CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 10)

Alan woke up Sunday morning but all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. The Plummer family didn't always go to church, but at dinner the night before Susan mentioned they would this week. He hit the snooze button on his alarm clock once and then did it again. As he lay half asleep and contemplated snoozing for a third time, Susan came in.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a kind, motherly tone. "I know church isn't as exciting as your video games and movies, but we can't forget the Lord." She sat on the edge of his bed near his face, and tenderly brushed his hair from his forehead. Then she got up and announced she was getting ready for church.

Alan was a bit surprised at her new surge of religious feeling. She seemed to go back and forth, but overall he'd felt that she had drifted away from it in recent weeks as their sexual games heated up. "Mom, but what about, you know, what we're all doing physically? Don't you think God would disapprove?"

Alan himself was agnostic, but wanted to see what she thought for her own beliefs. At the same time, he joked to himself, There must be a god, and a very great god, to have given me such a mother.

She continued to idly brush his hair with her long, sensuous fingers. "You have a special medical condition, and I think God has to understand that. I've made peace with what I have to do to help you. God must want me to help you in this way. I have a special role, and I'm just doing His will. I have a set of clear boundaries in my mind now. As long as we don't give in to temptation and go further than we should, we'll be fine."

Alan was silent. He didn't want to say that Susan had a habit of going further than she'd planned on an almost daily basis. The thought, for example, of what she'd done the day before, and the memory of the things he did to her by the pool got him instantly hard. It was a bit of a curse at the moment, as all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

She clapped her hands. "Come on. Enough chit-chat. Let's get this show on the road. I'm about to make some breakfast."

Alan rolled over and closed his eyes. "Okay. Just give me ten more minutes. One more snooze button."

Susan tsk-tsked, but lovingly. "Alan Plummer, you are a hopeless case. Five more minutes. Max." She got up and left.

Five minutes later, Alan still wasn't up.

Katherine barged right in. "Hey, Big Pussy-pleasing Brother. I've been sent as a messenger from the big-boobed one. She says no more lollygagging. Breakfast is almost ready."

Alan rolled over and opened his eyes. Katherine stood there in hot pants - tight, dark orange, leather, short shorts - and an equally tight tank-top that had a giant heart-shaped hole to expose her cleavage. He'd just managed to lose his erection after Susan left his room, but groaned as he felt it elongate again at the sight of his sexy sister. "Dang, Sis, you're not planning on going to church like that, are you?"

She guffawed. "No, silly, Big Mouthwatering Brother. But wouldn't it be fun to see the face on the minister if I did! Ha! ... No, these are my 'get Big Twat-pounding Brother out of bed' clothes."

"You really love those Big Brother names, don't you? ...Um, Little Moist-holed Sister?" Alan sat up to appreciate the view better, even though it literally pained him to do so.

Yesterday's festivities, while enjoyable, had taken their toll on his body. He wasn't in agony, but he wasn't exactly prepared to start a sex-filed day quite yet. He at least wanted to get his bearings first.

She smiled. "That's better, Big Heat-seeking Missile Brother. Mom said that I should use, quote, 'any means necessary,' unquote, to get you out of bed. And the only excuse for any delay is if I have to give you a gob-smackingly yummy hand-job. That's literally what she said, minus a couple of adjectives. No blow-jobs for me, 'cos of my punishment. But she said that even if I do lend you a hand, so to speak, I should hurry it up, because you have only thirty minutes to shower, dress and eat breakfast."

Katherine wasted no time. Even as she said this, she moved to his bed and threw back his covers. Her hand was on his instantly-erect penis just as she said the words "handjob." She squealed with glee and thrust out her chest, to make her cleavage even more obvious. She muttered, "Hard as diamond already. I should have known."

Alan groaned, partly in delight, partly in frustration. The fact was, he felt strange. The events of the previous day seemed bizarre in the light of the new morning. He thought, I know I say or think it ALL the time, but this is too surreal! Mom comes in my room all pious and dressed for church, and then she sends in Sis like this, basically ordering her to give me a handjob? It's contradictory. Completely bizarre. I kind of don't even feel like another orgasm right now. I mean, I had ten yesterday. Ten! And everywhere I look I see some hottie naked or taking their clothes off.

Even as he thought this, Katherine took her shirt off while she gave him a smoldering, seductive smile.

He laughed at that coincidence inwardly. I just want to have a normal day today. Heck, even going to church doesn't sound so bad, for once. I should really ask Sis to stop and just get up on my own...

But Alan grew transfixed by the sight of his sister's tits as they shook in time to her strokes, and the sensation in his loins was too good to bring to an end. Given that, for once, her mouth wasn't filled with his penis while near him, she was free to whisper sexy things to him. She took full advantage.

He found that he loved it, just as he always did. He decided that he should try better to give as good as he got, and attempted to whisper sexy things back to her.

She talked, as she usually did in these circumstances, about how desperate she was to have him fuck her.

After hearing her say things like, "Your fuck toy hopes that today will be the day you take your big strong hands and teach my naughty ass how to behave," his reluctant feelings melted away.

Soon he was saying to her, "Watch out, Little Bubble Butt Sis, it's a good thing I can't see your sweet ass right now, or a spanking might not be good enough for you. I just might have to spread your cheeks with my hands and do you doggy-style from the rear. I'd get one of those ass dildos and fill up both your holes, and then shove my hand in your mouth so you're filled up in every way. How would you like that?"

"Oh yeah, Big Tree Trunk Brother! Now you're talking! Let's do it right now!" She made to pull her shorts off.

Alan had to stop her with his hand. "Just the handjob, Sis. Remember the no-fucking-at-home rule? Let's at least make some tiny concession to obeying Mom at least some of the time and not get majorly busted, okay? I was just trying to get you hot with some talk. Geez!"

She giggled. "Sorry. You don't have to try to get me hot. Just holding this sister-fucker in my hands gets me so hot that my shirt would get ironed right on my back if I was wearing one. Luckily I never do. Keep going and fuck me with your words. And by the way, do you think if I breathe on this big sister-splitter, that would cross the line into a blowjob? Let's find out!" She giggled even more.

So Alan continued to talk dirty to her, as she blew air on his penis head and frantically jacked him off. But in a concession to time, he didn't exercise his PC muscle to prolong the experience. As a result, the handjob ended nearly as fast as it did for most males.

Technically, Katherine wasn't allowed to give him a blowjob, but her blowing slowly morphed into soft, gentle licks. She finished the handjob with his penis in her mouth under the excuse that she didn't want to make a mess.

Alan felt bad for once again violating his mother's orders, but under the circumstances he wasn't in a position to say stop.

When it was done, he kissed Katherine on the cheek and thanked her politely, which caused her to modestly blush a bit. Somehow that led to him play with her tits for a minute or two, since her shirt was off already.

She whispered to him, "That made me so hot, but for once I didn't cum. You were too fast! Make me cum. I have a steaming hot pussy. It's ready for you. Just slide right in, Big Torpedo Bro. It has your name on it. Any time you like. You own my hole. Make me cum, my nasty, naughty brother. Just from your hands on my tits. Yes!"

She slid her hot pants down her legs just seconds before she froze, clenched tight and let loose with a joyous and loud orgasm. Apparently just the fantasy that she was about to get fucked pushed her over the edge.

That was a good ending for Alan. He took his hands away as he realized it was getting later and later for breakfast and church.

Katherine commented as she pulled herself back together, "To think. All these years Mom saying to me, 'Go get your brother and tell him he's going to be late for church.' And it was such a bother. It was certainly a lot more fun today! Now I just love any excuse to come in here. Or should I say cum in here. They're nearly one and the same! This room is starting to smell good again; just like your cum. Don't change it. We need to fuck repeatedly in every room of the house so there's no escape from this smell anywhere."

CHAPTER 2

Alan thought that he would at least have one sex free hour during church, but he wasn't spared even then. The sermon happened to be about brotherly love. That pleased Katherine to no end. She sat next to him and, while she refrained from touching him, every time the minister mentioned the words "brotherly love" she would look at him with knowing facial expressions that seemed to say, "Are you paying attention to that?" or "See what I mean?" At one point, the minister mentioned "Love thy neighbor." Katherine nudged Alan, and pointed to Amy and Suzanne, who sat near them in the pews. She thought that was a hoot.

She had a hard time not giggling throughout the entire church service. For some reason this teasing turned Alan on to an unusual degree. He suffered with a raging hard-on throughout most of church. Susan was calm and respectful of the church environment, but every time he looked at Katherine she purposely did something like lick her lips. He loved it, but was nonetheless weary of having a hard-on so many hours in a day.

Suzanne's family attended the same church, which gave Alan a rare Brad sighting. He idly wondered, What would Suzanne's clueless son would do if he knew what I was doing to his mother and sister? It's a shame how Suzanne is so clever but she didn't raise the two brightest bulbs.

He'd probably try to kick my ass instead of doing the smart thing and join in. What an idiot. But I feel bad for him, because Suzanne is over at our house so much. I have a feeling something bad is going to come of this whole Brad thing. Any day, he, or his dad for that matter, could wander over via the back patio route just like Amy always does. And then we'd be in deep shit.

As if to prove that she was much closer to the Plummer family than her own, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house straight from church. She wanted to press her idea of taking Alan to the beach. As before, the beach idea was just a cover so she could take him to a hotel and fuck properly for the first time.

Alan was amenable for whatever she wanted, and he would have been very eager had he known her true intentions, but Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, he had been grounded just the day before and for the whole week. For once, Suzanne couldn't get the normally very pliable Susan to budge.

Alan meanwhile continued his atypically sex free mood. Amy came over too, and the four females all strutted about in various states of undress, but he hardly pulled his head from the big Sunday newspaper that he liked to read each week.

After lunch he continued this mood, leading to lots of questions from the others. More than one female asked him about the state of his penis, but he merely said his penis was fine.

Katherine asked if he didn't need some relief after all the teasing in church, but he said no, he was flaccid. He was also repeatedly reminded that he needed to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week.

He said he knew that. He kept reading.

After the others poked and prodded him too much, he finally lost his temper and cried out, "What's wrong? Jesus! First off, I came ten times yesterday. Ten times! That's a record, and it's left me a little wiped out. Secondly, I've only gone a couple hours without any action. Are you all so perpetually horny that you can't give me one more or less sex-free day?"

The fact was that, yes, they all really were that horny. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine found the day before simply incredible, though for Katherine the highlight was her sex with Suzanne. The day was like a sexual epiphany for everyone but Alan (for him, it was just the latest in a never-ending series of increasingly amazing days). The three females wanted more, like another shot of an addictive drug, and Amy desperately wanted to get involved.

Finally, more to maintain his average and get them to stop bothering him than anything, Alan allowed Suzanne to slowly stroke him while he read his newspaper.

He tried to ignore her efforts and continue to read, but the others were not so disinterested. One by one, Susan, Katherine, and Amy stopped what they did and came close, drawn like moths to flame. They all stood around his chair and watched every move Suzanne made. Nobody said a word as they didn't want to interrupt his reading. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of Suzanne's hand as it slid up and down his erection, slicked up with pre-cum.

Alan didn't want a handjob. He didn't want to get excited. He just wanted to read a newspaper for once. But having three females watch him drove him to distraction and crazy with lust. He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her into his crotch. She finished off his orgasm with a blowjob. He didn't exercise his PC muscle control and shot off quickly.

The others all went back to what they were doing before and pretended like they hadn't seen anything.

Alan left to take a nap. He felt irked and tired.

Suzanne was pleased to see how sex acts were becoming increasingly public within the Plummer house, especially in the last twenty-four hours, but she was disappointed that Amy had to see it, too.

She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude. She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?"

The four females put their heads together and tried to figure out what was wrong. After some discussion, everyone came to agree with Suzanne's observation that sometimes a person just needs a break, a chance to step back and absorb everything that's happened.

But Susan pointed out with concern, "That's fine, but he's been doing that half the day already. Here it is, past one o'clock already, and he's only cum twice! If this keeps up, he's not even going to make his six quota, much less seven or eight. And he's already in danger with three sub par days in a row before an admittedly remarkable number yesterday, and the scouting trip coming up. He can't take the day off! We just have to find a way to keep making it interesting for him so he can at least get to six."

They all nodded in unison.

"But how?" Amy asked.

Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired.

Amy continued, "We're all acting really sexy. Super sexy." She looked at Suzanne. "I especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy, then what will?"

"Thanks," Suzanne replied. She wore a skin-tight black leather outfit. It was brand new and the first time she'd worn it. With the dark glasses she had on, she looked like she'd stepped off of the set from one of the Matrix movies. "But obviously this kind of thing isn't working. Maybe I'm not flashing enough skin. Or sometimes someone just isn't in the mood. But in any case, I have a more radical suggestion. You know what I was saying earlier, Susan, about the beach?"

"No beach," Susan replied firmly. "How many times do I have to say no already?"

"Wait. Hear me out. Instead of just Alan and I going to the beach, what if we all do? I know Alan is being grounded, but if you're there with him, you can supervise his punishment. Maybe he just needs a change of scenery to liven things up. If going to a beach with all of us in sexy bathing suits won't get him going, then nothing will."

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully, but not ruling the idea out.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great," Suzanne enthused. "Just imagine. There will be sexy women everywhere. Alan's tongue will be hanging out of his mouth like a horny, happy puppy-dog. But we'll be the sexiest of them all. Alan's dick will be sooo hard. And he'll wear that new skimpy bathing suit I got him, the European-styled one. His hard, throbbing penis will barely be able to stay contained in that little slip of cloth. He'll just have to whip it out and get a nice cocksucking from his mommy."

"Mmmm. Lucky you, Susan." Amy spoke up again.

Suzanne turned to her daughter, a bit horrified. She frequently forgot that her daughter had slowly gotten on the same wavelength as the rest of them. She thought, I really, really have to have a serious talk with Amy soon. I keep putting it off. I guess I have to accept her watching these things, but there has to be a boundary. ... Fuck. There I go, sounding like Susan again.

Amy continued, "When will I be able to get a full load of his yummy cum to fill my mouth? I keep hearing so much about it."

Suzanne was even more disturbed by that. "You aren't going to, dear. Sorry. Susan and I were discussing this earlier. I know you've been stroking him some, and you've been a big help in the visual stimulation department, but you have to leave it at that, okay? You're just too young and innocent."

"But I'm the same age as-"

"That's final," Suzanne cut her off. "I really shouldn't even be including you in discussions like this, but I'm trying to be accepting of what is, and what you've already done repeatedly. Okay, I guess you can stroke him all the way to orgasm, since you're doing that already. Then you can eat his cum off of your hands or where ever it lands. But no more than that. Okay? We really need to get you a boyfriend, and fast. What's happening to you is not how a girl should develop sexually. You're giving handjobs before you've had a proper date."

She sighed, and then redirected her energy to the problem at hand. "In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be insured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll be at a public place."

Susan was pretty much sold on the idea already, ever since Suzanne concluded her description of the beach trip with a "nice cocksucking from his mommy," which presumably would happen once they got back home. But she still had worries. "Hmm. Possibly. But what happens if, you know, he gets all excited, and needs relief right there on the crowded beach?"

Katherine naughtily clarified, "Relief? What do you mean, Mom? Do you mean if his big, thick, hard, pulsing penis is crying out for the warm mouth of a sexy and buxom, sweet-assed woman such as yourself? Do you mean if he's just so aroused by the likes of us that he can't take it any more, and he just has to rip his bathing suit off and shove his penis down your throat?"

Susan blushed and coughed nervously. She unconsciously crossed and un-crossed her legs as her pussy began to dampen at the thought. "Um, something like that," she meekly admitted.

She cursed her own body part: Damn you, pussy. Always betraying me. You're almost as bad as my tits. Can't you ever get satisfied or are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself to death?

The more they discussed the beach idea, the hotter Susan got and the more she found herself amenable. "But what will we do if that kind of thing happens in a public place? I would be terrified. Anyone could see! Maybe it's better we just hang out by the pool in the backyard. That's what we have a pool for, after all."

Suzanne had an answer for that, too. "There are two kinds of beaches we could go to. One kind is a very busy, public one. The other is a very empty, private one. Not exactly private, but I know of a beach that's so remote that we'll be the only people in sight, even if it is a weekend."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked in a worried voice. "You know how I feel about letting strange men look at me." But inside her mind, she'd already acquiesced to the idea. Suzanne usually knew best.

CHAPTER 3

A little over an hour later, the group arrived at the beach after a very long drive. Suzanne took them to a far-off beach where they could have their privacy. Amy joined Alan, Suzanne, and Susan, but Katherine did not.

Katherine very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it.

Susan pointed out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously. In actual fact, there was a bad double standard at work. Susan was simply so hungry for her son's cum that she was incapable of punishing him for any length of time, and she especially didn't want the competition from her even more eager daughter.

Suzanne drove. She parked the car in a parking lot that was on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff from the beach.

As they gathered their things to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot or something?"

Alan reflexively replied, "Yeah. Yes it is. It's a photo shoot." He leisurely put an arm around Susan's shoulder possessively, to make it clear that these women were with him and him alone.

Susan, while surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial about his women in the presence of another man.

"Wow!" The surfer answered, completely believing it. The three women were all so sexy and gorgeous that it was no wonder he swallowed the story without any doubts. "Right on! What kind of magazine? Can I watch?"

"No, you can't watch. And it's, uh, the magazine hasn't been decided yet. Probably Maxim or something like that." He did have a nice camera, so he purposely took it out to bolster his story.

"Rad, man. No way." The surfer then asked, "So who is going to be on the cover?" He looked from one of women to the next trying to determine who was best-looking.

"Who do you think?" Susan surprisingly replied. She wiggled her body back and forth in her red bikini, as her body language tried to shout: "Pick me! Pick me!"

Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His breath caught in his throat.

"I don't know, lady," the surfer uncertainly replied. "I would totally say you, you're just about the hottest babe I've ever seen on this beach, and that's no lie. But then I look at this woman, and then this one..." His eyes jumped from one female to the next, each of whom mugged for him seductively.

It occurred to Alan that all three of women were shamelessly preening and posing, eagerly wanting to be the one chosen. It further occurred to him just how competitive his mother could be. That was very unusual - she was so shy around strangers, but in an attempt to be picked she moved her body like a practiced stripper and thrust out her hip to each side as she made bedroom eyes at the surfer.

A few more seconds passed and it became clear the surfer was unlikely to make a choice any time soon. "Don't make me choose!" he said in honest exasperation.

"Diplomatic answer," Alan laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug and pose.

The surfer gave Alan two thumbs up with his hands. "Excellent! Good luck. And whoa!" He whistled appreciatively at the three women and then walked off.

Alan was extremely glad that the stranger didn't pick one of the women, because he always tried his best not to verbally play favorites. If one of the women had been picked, it would have caused all kinds of damage-control problems for Alan.

There was a lot of joking as the group walked down to the beach. The women were all very flattered to have been so easily taken for fashion models. They'd been called beautiful and many things besides, individually or together, but they'd always shown themselves off as suburban family types. Whereas now they were dressed to kill, so it was very believable that they were models. For instance, Suzanne was still dressed in her Matrix-like black leather outfit (in total defiance of the hot weather), and Susan also looked cool behind her dark glasses and flashy red bikini. Amy maintained more of the girl-next-door look, but that was sexy in its own way, especially given how revealing her dark blue bikini was.

When they made it down to the beach, Suzanne was surprised that it wasn't as empty as she'd hoped it would be. She'd actually picked an unofficial nude beach, figuring that would come in handy if, or more likely when, they got nude themselves. The beach was mostly empty, but not totally empty. They couldn't find any spot completely free from sight of anyone else. They picked a stretch of sand that had two men, naked, about three hundred feet away in one direction, and a family, partially naked, about two hundred feet away in the other direction.

Susan immediately commented on their neighbors and their nakedness. "Suzanne, you said we'd be completely alone. And why are those guys without any clothing? It's outrageous. This is a public beach!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes behind her glasses as she stripped off her black leather. She had a bathing suit under that, but she planned to take that off, too. "Susan, don't tell me you don't know about nude beaches. This is a public NUDE beach. Don't worry about those two guys looking at you. I'll bet you a million bucks they're gay. Half the people on these kinds of beaches are gay men."

She pointed down the beach. "That family on the other side is probably European. You just have a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private. And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day, even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it, but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they have the courage to stick around, why can't we?"

Susan bitched a little bit more, but it wasn't as if she was ready to go home.

Alan took a moment to survey the pleasant scene. Susan sat up on a towel on one side of him while Amy and Suzanne were on the other side. Suzanne was still changing out of her clothes, since she had so much clothing to take off and had gotten caught up in the argument with Susan. Amy, by contrast, was already nude as the day she was born. It had taken her mere seconds to take of her clothes and lie face down on her towel.

She looked back up towards Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd been right.

"How you doin', Amy? You likin' the beach?" Alan asked her with a grin. Meanwhile he slipped off his own bathing suit. He saw, off in the distance, a small flock of seagulls swoop and glide gracefully in the pleasant beach wind.

"I love it! Wow! It's super duper cool. A nude beach! That's the bestest idea, like, ever!" The look of glee and excitement on her face made her appear even younger than she actually was, which also made her seem even more beautiful. "Wouldn't it be cool if ALL beaches were nude beaches? And not just beaches, but everything! Nude shopping centers!"

Alan smiled approvingly. That's so Amy. She's naturally all over nude beaches like white on rice. I don't know where her love of nudity comes from, but it seems to be infectious. Heck, my package is hanging out all over and I'm not minding it at all. I don't even care if those gay guys over there see. It's not like I'll ever talk to them or see them again.

And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute, round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turn this way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant pale goddess. Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination!

Alan, with his penis sticking out like a flagpole, asked Amy, "You ever been to a nude beach before?"

"Are you kidding me? Certain people" - she rolled her eyes, both to express her frustration and to motion towards Suzanne - "never let me. She doesn't even let me run around naked in the house!" Amy made this sound like she was practically the only teenager in town who didn't live completely naked in her home.

She turned towards her mother. "Thanks so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang."

Suzanne smiled benignly at her daughter as she straightened out her towel and lay down on it. "Sure thing, dear. I guess maybe I'm too protective sometimes. But it's hard for me to see you turn into an adult. I still think of you as my little baby."

Alan looked in the other direction, towards his mother. She was wearing prescription sunglasses and a very skimpy red bikini. The sight of the dark fabric against her light skin with the ocean in the background was breathtaking. It seemed completely improbable that someone so beautiful, such obvious centerfold material could be the mother to a teenager. But it occurred to Alan that it could get even better.

He said, "Mom, we're at a nude beach. Suzanne, Amy, and I, we're naked. Can you guess what I'm hinting at?"

"Oh, but Tiger, I can't! Being naked at home is one thing, but out here..." She scooted closer to him and then sat up on her heels in a dramatic cheesecake pose, with her hands behind her head. "Isn't this good enough? Don't you think I'm good looking like this?"

Alan gasped. It was like some supermodel photograph in a magazine come to life. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to push her backwards, down into the sand, and roughly fuck her then and there. But of course he couldn't, not in the middle of the beach.

He tried to hide his approval, and managed to eke out, "That's nice, Mom, but it IS a nude beach, after all." It occurred to him that he could use her own favorite phrase against her. "It would be rude to stay clothed. It actually would be SO IMPROPER to stay clothed." He couldn't help but grin at that. He could hear Amy and Suzanne giggle behind him.

Susan grinned too, despite her consternation. "Very cute. Let me think about it, okay?" She thought back to her behavior with the surfer, just moments earlier. It was one thing to preen a little to be chosen as the most beautiful. It was quite another for her to actually get naked in front of any other males, even if they were probably gay.

After more teasing, Susan finally broke down and undid her bikini top, but only to lie face down on her towel. That was a big step for her when it came to being out in public, and the others were content to let her be for a while after that.

Everyone put on waterproof suntan lotion simultaneously. Though the idea of Alan putting on the lotion was a popular one, Susan wouldn't allow it. And, as Suzanne wryly noted, if Alan did that they probably never would have made it past applying lotion by the time they had to leave.

In fact, they didn't have much time. They'd had a very late start to the beach and the days had gotten short with the season, so as soon as the lotion had been applied, they all ran into the ocean to swim. Alan could hardly believe his luck to swim in the ocean with three incredible women, two of them totally nude (Susan had put her bikini top back on). They all tried body surfing for a while, but the waves were disappointingly small.

Afterwards, Suzanne said she wanted to take a walk with Alan. Again, she was scheming to get him alone.

But Susan wouldn't have it. "Alan is still grounded," she pointed out. "I'd better come with you."

Suzanne noted, "I was planning on going that way." She pointed down the beach. "Ten minutes down that way, the nude beach fades out and it becomes a public beach. A very crowded one. Are you sure you want to go down there? Dressed like that?"

Susan looked down at her skimpy bikini and reflexively put her hands over her chest. "No. I'd be so shy. ... But I'm not leaving you alone with him! You're always full of mischief. Take Amy, too."

Inwardly Suzanne groaned, but outwardly she acted unconcerned. In reality, Amy was a serious restraint on her plans. She'd been hoping to find a private spot behind some rocks and before the public part of the beach, and really have some fun with Alan.

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne, Amy, and Alan had a nice walk, though it was nothing compared to what Suzanne wanted.

Amy was so excited that she ran off ahead of them, totally naked. It was a very amusing and arousing sight for Alan to see, as Amy ran this way and that like an excited little child at the zoo. She just gloried in being allowed to be naked in a public, outdoors setting for the first time since she was a baby. Her tits bounced around wildly.

Alan had never seen anything like it. He seriously wondered if she could hit herself in the face with a tit.

Amy didn't mind that they passed a few other people, because those people were also naked (and most of them gay men, Alan guessed). After a couple of minutes, however, she ran up to Alan and Suzanne all out of breath and huffed, "There's lots more people up ahead! Mom, Alan, I'm worried people will see you. You'd better get changed."

Suzanne handed Amy her bikini, which she'd carried with her. "Here. You put this on, too."

"Oh yeah," Amy pouted. "Me too. Bummer. Do we have to go that way?"

They put on their bathing suits and continued on the walk. The walk through the popular beach was quite an ego-trip for Alan. Amy and Suzanne walked hand in hand on both sides of him. Nearly everything sexual that had happened to him had happened in private, so this was his first time to be seen in public with his new sexual persona. His chest swelled with pride.

Soon the beach was so crowded they were threading their way through people coming and going.

Nearly everyone, even other females, did a double-take when they saw Suzanne and Amy. It was remarkable enough that they were such knockouts, but the fact that they both acted like they belonged to the same guy was even more surprising.

Alan felt like he had walked into the Academy Award ceremony down a red carpet, with two movie starlets on either side of him. The two women basked in the attention.

The three of them generally walked in silence, but Alan finally spoke and asked Suzanne, "You seem to be enjoying yourself today. Why is it that you never go to the beach? Heck, you never even swim in the pool. Not our pool, certainly, but I doubt even your own pool."

Suzanne thought and then looked down at her ghostly-white arms. "I guess it's because of my skin. Being so pale, I've always avoided the sun. So I'm just not a beach gal. But in recent days I've learned that if I cover up from head to toe really thoroughly, it's not so bad. Look - I may even be getting a tan."

Suzanne pulled at her bikini top to show more of one of her tits than was already exposed and pretended to show off a tan line. But it was a joke because there wasn't any tan line at all on her ivory skin. She pulled the bikini so far from her skin that Alan could see the entirety of one of her nipples. He was surprised she'd do that with so many men staring. It got some loud whistles.

Alan replied gamely, "Sounds like what you need are some strong hands that will completely cover you..."

"With suntan lotion," Amy completed the sentence he had purposely left hanging.

"I was thinking of some other kind of whitish cream, but that would work as well," he answered jokingly.

Suzanne ribbed him, but added, "Maybe someday soon you can cover me with both."

They continued onward and swept up attention from everyone as if they were royalty. Alan thought to himself, You know what's amazing? There are a lot of gorgeous women on the beach, but none of them are as good-looking as the two I'm with right now. Not even close. And the killer is that both of these women are MY women. They're both totally after me, and not anyone else. I could probably do whatever I wanted to them.

Well, within legal limits, anyway. For instance, I could just put my hand on Amy's butt, even though we're a public spectacle.

Alan did so. First he switched from hand-holding to an embrace with both females and then he slid his hand down Amy's back to her butt, even as they continued to walk. When he found no resistance, he put his hand underneath her bikini and explored her ass crack with his fingers.

Awesome! he thought. That's what I'm talking about. Yes! With Amy, I could probably fuck her right on this crowded stretch of beach, and she'd just go, 'M'kay!' Katherine said lay off of Amy but I don't know how long I can stand it. Next time I see this girl alone, I swear to God, I just might go all the way.

And as for Suzanne, talk about fucking lucky; I have no idea what I did to deserve it, but she's totally into me. I'm going to do the same with her and see what she does.

He slid his hand down Suzanne's back and into her bikini as well. Just as with Amy, Alan couldn't even see any change in facial expression as he turned his head from side to side to look at their faces. They only wore big, contented smiles.

Alan wanted to test just how far he could go. So after another minute passed, he slowly stuck an exploratory finger right up Amy's anus.

Amy's eyes flew open and her mouth opened as if she said "Ooooh!" but she didn't say a word. She didn't even break stride as they walked on. The only change was that her smile grew wider and her stride changed to more of a saunter.

Then he did the same to Suzanne, and laughed inwardly as her smiled also grew, so much so that her facial expression nearly perfectly matched Amy's. The way she walked also changed to match Amy's saunter.

Like mother, like daughter, he thought bemusedly. I guess they really are alike in some ways.

There was one important difference between them, however. Exploring further, he found that he could only get his middle finger into Amy's very small hole, but managed to fit his middle and ring fingers into Suzanne's more accommodating anus. All this experimenting created a great deal of pained yet delighted gasping from both females as they repeatedly clenched and relaxed their grip on his fingers.

Somehow he continued to walk and probe two assholes at the same time. He found the subtle interplay of their ass muscles as they strolled along to be very arousing. It was fun watching them try not to squirm. He very much wanted to see the expressions of people behind him who could see what he was doing with their asses, but he couldn't see in that direction.

Suddenly a strange voice said, "Alan? ... Alan Plummer?"

Alan looked around and saw a face looking at him expectantly. At first he was confused, but then he placed it. "Darryl?"

The teenager who waded in the surf in front of them turned out to be an old friend of Alan's. But then Darryl had moved away and changed schools, so they'd lost contact.

Alan stopped and chatted and introduced his two sexy companions. But something possessed him not to take his hands off either Suzanne or Amy's ass, not even to shake hands. In fact, as he casually talked with Darryl, he continued to saw in and out of both their hotly clutching assholes with his fingers. It seemed to him that all his sexual fun took place inside and in private, but here was a rare chance for him to publicly "mark his territory" and hopefully not have it come back and haunt them.

Meanwhile, Alan's attentions to Amy and Suzanne's asses plus the idea of being watched by so many people had gotten to both of them. They started to squirm as if they both had to pee incredibly badly.

Suzanne thought, What the heck is with me? I'm supposed to be one in charge here, but Alan is treating me like some kind of bimbo. And I'm loving it! My god, if only a couple of his fingers feels this good, what would it feel like to have his big throbbing cock stuffed up my ass?

Shit! Now my face is all flushed and I'm probably leaking all down my thighs. Alan's friend must certainly know what's going on, not to mention the countless people standing behind me. This Darryl guy must be able to see the glistening juices running out of my pussy. Fuck! This is wild!

Alan's treating me like I'm some kind of "ho". It would be embarrassing enough if it was just me, but I'm letting him do the same to my daughter! From the look on her face and the way she's squirming her hips, Amy may even be getting off on this even more than I am. It's like he's the pimp and we're just a couple of his ho's, not even worth introducing to his friend here.

This so naughty and un-PC! I've always been the one in the driver's seat with my other lovers. If this were anyone else, I'd slap the guy upside the head. But this is just too much fun to stop. Especially seeing how the timid and nerdy Alan is blossoming into a total Don Juan. Wow. What have I created?

Amy, if anything, did love what was happening even more than her mother. Having always been behind the pace of the other women in terms of the sexual acts they'd shared with Alan, this caused her heart to pound much more than it did for Suzanne.

When Amy got horny she loved to get naked, and right then she had a nearly overwhelming desire to rip her bikini off. She imagined falling to the sand in the buff, then having Alan pounce on her and fuck her silly, with crowds of beach goers watching. Had Suzanne gotten naked and joined in their sandy beach romp, so much the better. But she restrained herself, even as she helplessly writhed more and more on Alan's invasive digit, the longer they stood there talking to Darryl.

Alan was enjoying the moment too. But he saw it in a different way, and mostly thought it was a great lark. However, out of nowhere his experience at Baskin Robbins with Heather torturing him in public came to mind. He recalled how painful that experience was to him, and feared that he might be making Suzanne and/or Amy feel the same way he'd felt back then. He had no idea how horny this made the mother and daughter though. So he broke off his conversation with Darryl and said his good-byes.

Then the three of them turned around and headed back to Susan.

Now Alan could see the faces of all the people, male and female, who had clearly seen what his hands had been up to. There were a lot of thumbs ups and approving whistles from the men. Some of the women even made approving signs to Suzanne and Amy.

He thought, That was a really close call with Darryl. Lucky he goes to a different school. Of course it makes sense since we're at a far off beach, but there was a chance, IS a chance, that I could run into someone from my own school. How the heck would I explain walking with these two, especially if some school mate saw where my hands were? A lot of them know who Suzanne is from seeing her at the open house nights and such, since she's so good looking. Or what if Glory happened to be surfing out here today? Whoa. She DOES go to far off beaches to avoid her students. I need to be smart!

He pulled his hands completely away from both their asses as this idea of being seen sank in.

Amy audibly griped, "Awww..."

He was suddenly feeling bad, and said, "I'm sorry, you two. Did you mind, you know, what I was doing with my hands?"

Suzanne mumbled out of the corner of her mouth so other people nearby couldn't hear, "Do I mind? Let's see if this answers that question." She grabbed his wrist and put his hand back on her ass, then slid it back inside her bikini again.

Amy laughed agreeably upon seeing that. She playfully grabbed his other hand and slid it back onto her ass under her bikini bottom too, saying, "I only minded when you stopped!"

So he figured, To Hell with being smart. I'm too horny! God, people must be staring at my painful erection throbbing hard against my suit and my hands are occupied so I can't even adjust it. It's liable to pop right out at any moment and then we'll really a sight! He continued what he was doing with their tempting asses.

He said under his breath, "Dammit, when we get back to where it's safe, I'm gonna need the biggest blowjob of my life. I'm probably gonna last two seconds before I blow."

Amy replied none too quietly, "Oooh! Shotgun! I get to blow him first!"

Suzanne said like a chiding mother, "No Honey Pie, shotgun only counts for getting the front seat in a car; it doesn't count for cocksucking our Sweetie here. And what about Susan? Shouldn't she get a fair chance?"

Amy replied, "Hey, you snooze you loose!"

The two of them continued to argue who should get to blow him, which only made it more difficult for Alan to walk with his stiff erection. Finally, they asked him what he thought.

He didn't want to play favorites. So he just quipped as he gave both of their ass cheeks an extra firm squeeze, "What do I think? I think you're both being very cheeky."

That elicited groans for the word play combined with groans of arousal for the squeezing.

He played with their ass cracks most of the way back.

They returned to the lonely Susan about half an hour after they left. As soon as they crossed the line they guessed marked the start of the nude beach, the two women took off their bikini tops again.

Alan still had his hands in their butts.

Suzanne said, in the voice of a complaint but with the intention of a command, "I suppose you're going to have to shamelessly play with our tits now, Mr. Pimp."

"It's a bit hard when we're all walking," he pointed out. Inwardly, he wondered, "Mr. Pimp?" What's that all about?

"I'm sure you'll manage," she replied. She grabbed his wrist from near her ass and guided his hand to her chest as she thought, And to think, we might even have been fucking behind those rocks over there if Amy didn't have to come along on this walk. It's so fucking frustrating! I just need a few hours with him alone.

God DAMN this stupid grounding of his and Susan keeping him on a short leash - I thought today would be my one big chance. But it hurts so good to have the anticipation build up. When I finally fuck him, he's gonna know what it means to be truly and profoundly fucked by a woman who really knows what she's doing. Watch out, big boy. You don't even know what's coming. And I am just going to positively die of joy as he pummels me with that marvelous cock. My Sweetie!

A little bit further on when they were firmly back in nude beach territory, all three took off the rest of their clothes. Alan played with their tits and Suzanne naturally held him by the penis, which she repeatedly squeezed, so they were nearly a walking orgy as they continued down the beach and passed the occasional stranger.

They all let go of each other's privates when they got within sight of Susan, but they were nonetheless quite a sight to see when they returned.

CHAPTER 5

Susan stewed a bit while she waited. She felt like she had missed out and fallen behind because of her fear of being seen naked by others. But while the others had gone, the two men who sat closest to them left.

She'd put her top back on since Alan had left, but when the other three returned , Susan was again persuaded to take her top off. More importantly, she agreed not to cover up with her arm or by lying down. Suzanne, Alan, and Amy went completely nude, so she was still a bit behind, but for her, actually exposing her chest in a public place was a major concession. Being naked in front of Alan was one thing - she loved and craved that by now. But being naked in front of any other male was a completely different thing. She nonetheless kept her hands over her chest as much as the others would let her.

Now that they were all completely nude, or nearly so, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, I know you're pretty worked up after that walk and seeing so many lovely ladies on the beach. It's time to decide who gets the cocksucking honors, don't you think?"

Suzanne was the pot calling the kettle black, since Alan had gotten her and Amy very worked up and he damn well knew it. The mother and daughter were still dripping-wet with excitement, while he was hard but not especially so.

Still, he appreciated the offer and said, "You know it, Aunt Suzy. I'm all over that idea. I know it's risky, but if I don't blow soon, I'm gonna die."

"Susan? You want to do the honors?" Suzanne asked. While Suzanne would have preferred to do it herself, she saw this as an opportunity to further break down some of Susan's barriers.

Susan looked to Suzanne in horror. "Me? No way. I could never do that in public. You do it! Amy and I will guard you."

Seeing the strength of Susan's resistance, Suzanne acquiesced to that. She sat on top of Alan's leg and jacked him off while Susan and Amy sat on either side and tried to block the view from any onlookers (there were none anyway, except for the European family which sat off in the distance).

Both Susan and especially Amy were more intent to watch instead of stay on the look-out for strangers. They practically salivated over what Suzanne did.

Susan muttered things like, "The things we have to do sometimes for your medical treatment."

That caused Alan to think, Oh yeah. My medical treatment. It's so hilarious. I've almost forgotten about that completely and gotten into the six times a day thing as an end in and of itself. Let's see. Is my energy level any better lately? Hmm. Not really. But then, who the fuck cares? It's not like I'm gonna ever want to stop, even though all this attention is slowly killing me. If I'm going to die, this is the ultimate way to go.

Suzanne could feel his balls tighten up, but she pretended that she didn't know he was about to cum and he followed her lead and didn't say anything either. Cum simply started to fly up in the air and headed from where he lay up in a big arc down towards Suzanne's chest. Her big rack was an easy target to hit, but she expertly aimed his penis and made sure that some got in her face as well. By the time he was done there were bits of cum all over her and even some on his thighs and the towel beneath him.

Suzanne would have preferred to swallow it all, but she wanted to push Susan a bit further yet again. She knew the sight of Alan's flying cum reduced Susan to a quivering mass of horny nerves.

Sure enough, Susan stared at all the splattering like her eyes would pop out of her head.

Suzanne asked Alan, "How did you like that, Sweetie?"

"It was great. As usual. Thanks a ton, Aunt Suzy. I think doing it in public makes it sooo much more exciting. Even if no one is watching, here we are in the wide world underneath the sun and the clouds. I don't like taking risks, but this is all the fun without any real danger."

"I'm with you. It is a kick. But now we have this big mess." Suzanne started to scoop up some gobs and licked them into her mouth. "Susan, would you like to help me clean up here?"

"Me? Uh, no. I really shouldn't. ... Well, if you insist."

Suzanne inwardly cackled with glee. She felt Susan's hands on her tits as she swept up gobs of cum and ate them.

"You know, we really should stop this," Susan said halfheartedly even as she gloried in rolling the cum around the insides of her mouth.

Amy also reached over and scooped up some cum.

Suzanne didn't notice at first because her eyes were closed, but then she realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes, sat up, and barked, "Amy, what do you think you're doing?"

Amy swallowed another big gob. "Can't I help too? It's so yummy."

"No." Suzanne lay back down while Susan continued to feast on her and ignored the minor dispute. "Honey Pie, what am I going to do with you? You're too pure and precious to me."

"Oh, Mom, that's not fair." Amy got up and stomped off. She was peeved. That was a very rare emotion for her.

Susan and Suzanne continued their cum feast. Suzanne hoped that Susan would get bold enough to lick the cum straight off of her tits, but apparently fear of being seen held her back from doing that. Alan just lay back on his towel and enjoyed the sight, though he stayed flaccid.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of cum, but the two of them took their time to enjoy it and savored every gob.

After a couple of minutes, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, could you get up and help me for a minute?"

Alan was already right next to them, but he sat up and said, "Sure, what is it?"

Suzanne sat up on her heels and then stretched backwards so her crotch was on prominent display between her bent knees. "Susan, do you realize we've been forgetting our manners? Here we are, eating a nice little snack, and we haven't offered Alan anything. How 'bout it, Tiger? See anything you'd like to eat?"

She pulled her pussy lips open and allowed Alan a glimpse into her hidden depths.

Alan was a bit chicken at going down on a woman and with such a hairy bush like Suzanne had, so he wasn't sure. It further occurred to him that the last time he was alone with Suzanne, she'd promised that he could play with her pussy. But he could scarcely believe the next opportunity would be like this, with a compliant Susan resting her arms on one of Suzanne's thighs.

Then something Suzanne said occurred to him, and he said, "Hey. You called me Tiger, Susan's nickname for me. That's confusing me."

"I did, didn't I? That's okay. I get confused myself. You have two tall, naked, big-titted mommies to service your every sexual whim. It's easy to confuse us when we're both so sexy and hot for cock."

That was a nonsensical explanation as to why Suzanne said "Tiger," but it worked for Alan's libido, which was her purpose. He drew closer to the gaping pussy.

Susan was busy wiping the remains of Alan's cum spray off of Suzanne's stomach, but she paused long enough to interrupt with an objection. "Suzanne, we're in a public place! I refuse to allow such a lewd display. There's no one around at the moment, but if anyone saw us, why, why... I don't know what."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "I do. If anyone saw us, they'd get quite horny, that's what."

Alan took Susan's objection as an excuse to decline, sort of. "Suzanne, since Mom doesn't want to do that, how about if I finger you instead?"

"Works for me!" Suzanne said as she leaned all the way back for him. "Now that the children are gone" - this was a reference to Amy - "let the adults play some nice adult games." Suzanne thought she was joking with the "children" reference but it really was more a commentary on her failure to realize Amy was turning into a woman than anything.

Alan stuck two fingers into Suzanne's dripping and still-open pussy hole before Susan could further object. He distracted his mother further and said, "Mom, there's lots of cum in this general area." He waved his hand over Suzanne's crotch and thighs. "It would turn me on to see you clean it up."

So Susan searched for and eventually found each and every cum gob below Suzanne's belly button.

Alan and Suzanne were both disappointed that she didn't use her tongue to lick it up, but it was an inspirational sight, just the same. She stared intently as Alan's fingers plunged in and out of Suzanne's pussy. Drool actually fell out of her mouth without her noticing. Her pussy shook and trembled with excitement as she imagined that it was her own pussy getting violated by her son's fingers.

The situation was all too much for Suzanne. It was like her grand Plummer orgy scheme had already come true. The thought of Alan fucking her while Susan licked at her clit pushed her over the edge. She started to cum, and once she started she just couldn't stop. She came again and again. Her legs twitched and thrashed, but that didn't stop Alan's fingers, nor did Susan stop with her cum hunt.

Amy came back not long after Suzanne's massive climaxes began. She sat next to Alan and watched her mother writhe.

When Suzanne first noticed Amy, she was horrified, but she was too far gone at that point to even say anything. As she continued to buckle, she realized the fact that Amy was watching made her even hotter.

Suzanne thought, It's like we're all non-stop sex machines. Toys for my and Alan's amusement. It's amazing how much sex the rich, beautiful, and idle can have once they put their minds to it, heh-heh. The only thing holding us back is the thin veneer of restraint Susan still has, and that's falling down by the hour.

Plus, this whole thing with Amy is killing me. As a responsible mother I really need to keep her out of all this. But as a lust-crazed woman I totally want to do her myself! That is so wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Don't even think about it. I'm not thinking about it. She's my daughter; that's real incest. No. No, no, no, no, no....

She tuned Amy out and thought about Susan and Alan and all the wonderful things the three of them could do together.

Susan also thought about how wrong this all was. But she was helpless to stop her own actions, so she struggled to justify them. We all know Alan's cum is very precious. It cannot be wasted for any reason. Amy can't eat it off of her own mother, so it's up to me. That's all there is to it. There's nothing wrong going on here. I'm just enjoying a yummy little beach sperm snack.

I am NOT going to lick my way all down Suzanne's stomach, exploring her belly button with my tongue, lapping up my son's cum along the way. If I start licking, I just might find my mouth down there right next to Alan's plunging fingers. Soon I'd be lapping up her love juices he's so copiously creating, straight from her quivering hole. No! I have willpower. That's a totally different thing from just enjoying some of his cum. That's a lesbian thing! I am NOT going to do that!

Once Susan ran out of cum gobs on Suzanne's skin, she didn't stop. She kept searching for more, which meant she ran her hands all over Suzanne. She openly cupped and hefted Suzanne's tits, mentally comparing their size with her own. But she didn't realize that she was doing something sexual. She still thought she was just being very thorough in her cum search.

There was a lot of panting and moaning all around. But somehow Alan still didn't get hard, perhaps because his penis was still weary from the orgasm-athon the day before. He would have liked to order Amy to service his penis, but his penis didn't feel up to it at the moment. Plus, he was content to just give pleasure to Suzanne.

Suzanne realized she might be able to go on for a very long time with Alan, Amy, and Susan all focusing on her, but her body could only handle so much. She eventually had to cry uncle. They all flopped back down on their towels, completely drained.

But Suzanne did have the energy to say to Susan, "So, I'm beginning to think this beach trip idea of mine was a pretty good one. What do you think?" She laughed with pure delight and the others all laughed along.

Suzanne thought, I never knew I could feel this happy. I'm a friggin' genius. Who says crime doesn't pay? Not that what I did was a crime, just a little bit of necessary and harmless duplicity. My six times a day scheme was the most brilliant thing I ever did, hands down!

CHAPTER 6

After a while, Alan and Suzanne ended up back in the surf. They splashed in the waves while Susan and Amy remained on the beach. Since the waves were small to nonexistent, they had a good chance to talk as they played and swam.

At one point Suzanne idly made the comment, "I love you when you're naked outside like this."

That got Alan to think very seriously. He said to her in a contemplative voice, "You know, it's funny. I mean, you're practically like family. I even call you 'aunt' a lot. But you've always officially been Mom's best friend from next door, and not officially family, and so there's been this formality. Especially with the way Mom was, you know, how she was so proper and formal. She's still kind of that way, even though she's loosening up with her body."

He continued more earnestly, "But anyway, even now, you or I can say 'I love you when you're naked,' but not just 'I love you.' But that's what I want to say: I love you. Because I really do love you. And I don't just mean physically. You're, like, one of the most important people to me in the whole wide world. I really mean that. I really, truly love you deeply."

Suzanne normally had a very jaded, sophisticated demeanor, but as Alan went on, she felt herself become weak in the knees. She stared at him with an intense longing. When he said, "I love you," she was glad she was nearly neck deep in the water or she would have literally fallen down.

Alan, in turn, tried to stare into her eyes during this important emotional moment, but had a hard time from drifting down to her chest. Her boobs were easily visible just under the water and the way they rose up and seemed to float made them seem even bigger than ever. They looked nearly Brenda-esque in size.

He thought to himself, When I say I love Suzanne, how much of that is because she's such a sexual hourglass shaped Amazon, and how much is it her personality? ... Ah, hell, it's both. But there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Does that make me shallow? I think not. Physical attraction is a key part of any romantic love. It's just that her body is so... out of this world amazing!

She held out until he said "whole wide world," but then she couldn't wait any more. She cried out, "Sweetie!" Then she grabbed him tight and kissed him on the lips.

As the two of them were already completely naked, the kiss naturally developed into an all out and mostly underwater intense grope.

After a couple of minutes, when they had to pause to catch their breath, Suzanne panted, "Sweetie! I love you! I love you, too. If you only knew how much... What I've done, to get you to... Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is we have each other. I love you!"

They kissed some more. Suzanne had almost started to confess her whole six times a day scheme, but then thought better of it.

Despite the cold water, Suzanne had a hand on Alan's penis and kept it long, hard, and happy.

Alan similarly found her pussy and put two fingers into it without so much as a second thought.

As they worked on each other under the waves while remaining in a hug of sorts, Alan said between more kisses, "Don't think I'm saying that just because we've been so physical lately. I felt that way before, and the physical has just added a new dimension to my love for you."

She said, "Stop. You're killing me. This is too much! This is like a dream come true. Sweetie, Alan, my friend, my lover, I love you so much! So very, very much."

Alan could see tears as they ran down her cheeks.

She saw him looking at them and pointed out, "These are tears of joy. I don't care if you're half my age. You're the only man I've ever met who I really loved. My husband can go hang - I wish he would if it means I could be with you! Age doesn't matter. And you're such a great lover, too!" She pulled herself even closer to him, so his penis was right on top of her bush. Her hand was wrapped around his tool already, but she went farther. Using both hands, she pushed his hand down there out of the way, and then pulled his penis between her legs, as if he would dry hump her.

She felt very devilish and decided that Alan deserved something a little more special than just a handjob. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she wanted to throw caution to the wind. Plus, since their bodies were mostly covered by the ocean water, she felt that now was a perfect moment to take such a bold risk.

She said in her scratchy voice, "You know, some times, accidents can happen. For instance, what if a big wave came by and sort of bumped you into me? What would we do then?"

There was no big wave, but she pulled his penis right into her pussy lips. She kept on going and brought the head of his penis into her vagina.

"Suzanne!" he gasped as his mind boggled and his eyes went wide as saucers. "Are-are-are you sure? I mean, I, well, this is a big step!" He was completely thrown for a loop and didn't know what to do.

Even in his mind, he could hardly think at all. Holy fucking mother of God! Suzanne is... My dick... Fuck! ... Her... She, Suzanne... No way! We're fucking!

His heart pounded frantically and trip-hammered in a way that he hadn't experienced for several weeks.

But Suzanne appeared calm. She smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean? Big step what? I'm just noting that accidents can happen sometimes."

Ironically, a wave did belatedly arrive. It swept both of them off of their feet, but they hugged each other tighter and remained connected down below.

Suzanne pressed herself into him and his penis slid in another two inches.

Alan's eyes went wide as saucers in awe and amazement.

"B-bu-bu-but, what about Susan?" he asked even as his penis slid in another inch. He looked toward the beach to see if his mother watched them. Meanwhile, the two of them were floating deeper into the sea as they remained unable to touch the bottom.