and put a big gob of suntan lotion on his hand. While Susan talked to Suzanne in the pool, Katherine quietly and wickedly said to him, "Hey, Big Iron Spike Brother, why don't you give it to me like you gave it to Mom?"

"I wish, Little Sugar Walls Sis. But she just told me 'boundaries, boundaries.'"

"Yeah, I heard," whispered his frowning sister. "That's not fair!" With a whisper even more quietly straight into his ear, she added, "Your fuck toy is so horny. Her hole is so empty. It needs a filling of brother-cock."

Alan was a bit shocked by that, but played it cool. He whispered back, "Well, let's keep our eyes open for an opportunity and maybe we can still have some fun."

Katherine lay down and Alan straddled her. As he was naked, he made sure to rub his hard penis all the way up the inside of her leg as he moved up her body. It eventually rested on the inside of her thigh. She whispered, "Mmm. Just a few more inches up..."

"Alan! Your bathing suit?" his mother yelled at him from inside the pool. Reluctantly, he got up, put his tiny European-styled suit back on and then straddled his sister again, sitting on her legs below her butt. His penis immediately popped out and he left it that way, in the exact same position it was in before he put the suit on.

So he began to cover his sister all over with lotion. He could hardly believe after such intense encounters with one gorgeous woman and then another, he would immediately do it again with yet a third.

Luckily, for him and his sister, Suzanne and Susan were tired. Susan especially was wiped out after so many intense orgasms. They soon retired to their lawn chairs. For a while, both turned their heads around and took frequent peeks at what Alan did to Katherine.

Alan's greatest concern was with Susan, who was worried again about boundaries in the wake of her incestuous intercourse fantasies. Her resolve was also greatly strengthened by the fact that now that it was her daughter who had the fun and not her. Despite the fact that no less than a square foot of clothing was between the two siblings, nothing too risqué appeared to happen, so Susan was somewhat mollified. She turned her head less and less and finally stopped looking altogether.

Alan eventually decided that Susan had fallen asleep. He wasn't sure about Suzanne, but the important thing was that Susan was now out of it.

By the time Alan was sure Susan was asleep, he was already done applying lotion on most of Katherine's body. But, cleverly, he had saved the best for last: her tits. He wordlessly took her bikini top off and gave her a secret wink.

When it came to his sister, he knew she was willing to go as far as he wanted, and then some. After he squirted a big gob of coconut-flavored lotion into his hands, he began to rub vigorously. He liked to imagine the lotion was his own seed. But, unlike with Susan or Suzanne earlier, he didn't feel the need to hold back much, now that no one seemed too terribly interested in them.

After he slathered her tits with the oil, he devoted his full attention to her nipples. He pinched, pulled, sucked and bit them until Katherine was ready to scream out from both agony and ecstasy.

Alan would occasionally look towards Susan and Suzanne's lawn chairs, since he faced that direction anyway, but all he could see were the backs of their heads as they apparently still lay asleep.

Katherine closed her eyes so she could fully concentrate on the tactile sensations. She was afraid to speak much, for fear of drawing Susan or Suzanne's attention. So, instead, she had fun directing her thoughts to Alan and pretended that she could control his actions with her mind.

That's it, Brother. Touch me there. Tweak it - yeah! You know how to turn me on so well! Now scoot forward. Put your cock right in my hole. You know you want to do it, so do it! Come on! Don't be a chicken! Fuck me right in front of Mom and Suzanne! What are they going to do? They're only going to fight over who gets to be supremely fucked next - you know it. Come on, just scoot a little. Slide it down, right over my smooth, shaved skin. Oh yeah, and do that too! So good!

Alan more or less followed her commands, not because she had any powers of mental telepathy, but because he wanted to do the same things she did. Sitting as he was below his sister's crotch, yet reaching up to her boobs, it was only natural that he would scoot forward and bring his thick rod within inches of her pussy.

He seemed stymied by the fact that she still had her bikini bottoms on, but Katherine quickly took care of them. She looked up into his eyes and mouthed the word "Oops!" as she pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs. She kept at it until they were completely off.

Alan gulped. With only one hand on her boobs, he brought the other to his penis and began to rub his shaft around the entrance to her love hole. With another glance at his sleeping mother, he poked the tip of his penis right on his sister's pussy lips and pushed the fat and engorged lips even further open.

Her pussy was already really wet from his ministrations. She was nearly delirious with anticipation. As the head of his penis slid over her wet inner thighs, the feeling for Alan was incredible. He looked down and saw pre-cum ooze from the head of his penis and mingle with her juices. He grew even more erect, if that was possible. He could see the penis throb as it literally bounced up and down on her wet and juicy pussy.

"Hey, Big Beef Injection Brother," his sister whispered very quietly, "do you want to fuck me right now or what? I'm game, if you are. Let's do it!"

He felt playful and cavalier. He whispered back, "I don't know, Little Velvet Tunnel Sis. Have you been a good girl?"

"If by good girl, you mean a good and obedient fuck, a willing fuck toy creaming at the mere thought of getting repeatedly speared by my very own brother, then yes."

Alan was tempted. He looked around and realized that it wouldn't be too crazy to fuck her. They just might get away with it. But then he imagined Susan discovering them, and yelling at him in red-faced anger. He realized just how insanely dangerous it would be to fuck her. "Too risky," he whispered and scooted his body forward until his penis was up beyond the entrance into her. But not by much – his penis now lay on top of her smoothly-shaved skin where her pubic hair had been, his pre-cum now flowing freely towards her clitoris.

In her mind, she cried out, No! Bring it back! Stick it in! Fuck me! Take me! Do me! Do your sister! Your fuck toy! Don't you want to fuck your sister? I don't care who knows or who sees! I love you and I want you to have me! All of me! Bring it back!

But she did care who knew, at least somewhat, because she kept these thoughts to herself. She was much like her mother in this respect: thinking much nastier thoughts than what she was willing to say out loud.

Katherine was now too excited not to get her hands busy, too. She grabbed his prick and started to rub it back and forth over her sensitive, shaven skin. That turned into a handjob with one hand and the flicking of her clit with her other hand. But then she put both hands on his penis and began to go at it with pure abandon.

Soon four arms flailed wildly across their bodies: Alan had his hands high up to mash and pull his sister's boobs and Katherine had hers underneath double-pumping his penis. Both rapidly built up to a dizzying climax.

CHAPTER 4

"What do the two of you think you're DOING?" It was the unexpected sound of their mother shrilly shouting.

Alan looked up and saw Susan sit up in her chair and shoot daggers at him with her eyes. Suzanne was up and turned around towards him and his sister as well, but she wore a more amused expression. The two siblings removed their hands from each other as if they had suddenly touched hot irons.

His mother got up and headed in their direction. Even though they'd just been busted, about the only thing Alan could think of was how sexy his mother looked in her miniscule bikini bottoms as she angrily stalked them. She had kept her bikini top off, despite the rediscovery of some restraints, and her jugs swung from side to side and forward to back with every step.

He was right on the edge of orgasm and was afraid he would shoot his load just from the sight of his mother walking. As he realized that ejaculation wouldn't make their predicament any better, he clenched his PC muscle with all his might in a desperate attempt to stave off a climax.

She folded her arms under her breasts and glared, with her boobs pushed out further, which made her look even more fuckable to Alan's eyes. Despite his predicament, all he could think was, I wonder if she needs me to apply lotion to those nipples and all over her tits. I should point out that they're exposed and are going to get burned. Maybe I can even put some of my special cream on them, heh-heh.

But, in fact she was very irate. He struggled to focus. His penis repeatedly jerked as it tried to shoot out a load, but his PC muscle control barely held it in check.

"Didn't I just finish telling you about no touching, Alan? And, you, Katherine! You're supposed to ask my permission first, young lady! You also are flagrantly ignoring my wishes and violating the clear boundaries I've set out. Angel, what happened to your bikini bottoms?"

Katherine looked away in embarrassment. "Um, they kind of slid off."

"Slid off?! Ha! I'll bet. I don't think I can trust you two together. Just look at your penis! It's all slippery and slick and wet. And throbbing. And hot."

She lost a bit of focus as she stared intently at his dick. She was nearly overwhelmed with the desire to drop down and shove it deep into her mouth.

Alan saw the desire in her eyes and the way she licked her lips, and he was so aroused by the idea that her angry rant could be cut short by a penis in the mouth that his penis twitched even more and he had to redouble efforts not to cum.

But then she turned her head away from his crotch, looked at Katherine, and continued, "Your sister is all wet, too. You two have been up to something. Alan, you're grounded for a week. And not only that, but no blowjobs from me for ... for... three days!"

She'd meant to say one week for that, as well, but right as she gave out the punishment, she realized another Tuesday would soon come, and she didn't want to miss out on that. She sheepishly and quietly added, "Counting today." That made her red in the face, but she wasn't about to miss out on a Tuesday full of cocksucking for anything.

Then she turned to Katherine. "And Katherine, I was too nice canceling my intention to ground you last week. This is how you repay me! I don't know what I'm going to do. ... You're grounded for a month! And no helping your brother with blowjobs for that whole time as well."

Alan looked down shamefacedly. But Katherine maintained a defiant attitude. "What?! What about you..." She started to launch into how hypocritical her mother had been, given how she had just busted through her own boundaries a short while before when Alan was on top of her, but then Katherine realized she was supposed to be asleep the whole time. What a gyp!

"What about me?" Susan said angrily.

"Nothing..." Katherine trailed off. She'd rarely seen her mother so angry and didn't want to exacerbate her tirade.

Susan went back to her lawn chair, lay down and tried to cool off emotionally. She poured herself another glass of punch and quickly downed it. Damn, I hate having to get tough with them, but it's for their own good. Not that I'm really being fair, I'll admit. Suzanne and I both got Alan off, so of course she figures it's okay for her to do it, too. But it's different with her. She's too young. And he's her brother, for crying out loud! It's not right.

As usual, Susan's feelings for Alan were too passionate for her to see the hypocrisy in her ideas. Jealousy, more than anything else, forced her to maintain a hard line.

Alan sheepishly got up off of his sister and retired to his own adjacent lawn chair. So far this afternoon this was the first time he'd actually used it for more than a few seconds. His erection finally subsided.

"Not so fast, Susan," said Suzanne. The neighbor stood up and walked over next to Susan. Suzanne was still buck naked and folded her arms as if in a huff, just like her best friend just did.

Susan thought that Suzanne would try to defend the two youngsters, but instead Suzanne said, "Those two need to be taught a lesson, but I don't think Katherine got the message. Did you see how she defied you even after you spoke? Here she is, flagrantly violating your will just after you've grounded her. Not only that, but you heard from the card game with Brenda her own confession of things she'd done with Alan in secret and against your orders. She's been defying your will over and over lately, and simply grounding her isn't going to work. In fact, it'll probably just give her more opportunities to fool around with Alan behind your back!"

"I ... was thinking that," Susan replied sheepishly, "but I couldn't think of any other punishment. It always worked in the past." In fact, she was bad at giving out punishments because she so rarely had to. Katherine and Alan had always been model children in an attempt to win more of her love and affection, not out of fear of punishment. The number of times Susan had been forced to get angry lately was completely unprecedented.

"Sterner methods are needed," Suzanne said firmly. "You're too nice. You need to be made of tougher stuff. Katherine needs to suffer. The only way to drive thoughts of pleasure out of her mind is with pain. She needs a good spanking! It's Pavlovian. Associate her misdeed with an immediate dose of pain and her body will connect the two together. It's automatic."

Katherine's eyes lit up as she fondly recalled the spanking Alan gave her just the night before.

"A spanking?" Susan was shocked. "But- but, they're not babies any more! Is it really the only way?"

"Are you too softhearted to punish her properly?"

"Come on! There has to be another way. Katherine, Angel, you'd never agree to this, would you?" All eyes turned to the daughter.

"I agree with Suzanne," Katherine confidently replied. "I really need a spanking."

"WHAT?" Susan nearly yelled in shock. "What's gotten into you? This isn't the Middle Ages!"

"I know, Mom, but I've been naughty lately. Suzanne's right. I've been doing all sorts of naughty things. The only cure is discipline and a firm hand. Literally."

Katherine had begged for another spanking that morning and could hardly believe her luck. Her only concern was that it would be a real spanking and not an erotic spanking like the one Alan gave her. But she figured that Suzanne was the one who engineered this whole excellent suntan lotion session and further figured that Suzanne was probably going somewhere sexual and fun with the spanking idea. She looked up at Suzanne to quell her doubts and was rewarded with a surreptitious wink.

"You see?" Suzanne said triumphantly. She questioned Susan, "How can you disagree with that? Or is it that you don't have it in you to administer this proper punishment?"

"Well, no, that's not it..." Susan was on the defensive now, embarrassed and hesitant. "But... Maybe it would... Okay, I'll admit it, I just can't do that to my daughter!"

"I'm willing to help out," Suzanne volunteered. "Is it okay if I administer her punishment?"

Susan finally, faintly nodded.

Suzanne had been naked, but for Susan's sake she put on bikini bottoms, then got up and came around to Katherine's lawn chair. The tiny bikini bottoms were all that she wore, unless one counted the small vibrator secretly that hummed deep inside her. The vibrator didn't provide enough stimulation to send her over the edge, but it kept her close to it, thanks to the other visual stimulation all around her.

"This chair will do," she said of the lawn chair Katherine lay down on. "Katherine, get up and change the setting so that it lies completely flat. Then lay down with your butt in the air. And take off those silly panties so you'll feel the full impact of my hand."

This last comment was completely absurd since Katherine's soaked bikini bottoms were so small that they were lost deep in her butt crack, but the dazed Susan failed to call Suzanne on it. Despite Susan's partial recovery of her senses and morals, the glow and arousal of her earlier orgasms still had not worn off, and people being naked seemed to be completely natural in her current mood.

Soon Katherine lay down completely naked. As Suzanne ordered, she thrust her butt up and wiggled it about a foot up in the air away from the lawn chair. She also spread her legs to the very edges of the lawn chair and wished it were wider so she could spread herself more. Additionally, she tied her hair into a pony tail so that it wouldn't fly around as much in response to the spankings.

Susan still sat about ten feet away in her lawn chair and pretended not to be particularly interested. But curiosity compelled her to frequently turn around and watch from behind her sunglasses.

Alan had an even better view of the proceedings since his chair was adjacent to Katherine's. By this time he had given up all attempts to keep his penis in his shorts, especially since Susan was unable to see his hard penis hanging out, as her chair was behind his. But he was tired from all the suntan lotion fun and was content for the moment to just watch.

"All right, Katherine, get ready," Suzanne said sternly. "You've been bad and now you have to pay. Keep your butt up and brace yourself." Suzanne straddled herself over Katherine's knees and raised her hand high up in the air.

Suzanne brought her hand crashing down and it made a great smacking sound. "Oww!" cried Katherine. But, in fact, the spanking sounded worse than it actually was. At the last second Suzanne pulled her strike a bit so that the smack was much gentler than, for instance, the first spankings Glory gave Alan last week. Katherine didn't really mind the pain much.

Susan had watched the first spanking, but when the blow actually came, she turned away and closed her eyes. She absolutely abhorred violence of any type. Even though she didn't see the actual strike, she cried out, "Oh, dear! My darling Angel! Suzanne, please, don't be too rough."

Suzanne replied in her sensual, raspy voice, "Sorry, Susan, but that's the whole point. No pain, no gain. Don't worry, though - it'll be over soon."

Curiosity got the best of Susan and she periodically turned back, but only if she guessed it was between spankings. She wanted to make sure that Katherine didn't get hurt too much. Since Katherine was faced towards her, she kept an eye on her daughter's facial expression to see if the punishment got to be too much to bear.

As for Alan, he began to lightly stroke himself. He knew full well that his mother was unable to see what he did from where she sat. The way Katherine was positioned, with her butt a foot in the air and her legs spread wide, was so blatantly erotic from any angle that Alan was quite surprised Susan would allow it to happen. It caused him to throw caution to the wind.

"Be strong and don't cry out," Suzanne said sternly. She brought her hand down again from a dramatically high starting point. This time Katherine kept silent. However, her face grimaced in pain and Susan, from her angle, could see Katherine's face quite clearly. From Susan's vantage point, it looked like Katherine suffered quite badly.

After the second slap, Katherine's butt retreated back flat against the lawn chair. "Keep your butt up so you feel the full force," Suzanne ordered haughtily.

Suzanne reached under Katherine and pushed her crotch up. Then she left her hand there, inches from Katherine's pussy. Her fingers slid around a bit and were delighted to discover the smooth feeling of Katherine's shaved pussy. Against her wiser instincts she began to feel it up a bit more and Katherine didn't offer even the slightest muffle of complaint. Far from it: Suzanne heard a distinct but subtle moan of pleasure.

Suzanne and Katherine had never touched each other's privates sexually. Though they hadn't spoken about it, their desires towards each other were so strong that Alan could practically feel the waves of desire that radiated from the both of them. But Suzanne was in a bit of a fix. To probe the girl's pussy lips would require Suzanne to reposition her hand into a far too suspicious position.

Suzanne suddenly thought of a new idea which could help shield her true intentions even better from Susan. "Just a second," she said to Katherine. "Let's see if I can adjust this chair so you don't need to hold your butt up quite so much."

The lawn chair was the kind that had three joints to bend. Suzanne got up and adjusted it so that the middle section was up high and the other two hung down towards the ground. She had Katherine slide down towards the foot of the chair quite a bit as well. The total effect was that Katherine's head now hung down and her butt also hung off the edge of the high middle section. Now her butt was nearly completely out of Susan's sight. Susan could only see the tops of her daughter's butt cheeks.

Suzanne repositioned herself and once again placed her hand underneath Katherine as if to hold her up. But now that her actions couldn't be seen by Susan, she stuck her thumb up Katherine's pussy without preamble. Katherine's pussy lips, all slicked up from her juices, allowed Suzanne's thumb to easily slide right in her tight pussy. By using only the thumb, Suzanne could keep her hand in a position that didn't look too obvious, as the palm of the hand and the other fingers were further away from her pussy lips.

Katherine didn't say a word or give anything away in her facial expression, but she was secretly very pleased. She had half-expected that Suzanne would do something like this once she heard the spanking idea. Ever since Katherine fucked Alan for the first time, she'd started to look at Suzanne in a whole new way.

Lately, Katherine had begun to figure that things had been so highly-sexed since Alan began his "treatments" that it was only natural for everyone in the house to fuck everyone else sooner or later. She was ready for more- much more, if possible. In the past few days Suzanne and Katherine had eyed each other and even French kissed each other hello and good-bye sometimes when Susan wasn't in sight.

 Alan watched the repositioning closely and the idea of Suzanne finger-fucking his sister mere feet from Susan was too exciting for him. He got out the suntan lotion, covered his penis with it until it was slippery and shiny, and sped up his masturbation. Suzanne was the only one in a position to see what he did and her only reaction was a knowing wink.

Suzanne brought her hand down again on the cheerleader's exquisite butt. "That's four," she said. "I think ten will do."

"Ten?" Susan asked from her chair, true concern and worry written broadly across her beautiful features. "Don't you think that's being too harsh? It looks like you're really hurting her!"

"Don't worry," replied Suzanne as she began to move her thumb in and out of Katherine's pussy. "It may look like I'm hurting her, but she's not really in so much pain. Right, Katherine?"

"Um, right," answered a highly-aroused Katherine. After the initial shock of the spanking wore off, she began to find the smacks quite pleasurable, in a weird way. It was just like the night before - the pain of the spankings only heightened her pleasure. If anything, she wanted Suzanne to spank harder, but she couldn't figure out how to convey that without Susan possibly overhearing. She was so ready to orgasm that it was all she could do to not thrust her butt up in the air even more, to accentuate and encourage the movement of Suzanne's fingers.

"But, uh," she added, "although it hurts some, I neeeeeed it! I really do. I've been so very bad! So naughty!" Her long legs writhed and she clenched and unclenched her butt cheeks.

Luckily Susan's suspicions weren't aroused despite the enthusiastic way Katherine said, "I need it!"

Suzanne's thumb continued to probe Katherine's pussy even as she slammed her other hand down onto the insatiable girl's butt. Katherine almost cried out again, but this time from pleasure, not pain. All the excitement was too much and she began the first of many tiny orgasms.

Suzanne thought, Good God, I love this. I can't believe I've never engaged in sexual spanking, when it's this much fun! I thought it would be mildly amusing, plus arousing for her, but it's making me horny beyond belief! I have to do Katherine in the worst way! We've got to get inside, away from Susan's prying eyes, and fast.

Meanwhile, Alan continued to stroke his oiled-up penis. He could see clearly what Suzanne did to Katherine and now both Suzanne and Katherine could see what he did to himself, although in her new position Katherine could barely look back in his direction. But everything appeared nonsexual from Susan's visual point of view.

Suzanne continued to rain her hand down onto Katherine's butt. Katherine did her best to scrunch her face up so it looked like she was in agony instead of ecstasy. Suzanne finally abandoned restraint and repositioned her hand so she could probe even deeper into Katherine's pussy with more fingers. Susan remained oblivious.

Alan finally had to slow down his self-love. His well-oiled hand, as it slid up and down his greased pole, felt so much better than usual that it was especially torturous to stop, but he had the self-control to hold back. If he had kept on, it would have led to trouble.

He was ready to orgasm but didn't know how he could do it or where the cum should go, given that his mother was so close. Even if he had cum into his hand, Susan was so attuned to his penis that he feared she'd be able to smell another load of fresh cum waft through the air, like a bloodhound, and then investigate.

Suzanne reached ten and came to a halt. "We're all done," she said and she stood up. "You did very well Katherine; very tough." Just the unexpected sight as Suzanne stood up and the consequent jiggle of her massive rack nearly caused Alan to lose it, but he carefully rode along the edge of orgasm. Katherine's orgasms came to an end, but she didn't make a move from her lewd position with her butt stuck high in the air. "I'm sorry, kiddo," Suzanne added.

"Don't be!" Katherine quickly replied. "I deserved it. Mom, did you hear that? I deserved it. I think I've learned my lesson. Can you forgive me now for what I've done?"

"Of course you're forgiven, dear," Susan replied. "It hurts me so much to see you suffer! Let's hope we never have to do that again. Forget about the extra grounding, this spanking was too much punishment already. Well, I suppose I should give you some grounding. You get one week, just like your brother. Suzanne, you're too tough!"

Alan raised his hand quickly and said, "Wait. A week? I thought you said three days."

"No," Susan corrected with a glare at the obvious attempt at subterfuge and the painful reminder of her own "sacrifice." She pointed to herself. "For three days you don't get any blow-jobs from ME."

"Starting today," Katherine added for her mother.

Susan blushed a bit in admission as she repeated, “Yes. Starting today.”

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne walked around, first one way and then another, as though she looked around for something. "It pains me, too," she said, "but I think you'll find Katherine will be much more obedient now."

Katherine interjected and looked Alan right in the eye, "Oh, yes. I'll be very obedient. I'll follow orders exactly and do EXACTLY what is asked of me, at any time of day or night." She winked at him and barely suppressed a giggle.

Susan, mistakenly thinking Katherine's words were directed at her, answered, "Um, that's good, Angel. I guess." She was a bit flummoxed by Katherine's strangely enthusiastic obedience and sudden attention to rules, and wondered about the power of a spanking.

Suzanne announced, "Now that the punishment is over, we should soothe her sore butt. I'm looking for the suntan lotion, but I don't think that'll be good enough." She still scanned the ground, but, in fact, the lotion had been all used up and tossed aside by Alan and she knew it.

She looked up at Alan with a curious look in her eye. "Sweetie, can you run in the house and find some appropriate cream to soothe a red butt?" As Suzanne said the word "cream," she looked directly at his exposed penis. She winked to make sure he understood she had given him a secret message.

Alan got the message loud and clear. With a conspiratorial nod, he stuffed his erect penis back into his miniscule bathing suit and ran back into the house. The penis bounced back out immediately, so he had to hold it to his stomach as he ran.

As soon as he reached the bathroom he resumed stroking his penis with one hand and started to rifle through cabinets for an empty jar with the other. He opened cabinets and began to test bottles by their weight. He found a few that felt nearly empty. He reluctantly took his hand off his penis because he had to use two hands to open them up. One was a skin moisturizer which had just a little bit of lotion still in the bottom and sides of its jar. The lotion was white and creamy and it had a wide cap, too - perfect for his needs.

His steel-hammer penis was more than ready to go after he watched Katherine's spanking and heard her proclaim her total obedience to his will. He ejaculated into the jar and shot a surprisingly large load into it, given how many times he'd been satisfied already that day. His whole body shook as stream after stream of hot cum shot into the jar. He mixed his warm cum in with the cool, white lotion. There were about equal amounts of each.

The whole process only took about three minutes. He rushed back outside and found Suzanne already massaging Katherine's butt. Susan was turned around and apparently sunbathing with closed eyes, content that the spanking scene had been resolved. She was glad that all the sexual excitement was over and that the group could have a "normal" time outside on a nice, sunny day.

But, from Suzanne's point of view, the sexual fun had just begun. Susan's distractedness allowed Suzanne to replace her thumb in Katherine's pussy with four fingers. She willfully plowed them in and out, over and over, while she waited for Alan to return. It looked like she practically fisted the girl.

"Sorry it took a bit," he said to Suzanne as he reached her side. He handed her the jar with one hand while he held his penis against his stomach with the other to prevent it from bouncing all over as he caught his breath from the run back.

Suzanne put a dab in her hand, brought it to her nose and smelled it. She smiled widely and winked at Alan. Once again, he winked back. "This is just the kind of lotion I was thinking of," she said out loud. "My favorite brand."

She walked around in front of Katherine, who was still completely naked and unmoved from her spanking position, and she held the cum/lotion in front of Katherine's nose.

Katherine took a good whiff and smiled grandly.

With a glance to make sure Susan still wasn't interested, Suzanne took a dab, stuffed it into Katherine's mouth and briefly plunged her fingers in and out of Katherine's mouth like a penis.

Katherine smiled even wider and also turned her head around towards Alan and winked at him. It was a good day for winking.

Alan wanted to help Suzanne but felt obliged to return to his lawn chair. There would be no good excuse why he would have to help Suzanne massage Katherine's butt if his mother turned around to see. Suzanne rubbed the cum into Katherine's skin while she continued to deeply finger her. The vibrator in Suzanne's own pussy continued to quietly buzz and shake. It made Suzanne want to do even nastier things to anyone within range of her sex-hungry body. She was tempted to put some of Alan's cream on her fingers which slammed into Katherine's pussy, but she didn't know if Katherine was on birth control pills or not, so she abstained. But she found the idea of feeding Alan's cum into his sister's pussy highly arousing just the same.

Suzanne ran out of most of Alan's cream after a few minutes, but she continued her ministrations for another fifteen minutes. Katherine's butt bucked up into the air over and over and she lost count of how many times she silently climaxed. Whenever she was ready for another orgasm, she would nod and Suzanne would stuff a hand in her mouth so she wouldn't scream. That naturally would lead to a face fuck with Suzanne's fingers and, before long, Katherine would have to cum again. So Suzanne had her hand in Katherine's mouth as often as not.

It was lucky, too, that Susan didn't look towards Katherine anymore, because Katherine's second round of orgasms soon created a flood of pussy juice which dripped through the slats in the lawn chair. It grew so obvious that, eventually, Alan tossed a towel towards it and Suzanne positioned the towel over the puddle with her foot to make things look less blatant and muffle the sound of pussy juice as it dripped onto the concrete.

After a while, Alan's overtaxed penis grew hard again but in an attempt to pace himself, he refrained from touching it. Eventually, he slowly caressed it as he enjoyed the show, but he made sure not to get too excited. He'd already cum seven times so far for the day and he knew the day was far from over.

After some minutes, Katherine raised her hand in a "cry uncle" gesture of surrender. Suzanne wasn't sure if it was because Katherine couldn't take any more pleasure or if she decided that the massage had gone on far too long and was worried about being caught.

Spanking Katherine had taken Suzanne to the edge of orgasm and the fact that she rubbed Katherine's butt with her brother's semen moved her even closer to the edge. So now that Katherine wanted to stop, she made sure to bring herself off. She brought a finger to her clit, expecting to rub it, but the mere act of touching it set her off. As her body buckled with pleasure, she looked over at Alan's rigid penis, and then up to his face, and winked yet again. She spread her legs wide to avoid falling and managed to stay upright, even though the orgasm was fantastic and prolonged.

"That should do it for now," Suzanne said as she popped her fingers out of Katherine's pussy. It was a good thing rock music on the radio covered up such tiny sounds. "Does your butt feel better?"

"Much. Soooo much better!"

"All right, if we want your red marks to go away quickly, we should do that again soon. Alan, that cream is nearly out. Do you think you could find some more?" She winked as she said this.

"I think there's a whole other jar," he lied. Alan was really turned on by how much his cum had been spread around today.

"Good," Suzanne said officiously. "Katherine, in another hour I'll come by and we can do it again in the bathroom, with more cream. How does that sound?" Suzanne was still jealous at how much pleasure Susan had gotten from Alan's lotion application. She was determined to keep the sexual games going until she'd cum just as much or more.

"Sounds great. I'm ready to do it whenever you are. Whatever you say. I'm very obedient now, thanks to your spanking." Had Susan listened, she might have wondered at the way Katherine said "do it." Katherine realized that in the bathroom they could do most anything, now that the ice between them had been broken. She looked forward to a hot session of Sapphic lovemaking with a chance to finally explore every inch of Suzanne's perfect body and feel the workings of the older woman's experienced tongue.

Suzanne announced loudly, "I've had enough of the sun. I'm going to go inside. Susan, there's still a little bit of cream left over. Would you like me to put some on you? It's really quite exquisite skin moisturizer, and after sunbathing for so long, it's good to put something on to prevent wrinkling." Suzanne had kept a little corner of the cream untouched in the hopes of rubbing the son's cum into the mother. She had a really naughty desire to stuff it up Susan's pussy, but realized that couldn't happen, at least not yet.

"No thanks, maybe later. I think I'm going to go inside, too, and take a shower. This sun is beginning to tire me out."

"Sounds good. Can I use the shower in the other bathroom?" asked Suzanne. All of them made their way back inside.

CHAPTER 6

At the same time the Plummers were having fun around the pool, Heather was lording over her "subjects" at White Sands Beach. As usual, her best friend Simone was with her.

Heather should have been in her element and enjoying herself, since this was "her" beach. She and Simone wore even more revealing bikinis than they usually did, so Heather could bask in more attention than usual as well.

However, there was an issue nagging at her: Alan. Heather had many friends, but she knew they were only fair weather friends attracted to her power, persona, and/or sex appeal. If not that, they were simply afraid of her.

She also knew that she had only one real friend, Simone. She valued this friendship and tried her best to tone down her usual bitchy self when she was around Simone, though she didn't always succeed. The two of them talked about everything and anything as they hung out together virtually every single day, so they didn't have many secrets between each other.

Furthermore, Heather greatly enjoyed sex with Alan. She wanted a lot more of it from him, to the point that she'd even promised to him that she would acknowledge some level of friendliness with him in public, despite his nerd status. Therefore, Heather knew that it was just a matter of time before Simone would learn she was having sex with Alan.

The longer she put off telling Simone about it, the worse it would be. But on the other hand, Heather had mocked Alan with Simone there, even deriding him as a "pathetic virgin" in her presence. Heather absolutely loathed ever admitting that she was wrong about anything.

As she walked down the beach, she came to the spot where she'd first spoken to Alan and his friends exactly two weeks earlier. She decided it was finally time to come clean about her secret "nerd lust" with her best friend. She said to Simone, "Hey, I'm getting hot. Let's take a dip."

It was a nice day and the water was unusually warm for Southern California at the time of year. So they just strolled into the shallow water. Heather wanted to be in the water up above her knees so she would be far enough from everyone at the beach so she could talk to Simone freely without worrying about being overheard, yet not so deep in the water that they'd spend most of their time fighting the waves and be shivering with cold afterwards.

Their relocation accomplished, she broke the ice by saying, "Hey, you remember right over there, what was it, two weekends ago, when we had a 'nerd invasion' by those three geeks?"

"Yeah?" Simone listened closely because she could tell from Heather's demeanor and the way she dragged her into shallow water that she had something confidential to say.

"You know, what's kind of funny is that not all of them were total losers. That guy Alan, the tall one, kind of surprisingly handsome for a dweeb..."

"Yeah? What about him?"

"Well, it's just kind of funny..." Heather was struggling to figure out how to drop in the fact that she'd had sex with Alan. So far, she was only digging herself a deeper hole by calling him more names. She decided to start from the beginning. "An interesting thing happened last Tuesday. You know how I like to keep an eye on my girls?"

Simone nodded. "My girls" was a reference to the other cheerleaders on Heather's squad. Heather did more than just keep an eye on them, she liked to spy on them or have her spy network spy on them whenever possible, because she was aware that knowledge is power.

"Well, I saw Kim chatting excitedly to Amy between classes and I snuck up behind them to see what got their panties all in a bunch. Kim was talking about how she'd been royally fucked by some guy the day before."

"But Kim's a lesbian," Simone pointed out. While that was generally a secret at school, Simone pretty much knew everything Heather knew and Heather knew a lot about "her" cheerleaders.

"That's what I thought. Total dyke. But it turns out that she'd just had her first taste of cock the day before. And she liked it! But that's not all. You'll never guess who took her cherry."

"Alan?" The only reason why Simone tentatively guessed that was because Heather had started the discussion by mentioning Alan.

"Yeah. Crazy, huh? I mean, a clear cut nerd, doing it with a cheerleader. He'd even managed to get a dyke to bat for the other team, at least for the day. But that's not all. Kim was going on like he was the best fucker in the whole world. That was when I couldn't help myself and joined in. Between Kim and Amy, the brain dead virgin, I figured the two of them wouldn't know a good fucker if someone slapped them on the face with a big cum-soaked cock, if you know what I mean. So I wanted to set them straight. But Kim was insistent. She described Alan's eight-incher in mouthwateringly loving detail. She went on and on about how he fucked her in this position, in that position, hell, he even fucked her doggy-style on top of a coffee table. It seems like he did just about everything but fuck her up her nostrils."

Simone's eyes grew large as she mentally skipped ahead to where Heather was going with this. "You didn't..." she breathed disbelievingly.

"Didn't what?" Heather replied, playing innocent.

"Tell me you didn't have sex with him. He's a total loser nerd. You said so yourself!" Simone was a lot more tolerant of others than Heather, but she still had internalized some of the idea that nerds were an untouchable social class for the elites of the school (such as Heather and herself).

Heather tested the metaphorical waters a bit nervously. "What makes you think I'd do it with the likes of him?"

"Heather, I know you. First of all, I know you've been complaining about your male lovers for a long time now. Rockwell in particular. I can almost see your eyes light up as you hear there's someone in school who might know how to really pleasure a girl right, the way she ought to be, instead of just pleasing themselves. And that's before we even include the fact that he's pretty well hung. I saw the way you were staring at his crotch when we ran into them here at the beach. In fact, I made a note of how he was hangin' myself. Secondly, I can read your face like a book. You're obviously building up to something." She then teased, "The question is, is it worth getting nerd cooties?"

Heather's first reaction was to downplay the whole thing. "Simone, you have to understand, this was just a lark. A joke. I happened to see him at a store later on that same day. I thought it would be fun to cuckold my boyfriend right under his very nose with a nerd. I knew from Alan's whole panty painting thing that he was completely discreet, so I could toy around with him without worrying about him boasting, as just about every other guy would do. The situation dropped into my lap and I just HAD to run with it! It's not like I'd want Alan for my boyfriend or something. Get real!" She laughed derisively. Then she looked around the beach to double check that the coast was clear.

"Well, at least I see you haven't been totally brain damaged. And I can't say I'm shedding tears for the way you treat "dumb as a rock" Rockwell. But was he good already?" She grinned maliciously. "Tell me all about making mad nerd love."

Heather smiled and stared away in fond remembrance. "I have to admit, he had a certain... appeal." Then, realizing she probably had a tell-tale moony and dreamy look on her face, she caught herself and put on an indifferent expression.

Simone was starting to see the teasing possiblities. "Did you find yourself getting smarter after he pumped you full of nerdy goodness?"

Heather looked at her best friend sharply and splashed her with water. "Simone, shut your trap! I cut you a lot of slack, and I don't even know why. But if you keep up with those kinds of wisecracks you're gonna find yourself at the top of my shit list. And you know what that means. You know how much I like to do wild and unexpected things, like when I went down on you in the middle of that restaurant a couple of weeks ago? This is just another crazy prank. In fact, let me tell you..."

Heather slipped into deeper waters for even more privacy, then went on to describe her first time with Alan in great detail. She tried to make it seem as much like a crazy prank as possible. She also made it seem as if she was in complete charge the whole time and Alan was little more than a human dildo, who was completely awed into incoherent stammering by "the mighty Heather," as Heather called herself. She very deliberately avoided any mention of how Alan called her insulting names like "cunt hole." While it was true that Heather was calling the shots with Alan at first, she failed to mention how Alan had her literally begging for him to fuck her again before they were done.

Then she went on to describe her second time with him. She emphasized all of the sexual innuendo that passed over the head of Alan's mother. Again, she painted Alan as being hapless and putty in her hands. To explain why she would bother with him at all, she repeatedly highlighted the above average size of his penis and his remarkable powers of endurance and recuperation.

Feeling very relieved to finally tell someone about these events, Heather went on to tell an increasingly incredulous Simone about her third time with Alan, when the two of them had sex in the school parking lot. The way Heather painted it, she'd practically raped Alan in public just for her own twisted amusement. There was no mention of the promises Alan had extracted from her.

By the time Heather was done, Simone was in stitches. As a big joker herself, she particularly appreciated all of the blatant innuendo Heather slipped past Susan.

But as Simone's laughter died down, she considered Heather more closely. There was something about Heather's demeanor that was extremely odd. Not only was she uncharacteristically uncomfortable, but she seemed wistful and even moved as she described her sexual encounters with Alan. Simone couldn't understand what Alan could have done to her to elicit this kind of response from the notoriously hard-hearted Heather.

Simone gently tried to draw out the information she felt Heather was still holding back. "Damn, Heather, you've still got it. That's the crazy bitch I know and love! Knowing you, though, there's more to this Alan guy than what you've said or you wouldn't be coming back to him two more times already. I noticed both times you were the one to seek HIM out. What gives? I mean, eight inches isn't THAT unusual. Remember Ted "The Big Ten Inch" Pulaski? And if you want endurance, why not just get two guys to tag team you again? Remember how much fun that was? There must be something more to this guy to make you bother with a mere nerd. You keep talking about giving him a pity fuck, but you don't give pity fucks. Ever. So what is it? Spill!"

Heather was in a bind. She couldn't even admit to herself what she found appealing about Alan. Even if she could, Hell would freeze over before she'd ever tell Simone how she loved being dominated by him and always thrown off balance whenever she was around him. So instead she said, "I dunno. Like I said, he does have a certain appeal. For instance, he's not as fawning as most of the guys I play around with. And he's got some good moves, I must admit. But, you know, what's that French saying for an indescribable something you can't quite put your finger on?"

"Je ne sais quoi," Simone replied without thinking. She did a lot better in her studies than Heather did (though she was far from being a top student).

"Exactly."

"Hmm. I might just have to take him out for a test fuck or two then, to see what the fuss is all about." Simone joked, "Maybe the reason nerds pull their polyester pants way up their chests is to hide their monster cocks. Yeah, a test drive sounds pretty good."

Heather blurted out, "NO!" Realizing she said that far too forcefully and loudly, she amended it, "I mean, don't bother. He's just a nobody." She saw that line of reasoning wasn't going to be successful given everything else she'd just said about him, so she tried a different tack. "I like to think of Alan as my personal plaything. He's like a charity project, an amusing trifle. I want to handle him on my own. I'd like to see if nerds are at least partially redeemable. Maybe I can even get him to shape up enough to associate with real people." She was proud of that comment, since it would lay the groundwork for Simone to accept when Heather eventually had to publicly acknowledge her association with Alan at school.

In actual fact, Heather was worried about Simone being with Alan for two big reasons. First, she found herself surprisingly possessive about him. Normally, she could care less what any of her sex partners did when they weren't around her, but she wanted Alan to be hers and hers alone, all the time. This was so disturbing and unusual for her that she could barely even admit it to herself. Secondly, she was concerned that if Simone had sex with Alan she'd quickly discover Alan's domineering and name calling ways. Heather knew that if Simone found out about that, she'd never hear the end of Simone's jokes and taunts.

Luckily, Simone didn't seem to be too serious about her interest in Alan. "Ah well. It's probably for the best. I'll just have to go out and get my own little nerd groupies. Heh-heh, I'll get them to fog up their thick glasses as they excitedly stroke their slide rulers while trying to work out my measurements."

Heather, to her own great surprise, found herself annoyed by such jokes. "Simone, those are such tired stereotypes. You know enough about Alan to know he's not like that. Maybe he's just smarter than most and doesn't want to play the popularity game." Directly aping what Alan said to her the last time they'd fucked, she asked, "Anyway, what's so shameful about getting good grades and having a certain taste in popular entertainment?"

Simone looked at Heather incredulously. "Okay, the joke's over. Heather, defender of nerds! Can someone bring out the real Heather? Man! You must really have it bad for your jizz whiz, girlfriend. Showing some sympathy for the lesser mortals? Has the heat gotten to you, or are you just going into heat? Next you're going to tell me you're volunteering at the local soup kitchen!"

Heather scowled. "Very cute, Simone. Cute. Look, maybe I'm just a little touchy about 'doing it' with a nerd, okay? It is a bit out of character, granted, but I'm all about being unpredictable. It's not like I have any feelings for him or anything. Jesus Christ, no! Ha! Don't make me laugh. I can't help it if God has a twisted sense of humor and endows the least deserving. I mean, what if it turns out that the school janitor has a twelve inch cock? Wouldn't you be curious to try it out just once?"

"No. That sounds painful, actually. With you, it's always about getting the biggest and best toys."

"Well, why not have the best? Look. Look out there." Heather nodded towards the shore, and stared out to where hundreds of teens lay sunning themselves on the sand.

Since Heather had steadily drifted deeper into the ocean as she'd talked, Simone had to turn around to see what Heather was referring to.

Heather proudly explained, "I can have sex with anyone here that I want. Male or female, if they're going steady or not. I don't even care if it's a completely straight girl. No one dares oppose my wishes. I can even do it with a nerd if it amuses me. ... In fact, maybe that's part of Alan's limited appeal. He's so socially out of it, so completely clueless, that he doesn't even realize the extent of my power. Like I said, he's not all fawning."

But Simone wasn't so easily fooled by Heather's verbal protests. She knew Heather so well that she could pick up on the most subtle verbal and visual cues. She could tell that there was something different about this Alan that was strongly affecting her best friend. She decided to prod Heather to gauge her reaction. Grinning, she teased, "I think you actually like the guy." She sang a variation on a familiar children's taunt, "Heather and Alan, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!"

Heather's face turned red underneath her deep tan. "Shut UP!" She furiously splashed Simone with both hands.

But Simone just splashed back, which upset Heather even more.

Heather calmed herself a bit and considered various ways to get Simone to keep quiet. She decided on the "heartstrings" approach. "Simone, I'm upset at you. I consider you a friend and I tell you my innermost secrets, but all you do in return is joke at my expense. Frankly, I have no idea why I put up with your shit." She decided some implied blackmail wouldn't hurt. "Think about all of YOUR secrets that I keep in strict confidence. Are you going to act like a baby singing your stupid kissing song to everyone or are you going to be a true friend and shut the hell up?"

Simone was genuinely chastened. "Sorry. Don't worry, I won't breathe a word to anyone. And sorry about the jokes too. It's just that sometimes I can't resist. You know how I am with teasing."

Heather nonverbally acknowledged her friend's apology with a slight nod. "Come on. Let's go in. I'm getting cold." As they started to head back to shore, she thought, I have no idea why I bother with this Alan guy. He's not worth the grief. It's not like I CARE for him or anything. Really, it's not. It's like I was telling Simone. He's just a lark. A project. A change of pace. Maybe he'll amuse me for a few more weeks, if he's lucky. Then I'll chew him up and spit him out. And when I'm done with him I'm going to make him pay for all of his insults and his sheer gall at forcing ME to do what HE wants. God, is he going to be sorry for not knowing who he's been messing with!

She felt a lot better as she plotted a variety of ways to get revenge on Alan. As she waded in to shore, she envisioned Alan facing a variety of cruel Medieval torture devices. While she wouldn't do that in real life, fantasies of hurting him helped Heather convince herself that she had no real feelings for him after all.

Simone, however, was intrigued by Heather's unusually strong reactions to her teasing. She was even more convinced that there was something very unprecedented and important about Heather's relationship with Alan. Simone knew she was hot, so she figured she'd have no trouble seducing a "mere nerd" like Alan unless he had some kind of racist phobia, and she strongly doubted that from what she knew of him.

But since Heather seemed adamant about keeping Alan as her personal "project," Simone decided she'd keep her distance from him - for now. Amongst other things, she had a very healthy respect for the consequences of being on Heather's shit list.

CHAPTER 7

Back at the Plummer house, even though everyone moved inside, the day's sexual activities were far from over.

Suzanne wasn't about to let the fun stop. She sat in the Plummer living room and felt quite pleased with herself. She had taken a shower at the house and had only put a bathrobe back on. She figured that was best for getting quickly naked, something she figured she'd do a couple of times more that day before she went home for good that night.

She left the robe partly open just in case Alan might wander by. She wouldn't have even put the robe on at all but for a concern that Susan might think she'd gone too far. Hell, I wouldn't EVER wear ANY clothes in this house, if I had my way, she thought wickedly.

The application of suntan lotion went far better than Suzanne had expected. Susan seems very primed to be fucked by her son. Damn, he's such a good lover. And the spanking idea was an inspired improvisation on my part, heh-heh.

She'd watched for a way to get into Katherine's pants for the past few weeks, but had restrained herself while Susan's husband was around.

In one fell swoop not only did I secure Katherine as one of my lovers, but it happened under the eyes of Alan, who clearly approved. I'm very happy to see that. And the fact that the whole thing happened within ten feet of an unsuspecting Susan made the victory that much sweeter. This is actually better than if I'd been able to get him away from the house and fuck because we're setting Plummer family precedent here that'll last forever.

Alan needs a reward for being so understanding about sharing. I can go further with him now that barriers are coming down some more. Susan is so horny that you could knock her over with a feather. Although, tickling her with a feather would be more fun, heh-heh! Not to mention, it would be nice to get some more of my Sweetie's "cream" in time for my second round with Katherine coming up soon.

Of course they didn't actually need his cream. They didn't need any cream at all, since Katherine's butt wasn't even red anymore from the light spanking. But Suzanne figured it would be a fun thing for the two of them to play with.

Mmmm. That reminds me. Spankings. How delightful. I've been reasonably aroused when Alan has treated me like a submissive or a slut. That Daisy Duke thing gets me going every time I think about it, for instance. But that's nothing compared to the enjoyment of spanking someone else! I must be a natural dom. A sexual dominatrix. Today has been such a watershed day! Wow. Just imagine if I could spank my Sweetie. Now THAT would get me HOT!

Even as she thought these things, her tiny vibrator continued to buzz deep inside her. It felt really good, like a constant high. Why don't I keep it inside me all the time? she honestly wondered. I've only used it occasionally in my house to relieve the boredom there, but I think it's more fun here in this house. I'll have to do this much more often! I seriously wonder what it would be like to have my pussy stimulated all day long. I have a feeling I'm going to find out, the way things are going around here.

Suzanne had no desire to fuck her own children. She considered that real incest, since Brad and Amy were her own flesh and blood. Brad was just on such a completely different wavelength that she couldn't even imagine wanting to seduce him. She knew Amy was very attractive, but Amy was so naïve that she figured to seduce her own clueless daughter would be downright mean. To her, Amy was the essence of innocence; Suzanne shivered at the thought of anyone doing anything sexual with her daughter, especially after what happened the year before with Amy's near rape. In any case, the Plummer family was infinitely more appealing and challenging to seduce.

Suzanne's scheme to fuck Katherine, Alan, and Susan was advancing well and was still held back only by the level of Susan's restraint. So today was a big victory because Alan had so clearly worn down Susan's resistance. Later she could exploit this breach in Susan's defenses herself. For instance, blowjobs in front of others had been a no-no, but not any more. Such public acts were key steps in turning sexual situations into all-out orgies.

Suzanne had a feeling that Alan and Katherine had gone a lot further with each other than they let on. I'll bet they're fucking each other, she thought. There's been a subtle difference in the way they interact with each other, especially in the last few days. But where and when? Maybe late at night after Susan's asleep?

Shit, if they get caught by her that would be a big setback for me, too. If I had a private place to regularly fuck Alan I'd be doing it already, but I can't even get him out of the house for one day lately, it seems. The party didn't really count since he was so out of it and wasn't even aware that it was me he had fucked. Today's massaging was ten times as much fun for me as that, and probably even more fun for Susan, damn her. But an opportunity like that party comes along so rarely.

How do I get him alone and out of the house? If I took him from the house on a regular basis, then Susan would certainly guess why. And now he's grounded for the week. Dammit! On the other hand, perhaps it's for the best. Maybe I could get away