He hopped up out of bed instead of dragging himself out as he used to do. He deliberately didn't masturbate first thing like usual. He expected more help with his orgasms now. As a result, his tool was hard as iron by the time he showered and came down for breakfast.

Katherine was already down in the dining room eating her cereal and Susan was in the kitchen cooking.

However, as Alan walked through the living room to the dining room, he heard the two of them arguing. He stopped to listen just before entering the dining room area so neither of them would know he was there.

Susan was saying, "No! And that's final. I don't know how you got me to do all those naughty things last night, but that was then and this is now. I've had some time to think and clear my head. Things are spinning out of control and the boundaries are falling completely apart. We need a moratorium. At least for a few days, Tiger will have to make do with masturbation."

"But Mom!" Katherine complained. "That's so cruel. not to mention sinful. You know what the Bible says about Onan spilling his seed on the ground."

"I'm well aware. However, sacrifices have to be made. I just need some time to think without the sound and smell of cocksucking everywhere."

Katherine drove on, "And it especially doesn't say there's anything wrong with you stretching your lips around his cock, so wide that you can barely fit it all in, and twirling your tongue all over it until it gives up it's creamy seed."

"I know, but watch your language. I will not allow the 'C' word in this house."

Katherine blew on past Susan's half-hearted protest as if she didn't hear it. "You know why that is? Because God isn't cruel. He knows that certain boys just have to cum six times a day - or more - and having all that spill on the ground is just wrong."

"Angel, now you listen to me. It may be true that..." Her voice trailed off as she heard someone approaching.

Alan walked into view. "Hi Mom. Hi Sis. What's up?"

To Alan's surprise, Susan wore a sexy nightgown. She'd always limited what she did sexually when Katherine was nearby and vice versa, but after the events of the weekend that restriction appeared to be pretty much thrown right out the window. However, the nightgown was still a surprise given the verbal protests she was making.

Further, it was not just any sexy nightgown, it was practically see-through. It was as if she was naked, but somehow even more alluring. She'd told herself that since she couldn't physically aid Alan with his orgasms, she would have to try to make up for it by providing him better visual stimulation.

She greeted Alan with a happy "Good morning" and a kiss on the cheek. But that was all. She went back to kitchen work, as usual.

Alan sat at the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room so he could enjoy the display of his mother's body through the semi-transparent material. He considered how to get her to change her mind before she brought up her latest change of heart.

He came up with an idea and said, "Mom, you know what? You're always serving Sis and I; this morning I'd like to serve you. Why don't you just sit down and I'll get you a big glass of orange juice. Katherine can look after the kitchen for a little while."

"Why, thank you. What a thoughtful gesture."

Katherine looked at Alan quizzically but did as he suggested. She assumed, correctly, that there was a method to his madness.

Alan got the glass of orange juice and brought it to Susan where she sat at the dining room table.

"Thanks!" she said as she took a sip. "What a good son."

Height was essential to Alan's plan. He made sure to stand right next to where Susan was sitting. That put his erection just inches from her face. He was wearing a loose jumpsuit to help hide his erection but now it came in handy to expose it. He kept both hands in his pockets and surreptitiously pulled the fabric away from his crotch, causing the entire outline of his erection to stand out against the suddenly tight fabric.

Susan was too shocked by what she was seeing to think; she just mumbled, "Oh my."

Alan stepped forward, bringing the outline of his erection to within two inches of her nose. "By the way, Mom, I wanted to thank you for last night. You're such a cool Mom. The way you sucked me off and then let me titfuck you, well, it just made me realize all over again how much I love you."

She said, "Yeah, Mom. I totally agree. That was rad. I mean, it's sad how few mothers realize the importance of sucking off their sons every day. But you've seen the light. You've realized that a good mommy knows that her place is on her knees, servicing her son's unstoppable and irresistible big cock."

Katherine had noticed recently that Susan really got off on talk about her getting on her knees, so she made sure to use that description.

The idea was just an excuse since both of them hardly had any tan to begin with, much less tan lines. But Suzanne figured that could create a lot of opportunities with Susan as the week went on, especially since they now freely told each other the most intimate details of what they did with Alan.

Susan could hardly wait to get naked and find some kind of pole or chair edge she could rub her pussy on while she told Suzanne all about her morning, plus what happened the night before.

CHAPTER 3

Alan breezed through his classes, content and able to concentrate. For the first couple of hours in school, he couldn't get an erection even if he wanted to. Having two blowjobs just before class is just the thing to keep me sexually satisfied until fourth period, he thought. I need that every day.

After fourth period, his teacher Glory also attacked his shorts with a thirst. She'd given him the most skilled handjobs and blowjobs of anyone all the past week. But it seemed that a weekend without his penis had greatly whetted her hunger.

Glory had promised Alan a special reward if he did well in the tennis tournament from the previous week. Alan had ended up in the middle rankings, but that was good enough for Glory. She said, "Alan, I know just how much you like my deep throating. I'm not so crazy about giving it, but you seem to like that the best of all the things we can do. So, as a reward, this week and this week only I'll do it as much as you like, whenever you like it. Starting right now."

As they often did, they got wild right on Glory's desk, even though it was still filled with the papers and books from the class Alan just finished. Glory lay on her desk and sucked Alan's penis from an upside down position. It quickly turned into a joyous deep throat for Alan.

Glory stopped for a bit. Alan thought it was to recover and then resume until she brought him off. But she sat up, straightened out her skirt, and sat back in her chair behind her desk. She looked officious and fiddled with some papers that had managed to remain on the desk. She stared at a piece of paper in front of her and said to him in a dismissive tone, "Thank you, come again."

Alan was confused. His penis still hung out of the fly in his shorts as he expectantly waited for the rest of the deep throating. "Glory, what do you mean?"

"Thank you, come again," she repeated and rudely waved him off.

"But, Glory, you were just giving me a..."

She cut him off, and smiled. "Young man, sometimes you have to know when you're being teased. I'm just yanking your chain." She giggled as she said in an aside, "Though there are some other things of yours I like to yank more. Of course I'll finish that off. But it's no fun having you cum so soon in the lunch break. So I thought we could do some role-playing for a while. As we've discovered recently, that's one thing we both love."

"Oh. Well. That's better. But damn, you have my penis crying out for mercy, cutting me off like that! Let's do something quick so I can get this little guy happy. What kind of role play do you want to do?"

"I don't know. It doesn't always have to just be me as the teacher and you as the student. Use your imagination. It's your reward day, so I'll play any role you like. I'll even be extra submissive, since I know that secretly delights you, despite your protests to the contrary. Just remember my restriction not to go all the way."

"Huh. Okay. Let's see. We don't really have any props or costumes except for teaching stuff. Well, you're still all dressed up, and you're dressed all fancy, like a bank teller. Why don't we have you be a banker?"

"Sure. Sounds fun. A bit unconventional, though. I'd like to see how you can turn this into something erotic. You're in complete charge here, so just tell me what to do and I'll try to play along."

"All right." He looked down at his open shorts. "I guess I should zip up my fly." He pushed his unsatisfied penis back into his shorts and then walked to the door. Then he turned around and walked back. Glory still sat behind her desk. He pretended to knock on an imaginary door.

"Come in."

Alan walked closer to the desk. Glory again pretended to read some papers. He said deferentially, "Ah, excuse me, miss."

She stood up and shook his hand. "My name is Ms. Rhymer. How may I help you?"

"Uh, hi. My name is Alan Plummer. They say this is where I should come to apply for a $100,000 loan."

She arched a curious, delicate eyebrow at him, but nodded her understanding. Then she indicated an imaginary chair at the end of her desk. "Yes, that's right. Please, have a seat. That's a lot of money."

Alan pulled one of the students' desk chairs over so that it was right in front of Glory's and then sat in it. "I realize that. But I assure you that I'm very deserving."

"We'll see. Now do you have any proper-"

He interrupted her. "Excuse me. Sorry, but before I go any further, I'd like to know what the interest rate on that loan will be, because I've gotten a very good offer from another bank and I've almost decided to go with them. I just want to do some price comparisons first."

Glory managed to look surprised at this and said, "I assure you that we have the best rates in town. We charge only five percent yearly interest. Not to mention, our service is second-to-none."

"Five percent? Screw that!," Alan scowled. He had no idea if that was a good rate or not, but for the purposes of his drama he wanted it to be bad. "Sorry, but the other bank had a much better offer. Sorry to waste your time. I guess I'll be going." He stood up to leave.

Glory jumped to her feet, too, and held out a hand in supplication. "Wait! Hold on, Mr. Plummer. Don't go."

Alan still pretended like he was on the verge of leaving. "Do you have a better offer, Ms. Rhymer?"

"Uh, no, not per se," she conceded. Alan again made to leave and walked closer to the imaginary door. She stood half way out of her chair and exclaimed, "Wait!"

He turned back to the desk. "Look. If you can't better that offer, why should I stay?"

"We'll at least match any offer another bank makes, and as I said, we have the best service in town."

"The other banker I was dealing with was friendly. She was VERY friendly. If you want me to even stay here and talk to you, you'd better take your shirt off right now."

Glory pretended great shock, but now she finally saw where he was headed with this. "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly, Mr. Plummer?"

"You did," Alan said archly. He regarded her with a severe look of expectation.

"That's outrageous! I could call security."

"You could, but there would be no need, because I'm leaving now anyway."

"Wait! Wait."

He turned back around and glared at her with folded arms.

"Look. I really need this account, to make my quota. ... All right, I'll do it." To her surprise, she found herself so caught up in the role that she actually blushed with genuine embarrassment.

He stood and stared as she feigned tremendous reluctance and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her shamed face and profuse blushing not only made her role that much more convincing, but also got Alan hard as a steel bar.

Alan sat down as she finished unbuttoning and then opened her blouse wide. He said, "As I said, the other bank had a very friendly and attractive employee, and she was very, very accommodating to my needs. Take off that bra, by the way." He openly leered at her chest as it heaved with excitement.

Glory muttered under her breath as she stripped off her bra, "Linda. Damn her."

"Oh? You know her? So you must know just how friendly she can be. Nice rack you have there, by the way. She's a regular office slut. I must say, not only does that bank offer great rates, but the fact that she was jacking me off while she told me about them made them sound that much more appealing."

"Damn that whore!" Glory complained. "She always does this. Steals all the customers. Well, look. I said we offer the best service in town here, and I mean it."

"Okay. Fine." Alan stood up and walked around her desk. He brought his desk chair with him and sat on top of it. "Show me what you can do."

She still acted hesitant. "Wait a second. How do I even know you're a worthy customer?"

Alan suddenly thought of something that greatly amused him - a cultural reference that was almost too perfect for the situation. He asked, "Do you know the Bob Dylan album, Bringing It All Back Home?"

"Yeah. What's that have to do with this?"

"Recall the line: 'They asked me for some collateral..."

Glory finished the lyric. "'And I pulled down my pants.' Very amusing, Mr. Plummer."

Alan thought so and laughed out loud. Glory couldn't help but laugh some, too.

But then she reverted back to her role. "All right, sir, that's all well and good, but I'm afraid that here at First Prudential Bank a five-inch penis is not sufficient."

"Who said anything about five inches? Take a look at this." He unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He commanded, "Touch it."

She hesitantly reached out and barely touched the tip of his thick, eight-inch tool. She acted amazed and a little frightened.

He griped, "What are you waiting for? Grab it. Jack me off. Or I'll go back to the other bank and have Linda do it. Again."

She grasped it more firmly and then started to stroke it. Within seconds she had a good rhythm going. "I have to admit, Mr. Plummer, this is a more sizable asset than I expected. We just might be able to do business together after all."

Alan was beside himself with delight to have her hands back on him after the interruption of the deep throat. "Oh, we'll be doing business, all right. Take off your skirt and undies and let me see your pussy. But don't stop stroking for even one second. From now on, if I choose your bank, or even if I don't, I expect you to jack me off at all times from the instant you see me."

"Yes, sir. Remember, Mr. Plummer, we do promise the best service around. So I suppose it's only right that I service you." She stood up and pulled off the rest of her clothes, but she couldn't take her open blouse the rest of the way off since she had to keep one hand on his penis.

But when she wanted to sit back down, she found that Alan now occupied her seat. "Sit back down," he barked. "Sit on my lap."

"Yes, Mr. Plummer." She sat down towards his knees so she could continue to pump his tool.

Alan said in a different tone of voice, "Time-out from the fantasy, Glory. At this point, I'd imagine he'd go on to demand that she sit back and submit to a good fucking. In the story my character is very demanding."

"I noticed that. I'm all for realistic acting, Alan, but I'm not going to go that far just for the story! No way, no how."

"Dang."

"You're dangerous, young man. Very dangerous. You're tempting me. Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. Since it is your reward day, I'll let you dry-hump me. We'll pretend we're fucking, but keep that thing out of my hole. And I'll only allow it just this once, because even with good intentions accidents can happen. Is that completely clear?"

"Completely. Okay." He unfortunately knew that when Glory said "just this once," she was much more likely to stick to it than his mother would. He resolved to be good and enjoy the dry-hump to its fullest.

He resumed his character's role. He reached out and groped at her tits. "Ms. Rhymer, you talk about service. But is your bank willing to go all the way for the customer?"

"Oh yes. We will back you up to the hilt."

"That's good to hear, because you're going to get filled up to the hilt." He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She cried out as his penis slid right underneath her pussy lips and kept on going. The warmth of her body around his penis both aroused and frustrated him. As his penis slipped into the cleavage of her ass cheeks, it barely grazed her pussy lips. He could feel her wetness coat the top of his shaft.

She shouted, "Mr. Plummer! You're fucking me!"

"No, you fuck me. I want you to do all the work while I just sit back and enjoy your squeezing vaginal muscles. And, as we know, the customer is always right."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir!" Glory grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the chair with the other and slid her pussy back and forth over his penis. His penis and balls were forced down onto the wooden surface of the chair by the weight of her body. Glory was already wet as a water slide. She slid her body back and forth over the entire length of his penis and repeatedly dragged her pussy lips from the tip of his penis down to the base, where she reached his pubic hair.

It would have been easy as pie for Alan to reach down with a hand or slightly bend his hips and push his penis into her vagina. But he just wasn't the kind of person to do that, since he'd made an implicit promise not to. He actually wasn't that frustrated, since the frustration of not being able to fuck was now an assumed, ever-present constant in his life.

As he humped, he tried to maintain a conversation. "So, Ms. Rhymer, do you fuck all your customers?"

"No, just the younger, more handsome and aggressive ones."

"So, does that make you the office slut around here?"

"No, we're all sluts here. That's how they pick us. You should see the job interview. A virile man like you, you can take your pick of any employee. Even the owner of this bank, Suzanne Pestridge. She's very sexy and quite an excellent fuck, I hear. She's slept her way up the ladder from being a simple teller slut. We're all promoted mostly based on our fucking skills. I think you really need to fuck her to see just how great this bank is."

Glory cleverly knew the mention of fucking Suzanne would excite him even further. She assumed Suzanne was the one who "helped" him at home. She knowingly winked when she mentioned Suzanne's name.

"Excellent suggestion," he replied as calmly as he could, though his voice had become very ragged. "Next time I come in here, I want a naked meeting with you and Suzanne; both of you lubed up and ready to go. I'm gonna fuck her just like I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you both at once!"

"Yes, sir!"

While the fantasy excited him, the dry-hump excited him far more intensely. In fact, it was so exciting that he ejaculated well before he normally would have. Glory had only slid back and forth over him a handful of times when he shot his first slug of sperm between her ass cheeks. By the time he said "I'm losing it!" he already started to shoot off.

"Oh shit!" Glory shrieked as she realized delicious cum was being needlessly wasted. With lightning speed she flew back and dropped to the floor so she could drink up as much cum as she could get. Her athletic skills came in handy because she made a difficult transition and got her mouth over the penis in time to get almost all of his ropes.

Alan mentally kicked himself for prematurely ejaculating, but Glory took it in good stride. She came up from his lap and said, "Looks like you're a very eager customer, Mr. Plummer."

"I was a little too eager. Get back down there and clean me off."

"Yes, sir." As she resumed the cocksucking position she asked, "So will you be using our services here at First Prudential?"

"Oh yes, I will be using your services. Frequently. I'll be making many deposits here, if you catch my drift."

She pretended to sigh. "I do. I suppose now that you know I'm a slut for big cocks, you're going to use me at will."

"Yes. That's right. But the question is, will I choose your bank for the loan?"

"We're happy to have your deposits any time, Mr. Plummer. They're so creamy and tasty, and you're such a good fucker. But don't tell me you're going to go with Linda's bank for the loan! I can't stand that bitch." Glory was confusing borrowing and depositing money, but it didn't really matter for purposes of the fantasy.

"I'm not sure, to be completely honest. I've already banged women at three banks, but there's still a cute red head at First Mutual down the road I want to try out. Not to mention the buxom blonde over at Wells Fargo. I'm saving her for last."

"That would be Debbie," Glory growled. "She fucks all the customers. Damn." She squeezed his balls excitedly and swallowed half his penis in her efforts to clean him, but he couldn't get back up so quickly. She belatedly added, "Whatever bank you pick, Mr. Plummer, we appreciate your patronage. And remember our open door - and open legs - policy." She looked up from her place in his crotch and winked.

While Glory continued to lick Alan clean, he stepped out of his role and concluded, "That was really fun, Glory. A great reward. But I'm bummed out. I didn't get a chance to get the rest of the deep throat, and now there's not enough time for another go-round. And it's not like you let me dry-hump you every day. I blew far too soon."

Glory sat up. She looked at the clock. "Don't worry about it. It was fun. There will be other days where we do things like this, I'm sure. Maybe tomorrow will be one of those days. Maybe not." She winked playfully. "But we should start cleaning up here. We scattered papers all over the floor from earlier. It's a complete mess." She took out the air spray and sprayed the air. They did this every day in an effort to get rid of their sexual smells before the next class began. She didn't bother to dress just yet. She liked to delay putting her clothes back on as long as possible and knew that pleased Alan. He did the same for her.

He thought to himself, I wish I could be half as aggressive in real life as I act in these little dramas. Here Glory all but offers up her pussy to me, and I don't have one hundredth the balls of the bank customer I played. I'm just too fucking respectful of people's wishes. Grrr.

Out loud, he said, "I love these role plays, Glory. We've been doing one just about every day this past week, but I'm not getting tired of them at all."

"Me neither. I say we keep doing them. Did you just come up with that banker idea off the cuff, or was that something you thought out beforehand?"

"Off the cuff. Because of your clothes, I guess."

"That was so creative. Channel these creative energies into your class writing some more, young man! ... Wouldn't that be strange if banks were really like that? All the tellers complete sluts? I was surprised at the way you ran with that premise, because, you know, in real life if you ask for a big loan it's not like they bend over backwards for you. If you're reputable and put in a lot of money, maybe, but not for a loan."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll have to open an account with a lot of money, then. Because I've eyed some cute females in some banks around here, and I'd like to see one or two of them 'bend over backwards' for me, as you put it."

Glory laughed. "You're too much! Talk about sex on the brain! The trouble is, knowing how you're exuding sexuality lately, they just might." The two of them bent down and started to collect all the books and papers that they'd scattered on the floor.

CHAPTER 4

Katherine's cheerleader practice that Monday held quite a few surprises. After two weeks of utter normalcy in cheerleading, Katherine half-figured that the rest of the semester would be like that. But when she arrived at practice, the first surprise was that they would switch practice locations. Instead of practicing outdoors, their head cheerleader Heather announced they would practice inside instead. They went into an abandoned room in a remote part of the school that had once been a theater. It still had a stage, but all the seats were ripped out. The drama club had died out and no one put on plays in the school any more. There was plenty of room for the cheerleaders to move about, but the room was dark and gloomy compared to being outside.

When they all relocated, Heather got up on stage and gave them a speech. "I'm sure you're all wondering about the move," Heather said in a loud and decisive voice. "I requested it, for the time being, and I think you'll soon understand why. I have some news to report that deeply hurts me, and troubles me. I've been keeping my ears close to the ground these last two weeks and my worst fear has been confirmed. One of you has been talking and told someone else about the panty punishment I gave Kim and Katherine." There was a gasp from the other five cheerleaders who stood below the stage. They looked from one to another to see who it might be.

"I happen to know the name of this person," Heather announced. There were more murmurs in response. "However, I am not ready to say who it is. If this person is going to win back my trust and our trust, it's important that she confess to us all what she did, take the punishment, and never do it again. Luckily, news hasn't traveled far. But to tell even one person is too many! I know who your friends are and who you might talk to. If you tell your pet dog even, I have ways of finding out! I'm serious. So someone here needs to confess."

Whenever Heather's eyes moved from one person to the next, all the other cheerleaders followed with their eyes and suspected that person was the one, only to have Heather look at someone else. Heather made sure that she looked at the other cheerleaders an equal amount of time. Tension was thick in the air.

Heather went on, "You all know the punishment. The person who confesses has to go without panties for the week, including during the football game itself. If no one confesses, then everyone has to partake in the punishment. So either way you're going to have the same punishment. But by confessing you'll save your fellow cheerleaders from being embarrassed and hating you for betraying our squad. Now you can see why we're in this room for the week. I thought I would be nice and at least give you some privacy in experiencing your punishment for the week before the game."

In actual fact, Heather made up the whole story. She didn't know if anyone had said anything, although it was true that she'd snooped around intensely in the past week. She'd had a lot of fun with Kim and Katherine and wanted "the punishment" to happen to someone else, to put more spice back into the cheerleading practices.

Heather considered this a win-win situation, no matter who got "punished." If someone confessed, then great. If it was Joy or Janice, then so much the better, because Heather thought it would be a fun challenge to play around with their reluctant minds and bodies. Amy, Heather knew, would simply accept the punishment with little more than an "M'kay!" and that would pose no challenge whatsoever, even though it would still be quite fun to see the innocent sexpot prance around with black paint on her naked butt. But best of all was if no one confessed. Then everyone would have to go bare-assed together and things would likely get way more sexual very fast.

The cheerleaders continued to look at each other as if they played the kids' game Murder. They were all extremely nervous. "Does anyone have any questions?" Heather asked. No one asked anything. "Does anyone have any problem with the punishment system?" No one spoke. "If you agree with this punishment, then raise your hand." To not raise one's hand might be seen as a sign of guilt. Everyone raised their hands, though reluctantly.

"To the guilty one," Heather said dramatically and she looked above and past all the cheerleaders, "I will give you until the end of the class period today to come to your senses and confess. I already know who you are, so you will be punished. It's just a matter of how you want to do it, and how great your punishment will be. The longer you wait, the harder I'm going to make it on you."

Heather looked down and walked off the stage. She was prepared to start the practice when she realized that one of the cheerleaders had just stepped forward, with head held down and eyes filled with tears of shame and dread. It was Joy, the one cheerleader who had expressed the most reservations about the punishment.

"I-I-I did it," she muttered and began to cry.

Heather was taken aback. After a week of snooping she was almost certain that no one had talked. But the head cheerleader kept her cool and tried to act as if this was what she expected all along. She immediately rushed to Joy's side and began to comfort her. "There, there," she said and gave Joy a shoulder to cry on.

"Joy made a mistake," Heather said to the others. "But it's okay because she's confessed. Let's not be angry with her. Joy, tell them who you told."

"My younger sister. I didn't think she would tell anyone else, I swear!" Joy was so overcome with guilt that she began to shudder from nervousness and fear. She genuinely liked the other girls in the cheerleading squad and didn't want them to feel upset with her or betrayed. She valued their trust.

"Don't worry, she didn't," Heather answered as she thought quickly about how to run with this unexpected "gift" that Joy had just laid at her feet. "I just knew you told her by the way she looked at me not long after you told her. Your secret is still safe." Heather surprised even herself at how logical it all sounded. Joy's sister Jenny was a year younger and also in the same high school. Heather did see her around from time to time, so the story was rock solid. She could have seen Jenny and figured it out that way, even though she didn't, and there was no way the sister could confirm or deny. She was secretly quite pleased at how this all went.

The other cheerleaders took their cue from Heather and for the next few minutes they gathered round Joy and did their best to make her feel better with a group hug. Heather made it clear that Joy would have to go through with the punishment, so all of them did their best to encourage her and get her to buck up.

Finally, Heather said, "Okay, enough of this. We still have to practice, you know. Kath, can you go get our painter and bring him here? We need to start Joy's punishment right away. Today. And have him bring a razor, too. She needs to be shaved first."

Katherine was incredulous, not to mention irked to be called "Kath." Heather had just pretty much given away to the other cheerleaders the identity of who had painted her and Kim. "What makes you think you can just summon him like that? He's got class to attend. And what makes you think he's got paint and a razor to do your every whim at a moment's notice?" Her eyes flashed with anger, which was something to see, because Katherine very rarely got angry. I knew that Heather could pull some pretty risqué and underhanded stunts, but this takes the cake! she thought to herself as she crossed her arms expectantly and glared at the head cheerleader.

Heather replied haughtily, "I don't know any of that for sure, but I know he's a very clever guy and he can manage. He can get out of class if need be and he can get the supplies again, if he got them once. And what else are we going to do? I don't know the first thing about how to do it myself. Anyway, it's just for a short time on one day. What's it take? Ten, fifteen minutes?"

As she realized that she was beaten, Katherine went to go find Alan at the tennis court. Heather started to lead warm-up exercises as Katherine walked out.

Sure enough, Heather was right. Alan was able to manage. He pretended that another teacher had sent his sister to summon him for something important, and since Alan had such a good reputation the tennis coach bought the excuse without question, even though he'd pulled a similar stunt recently. Alan still had the paint supplies in a bag in his locker. He had all his other "just in case" supplies there too, which included a razor.

CHAPTER 5

Katherine led her brother back to the theater. Alan had never been in the room before, since it was always locked. They had to knock to get in, as Heather was very careful to make sure it always stayed locked. He was surprised there was such a big, unused room in the overcrowded school. Apparently it couldn't be used as a classroom because the floor sloped so the back seats could be higher than the front seats, when there had been seats. An uneven floor was hardly ideal for cheerleading practice, but Heather figured secrecy was more important and there was the stage, after all.

Practice stopped when Alan entered the room. The mood changed because everyone was curious about what he'd do. He was briefly introduced to the other cheerleaders, but in fact he knew them all by name already except for Janice and Joy. In fact, he was sexually involved with them all EXCEPT Janice and Joy.

Heather pointed out that Joy was the one he had to paint, so he briefly checked her out. Joy was rather short, but not as short as Kim. She looked like the stereotypical brown-eyed, brown-haired, fair-skinned California cheerleader. Overall she had a nice body, but nothing really stood out. Her boobs were, if anything, average or less than average. But she had very big blue eyes and a really winning smile. She briefly flashed him her smile and acted as if everything was normal, but quickly went back to her worried and nervous mood.

Alan decided the best way to handle this extremely odd situation was to be quick and business-like. "I can only skip class for a few minutes, so let's get this done as fast as possible. Joy, please take off your underwear, turn around and tie this string around your waist to hold up your skirt. We need to keep that completely out of the way."

Joy reluctantly did what she was told, even though she trembled in fear. Her eyes were shut closed fiercely tight.

"There's nothing to worry about," Alan said as he tried to calm her and gathered his supplies. "Just imagine you're a marble statue and I'm a painter painting the marble. Even though I'm a guy, I'm going to be completely professional. I painted my sister in a completely nonsexual way, so I can do that to you, too." His words had a definite calming effect. "This is already old hat for me. And you can be sure I won't snitch to anyone about anything."

That last comment seemed to strike a nerve and caused Joy to sob a bit. Heather pointed out, "Joy is getting punished because she told someone about what happened to Kim and Katherine. But luckily that person didn't tell anyone else."

"Oh," said Alan as he realized what he'd said to set her off so abruptly. "Sorry. I'm going to start painting your rear-end now. Are you okay with that, Joy?"

"I guess so. Please hurry and get it done."

"I'm hurrying. The first thing I'm going to do is draw the outlines with this small brush and then I'll fill in the rest with a big brush." He began to paint quickly. The rest of the cheerleaders gathered round and watched with great interest. Only Kim and Katherine had seen any painting before, and both of them had been too busy with each other or with Alan to really notice what he did, so even they were interested, too.

Alan finished the back side in record time and, after a few minutes, had Joy turn around. She put her hand over her bush and squealed, "Please don't look at that!"

"Sorry, Joy, but I have to," he said reasonably with a sympathetic look on his face. "How can I paint without looking?" He gently placed his hand on hers and moved it away.

"I'm just so embarrassed!" Her friend Janice took one of her hands and Kim on her other side took the other. Together they gently stroked her hands and comforted her.

Alan put the paint aside momentarily. "Okay, Joy, before I go on, I'm told you need to get shaved. I've never shaved, um, one of these before," he lied in an effort to make her feel more comfortable. He hoped that if someone else could do it she might relax, so he asked, "Does anyone else want to do this part?"

There were no takers. A few of the bolder women like Katherine and Heather who would have helped, wanted to see Alan shave so he could push things further along with Joy.

So Alan began to shave Joy's quivering mound. Already her aroma began to waft up to his nose and Alan fought valiantly with himself to ignore it. "I guess it's not that different from shaving my face. Could someone talk to Joy while I'm doing this to help her relax?"

Kim and Katherine talked and referred to their own experience of being shaved and being a cheerleader without underwear. But they stressed only positives and, needless to say, omitted all sexual interactions between Alan and each other. Joy gave brief replies and asked a few nervous questions.

It took a while to shave Joy. Alan went to great lengths to avoid touching her private parts, but some contact couldn't be helped. He touched her clitoris a couple of times, and had to wipe off the last of the shaving cream from her skin with his hand. But he generally maintained as professional and dispassionate an attitude as anyone could have expected in such circumstances. It helped that Joy was too nervous and shy to get sexually excited in the least, so her pussy wasn't wet and her pussy lips weren't engorged.

"We're all done with the shaving," he announced. "Does anyone have a mirror, or even two?" It was no problem to find a couple of mirrors, since the class was filled with cheerleaders who obsessed over their looks. "See how you look," Alan said as he handed a mirror to Joy.

She held the small mirror away from herself and finally angled it correctly to see her own bare pussy. "OH ... MY ... GOD! I'm soooo embarrassed!" She closed her eyes again and put her hands over her face, as if that would make the bare pussy go away.

Alan then got to work on painting her butt. After a few more minutes of cajoling she was convinced to look in the mirror again. This time they also positioned the second mirror behind Joy so she could look at the painted butt. That caused even more squeals of mortification. The other cheerleaders watched all of this with rapt attention. Already a good fifteen minutes had transpired.

Alan was finally able to move on to the paint job in the front. He painted it all quickly, including most of the shaved pussy. But after all this painting of private parts, Alan found his nobility slipping a bit. He decided to push things just a little, both out of selfish desire and because he simply had to in order to get the job done right. So before he was done with her backside, he said, "Uh-oh, we have a problem."

"What is it?" Heather asked.

"When I painted Katherine and Kim, they were both ... sexually excited at the idea of not wearing underwear in front of a big crowd. That would excite anybody, I thought." It was true they were excited, but much more by the fact that Alan painted and touched them, but of course Alan didn't mention that part. "But Joy is so frightened, I guess, that she's not excited at all. So her, uh, nether lips are not aroused. That means I can't paint very much of them. Which means that if the game comes and she gets excited, then a lot of pinkness will be exposed and it could be highly embarrassing."

"Hmm, I see," Heather said. "Can you do something about that, Joy, and open up your pussy lips? Maybe hold them open?"

"What, right now?!" she asked in total amazement. "No way!"

"Well, do you want him to paint that part, or would you rather be pink for the game?"

"I-I-I-I guess, paint that part. But I just can't do it right now! I'm so embarrassed, I'm ready to die!"

"Okay, okay, relax," said Heather calmly. Turning to Alan, she asked, "Alan, Katherine probably told you this would be a one-day thing, but could you come back tomorrow to finish that part up?"

"No way!" Alan protested. He was hoping by pressing the pussy lips issue he'd maybe get to see someone stimulate Joy, not be forced to come back. "I'm pushing my luck by getting out of class now. Do you realize the risk I'm taking? And for what? Just to be nice as a favor. What if someone came in right now? Don't even make me think about it!"

Heather said assuredly, "No one is going to come in. You saw that the door is locked. I changed the lock, so not even janitors come in here. Anyway, what about lunch time?"

"Well... I guess. I'm busy at the start of lunch tomorrow, though." Alan tried to figure, How can I possibly juggle this with my sexual lessons with Glory tomorrow? Ah well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

He concluded, "Maybe ten or fifteen minutes into lunch I can come by for a few minutes, I guess. But, please, let's not make a habit of this!"

CHAPTER 6

Back at home, Alan felt like a dam of sexual energy had burst in his happy abode, thanks to Susan's increasingly enthusiastic attitude. The only question was how eager the females there would be to please him. The answer: very eager. Extremely eager.

Susan had spent much of the day with Suzanne and verbally relived their sexual encounters with Alan over the weekend. When they ran out of real-world events, they discussed some of their sexual fantasies and dreams which involved Alan. It was a near thing that they didn't resort to masturbation in front of each other, especially when they talked while they sunbathed in the nude. There was a lot of talk about just how "squishy" they were, though. That became the operative word, "squish." For instance, if Suzanne asked Susan for feedback from a story, Susan might reply, "Oh, so arousing! That was a three-squisher. Squish! Squish! Squish!"

Meanwhile both of them would furtively rub their legs together and rub their pussies onto any object that presented itself. Susan frequently sat up in her lawn chair as if she leaned towards Suzanne in rapt interest, but she really sat that way so she could sit with a particular metal bar of the lawn chair between her legs. Then she slid up and down it as unobtrusively as she could. The bar helped, but wasn't quite enough to get her off. Susan grew to think of it as a game and tried to get away with as much as she could without Suzanne noticing. Suzanne noticed all this, but pretended not to, and followed Susan's lead in what she'd allow herself to do.

The end result was that Susan was kept almost constantly horny, but rarely had any chance at relief. Only when Suzanne left could she run to her room and bring herself off. But Suzanne was over at her house nearly the whole day.

So when Alan got home from school, Susan practically attacked him. She met him as walked through the front door, and said, "How ya doing, Tiger? Need any help with your problem?"

Alan looked at her and blinked in surprise. She was dressed in nothing but a towel and held a bottle of liquid soap in her hand. Every day was filled with more pleasant surprises from her. He asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes. Funny coincidence, that."

"Mom, you never take a shower at this time of day." He reached out and touched some of her hair that wasn't wrapped in a towel. "Not only that, but your hair isn't even wet. Not in the slightest."

"Oopsie. You got me. Sorry, Son. But sometimes your mommy gets so horny for cock that she can't even think straight."

Alan smiled wolfishly at his mother and stepped closer to her so that their bodies were mere inches from each other. "Is this one of those times?" he asked in a low whisper in her ear.

"All the time is 'horny for cock time' with your new-and-improved mother, Tiger," she answered with a slight blush as Alan stepped away again to better appreciate the view. "Not only that, but this stupid towel is far too short, don't you think?" She wiggled in distress and tried to pull the towel down a bit further to make sure it covered her pussy. That only caused it to slide farther down her boobs.

"You're right. Not a good towel for you. Here, let me help you with that." Alan gave the towel a yank and pulled it clean away from her. He threw it across the room.

She squealed and pretended distress. "Oh, Tiger, now I'm all naked! Whatever will I do?" Even as she said this, the fingers on a hand feigning to cover up a tit acted on its own and tweaked one of her nipples.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he quipped. He was in a very relaxed mood indeed. His calm sense of control and security gave him the courage to yank away the towel, something he normally wouldn't do.

They stood right next to the underwear cabinet where Susan had lots of clothes to wear, but that's not what she really wanted. She grabbed the zipper of his shorts. "But, Tiger. I lied to you about the shower. I just wanted to run around in a towel so it could fall off and my own son could see me naked. Isn't that too naughty? What kind of mommy willfully flaunts her naked body for her son? Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

"I do," he said, smiling with an agreeable nod. The reminder of punishment brought back to him just how sexually pent-up he'd been from his experience with Joy not too long before. "Why don't you drop to your knees and suck my cock? Worship my prick with your tongue. I think, then, you'll begin to see the error of your ways."

"I'm way ahead of you there, Son." She already pulled his shorts down his legs. "I don't know if I can learn my lesson in just one day, though. It might take me YEARS of daily cocksucking to even BEGIN to see the errors of my ways. If that's gonna be my punishment, then I guess I'll just have to suck it up and submit." She was on her knees by this time and slowly fed the penis into her mouth.

Alan grabbed the top of her head and pulled the towel she'd wrapped her hair in clean off. He grasped her hair tightly and held on as her mouth tried to mate with his penis. "Mmmm. Now this is a nice welcome home," Alan mumbled. "Hey, Mom, rub your tits up against my legs while you're doing that, okay?"

"Mmmm hmm." Her boobs mashed up against his skin and conformed to the shape of his thighs. It only added to his pleasure to feel her tits slide all over his skin. It seemed like her massive hooters completely enveloped his legs. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed insistently into his skin.

He further suggested, "Speaking of rubbing, if you won't let me rub you between your legs, then I hope you take care of that area yourself. Just like yesterday. It really turns me on to see a woman masturbate."

She stopped sucking momentarily to talk. Alan thought she'd say something like, "Are you sure? That's so improper." But instead she said as she reverted to licking for a while, "Cock. Mmmm. Big cock in Mommy's mouth. Fills me up. Hot load. So delish. So naughty. MMMM! Yummy, yummy cock. Mmmm...." She fingered her clit and as she grew more excited she slurped even louder than before.

She spent a long time sucking him. Suzanne had also told her a lot about deep throating earlier in the day and she tried her best to do it, but she couldn't get the hang of it at all. She had to give up again, but that didn't stop him from firing several ropes of cum down her throat anyway. And, even though she hadn't told Alan that she'd try to deep throat him, he appreciated the attempt and was quite pleased.

When Susan was done, all she had to say was, "God, I love this. That's what I call a fun way to spend the afternoon. Each time it happens, I love it more. Look what you turned me into. I'm hopelessly addicted to your cock." But she wasn't mad.

Alan, feeling deeply satisfied, went to his room to sleep after he kissed her on the cheek in appreciation.

Susan was satisfied, too, because she got off at the same time as him, greatly helped by her fingers deep up her pussy. To calm down, she walked around naked until she heard the sound of Katherine coming home about fifteen minutes later.

After Alan woke up he tried but failed to actually do some homework. There were too many women on his mind. The situation at school had just gotten a lot more complicated and he wondered what the new painting duties portended. He pondered the mystery of his mother: so eager for cocksucking, but so disturbed by the thought of actual intercourse. He didn't let anyone know he was awake because he just wanted to spend some time alone in his room.

Meanwhile, Suzanne came over again and did some nude sunbathing with Katherine. It was actually fairly absurd for her to sunbathe, as she'd done it with Susan for about two hours earlier in the day. But Katherine and Susan both loved the feeling of being naked now, so they understood Suzanne's desire for nakedness completely. The sunbathing was just a thin excuse to get naked. In Suzanne's case, it wasn't even real sunbathing. She generally sat on a lawn chair under the shade of some nearby trees or an umbrella. If any sun actually hit her fair skin, she had some powerfully strong suntan lotion, so she never got tanned in any event.

Katherine's tan, on the other hand, had developed nicely to a rich light bronze that she thought offset her areola quite impressively. She was eager to finally get rid of her tan lines from her previous bathing suit, but they were slow to go away. She and Suzanne spent a long time putting suntan lotion on each other, but they had to behave themselves since Susan could see them clearly from where she worked in the kitchen.

The two of them moved into the house as it began to grow dark and they talked to Susan while she continued to prepare dinner. They were still naked from the sunbathing. Susan, who actually wore a fair amount of clothing to cook in, insisted that they put some clothes on, but they delayed doing so with more chit-chat. Alan finally came downstairs and still the two of them remained naked. Such nakedness was hardly a big deal anymore. No one even immediately commented on it as Alan came in.

Just before Suzanne had to leave to her own home for dinner, Katherine asked, "Suzanne, can I ask you a big favor?"

"Sure kiddo, what is it?"

"You should have seen the way Alan went wild for Mom's nightie this morning. I'm so jealous of my mother!" Susan, who stood close by, blushed with pleasure at remembrance of the morning. Alan also listened in from across the dining room. "He's so into that nightie and lingerie stuff, and I never knew it. Could you please, please, please go shopping tonight and pick up some sexy lingerie stuff for me? I want to look really good for him tomorrow morning."

"Sure. I know just the place. In fact, since your mom doesn't like us just standing around naked, let me show you an item I got there and haven't worn for Alan yet." Suzanne walked up to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way and picked out a top. She walked back to the kitchen counter to put it on, since she knew Alan could see them well enough from there, and he would appreciate the show.

It was a red and black leather top that left Suzanne's shoulders, tits and stomach uncovered. "Check this out," as she pirouetted for them. "This is pretty typical of the stuff they have. They've got a lot of S and M themed stuff."

Alan grinned with delight, and the others saw his reaction. Katherine clapped her hands together in glee and thought, This is exactly the kind of thing I need to compete with Mom. "Wow, that's a pretty neat outfit. Cool. But why the pained expression?"

"I have a problem buying certain items. It's hard to find clothes designed for larger breasted women like me. I should have gotten a larger size. I was so keen on getting something really tight to really please you-know-who" - she nodded her head in Alan's direction - " and this fits nicely everywhere, but it really cuts into my boobs. You get used to it after a while, though. It would be the perfect thing to wear when you're mixing pleasure and pain in a spanking or something like that."

She added to herself, As a matter of fact, I think I'll wear this very thing the first time I get to spank Alan. When am I going to get a chance to do that? Not only do I need to find him alone, which is nearly impossible these days, but I've got to find a half-plausible excuse to punish him to make it really fun. But he's such a good kid, except for a few things he's keeping from his mother these days.

Katherine raised her voice, and said to Alan, "What do you think, Big Brother? Like this kinky stuff?"

He watched intently, even as he still made a pretense to be reading. "Definitely. Though, I like my little sister's outfit just as much." Katherine was still buck naked, and pirouetted around for him in response. "Buy some more," he added.

"We will," Suzanne answered. As she turned to Katherine, she asked, "But why have me pick the stuff out? Why can't you go yourself?"

"Remember, Mom won't let me leave to go anywhere 'cos I'm grounded." She exaggerated her pout as she said this. Being grounded, she knew, was both a blessing and a curse. While she could stay home and tease her brother mercilessly, she couldn't do much else with him except once a day. And even though she thoroughly enjoyed prancing around the house naked with her mom and brother, she did have a social life and missed it, if only just a little.

"Oh, yeah," Suzanne remembered. Susan was still with them, across the counter in the kitchen making dinner, so Suzanne said, "Susan, that's really mean. How can I pick out the best clothes for Katherine if she's not there? It's not like you and me, where we're the same size. I don't even know Katherine's measurements at all."

Susan answered, "Hmm... I can sympathize, Angel, but you really should stay home and take your punishment. What kind of grounding is it if I let you go shopping? And I don't want to have to ask you again: please put some clothes on already! Don't be so disrespectful of your mother."

Katherine, who stood right next to the kitchen counter, stretched and wiggled her naked body, and she urged, "Please? Please?" She looked at Susan earnestly, but in fact she was more focused on shaking her ass. She bent her knees and clutched her hands before her as if her whole body was filled with yearning. But it was also a very effective show for Alan behind her and across the room. It looked to him like his sister did some kind of exotic belly dance, as her hips swayed widely and her legs spread and bent down even more. He nearly laughed out loud at just how arousing everything around him always was.

Even though Katherine supposedly tried to convince her mother, almost all of her attention lay with Alan, and she occasionally looked over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. She was pleased at just how flummoxed he looked.

Suzanne had an idea. "I know. If you let Katherine go, just this one time, I'll make sure to pick up some extra nice things for you to help you please Alan. Don't you think he'd like it if you wore an even sexier nightie tomorrow for breakfast? But I know you only have the one. You know you're too shy to go to these kinds of stores yourself. Not only that, but we'll be gone a long time after dinner, leaving you all alone with him. To spell it out, you'd be all alone with your hunky son and his always-erect and tasty treat."

"Damn you, Suzanne!" Susan said in frustration with her friend and her own lack of self control. "How can I turn down that offer? I could really use some sexier clothes. I'm going to Hell, and Suzanne is the devil who stole my soul. Okay, Angel, you can go just this one time, but you have to give something up in return. You have to give up your one time stimulating Alan today."

"Arrgh! I should have done that earlier!" Katherine cursed in frustration. "But it'll be worth it. Suzanne, this is going to be fun!" She jumped up and down for joy. Alan couldn't see her boobs jiggle from his rear view, but he was mesmerized to watch her long, dark hair cascade over and over as if in some shampoo commercial. Every move she made was designed to turn him on, and she had his attention so firmly that he could barely follow what anyone said.

"Don't worry about money," Susan said. "The more stuff you can get for Katherine and me the better, and I'll cover all our stuff, whatever it costs. If it's sexy and you like it, don't hesitate. Just buy it."

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne then left for dinner at her house, and not long afterwards Katherine, Susan, and Alan had dinner together. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan. Still trying to outdo her mother for his attention, and reluctantly acknowledging the social norm to at least wear some clothing, Katherine wore the sexiest thing she could think of.

She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proved so popular with Alan, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and cut the fabric even more so there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. It was literally nothing but spaghetti straps and the bare minimum of fabric to cover the nipples. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.

Again she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. They were now so short that even when she stood straight up and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were matching dark green.

Additionally, she wore high heels as she always did now whenever Alan was home. Only Amy was still slow to catch on and fail to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around Alan.

So Katherine outdid her mother, who cooked dinner thoroughly covered up. There was fat being fried, and Susan didn't want any of it to land on her skin. She realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully buy for her later.

While Susan cooked dinner, Katherine stood next to Alan and let him "get her attention." Her nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing for him to access her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit until she cried out in climax.

Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry up the cooking.

Alan had learned that to talk under such circumstances wasn't wise, as it could lead to trouble. But he decided to talk a little this time, mostly to push his mother even further. Katherine rubbed his penis through his shorts (he almost never wore underwear any more) while the two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and just about any other pussy-related topic they could think of. Katherine quickly realized the game was to get Susan hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line" and she eagerly played the role Alan hoped for.

Susan had a hard time cooking. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. After about ten minutes she could take no more, and ordered Alan to stop caressing his sister's pussy.

Katherine beamed as Alan mostly ogled her and ignored her mother throughout dinner. Normally Susan would have chided Katherine and made her wear something else, but she didn't because she worried it would appear again that she was hypocritical, and Katherine would argue that her rules and punishments were designed to keep Alan all for herself. On top of that, Susan was just plain damn horny and even got a thrill out of looking at her daughter's nice body, while she learned through her daughter some different ways to flash her own body.

Katherine was on a roll. It wasn't enough for Katherine to tease Alan while they sat at the dinner table - she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. Katherine especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where Alan sat and then picked them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk and say things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now Alan, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"

Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit and asked, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp things?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get one like it. Katherine didn't let on that she'd made it herself.

A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan happened to be nearby and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized Katherine's pussy was soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt... Uh, I mean, your pussy... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a .... big, gooey mess. Why?"

"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn on, exposing yourself to Alan? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She giggled.

"That's not really... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family."

But Susan got a revenge of sorts. Finished with her cooking, she rushed to the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed into a revealing nightie. During much of his sister's sexy display, Alan's penis was too exhausted to take advantage, but by the time Susan came back to the dining room it had revived and he'd already taken it out of his shorts.

Susan's eyes lit up. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his penis while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.

As she started to do this, she said, "By the way, I really have to apologize."

"You do?" Alan couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.

"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"

"Definitely," Katherine replied staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his penis lazily. It seemed the entire Plummer house now revolved around him and his penis.

Susan went on to say, "I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your penis come first. Next time I'll try not to keep you waiting."

"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" Alan asked incredulously.

"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that Alan had said exactly what she'd hoped he'd say. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Don't you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation" – she pulled down on the fabric of the nightie below her boobs, which caused one of them to pop out – "and other kinds of stimulation?" Her other hand jacked him off more excitedly.

He just nodded. Alan thought, Dang, my mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by my mother's horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday. Not to mention, Katherine is a total vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday I deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.

Susan stated, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke you for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done, too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Kind of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"

"You know it does. But what about Katherine?" He cast a concerned glance at his sister, who looked fit to be tied at Susan's blatant and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands on her brother's dick and do all kinds of wild things to it. Alan felt that it was his sister's turn - just as soon as Susan finished the delightful things she was doing. This damned grounding prevents Katherine and me from having sex, he thought resentfully. I can hardly wait until it's over! But then again, frigging everything seems to conspire to keep me from having sex, it seems.

"Yeah, what about me?" Katherine seconded. Her postage-stamp bikini top had ridden up her chest, and she had her arms underneath her tits to thrust them out even further.

"I'm thinking this is a two-woman job. One of us can stroke while the other one eats. And then we'll switch. That way, our hands won't get so tired from all the rubbing, and we can all finish eating at around the same time. I'm trying to build up some stamina with my hands and my mouth, but nothing can match the endurance of your John Thomas," she said to Alan.

Katherine's eyes brightened as the prospect. "Mom, that is a GREAT idea. I don't mind missing dinner completely if I have to, as long as I can have my brother's hot stick in my hand. When can I take over what you're doing now?"

"Remember that you're still grounded and you gave up your penis privileges for the rest of the day. So this love-pump is all mine tonight. You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that if we, as a family, practice this a lot, then eventually Alan will become accustomed to being jacked or sucked off while he's doing just about anything, kind of like dribbling a basketball without thinking. You and I and Suzanne can keep him hard and leaking tasty pre-cum every minute of the day. It doesn't matter what he does - studying, showering, eating, reading, sleeping. One of us will be ready with hands or mouth to take care of his needs at all times. Then he'll never have a problem reaching his six times a day target."

Her eyes looked wild and she panted, just with the thought of this new idea. She thought, I'm going to be permanently attached to my son's penis! Morning till night! I'm going to show him my love with my mouth every minute of the day! Literally every minute!

Alan said with a cocked eyebrow, "Sleeping?"

Susan nearly hyperventilated with excitement. She took a moment to breathe slowly and calm down a bit. "Well, okay, maybe not sleeping. I guess I got a little bit carried away with the whole thing. But that's to better explain the general concept of stealth stroking."

Alan thought, Jesus, Mom is getting seriously out of control. I would never have imagined her casually referring to my penis as a "love pump," or even a "John Thomas." She's getting soooo into the cocksucking concept that it's not even funny. Maybe she's diverting all her pent up desire to fuck me into cocksucking? I mean, the way she's going on, she HAS to want to fuck me bad. Just hearing her talk, even I get so excited that I want to fuck me! The sexual feeling in the air is so thick I can cut it with a knife. Look at Katherine. She's got her own heaving tits thing going on just from hearing my mom talk about this new idea of hers. And she has pretty ample tits of her own. Dang. It's a miracle I don't just spontaneously prematurely ejaculate every time I see one of these women.

CHAPTER 8

For the next twenty minutes Alan finished eating dinner while his mother lightly stroked his rod. He never ran out of inspiration as he took turns staring at his mother's and sister's tits. He didn't actually have much food left to eat, but he had so much fun that he ate extremely slowly, just to see how long he could prolong the experience, and how long his mother could last. Katherine's nipples were exposed to his eyes more often that not. Especially once Susan grew intent on Alan's penis as he slowly neared climax, she stopped looking at Katherine and focused her entire being on pleasing his penis. That allowed his sister to openly pinch and tease her nipples, make lewd faces with her tongue, and obscenely eat phallic-shaped food.

Alan's penis was in fine form. He finished eating dinner and seemed close to ejaculation, but didn't quite go over the edge. So Susan reverted to stronger measures.

First she stood up and got him some strawberries and whipped cream for desert. That gave him a few minutes to recover. Then she took off what little clothing she still wore and sat directly on one of his blue jean-clad legs. Alan had to pull his chair back a bit to make room for her, but otherwise he carried on as usual, ate his dessert and talked to Katherine while Susan jacked him off. There was no pretense at going slow now.

But technically it was still a test of the stealth stroking concept, so Alan tried his best to ignore the silent and naked woman in his lap. He carried on talking to his sister as if his mother wasn't there, though he couldn't resist a stroke of her long hair from time to time. It looked like he ignored her, but it was like trying to ignore an attacking 800-pound gorilla. He barely managed to keep a conversation going and connect the food to his mouth.

Susan also seemingly completely forgot about the idea of sharing the duties with her daughter. Katherine realized it would be futile to ask Susan to swap places, since Susan was so obviously worked up, so she just enjoyed the show and did her best visually to keep Alan horny.

His mother was more than happy, because she was able to rub her pussy directly on the rough fabric of his blue jeans right at a bony spot on his knee. It provided excellent friction; more than enough to create a wet spot on Alan's pants.

Alan had developed many tricks to delay orgasm and prolong the pleasure for himself and others. He had a remarkable ability to hold off on short-term pleasure for greater, more delayed pleasures, and he showed that ability yet again. Just as she had him on the verge of climax, he said, "Mom, I'm thirsty. Could you get me some milk? You always say I need to drink lots of fluids so I'll never run out of cum."

"Now? But, Tiger, we're so close." She looked over at Katherine and indicated with her eyes that Alan should have Katherine do it.

"Now, Mom. Please."

So Susan got up and hurriedly got the milk. When she came back she f