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.

"What about me?" said Susan from a ways off.

Alan heard Suzanne gasp and knew from that that something was not good. To his horror, he looked past Suzanne and saw that his mother was in the water, only fifty feet from them but quickly closing the distance.

Thanks to the sound of the waves, he guessed she hadn't heard anything clearly until he said her name, but she could obviously see something was up. No doubt from the beach she could see all their intense kissing and that caused her to come closer and investigate.

Alan belatedly tried to answer Susan's question as he attempted to pull out.

Suzanne turned, saw Susan, and let his erection vacate her hungry vagina.

"Um, we were just talking about love," he said as Susan came even closer.

"Yes? Love? And?" Susan looked very suspicious. They maintained their close hug because to completely break away would be even more suspicious.

Alan thought on his feet, even as his feet were scrambling to find a foothold on the ground. "I was just saying that I loved Suzanne. I told her, 'I love you.' And she was saying that she loved me. She said she loved me more than anyone in the whole wide world, so I said, 'what about Susan?'"

"That's not fair," Suzanne complained. She played along with what was actually very close to the truth. "You can't compare love between man and woman with love between two women. I meant I love you more than any other man. Of course I love Susan just as much, as a woman."

But then she gushed, "Susan, do you realize? He said he loves me! This is such a special moment in my life. I've never felt like this before!"

Susan came closer in an attempt to hold Suzanne's hand. It was obvious from Suzanne's face that she had just had a pivotal emotional moment so Susan's worries that Suzanne was doing something "illegal" with Alan was forgotten.

Suzanne thought to herself, Oh, my! That was close. That's some good quick thinking, Sweetie. Maybe he has it in him to become as big of a schemer as I am. Her fingers found Alan's penis, and she grabbed it tightly. She missed the all-too-brief sensation of being filled by his penis and wanted that experience just a little bit more before they had to stop. She tried to put it back in her hole, despite the reckless danger. She hoped the water would cover everything.

Alan had a hard time stopping her because he was still struggling to touch the ground (considerate guy that he was, even in his predicament, he didn't want to pull himself down deeper into the water and drag Suzanne down with him because he knew she hated to get her hair wet).

Alan, always careful about favoritism, quickly added, "It's true that I said I love Suzanne. But of course I love you, too, Mom. I love you so much. Loving Suzanne doesn't diminish that at all. No one can come even close to replacing the special place you have in my heart."

As he talked he used a hand that was already underwater to fight Suzanne and keep her from putting his penis back in her. He was too flummoxed to realize the irony of trying so hard to get into that hole, and now fighting to keep out.

Susan closed the distance completely now. She decided to hug them both rather than just hold Suzanne's hand.

Alan managed to reach the ocean bottom just as the three of them hugged. Even though Susan's bikini bottom was the only stitch of clothing between the three of them, it was a mostly platonic and loving hug.

"Suzanne. My Tiger. You two are too great! I'm so happy for the both of you," Susan cooed.

Susan's close presence caused Suzanne to give up her desire to fuck, anyway, so she let go of his penis and allowed the water to force their bodies apart naturally.

Alan thought to himself as he hugged, Dang. That was too close! Suzanne and I were about to fuck! Fuck! Really and truly fuck. With SUZANNE! Wow! I mean, technically, I was already in her! And right in front of Mom, no less! I guess Suzanne got carried away with what I said.

What if Mom would have come here a couple of minutes later? We would have been going at it with total abandon! I know I would have. Totally fucking wild abandon. Dang. Just one minute later and I could have at least done a little! What'll Suzanne do now? Is she going to step back and regret what we were about to do or can we finish what we started later? Please God, please, let me fuck Suzanne! Soon. Pleeeeeasse!

At the very same time, Suzanne thought, That was dumb. If only I was a little more prudent and made some distance from Susan, we could have gone all the way. What a torturous tease I am, just like when I pretended to be Elle at the costume party. This does not count as our first time. No way. We're still at zero in my book. But I just couldn't hold back after he said he loved me!

Screw my scheming. This is so far beyond my scheming or just winning another conquest. This is love! I'm really in love! I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. I didn't even know a woman my age COULD feel like this!

Meanwhile, as Susan hugged the both of them, she thought, I absolutely love this guy. My very own son! I just love him all up. I don't deserve such a great kid. Of course he loves Suzanne. She's so great; it's only natural. How lucky am I to have her as a best friend? She's always there for me. For us.

But things were a little fishy before I butted in. Good thing I came out here because I think Suzanne is getting a little bit carried away. I mean, they are buck naked. And that look in her eyes.... Later I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne and make sure she's straight on the boundaries. I don't know about that kind of kissing, even though I've kind of slid a little in that direction myself sometimes lately...

The three of them ended the hug and retired back to their towels on the beach.

Amy still sat there in all her naked glory. She was a bit suspicious about all the hugging and kissing in the ocean in front of her - from her distance it looked like the other three had a mini-orgy out in the water. But she kept her mouth shut.

Alan let his erect penis bounce proudly in front of him as he walked up onto the beach. "Can someone help the swelling go down?" he asked as he sat down next to Amy. "What about you, Amy? Would you like to help out?"

"M'kay!" she said. "That sounds super awesome! Cool!"

Suzanne threw cold water on the idea. "Wait a sec, you two. I know I said you could help out with your hands earlier, but I don't really feel comfortable with that, out here and everything."

Amy was crestfallen.

Susan said, "Amy, don't worry. You can have your chance later today. I'll make sure of it. There will be so many chances. Let's give this one to Suzanne. She and Alan had a special moment out there in the ocean, so it's only appropriate. Today just seems to be her day."

Alan thought, Mom, you have no idea how "special." Dang! I cannot believe Suzanne almost fucked me! The thing is, we do love each other. I meant every word, including what I said about you. And- Shit! Fuck! She isn't wasting time, either! Alan responded to the fact that while he was lost in thought and before he realized what had happened, Suzanne already had her mouth around his penis.

That took Amy and Susan by surprise, too. They quickly went into position and shielded the blowjob on either side.

Amy couldn't help but pout a bit, however. "Mom, you get all the fun stuff. I want to have a special moment with Alan too!"

Susan responded since Suzanne and Alan were well occupied. "Don't worry, Amy dear. I'm sure you'll have lots of special moments with Alan. Isn't that right, Tiger?"

Alan was so overcome with the pleasure Suzanne's mouth gave him that he could barely answer. "Mmmm hmm. Yeah. ... Definitely."

"Just watch and learn, Amy," Susan said motheringly. "Watch your mother's technique. Suzanne's really talented with her long tongue, I can tell. Before too long, that'll be your tongue on his penis."

"Really? Cool!" Amy said with her usual enthusiasm.

Suzanne groaned inwardly at the thought of her daughter giving a blowjob, but her mouth was too occupied for her to say anything about it.

Suzanne knew just what turned Alan on. Like all men, he had a sensitive spot just under the penis head and she constantly worked on stimulating that in one way or another. She could go down into a near-deep throat and meanwhile flick her tongue right at that spot that drove him wild. She even knew how to gently use her teeth in a way that aroused him further. Not even Glory went for doing much with her teeth.

When Alan had his penis in Suzanne's mouth, he was truly in heaven, and Suzanne felt just as good in return. She particularly loved the naughtiness of it all. Having both Susan and Amy watch close up was almost too much, and made her nearly lightheaded with happiness.

By the time Suzanne's very prolonged, expert blowjob was done the sun had already started to set. The three knockout females began to develop a crowd now that they'd stayed seated in one place for a while. A couple of male passersby had parked themselves on the sand a discreet distance away. But they obviously checked the women out from behind their sunglasses.

As a result, there was no big cum eating production like earlier. Suzanne just let Alan fill up her mouth with his seed while a number of joggers went by and wondered if their eyes had played tricks on them or if they really saw a woman's head in a man's lap, surrounded by two gorgeous and topless women.

When she was done and her mouth was finally free, she saw the need to correct what Susan had said a few minutes earlier. "Now, Amy, remember you're not allowed to suck Alan's cock. So don't listen to what Susan was saying. Hand jobs okay, but that's it. We have to set some limits, because you're still so innocent. You're not ready for sex."

"I AM ready!" Amy protested, but she couldn't convince Suzanne.

There were more joggers who came by as many people liked to go jogging in the cooler hours at the end of the day.

Susan put her bikini top back on in response. As she saw two more people run past and another off in the distance, she said, "Look at those goobers gawking at us. I think that's our cue to leave."

Amy said, "M'kay, but Alan, didn't you bring a camera? Let's take some pictures!"

So Alan took out his camera from his bag and they took some pictures. It occurred to Alan that he didn't really have any pictures of any of them naked, so he wanted a lot of those. He convinced Susan to briefly take her top off again so he could get the three of them topless, all in a row. She also took off her sunglasses so her eyes could be seen.

"Perfect!" he said as he snapped them with their racks pressed into each other. He joked, "I'm going to call this one: Suzanne and her two kids."

Susan and Amy laughed, but Suzanne said, "You're gonna get it now!" and raised her fist threateningly in mock anger.

Alan took a picture of that, too, which made them all laugh some more. But the fact behind the joke was, Susan really could look like a teenager at times, and Suzanne could not. Even when she was a teenager she had an older, more sophisticated look about her.

"Too bad Katherine isn't here," Amy noted as they posed for another photo. "She'll be bummed that she missed out."

"She IS being punished, you know," Susan pointed out as she put her glasses back on. "Maybe this will be a good lesson for her."

Alan commented, "I'm just bummed I can't have all four of my favorite women in the same picture, with the ocean in the background."

"Next time," Susan pointed out. "I don't know about you all, but I want to come back here to this very spot again and again." And to think, she thought to herself, Before we got here I was dead against coming to this place. It's a good thing I follow Suzanne's advice.

Susan had a brief vision of returning to the beach. In it, she was alone with Alan, running up and down the beach hand in hand with him. Both jumped up and down in the shallow waves in complete naked abandon and not caring what anyone else thought.

Amy tugged at Suzanne. "I wanna come back too, Mom! Can we? Can we?" The others had a kind laugh for her child-like enthusiasm.

They stayed long enough to watch the sun drop into the ocean and then they made to go. They purposely ignored their nosy onlookers, the only negative note to a great beach trip.

CHAPTER 7

When they all got back home, Suzanne and Amy had to go back to their house to spend time with their family. Alan was exhausted and rested while Susan told Katherine all about the beach trip.

However, as tired as Alan was and as full as his weekend was, it still wasn't over. He had plans for his second "non-romantic" date with Christine. Since he'd already cancelled and rescheduled it on Friday, there was no way he could push it off again.

Susan teased him about his "hot date" whereas Katherine just gave him a lot of grief about it. While she liked Christine well enough from a purely objective point of view, she burned with jealousy whenever Alan did anything with her.

Alan was glad when he finally was able to leave the house.

He'd already promised Katherine that he wouldn't go to the movies with Christine and he intended to keep that promise. He'd asked her what she wanted to do and she said, "Like I told you last time, I never get to go out on dates because I have to remain focused on school. But I had a lot of fun last time getting all dressed up and making a big deal of it. Why don't we do it again, but get even dressier? We can dress to the nines and go out to a fine restaurant. That'll be enough for me tonight because tomorrow's a school day. What do you say?"

Alan agreed. He dressed up in the nicest clothes he owned, which meant he wore a suit and a tie for one of only a handful of times in his life. But the restaurant that Christine picked, The Avalon, was the fanciest one for miles around and it was more or less expected for males to wear suits there.

He'd been impressed with Christine's nice outfit when he picked her up for their last date because she wore nothing but nondescript and conservatively cut clothing at school.

But he was absolutely floored when he came to pick her up this time. She was wearing the kind of fancy black outfit that would fit perfectly for a meal at a fancy restaurant like The Avalon, but it also looked like an ideal outfit to show off the goods of a high priced call girl.

Christine was blushing and nervous as Alan walked up to her. She said, "I don't own any nice dresses myself. This is my mother's and it's a little bit more daring than I would have liked." She fidgeted nervously and shifted her feet back and forth, which got her breasts jiggling. "Okay, a lot more daring."

The truth was, her mother Olga had a great many dresses and Christine had picked one of the most outrageous ones with a scandalously low neckline because she'd caught him staring at her breasts so many times and wanted to please him.

Alan just smiled. "No worries. I think you look great!" Trying to imitate Billy Crystal, he joked, "Daaling, you look maahvalous!"

"Really? You're just saying that."

"Christine, pardon my French, but holy fucking Jesus H. Christ son of a bitch! If you were any hotter, I'd seriously be afraid to touch you because I wouldn't want my fingers to burn off."

She laughed. "Okay, now you're really laying it on thick." She added in a husky voice, "Sounds like we may have a problem though because I certainly want you to touch me."

Alan thought, Whoa! Warning alert! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Is she giving off a sexy vibe or what?! This is not what I expected.

However, she took him by his hand and immediately said, "You know, one thing I like about these dates is that we can flirt without any worries that it'll go anywhere. It's kind of like flirting with training wheels on."

"Yeah, heh-heh. That is cool." He thought, Phew! She was freaking me out for a minute there. I thought she was coming on to me or something. Especially with that black dress. Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day where I could see ALL of Christine's cleavage, but there it is in all its glory. And it's just as perfect as I'd imagined. The only thing that would make that a prettier picture is if my happy hard-on was in the frame, plowing up and down her busty valley.

Whoa, Nelly! Calm down boy. This is no way to start a non-romantic date, with a raging erection to end all raging erections. Think of something else!

He tried to follow his advice, but his mind wanted to think about things like Suzanne's cleavage or Susan's cleavage. That was only making his problem ten times worse.

Christine left him to his thoughts for a few moments then said, "By the way, I should mention that you look great too. Seeing you in a suit makes my heart go pitter patter. When you drove up I was asking myself, 'Where's Alan and what's Cary Grant doing here?'"

That broke Alan out of his reverie. "Yeah, right. Now you're the one laying it on thick. But you're right, it's fun." He'd been holding something behind his back the whole time and now brought it out. It was a bouquet of a dozen roses. "Here, my lady, these are for you."

Christine squealed with delight, took them from him, and smelled them. Her face lit up with a grand smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed him for a long time on the cheek.

She had actually intended to kiss him on the lips, but she chickened out at the last second. This was one of her problems: because she was completely inexperienced sexually, she had very low self confidence with these matters, and very poor flirting skills.

When she pulled back, she said, "Thank you! I've never been given flowers before. You're gonna get soooo lucky tonight!"

Alan's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Then she winked and added, "Of course I mean that in a completely platonic way."

"Of course. Ah. Flirting practice. Fun." But he'd thought she'd meant it and his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.

Calming himself a bit, he took her by the arm in a most gallant fashion and said, "Come, my lady. Let's go paint the town red." He opened the car door for her and generally behaved like a perfect gentleman.

As he started the car he thought to himself, Man, if it's gonna be like this all evening long, I don't know if my heart can take it. Christine just looks too smoking hot to resist! I never thought I'd say this, but hubba hubba! Dang!

Had Alan known what Christine was thinking, he would have been even more blown away. She'd been slowly coming around to the idea of getting romantic with him after all. In the past couple of weeks he'd become a new person in a lot of ways, a much more assertive, easy-going, and happy person (thanks to all his new sexual experience). That unaffected self-confidence made a big difference as far as the ladies were concerned.

She was hardly the only girl in school looking at him in a new light, especially with all the rumors going round in certain circles. So far, only Christine's "goody goody" network had put together enough pieces to speculate that he'd turned into some kind of Don Juan. Christine was very aware of all that speculation, including the rumors that he was hung like a horse. However, she also fretted that he was already involved with at least Amy in some unknown way.

But much to Alan's relief, the two of them had a nice meal at the restaurant with a bare minimum of flirting. They had a great many interests in common, especially because Christine liked the same "nerdy" and intellectual things Alan did. For instance, their favorite movies and TV shows were nearly identical. They laughed, gossiped and bonded. Alan couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a fun (not to mention delicious) meal.

The only problem Alan had was that Christine looked so gorgeous all the time. His erection was almost constantly hard, which became a problem as the meal lasted three hours. Every now and then he would get distracted and start to lose his erection, but then he'd look at her and find himself not only painfully aroused, but on the verge of falling in love with her all over again.

It was only at the end of the meal when they were waiting for the check when things got heavy. Christine put a hand on his over the table and said, "Alan, before we go, I have some things I need to get off my chest."

Alan's eyes reflexively dropped into her deep cleavage after hearing her say that and he gawked. However, he quickly realized what he'd done and looked back up.

To his great relief, Christine burst into laughter.

He laughed along and relaxed. He joked, "Well, I was just checking what it was you needed to get off your chest. I was hoping it was your top."

She replied playfully, "You wish!" then laughed some more. However, she turned serious after that and said, "I really want to apologize for the way I turned you down a while back."

"Oh, don't mention it. It's water under the bridge."

"No, it isn't. I feel awful."

Christine had practiced what she was going to say to him at this point over and over. Her plan was to say, "I want to apologize for not only the way I turned you down, but the fact that I turned you down." Then she would openly reveal that she did have a romantic interest in him after all. She had all kinds of paths of what he might say in response plotted out and answers for everything.

But that's not what she said. At the last second, she again chickened out and just left it at that. Both of them ended up apologizing profusely to each other. They made vows to strengthen their friendship and do more things together outside of school.

There were a number of reasons why she chickened out, such as inexperience, but the main one was the fear of rejection. In the couple of days since she'd heard the gossip that Amy was playing with Alan's "thingy" and that others probably were as well, she'd come to believe the rumors were almost certainly true.

Since then, there had been new rumors, including a really wild one that Alan was seen by someone having sex with a completely naked blonde in the teacher's parking lot during school. She dismissed that (actually accurate) rumor because she thought it too outrageous to be even considered, but she also believed that with so much smoke there had to be some fire. She was no dummy and correctly guessed that the abrupt increase in his self-confidence was directly connected to recent sexual successes.

So all that introduced a great deal of uncertainty. Ironically, when she took it for granted that he wanted to be romantic with her, she wasn't that interested. She only became really interested after Alan's self-confidence and reputation increased, and now she was too scared to find out how he felt about her when he wasn't pursuing her anymore.

Strangely enough, she also had fear of success in this case. If she'd revealed her feelings and he felt the same way, she was afraid that she'd be a failure at physical intimacy. She was the kind of person who had to be the best at whatever she did, and if she wasn't she didn't want anyone to see her doing it. The more she started to imagine him as some kind of talented Don Juan, the more she feared she somehow wouldn't measure up.

What she wanted most of all was for Alan to realize from her outfit and her flirting that she wanted him and then he'd take charge and be her guide in learning about sex. What she didn't realize though, was that because of the steady parade of naked women in his life now, her signals were far too tame for him to properly understand.

They split the bill (at Christine's insistence) and left the restaurant. The rest of their time together was pleasant but predictable. Alan kissed her goodnight on the cheek at her front door again and generally acted like a perfect gentleman.

When she got to her room she wanted to break down and cry. Instead, she went to the family rec room and practiced her martial arts to blow off steam. The most frustrating thing for her was that the date had gone so amazingly well that she found her feelings for him growing stronger and stronger. But the possibility that he was fooling around with Amy and maybe others hung over her like a heavy cloud because she was absolutely unwilling to share him.

CHAPTER 8

The dinner lasted over three hours, mostly because of good conversation. So it was getting late when Alan came home, but Susan and Katherine were still waiting up for him.

As soon as he came through the door, both of them wanted to know everything that had happened and were especially curious if anything physical happened. When he said that it remained entirely platonic, Susan appeared crestfallen.

But Katherine was ecstatic. She jumped around and threw her arms into the air. "Woo-hoo! Sweet!"

Alan just tolerantly waited her out.

When Katherine had calmed down some, Susan said, "Let me see if I get this straight. Christine was with you over three hours and she didn't so much as jack you off?"

"Yep."

"Hrm. I don't know what's gotten into Angel, but I already don't like this Christine very much. It's especially galling since you say she's got the bust and looks to be Alan-worthy. But that being the case, you must be horribly backed up with sperm."

"That is true. I don't know if she intended it or not, but she kept my penis rock hard for most of the evening. She wore a low-cut dress that left me positively drooling."

"Hrm. Not good. Well, Angel and I were discussing this while you were gone. I'm willing to help you with your problem, but as you know, Angel is being grounded. She's allowed to jack you off just once today and nothing else and she's already used that up. So, if you want me to, could I take care of you?"

"What, are you crazy? Of course I want you! I want you and Sis both equally of course, but maybe Sis could at least watch?"

Katherine had her arms folded and had gone from joy to irritation. "Grrr. I guess that's better than nothing."

Alan unzipped his fly and flopped out his erection. "Great! Hey Mom, I've got an idea. Before I take this outfit off, why don't I get some mental AND physical relief? I could pretend that you're Christine and we're doing our date over."

"Brilliant! Son, you're so creative. I love it! Wait right here though while I get dressed in something sexy. What color was her dress?" She rushed to the stairs as she talked.

"Blue. Kind of silky."

Katherine followed after her.

After a few minutes Alan began to wonder what was taking so long. He crept to the top of the stairs and was able to listen from there, since Susan had left her door open and she and Katherine were arguing boisterously.

Susan was complaining, "No, I can't go like that, Angel. It's completely improper! I'd be sending the wrong signal."

"And what signal is that?" Katherine goaded, "Maybe you're signaling that Mommy wants to suck on a spermsickle? Lick on a bally-pop? Would that be so bad, to let him know that you know your place is on your knees with a big dick in your mouth?"

"Really, Angel, you're so vulgar."

"Hey. I'm just calling a spade a spade. If you go down there topless, he'll get so hot and hard that your tonsils will be drowning in cum within five minutes."

Susan couldn't quite hide her eagerness for that. "You think? I don't know..."

Alan snuck back downstairs, confident that Katherine had the situation in hand.

Susan came back down the stairs a few minutes later. She was all dolled up, even wearing glossy lipstick, eye shadow, and a necklace.

He looked up at her and whistled, but he also chuckled. "Mom, isn't your outfit there missing something?"

She wore a fancy light blue satin dress but there was no fabric of any kind above her stomach, leaving her topless. He didn't have to pretend surprise, because he was rather taken aback at how scorchingly hot she looked.

She was bursting with eagerness. "I'm sorry, Son, it's just that I have such a hard time keeping my chest covered when I'm around you. The clothes just seem to fly off. Should I go put the rest on?"

"No, please. I can't really complain if- Oops! For pretend date purposes, I haven't seen you yet. I have something in the car I picked up on the way home, hoping this would happen. Hold on, I'll get it."

Alan put his dinner jacket back on. He went to the garage and picked up two bouquets of flowers that he'd bought at Safeway on the way home. He'd made a note of what a great reaction flowers got from Christine and wanted to see if he could repeat that success.

Instead of walking the usual way from the garage directly into the house he went back outside and rang the doorbell.

Susan answered it in her topless blue dress with only her arms over her chest.

Alan immediately pushed into the house so no one could get a free peek of his semi-naked mother. He noticed Katherine had come back downstairs and was sitting on a nearby couch, watching with a slight frown on her face. He held both bouquets behind his back.

"Hi Christine. Damn! You look fantastic." He joked, "That's an unusually revealing outfit compared to what you wear at school."

Susan knew he was holding something behind his back but didn't press to ask what it was. Instead, she suddenly realized that she'd never talked to Christine except in passing at a couple of school events. She said, "Time out."

She turned to Katherine. "Oh dear. Angel, I don't know Christine from a hole in the ground. How does she talk? What should I say? What's she like? All I know is that she does really well in school and her breasts are as big as mine."

Katherine stood up and wandered over. "There's not much more to know except that she's a pathetic lonely virgin and she's justly nicknamed the 'Ice Queen.' So harden your heart and act like a cold-hearted know-it-all bitch and you'll do fine."

Alan complained, "Hey Sis, that's totally mean and you know it. We'll talk about your Christine issues later but for now don't ruin my 'date' with your negativity. Okay?"

Katherine gave him a bit of a look, but then relented and nodded sullenly.

As Alan turned back to Susan, he noticed she was hopping about excitedly, holding her breasts to stop them from slapping up in her face. "I'm on a date with my son! Did you hear that, Angel? My big cum-filled boy wants to spend a romantic evening with me and seduce me!"

Alan chuckled. "That's right, Mom. But remember that you're Christine now, okay? You don't need to be exactly like her, just pretend to be an intelligent and, yes, a kind of demanding know-it-all teenaged girl. Remember how I asked her out and she turned me down. Got that?"

She nodded, but there was a new fire in her eyes. "She turned you down. How could I forget that? What is WITH this girl? She could have been slurping on your cock for weeks by now."

He ignored that and tried to get the role play going. "So as I was saying, 'Christine, you look fantastic!'"

"Why, thank you, kind sir! And look at you. Don't you look good enough to eat? Alan, I've never seen you in a suit before. It makes you so handsome."

"And I've never seen you in a dress like that before." Very mindful of her bare breasts, he joked, "You should wear that to school some time." But then he turned serious and turned on the charm. "I'm speechless before your beauty. I've been your number one admirer for so long. But what I can't express with words maybe I can say with this." He pulled one of the bouquets from behind his back. "For you."

Susan's eyes went wide and she squealed like a stuck pig. She started wildly jumping about in the exact same manner Katherine had a few minutes earlier. "Oh my God! My God! This is so exciting! My son is too wonderful for words!"

"Remember, you are Christine. Although I did buy the flowers for you, Mom. It's just a small way for me to show you how much I love you."

Without further ado, she threw herself at him and kissed him on the lips with unbridled passion. She shoved her tongue so far into his mouth that she seemed intent on trying to deep throat him with it.

Alan loved her attentions but had a hard time keeping the other bouquet hidden behind his back.

Suddenly, she pulled back and stared wildly into his eyes from inches away. "Good Lord, you are gonna get SO lucky tonight!" She dropped to her knees.

Alan laughed. "That's funny. Christine said the exact same thing when I gave her the flowers."

Katherine had retreated to the couch but suddenly stood up and stormed over to Alan. "She did? And you gave her flowers? You said it wasn't a romantic date!" She was angry.

Susan didn't have anything to say; she was busy unzipping Alan's fly and fishing his dick out of his pants. She looked at all the pre-cum that had built up from so much anticipation and she joked, "Pre-cum to momma!"

But Alan didn't have a chance to tell his mother that she was out of character for the role play or even laugh at her out of character word play because he had to deal with Katherine before she built up a full head of steam.

Luckily, he had the other bouquet of flowers and brought them out. "Uh, Christine, I noticed you have a younger sister who is in every way the equal to your beauty. Here Katherine, these are for you."

Katherine didn't jump about but was more hushed with awe and disbelief as she took the flowers from him. "Really? For me? You were thinking of me?"

Alan felt the need to temporarily break out of the role play which wasn't working too well in the first place. "Of course I was thinking of you. On any given day, hardly an hour goes by without me thinking of you somehow. I love you as much as any brother ever loved his sister. It's like you're a part of me instead of us being two separate people. You know what I mean?"

"Brother! I know exactly what you mean! Oh! Oh! ... Mom, did you hear that?"

Susan already was busy slurping on Alan's erection. But as she licked up and down and all around she managed to say, "I heard. It was so romantic!" She was so inspired by the touching moment that she took the entire penis head into her mouth and tried to suck his stiffness all the way down to its base. She repeatedly gagged since she didn't know how to deep throat, but she got as close to deep throating as she could.

Alan found himself in a tongue duel with his sister as she kissed him with the same kind of intensity Susan had been kissing him a short time before.

Meanwhile, Susan was so intently and enthusiastically using her lips and tongue that he already worried about blowing his load.

Finally, Katherine and Alan had to stop kissing just to breathe. Katherine switched to planting kisses all over his face. She said, "Mom, I'm so happy. I've never been as happy as this. Can I please suck him off? If I can't, I don't know what! But I'll be so bummed."

Susan was busy making her usual "mmmm" noises. But after some long moments she finally came up for air. While still licking and stroking with a hand (the other hand still held her bouquet), she said absent-mindedly, "That's nice, Angel. But can't you see Mommy's busy? Mmmm. Mommy has a big cum-filled cock she needs to tend to. Maybe later. ... Mmmm! MMMM! .... After all, you are being grounded."

"Grrr! So. Un. Fair. GRRR! I wish I was being grinded instead of grounded."

"Hey," Susan chided. "Don't even hint of intercourse. That's not allowed. We don't want" - she paused to fit all of Alan's penis head in her mouth and then let it go - "to" - she did it again - "be" - and again - "cock" - she spent a long time licking and sucking it before coming up for air - "teases." She giggled, and then went all out on his erection with her mouth and hands. Alan's balls were now also hanging out through his fly and she spent some time kissing and sucking them too. Her hands, tongue, and lips were never idle.

Katherine had time to think and now she switched back to sweetness and light as she resumed kissing Alan all over. "That's okay. I'll make do. The important thing is that you love me, Brother."

"I do."

A lot more necking and sucking followed. Both Susan and Katherine shed most of their clothing even as Alan only managed to get his dinner jacket off. Even his tie remained hanging loosely around his neck because his hands were too busy to spend much time on undressing.

Finally, there came a time between French kisses when Alan had a chance to say, "As much as I'm enjoying this, can we take a time out? My penis needs a break if I'm gonna last much longer. Not only that, but I was really looking forward to a fantasy version of my date."

They pulled off. Somehow, both of them managed to hold their bouquets the whole time and keep them intact.

CHAPTER 9

Alan was briefly left alone with his erection flagging a little while the other two scurried off to find vases to put the flowers in. He just stood there thinking unsexy thoughts in a desperate and largely futile effort to get his hard-on to go down.

Susan came back to Alan at the front entrance first, pretending to be Christine again. "Oh Alan! Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was just saying thank you so much for the flowers."

"Um, you're welcome." He was having hard time switching gears. He was busy trying to register that she was wearing nothing but a pink towel around her midsection.

She looked distraught. "I must apologize for my appearance. You see, after you knocked that water all over us, we went to change but it turns out all our clothes are already in the wash. Even the towels are wet. I could only find this one small towel."

"I spilled water over you?"

Susan whispered huskily, "I'm hoping you will spill some liquid all over the back of my throat. But for now, just roll with the punches."

Alan was amused that he was being told by Susan to roll with the punches when she was the one who was always getting off track. But he just smiled and said, "Right. Sure. The water. Since I'm rolling with the punches, I'm not even gonna ask why you're only using it to cover the area between your breasts and bush."

She dropped her head submissively and honestly answered his question even though he didn't ask. "It wasn't my idea. Angel, er, my sister made me do it."

"Wow. I should thank her. Christine, I've dreaming of seeing you naked like this for years."

While Katherine may have technically "forced" Susan to dress like that, the truth was she didn't need much coercion at all. Seeing what a great reaction she was getting, she turned around and wiggled her ass.

"Look. I'm afraid the towel doesn't cover much of my ass, either." She spread her legs a bit to give him a pussy shot through her legs.

Damn, I wanna fuck that hole! Mom is such a fuckin' tease. She'd better get her lips back on my dick and pronto! But all he said was, "Um, but that's kind of a problem, isn't it? How are we going to go eat at The Avalon?"

"Ah. Well, my sister and I were just discussing that. We were thinking we could eat here. We're both good cooks."

"Okay, that works. Speaking of your sister, how did she fare with the water spilling crisis?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Susan whistled towards the stairs. "Sister!"

Katherine was waiting for her cue and began walking down the stairs.

Alan looked her way and started laughing uproariously. He was so amused because the only thing she wore was a black skirt, but she had it way up around her stomach. It was so short and so high up that he could even see her belly button peeking out of the bottom.

Susan, also very mirthful about the outfit, said, "As you can see, she didn't have much left to wear either."

Katherine had been looking down into the living room from the top of the stairs. She put on a show of extreme distress about her nakedness that seemed just as heartfelt as the one Susan had put on.

Katherine said as she made a deliberately ineffective effort to cover her breasts with her hands, "Alan, I'm so embarrassed. You hardly know me but you must think I'm a common slut. Ever since you spilled your seed all over me-"

"Water," Alan corrected, grinning.

"Whatever. Anyways, with the way I'm shaved totally clean down below, you can see everything! You can see my moist pussy lips and even see my inside."

Alan was so aroused that he was ready to scream for someone to give him some oral or manual relief right away. But being a good sport, he tried to play along. "Well, at least I can't see anything on the inside."

"No," she conceded, "not at the moment, but all I'd have to do is this" - she spread her legs a bit and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers - "and then you could see EVERYTHING!"

Alan gulped. It was fun, but all so arousing that his erection actually hurt.

Susan chided, "Angel, er, Sister, what did I say about teasing Alan about vaginas?"

"But it's just a scientific fact, Christine! About the only way he would be guaranteed not to see the inside was if there was some kind of big log-like object filling it up and blocking the view." She giggled at her naughtiness. She pried her pussy lips open again. "Even worse, if a boy in this room decided to have his way with me and fucked me hard and long, when he was all done my pussy would probably be all red and abused and puffy. It would stay gaping open like this without any help from my fingers. Then everyone would be able to clearly watch all the semen pouring out. Gosh, that would be fun but embarrassing."

Susan was amused, not to mention aroused, but still felt it necessary to play the bad cop. "What did I just say about tormenting our date with our tight little pussies? Don't make me warn you again." She said to Alan, "Why don't you come in for a bit? Don't be a stranger."

Alan had been standing just inside the front door, but now he walked into the living room and sat down. He let Katherine and Susan go into the room before him just so he could admire their bare asses as they walked. Even though Christine didn't really have a younger sister to his knowledge and there was no chance in Hell she would start a date in the buff, he was having a great time just the same.

Apparently the talk about cooking dinner was just a pretense because Susan sat down on the floor in front of Alan (very nearly in blowjob position) and Katherine sat back on a nearby couch to watch some more. She would have loved to do more but for her grounding punishment.

Susan, getting more into the Christine role now, said, "Alan, I really have to apologize. I can't get over how much I regret turning down your offer for a date."

Alan was thinking back to his date, Deja vu. The real Christine nearly said the same thing.

But then Susan said, "I've come to realize that you're a man with great needs. Sexual needs. And despite my intellect, I also have some pretty big air bags." She giggled, but then grew serious and turned to Katherine. She asked her, "Should I do it?"

Katherine scrunched her face up in frustration. "Mom, I told you exactly what to say. What's the problem?"

"Well, just thinking about it, it IS a violation of the boundaries I set..."

Alan had no idea what they were talking about, but he listened closely.

Katherine argued, "You make the boundaries, so you can change them any time. You DO agree that good mommies need to keep their son's dicks well drained, don't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"And you do agree that good mommies belong on their knees with their mouths completely full of cock?"

"Well, I don't know. For one thing, do we have to use the vulgar 'C' word?"

"Oh, come on, Mom. Don't get cold feet now. If your mouth is there to get him off, then why aren't your tits there for the same purpose? Just do what you agreed to do."

Susan was wavering, but Katherine stared her down intently and she finally caved completely.

Susan turned back to Alan and said, "I have no idea how to make up for all the pain I caused you. I know you were deeply depressed for a whole week and I hear that greatly upset your mother and the rest of your family. But I was thinking that if I offer my tits for you to use to your satisfaction any time you like, that might begin to even the score. And the rest of my body is yours to use as well. Just remember that I'm a virgin. I'm completely at the mercy of your oversized cock, so I beg for you to go slow going all the way." Her words started off tentatively, but she grew more convinced of herself as she talked.

Alan was wildly aroused by her words, but thought, What a hypocrite. She was just chiding Sis for vagina teasing, like, a minute ago!

Susan continued, "And in case that isn't enough, my sister is offering all of herself as well. I didn't really think it was necessary, but she insisted." She looked over at Katherine and frowned.

Katherine smiled a bit sheepishly. But then her eyes lit up as she realized Susan was still wearing her towel. She frowned and nodded at the towel.

Susan let her useless towel "accidentally" fall to the ground. She loved it. Having her daughter "force" her to get naughty with her son was driving her to brink of a great orgasm.

Alan chuckled and thought, Well, Christine didn't exactly say any of THAT part, but then again this is a fantasy role play. I can't really complain- Oh! Damn!

CHAPTER 10

His thoughts were interrupted because Susan was pressing forward and wrapping her big breasts around Alan's erection.

Alan was so surprised that he stood up. "What? Whoa! Mom!"

Susan quickly knelt up and enveloped his erection again.

He stepped out of the role play and said, "Mom! You've never done that before. A titfuck?" His brain was slow in catching up to the fact that Susan and Katherine were talking about titfucking.

Alan's accidental incredulousness caused Susan to have new doubts about breaking her boundaries. She froze in place, uncertain about what to do. "I know. Technically speaking, the boundaries mean that you're not supposed to even touch my breasts. Maybe we should stop and just have a nice cocksucking?"

Katherine quickly came to the rescue. "Mom, what are you talking about? Tonight's a very special occasion. I know that. Alan touched both of us both with his gifts. Don't you think an extra special boy like that deserves extra special cums? Don't you think he should explode his hot cum all over your face?"

Susan's tits weren't moving, but the smell of cum so close to her face was too much for her and her tongue was snaking out to lick at the penis head. "Well, yes, of course, but...".

Katherine pressed on, "Not only that, Mom, but you ARE playing Christine in a role play. And even though she's a frigid bitch, she's still a slut for Alan's cock. So if you're trying to be Christine, you need to make a fuck tunnel out of your tits. NOW, Mom."

Susan was so far gone that she forgot Christine was hardly a confirmed "slut for Alan's cock" and in fact had turned Alan down for a date not that long ago. She started sliding her giant soft fun bags all over Alan's erection. "How does that feel? Remember that I'm Christine, not Mommy. You're not allowed to do this with Mommy."

"Wow. Thanks. Uh, Christine." He seized on the chance to get the role play back on track yet again, even though it was a losing battle. He was also happy to say anything she liked if it kept his dick lodged in her moving cleavage.

Susan had already lubed her chest up with some kind of oil when she was putting away the flowers. So Alan's erection slid around with magnificent ease between her two large pale orbs. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she tried lifting one tit up and then the other one in a repeating pattern. For a novice, she hit on a fantastic technique from the very beginning. It felt remarkably like vaginal intercourse.

As Alan hit a good stroking rhythm, Susan thought, Alan's cock and my tits - what a match made in heaven! I've been fantasizing about this for days and it's as good as I'd dreamed. Better, even! Angel is so right - why should I fight this? My tits are so sensitive all over that this may even feel better than real fucking. Hard to know for sure though, since I'd never been truly fucked by a REAL man like my son. But since I can never allow my sweet Tiger to fuck my pussy, I'm gonna have to settle for this. Alan, fuck my tit-cunt! You're gonna be doing it every day from now on, if I have any say in the matter! Heh-heh!

Alan was enjoying the titfuck experience so much, not to mention the sight of it, that he didn't speak for a while.

But after a couple of minutes, Susan said to him in a soothing tone, "Yes, this is Christine here. Alan, why don't you close your eyes? That way, I really do become Christine. Imagine that your date took a different turn and this is how it ended up. She's seen the light and surrendered to the power of your unstoppable cock. Just like your Mommy has. You're ending the date by filling her up everywhere with your sperm, starting with her tits. Think about that for a while."

Alan thought that was a great idea and did close his eyes. His mind thought up all kinds of wonderful fantasies. After a couple minutes, he began to feel that he really was titfucking Christine.

Susan also drifted into a blissful reverie. I love how Tiger looks so sharp and handsome dressed up in a tie and everything. It's like he's a powerful businessman come home from work to me, his wife! Hee-hee! And here I am performing my nightly wifely duties, giving him his welcome back home titfuck.

At least that's how I'd behave if I had a potent and virile man like Alan for my husband. Then we'd have dinner and lay around the fire, fucking and sucking the night away. As his wife, Alan would be able to fuck my pussy! All the time, too! God, that makes me SO HOT! Oh, yes... Oooh! Ah! ... He made me cream again. Thank you, hubby, hee-hee!

But after Susan recovered from her orgasm, she spoke again with an almost hypnotic soothing tone to her voice. "Christine here. I'm in love with you. I'm so sorry for turning you down. All I can think about is becoming your girlfriend. Well, at least one of them. I had my chance to be yours alone, but I lost it."

She looked over at Katherine to see if she was saying and doing the right things.

Katherine gave her a big thumbs up and motioned for her to continue.

Susan spoke to Alan's erection as she said, "Now one of my punishments will be that I have to share you with my sexy younger sister Katherine and so many other big busty girls. You may have sex with two or more of us at once and want me to have sex with other girls. I'll even do that because I love you so much and because I can't say no to this cock."

She paused her thrusting for a bit so she could lick his penis head and show just how much she loved it. Then the thrusting continued, but she kept trying to lick the head whenever it came into her tongue's reach.

Alan was happily drifting away into an orgasmic nirvana. He hoped that Susan really meant every word (except for calling Katherine a sister and not a daughter). But then he heard a smooching sound and he opened his eyes to find out what it was.

Katherine was sitting next to Susan on the floor and they were kissing each other on the other's face (but not on the lips - that would have been crossing the line into unacceptable behavior for Susan).

Susan saw out of the corner of her eye that Alan was watching, so she pulled away from the kiss and said, "You see? I want you so much that you even make me act like a lesbian, just to get you hot. I don't want to be a virgin any more."

She craned her neck back forward to keeping licking the tip of his dick each time it passed close. "Tonight, after you've creamed all over my face and chest a few times, I want you to make me a woman. Then I want you to make Katherine a woman. I want your cock to live in our cunts. We want to be your favorites. We want to be the cunts you think of first, ahead of all your other cunts."

Alan looked over to Katherine.

She was nodding in agreement with Susan's words. Seeing that Susan couldn't see her face but Alan could, she mouthed the words, "Number one fuck toy."

Alan hadn't been thrusting away for that long compared to his usual standards, but all of the naughty language, plus his first titfuck with his mother, was simply too much to take. He shouted, "Uh-oh! I'm losing it! Losing it!"

Susan said, "Angel, this one's for you."

Alan's dick continued to slide though Susan's cleavage, but Katherine bent down over her mother's chest and took the top of Alan's erection into her mouth.

"Ahhh...." He relaxed and let the semen fly. It felt great to just let go, like taking a long piss after holding the urge in for hours.

He fell back into the couch he was sitting on with a great big grin on his face. He surveyed the room as he recovered.

Katherine was happy as a clam, enjoying a mouthful of cum. She felt she'd made out pretty well considering that she was grounded and not supposed to touch Alan's penis. She also liked getting her mother to bend and follow her orders. Susan wouldn't agree to just anything, but she was remarkably pliant when Katherine "forced" her to play with Alan's erection.

Susan only got a few drops that landed on her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. She was still blissed out over his flowers gesture. She thought, Okay, I went a little overboard. Again. I broke the boundaries I set. Again. Tomorrow I'll probably rue my lack of self-control. Again.

But this shows that Alan really loves me, not just as a mother but as a woman! How could I resist? When was the last time I got flowers from my husband? Years ago. I feel so alive and appreciated and LOVED!

Alan thought, Dang! I really need to buy flowers more often! No joke. I've heard women like flowers, but this reaction was just out of control crazy great. Maybe it's just a reflection of how strong our love is. I have a feeling that if I went and picked a dandelion from the front yard, they'd still be over the moon.

Ah well. The Christine "non-romantic date" wasn't at all what I expected but it was still great, and the role play afterwards wasn't what I expected but also quite great. Mom just gets too excitable to stick to a role play role, unless maybe it was one that involves a lot of cocksucking. Not that I mind too much, heh-heh! Add the trip to the nude beach - especially what almost happened in the water with Suzanne - and add the real Christine date to that and it's been yet another fantastic day in paradise. One of my best days ever!

Alan was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Only after cumming did he realize just how late it was and remember that he had to go to school the next morning. He staggered off to bed after a few goodnight kisses and fell right to sleep. He never did get a chance to discuss Katherine's "issues" about his going out with Christine.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD, Lucky KM, NightShadow, Davy Jones, Gnome, WD40, IBT, Kairpra, and Spurtz.

It is not the intention of this archive to infringe on anyone's copyright. We accept the word of the contributors at face value -- but if an author or photographer finds an unauthorized work within this archive -- and wishes it removed, we will do so immediately. We will not respond to hearsay or assumptions, only to originators. Thank you. The Staff Six times a day forum is at Dark Side Of Passion. The new version of Six Times a Day at www.six-times-a-day.com with is hosted by offer fun now with picture Galleries is sponsored by Sex Toy Club toys sex toy check adult adult a b c adult a b c fun dates can be good and theto be named Sponsor