CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 27)

Alan woke up from his nap feeling a lot better. All of his problems at school seemed like they'd happened to someone else. He'd made a vow to turn over a new leaf with his homework, so he decided to get started right away. He figured that if he saw any of his women first, that could only lead to distractions.

But before he could get started with work, he knew he had to deal with a few things. He thought, Right now, and for the past two hours already, Simone has been at Heather's house doing the devil knows what to her. I should give her a call and figure out what's going on. Maybe give her some direction on how to treat the queen bitch. The other cheerleaders had no clue or experience in sexually controlling Heather, but Simone should know how to handle things.

But still, Simone should be punishing Heather to what purpose? With so much going on, I haven't really figured out what Heather's full punishment should be, how many days it should last, and so many other issues. It's extemely tricky with her. She's kind of like Brenda, where you have to be careful the punishment isn't seen as a reward.

Alan sat down at his computer desk and thought. The question is, the really big question is, what do I want from Heather right now?

The answer that leaps out is help with the football player crisis. For starters, she's literally slept with half the team. In fact, the more delinquent the player, the more likely she's already fucked him, so I bet she's fucked most of the guys who are out to get me. Heather is already supposed to be dividing the team, and I guess she's been having some success with that, but that doesn't really help me now. We're talking about one very closely-knit faction. Forget all the other players. We need to know how many people are in the faction that's after me, who they are exactly, and how they can be stopped.

Amy says she's got the names of a bunch of the plotters from her talk with a few of their teammates, but how can we be completely sure if the names she has are the bad guys or the good guys? Or maybe I should say the not so bad guys. Christine and her Goody Goody group seem to have almost no inroads with the really nasty players by virtue of their very own goody goody nature and the players' nastiness. We're lucky one of Christine's friends is a sister to one of them or we probably wouldn't know anything at all. Heather, on the other hand, knows most of these guys inside and out. Or maybe I should say they know her inside and out, literally. But in any case, now that I think about it, during her first confession in the theater room she told me quite a bit about the football plot. Her gossip network seems to be all over it already!

So I've got to learn what she knows. But she's in a weak position with me now overall, so she's going to try to play hardball even more than usual to at least get back to the status quo. That means she'll want something big in return. Worse, what would I have to trade to her so she'll go the extra mile and actually talk to these guys directly and even seduce them? THAT'S what I need! Heather can seduce the football plotters one by one and get them to fall out of the plot, in return for promises of sex, or whatever else her sneaky mind can conjure up. Now, there's an idea! If anyone can do it, Heather's in the perfect position for that.

Or maybe not Heather directly - I don't want to get any diseases from those thugs - but she could hook them up with some of her lapdog groupies easily enough. She manipulates them with rewards and punishments so well that it's not even funny. Hell, she's the one who brought me Simone in the first place as a "gift"!

The only problem is, she's going to try and get me to drop the rest of her punishment, whatever that might be, in return for what she knows is help I desperately need. Now, she has ME over a barrel! And if I can't successfully punish her this time, she's going to totally run amok with her crazy plots to get back at me and my lovers.

Dang!

Alan pondered the situation a while longer, then picked up the telephone and called Heather's house. Heather's mother Helen answered the phone and soon yelled for Heather in her room. But to Alan's surprise, Simone was the one to pick up the cordless extension. He could also hear some reggae music playing in the background.

Already having been told that Alan was the one calling, Simone was playful right off the bat. "Heather Morgan's residence. Heather is a bit tied up at the moment. How may I help you?" She cackled with glee.

Alan laughed. "Hi Simone. When you say Heather is tied up, I assume you mean that literally?"

Simone sounded surprised. "Oh goodness! It's Alan Plummer, the father of my child! How you doing, daddy? Yes, she is, how shall we say, 'fit to be tied' as it were? I like that expression. It works on so many levels. What's the occasion for this pleasant interruption? Let me guess: you want to discuss names for the baby. I was thinking Kunta Kinte if it's a boy and Nya Boto if it's a girl."

"Ha ha. Very cute." He recognized that name Kunta Kinte from Roots, the famous 1970's miniseries about slavery that had been assigned in their social studies class not that long ago. "In all seriousness, I need to talk to you at length about the Great Bitchy One."

As he was saying that, he heard a long drawn out moan through the phone line. He thought he recognized the sound. "Speak of the devil, are you STILL reaming out Heather's ass?"

"You bet!" Simone panted. "Does Alan's new baby go goo?" She climbed up onto Heather's bed with the phone still in her hand.

Alan could hear the bedsprings creak as Simone resumed her position. "But it's been hours since you took her home!"

"And I'm still not tired of riding her rump yet. Goddamn the bitch can take it! It makes me so fucking HOT to fuck her like this, over and over and over again. I didn't think I'd get off on this quite so much, but DAMN!" Suddenly there was a loud slap of flesh hitting flesh followed by another groaning noise, this time more sustained, although somewhat muffled.

"What was that?" Alan asked.

"Oh, just a hard thrust that bottomed out in bitchslut butt. She likes it when I put all twelve of my inches into her. Yes, you do, don't you bitchslut? That's why you keep cumming all over Mr. Simone isn't it? Your mouth said you couldn't take any more, but your selfish butt just kept pushing back and back and back for more and more, didn't it?"

Alan listened to the sounds of Simone fucking Heather up the ass with her new strap-on and then remembered how he'd talked to Heather's mother on the phone briefly before being transferred to Simone. "Hey Simone, aren't you worried about Heather's parents hearing you?"

Simone was breathing heavily again, and Alan could only imagine what her hips were doing to Heather's backside. "Yeah, they've both come home from work, but that's never stopped us from continuing our sexual escapades before, so why should it now? I assume Frank is downstairs watching TV as usual and we're grooving to Bob Marley up here, so there's no way they can hear us screwing around in her bed. We're always careful to lock the door and have some music playing as safety precautions. Let me tell ya, the song Jammin' takes on a whole new meaning when you're riding Heather with a strap-on!"

Simone laughed heartily. "Besides, there's no rest for the wicked just because the parental overunits are in the house, if you know what I mean. After all, there's an ass that needs to be punished here." There was a loud slapping sound. "Oooh yeah! You like that don't you?"

Alan faintly heard Heather whimpering and moaning again, but decided he needed to stop dilly-dallying. "Anyway Simone, I called you up for a reason. I didn't think you'd still be at it with Heather though."

"Well, spit it out already. I'm kinda busy here, in case you couldn't tell. Even though I'm pretty good at multi-tasking, I'd rather devote all of my attention to what I'm getting INTO here, if you catch my drift. So what's the occasion for this interruption of my pleasure?"

The song 'Exodus' could be heard in the background as the Bob Marley album 'Legend' was still playing. Simone ad-libbed her own words, "Exodus, movement of ja deel-dlo." Then she burst out laughing again, greatly amused with herself.

Alan laughed too, but then said, "In all seriousness, I need to talk to you at length about you know who."

Simone continued to pant and work her hips. She took her time getting around to answering Alan, but said between slightly labored breaths, "Ah yes. My favorite subject. Well, that and trying to decide on baby names."

"Simone! Cut it out!" Alan was in an all-business, no-sex mood, but Simone's pregnancy jokes were starting to arouse him a little, even as they annoyed him.

Simone laughed. "Let's see, let's see. I'm buck naked, in a house full of white folks with issues, and I'm still fucking their one and only child up the ASS and she's LOVING it, even though she's so exhausted from cumming for hours and hours by now that she can barely move. In fact, she's kinda gone a little pre-verbal right now, which is why you can't hear her complaining all that much at the moment. The pillow she's got her face smushed into helps quiet her down though. Oh, and I suppose the gag in her mouth doesn't help her much. She was way louder before her parents got home. Hmm, this could be tricky. Now what were we talking about? Oh yes. Baby names."

"Noooo," he admonished, his voice rising in a chiding tone, "we were talking about Heather, not babies."

"What, there's a difference?" Simone quipped.

"Touché. But seriously, I've got a problem. And we don't want certain people to overhear."

"Oh, shoot. Well, I suppose it's time for a break anyway. Smoke is starting to rise from her ass, and I almost do mean that literally. Hold on a sec, let me move to her oh-so-fancy private bathroom."

Alan heard a loud popping sound, followed by Heather moaning again, although there was more of a whimpering tone to it this time. Then he heard the bed creak as Simone got off it. He continued to wait while hearing sounds of Simone shuffling about.

Simone finally came back on the line. "Ah, that's better. Well then, ride on McDuff. Into the breach we go!"

Alan began explaining in detail his thoughts about Heather helping out with the football player plot and the potential pitfalls involved.

Simone actually took the topic seriously and eventually asked, "Alan, look. Why don't you get the school administration more involved in helping out? Or go to the police, even? This sounds like a potentially serious criminal matter to me."

Alan sighed to himself silently because he had no good answer to give. Simone was probably right, but he wanted to avoid the authorities like the plague, mainly because of the scandalous and probably criminal incest going on in his own life. If any officials were to start nosing around and asking questions on certain topics, such as Amy's boast that she allowed him to have multiple sex partners, things could get tricky very quickly. His worst case scenario was that his conflict would eventually make the local news and then he'd have to live in a fishbowl of public scrutiny.

So instead he explained to Simone how the teacher Mr. Jackson had been unable to help, and pointed out "the boy who cried wolf" metaphor. He ended his explanation with, "I can handle it myself. Trust me."

Simone sighed theatrically. "Men! I swear, what a hopeless lot you all are. What is it about having one of those things dangling between your legs that makes you lose all common sense? Wait, don't answer that. I don't know what it is, but since I put this strap-on on, I feel myself slowly going stupid. Duuuh... I think I feel like watching a baseball game on TV. Somebody give me a beer!"

Alan snorted with laughter, but stayed focused. He got her to promise not to talk to any authority figure about the situation without his permission. He redirected the conversation to Heather and how she might be able to help. After a while though, he began to notice certain rhythmic sounds in the background, some of which were distinctly squishy sounding. He finally asked, "Simone, where are your hands at the moment?"

"Hey! What kind of question is that?" Simone responded with theatrical indignation.

"Just answer the question. Since Heather's in the next room now, I'm wondering what all that noise is about."

"Well, I'm talking to the school sex machine while riding the rump of my best friend in her own bed while her parents are home. You expect me to NOT get a little bit excited by all this?"

"Simone," Alan growled with mock indignation, "Where are your hands already?"

"If you must insist, I have the phone between my shoulder and ear so I can have both hands free. I ditched the strap-on before I lost too many IQ points. Plus, it doesn't hurt that I can get to my clit. One hand is pulling on my little joy button and the other is reaching inside my pussy to wave hi to Kunta Kinte. 'Hi there, little fellow! It's your daddy on the phone. You want to talk to him, Kunta? He fucked me reaaaally good this morning. He kept my cunnie all squishy and full of cum for hours."

Alan joked, "Hush. Don't talk that way to Alan Junior. You don't want to corrupt a minor with foul language."

Simone laughed. "Oh, so it's Alan Junior now, eh? I can live with that. Only we already know there's another Alan Junior. He's already very notorious with all the high school girls even though he's only about eight inches tall. In fact, nowadays, most girls pray for a nightly visit of Alan Junior the way little kids pray for a visit from the tooth fairy. Except instead of leaving us with a nickel under the pillow, he leaves us with big swollen bellies."

Alan laughed again, but said, "Simone, before you up and get your own HBO comedy special, can we please discuss what to do about Heather?"

CHAPTER 2

Alan saw the door to his room opening, so he said, "Wait. Hold on a minute." He put a hand over the phone's mouthpiece.

It was Katherine. Alan hadn't bothered to put any clothes on yet since waking up, something that Katherine definitely noticed. Talking with Simone had gotten Alan hard, and Katherine most definitely noticed that, too. Her eyes were wide, but she still walked right up to Alan and held a note up to his face.

It read: "Message from Suz: We're watching you, so behave. Less phone sex and more studying!"

Alan rolled his eyes but he smiled too. Typical. Suzanne must be watching me on video from the basement. She did mention when we were done talking about my school problems that she was going to try to keep me honest about studying today. I guess this is the start of her campaign.

Alan nodded then went back to the phone. "Never mind the interruption. Where were we? Oh yes. What to do about Heather?"

Simone gamely replied, "Well, we need to punish her badly, and I have just the thing. You know how jealous she gets. Well, what could make her more jealous than you having anal sex with ME right in front of her? Repeatedly! In fact, now's the perfect time to get started. Why don't you swing on down here? Oh, and bring that little Alan Junior feller with you if you remember."

Alan chuckled. "You know, Simone, I can't tell if you're making me more aroused or more amused. But this really isn't getting us anywhere."

Alan turned to see if his sister had left yet.

Katherine had started to walk out of his room after delivering the note, but she paused at the door, then closed it and stayed inside. Clicking the switch near the door that allowed one to turn the video monitoring in the room on or off, she locked the door to his room and walked back to him.

Alan held a hand over the phone receiver again as he watched Katherine pull her top off and then drop her shorts as well. She dis robed slowly while mostly facing away from him for maximum effect.

"Hold on a sec," he said to Simone. He tried to wave Katherine away, but she pulled his chair away from his desk and then dropped to her knees between his legs. Before Alan could mount an effective response, she was happily slurping away on his erection.

Alan rolled his eyes and muttered, "Again? Geez!" But the truth was he didn't try very hard (or at all) to get her to stop.

Simone asked, "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. Where were we?"

"We were discussing fucking. Specifically, you fucking me. I was just thinking how nice it would be if you came over here right now. I could just see you saying to Heather's mom Helen as she answers the door, 'Excuse me, ma'am, we've had reports of a very horny, utterly naked, quite possibly pregnant, and extremely naughty black girl humping your daughter in her own bed upstairs. I've been told this dark Nubian princess, this ebony goddess of sexual prowess, this most heart stoppingly beautiful girl in the school-"

Alan cut in with sarcasm. "Oh yeah, the modest one. Simone is her name."

Simone gaffawed, both at Alan's comment and her own tongue in cheek self-promotion. "Exactly! That's the one. She needs a very solid, long, and powerfully deep fucking. Since I'm soon to be the father of her child, I've got some serious humping to do. So if you don't mind, can you point me upstairs? Oh, and I should mention that there have been reports of a very large black dildo reaming out your daughter's ass coming in all afternoon. So I figure, when in Rome. I'll probably drop a couple of big slimy loads in your daughter while I'm at it, before I go. Since those two love to do absolutely everything together, I imagine I should get started on knocking up your daughter as well or she might get jealous."

She paused, as if listening, then continued, "What? Why are you so shocked? I know, I'll bet you feel left out. I'll tell you what. Since you look like a pretty hot bitch yourself, if you strip naked and bend over next to your daughter and wait patiently, I'll see if I have anything left over for you. Heather could use a younger sister.'" Simone punctuated that with a happy, "Ha!"

Alan really liked that fantasy. He found himself holding onto his sister's hair with his free hand and pushing her mouth up and down onto his dick. He said, "Very nice, but whose fantasy is that, yours or mine? And I thought I told you to lay off the preggy stuff. You know that-"

Katherine suddenly stopped lolling her tongue arond and around Alan's penis head and looked up into his face with big eyes. She hadn't been able to make out what Simone was saying, but she most definitely heard Alan say "preggy stuff." Given her own pregnancy fascination, her interest was more than piqued. She poked Alan in the chest a couple of times in a playful yet urgent fashion, trying to get him to explain what that was about without actually speaking (and thus giving her presence away to Simone). She also wasn't in any hurry to do anything that would involve taking her lips from around her brother's shaft

However, Alan just waved her away.

Simone meanwhile prodded him to finish his sentence. "'I know that...' what? You know, Alan, if I didn't know better I would suspect you're with a girl right now, what with the way we keep getting interrupted. Are you alone or not?"

Katherine found a piece of scratch paper and a pen and scribbled, "Preggers? Me too! Please?!" Then she drew a big smiley face with hearts around it below the words.

Alan laughed at the paper, but shook his head no at his sister. Then he returned his attention to Simone, and with a mind to Katherine's continued poking and pestering, he said, "You know, all these pregnancy jokes are going to get me in trouble."

Simone laughed but replied, "Sorry. I have this bad habit of taking a joke and running with it way too far. My apologies. I promise, no more pregnancy jokes. I'll find something else to rile you up about for a while!" She cackled gleefully. She was really enjoying bantering with Alan. Then she added, "By the way, you're still avoiding the question. You are with some hot babe, even as we speak, aren't you?"

Alan tried to sound offended. "Whatever gives you that idea?"

"I'm hearing some strange squishy sounds on your end of the line as well. In fact, there it goes again. Ooh! Two sounds at once! You ARE with someone, you sexy devil!"

Katherine had resumed loudly slurping on Alan's penis head and at the same time she was frigging herself, thus explaining the two sounds.

Alan could see no way to talk himself out of that one. He conceded, "You got me. However, we really need to focus-"

Simone interrupted, "Jesus! This is so hot! You're such fun to talk on the phone with, Big Daddy. And no, that's not a pregnancy thing, it's just my new nickname for you that, okay, might totally by coincidence have some minor pregnancy implications." She laughed at her own comment. "Sorry, but when I get started on a running gag, I really go all the way with it."

Alan said seriously, "We're really not getting anywhere here with the whole Heather thing. Can you at least, right now, start to warm her up to the idea of helping out with the football player problem? Don't come out and make it seem like I need her help. Just, by and by, drop it in the conversation and make it seem like it would be a nice thing for her to do. Plant the seed."

Simone interrupted him, repeating his words, "'Plant the seed.' Isn't that more your line of work?" She giggled. "Sorry, but that was such an obvious straight line that I couldn't resist. In fact, I wonder if that's what you're doing with your mystery vixen even as we speak. God, that's so hot! I'll bet your have her sitting on her heels, begging to serve you."

"No, I assure you, Simone, we're just, I'm just..." He looked down.

Obviously, Katherine could hear Simone though the phone well enough, because she immediately got out of the chair she was sitting in and dropped to her knees without losing her liplock on his penis. She looked up at him with her best begging face, even while she giggled a little bit around the penis she was sucking on.

Alan silently groaned with arousal. But he tried to play it cool on the phone and decided to act like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Oh, that reminds me. Please find out where this morning's Bitch Trainer is. If Heather took it out at home, it should still be there somewhere. We don't want something like that just lying around within easy reach for her to get her hands on again. Dammit! Hold on again."

Alan cried "dammit" because now there was a knocking on the door. A loud and insistent knocking. He said to Simone, "Sorry, someone's at the door."

"I guess one woman isn't enough for you and they're bringing in reinforcements?" Simone said with a rising excitement in her voice. "This is astounding! Heather's ass is going to get pounded so fucking hard in a few minutes! But I can't even wait for that. God, I'm going to cum so hard right about now! Ugh!"

Alan wanted to get off the phone immediately before there were more complications. "Let's continue this later, okay?"

"Looks like you've got some more seed planting to work on," Simone kidded in a shaky and gasping voice. "You might need to open up your own nursery there, in more ways than one. Shit! Ooh!" She panted a bit, then added, "Okay, I'll go, but only if you tell me who all the hotties you're with are. Anyone I might know?"

"Um, sorry, gotta go. Later!" Alan hung up the phone before he was subjected to the sounds of Simone screaming and cumming. He was having enough trouble as it was not cumming from Katherine's blow job. His goal was to play it cool and just study, but things had gotten way out of control somehow in the last five minutes.

Just then, Alan heard Suzanne's voice from the other side of the door. She had apparently detected the phone call was over (probably from the way Alan slammed the phone down), so she felt free to speak. "Girl, I know you're in there and I can guess what you're doing! Some big help you are! We all agreed we'd help Alan study, not hinder him! You hear me?!" She pounded some more.

Katherine, though, was too busy cocksucking to stop. She could tell Alan was about to cum and so she was now frantically working his balls and dick with her lips, tongue, and both hands.

Alan grabbed her head to push her away, because he wasn't ready to cum. However, his hands betrayed him and started guiding his sister's head so she could gobble down more and more of his throbbing penis with each pass. He eventually conceded defeat and threw his head back to luxuriate in the overwhelming feelings of pleasure coursing through his body.

Katherine was finally well rewarded for her efforts. She greedily guzzled down quite a few warm jets of semen from the end of Alan's cock while Suzanne continued to pound on the door and complain. She thought, Suzanne might get mad at me for getting a little 'distracted,' but this is so totally worth anything she might dish out! Being uppity completely rocks!

Suzanne was particularly upset that Katherine had turned off the video monitoring in Alan's room and vocally made her displeasure known through the door.

As Alan was shooting off, he shouted to Suzanne, "Cumming!" He was in a silly mood and thought this was very amusing.

Finally they were done and Katherine got up. She yelled at Suzanne, "Just a second!" then poked Alan in the chest again. "So what's with this 'pregnancy stuff', Big Fire Hydrant Brother?"

Alan grinned. "Oh, Simone is just toying with me. For some reason, today she's really into pretending I impregnated her."

"Oh really? 'Pretending', huh?" She made quote marks in the air with her fingers as she said the word 'pretending.' "Looks like she and I need to have a little talk about this EXCELLENT impregnation by Alan idea."

"Don't you dare!" Alan protested in horror, but just at that moment Katherine finally opened the door.

Suzanne stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, looking huffy. "'Cumming.' Brilliant, Alan. I'll bet no one has thought of that double meaning before. As for you, young lady-"

Katherine stuck her tongue out at her number two mother petulantly. Her tongue was covered with Alan's cum. She got a kick out of that, too.

Suzanne shook her head in frustration. She said, "We had a big plan to get you actually doing some work today, but it's not exactly off to a good start. Everyone here is just horribly incorrigible. Sweetie, you had your fun, but now I need you to buckle up and buckle down. Okay?" She pointedly flipped the switch by the door that turned the video monitoring in his room back on.

"Okay." Alan smiled at the enjoyable turn of events, but once Suzanne shooed Katherine away and he was left alone again, he thought, Unfortunately, this Heather stuff is dreadfully important and I didn't get very far in talking to Simone about it. I should probably call Simone later and finish it. Not only that, but I'll probably end up having to go over to Heather's house tomorrow, in person, even though it's Thanksgiving. Dang. If you wanna get something done right, sometimes you gotta do it yourself, and convincing Heather to do anything is very tricky business.

He sighed and put a T-shirt on. So much to do, but that'll have to wait. For now, I actually have to do some homework. Still wearing only a T-shirt, he sat down at his desk and began to write.

CHAPTER 3

Surprisingly, after having a nice climax, Alan found himself getting a lot done. With so much going on in his life, it was nice to fall into study mode and just block everything else out for a while. From time to time he would remember that Suzanne said she'd be watching on video to make sure he stayed focused, and that was a very strange realization. More than once he toyed with the idea of doing something to tease her, but in the end he found himself working straight through instead.

After two hours of the most academic productivity Alan had in weeks, if not months, he found his concentration waning. He stood up and stretched, then walked across the hall to the bathroom to pee and splash cold water on his face.

He was only gone a short time. But when he opened the door to return to his room, he saw Suzanne lying on his bed.

She was sitting up on all fours on his bed, wearing little more than high heels. "Good afternoon, Sweetie, or should I say good evening?" It was seven o'clock already. "Looks like you've been working hard." The tank top she'd apparently been wearing at one point was bunched up above her pendulous breasts. The only other item she wore was a pair of red satin panties.

Alan felt a vague stirring in his loins, but his penis didn't spring to life as it normally did when presented with such a sight. Hmm. What's wrong with me? Am I becoming jaded already to even the likes of Suzanne? Look at her! Her hips are so wide. Her breasts are simply massive! And that face! She's doing her "come hither and fuck me" look even more so than usual. She could be on the cover of any magazine. She's so smart, and that's sexy too. So what's the problem with me?! Playing for time while waiting for his penis to revive, he answered, "Yeah. You could say that again. Very hard."

"I assume you mean that in more ways than one," Suzanne replied as she idly scratched her cleavage, as if there was some kind of insect bite there. In fact, it was just a clever way to further drive Alan's attention her way. "By the way, how many girls did my big stud son fuck in school today?"

Alan walked to his bed and sat on the edge since Suzanne was taking up the usual spot where he lay. "You know, Mother, it's not that easy to fuck girls in school. The lack of time factor alone is such a drag." Thinking of Simone before school and Heather during sixth period, he answered, "I guess you could technically say I only fucked two, though I did get intimate with a few more." He smiled, belatedly realizing how incredible that would sound to any of his classmates, 99% of whom would never commit any kind of sex act on any school grounds in their entire lives.

Suzanne shot him an eager and sultry smile. "Hmm. Only two? Are you sure that's all?"

Alan grinned. "Well, I did get basically blown, tit-fucked, and fondled by the entire cheerleading squad when they were warming me up to butt fuck the head cheerleader, now that you mention it. Does that count for something?"

Suzanne cocked an eyebrow. She thought, I have to admit, that's pretty impressive even by Alan's usual standards. I'm becoming more and more Susan-like in the way that hearing about his sexual exploits turns me on. She could feel her breath quickening.

Suzanne surprised herself by saying, "Mother is very proud of you, Son. But I'll bet all that and everything you've done since you got back home just isn't enough, is it? My son's stiff pussy tamer is looking for some tight mommy holes to fill, isn't it? It's been about two hours now since any female touched your cock." She sighed theatrically, "That's an absolute tragedy! Now you're all bursting with a huge cum load that you just have to pump in thick squirts into some sexy babe, don't you? I wonder... What could we possibly do about that?" She winked in an incredibly sexy and endearing manner. She was the ultimate expert in seduction, and every move of her body was planned for maximum arousal.

Alan's flaccid penis twitched a bit, but he still didn't feel an erection growing. He was disturbed that Suzanne, who could just about give a marble statue a woody, apparently wasn't having an effect on him.

Stalling to give his penis more of a chance to respond, he asked, "Speaking of mothers, what happened to Susan? I kind of assumed she'd come by to drop off a snack or something, like she usually does when I'm studying."

Suzanne replied airily, "Oh, that was in the old days. Nowadays, I imagine she'd walk in carrying a snack with all the best intentions in the world to behave herself, take one look at your crotch, drop to her knees, throw off whatever top she's wearing (assuming she's wearing one, which is a big assumption, mind you), crawl between your legs, and start sucking like her life depended on it. And once she gets her head or tits near your crotch, we all know how hard it is to pry her away. Needless to say, that could be a bit distracting for your work. Do you remember the whole stealth stroking idea, where one of your mothers or sisters would slowly jack you off or blow you for hours and hours as you worked?"

"Of course. You make it sound like ancient history, but that was just last week." He laughed as he said, "I heartily approve of that idea, by the way!"

"I do too. And I think we'd all like to go back to that very, very soon. Us girls would probably have to make a sign-up sheet so we wouldn't fight over who gets to do it when. But I've put a hold on that for now. Look what happened when Katherine came in here a couple of hours ago. Not good. First, we've got to see at least a couple days of solid progress with your work. So, for today at least, Susan and the others are banned from coming into your room unless I say so." She smiled and added, "I've nominated myself as the only one with the self-control to come in here today."

"Ah," he said simply.

Suzanne was a bit put off by Alan's aloofness. She was still lying down and he still sat on the edge of the bed. He hadn't even gotten close enough to kiss or fondle her. She sat up and reached forward so she could check out the package between his legs. To her great surprise, his usual stiff rod wasn't there. "Sweetie! Are my senses deceiving me or what? Where's my erection?!"

"Mother, is it really so surprising? Most guys can only get it up a couple of times a day."

"I know, but you're not most guys. Usually after a nap you wake up with a nice- hey!" Suzanne gave him a near angry look. "Don't tell me you were waiting for Susan and you're disappointed in me?"

"No! Nothing like that. My mind is willing, but the flesh is weak. I'd totally be into having fun with you right now, but I dunno... It's just kind of hanging there. It's not even half hard. I think maybe my body just needs some more rest. Today has just been too much."

"Hmm. Sounds like it could be serious. Let's have a look at the problem."

As his second mother closed in on his crotch, Alan thought, This is odd. Who would ever have thought that Suzanne, especially dressed like that, wouldn't give me the hugest boner humanly possible? Am I maxed out on sex? And with the poke-her party happening tonight and everything. Talk about lousy timing.

Suzanne looked at his flaccid penis and reached out to stroke it to life, but then she changed her mind and stood up instead. "I'll be back in a second. Don't move. That's an order!"

As she rushed out of the room, she thought, Damned if I'm gonna be outdone by Susan! It'll be a cold day in Hell before I fail to get him hard!

Alan sat up in his bed and waited for Suzanne to come back. He didn't have to wait long.

Suzanne sauntered into view through the open door. She paused, as if she hadn't been expecting him, and looked in his direction. "Oh! Howdy, partner."

Alan gasped with genuine surprise. "I'd been expecting something sexy, but not THAT! Daisy! It's been too long!"

Suzanne smiled widely and walked into the room. She was wearing extremely short jean shorts and a thin yellow shirt that covered her boobs, or at least valiantly tried to, and little else. She'd quickly dampened her top in the bathroom across the hall and now it clung to her like a second skin. The wetness also rendered the shirt nearly transparent. She was a woman on a mission. "Oh? You know little ol' me? That's funny, 'cos I don't reckon I know you."

"You don't? Daisy, I've fucked you on two different occasions a month or more ago." He could feel his penis rising.

Suzanne shimmied her way closer, which set her unfettered breasts bouncing hypnotically before her son's lustful eyes.

All Alan could think was, Hot damn! That outfit is my Achilles' heel!

As Suzanne swayed her hips dramatically, she also pulled down her shorts until the top of her bush came into view. "Hmm. Fucked me twice? I get fucked so many times a day, a mere couple of fucks ain't gonna leave much of an impression." Her eyes went wide as she got nearer and stared at his crotch. "Good Lord Almighty! Why, it's even bigger than Pappy's!"

Alan's penis was now standing straight up. "Jesus, Daisy, look! I seem to have sprung up as quickly as if I'd just chugged a whole bottle of Viagra!"

Suzanne licked her lips. "Wait. Wait one cotton pickin' minute. I DO reckon that cock is familiar. I ain't no good with names or faces, but I never forget a cock!"

Suzanne wasted no time. She pushed Alan backwards, causing him to fall from a sitting position to lying back on his bed, although his feet were still on the floor. She turned, made an athletic hop up on the bed so her knees were on either side of his, and then sank herself down onto his stiff pole. The whole process took five seconds at the most. "MmmmmMMMMMmmmmm!"

Alan groaned, but he sounded exasperated. Then he groaned again as his mother went to work on his penis. He had to admit that her vaginal talents were second to none. Her inner walls squeezed in the most delightful and unpredictable ways, even as her hips performed all kinds of tricks of their own.

Suzanne joked as she continued to slowly grind her way down onto her son, "What? I'm a Duke. I can't hardly be expected to sit down if I ain't got some kind of dick for me to center myself on."

Alan suddenly had a vision of the Duke family as they got together for dinner in a ramshackle Southern mansion. All of the many womenfolk pushed aside uselessly short skirts and plunged themselves onto wooden phalluses built into the middle of their chairs. Or at least, most of them did. Some simply sat naked in the laps of their fathers, brothers, or sons. The imagined scene was too arousing for him to take. He found himself groaning even louder and gripping Suzanne's midsection for dear life as his erection throbbed and twitched inside of her.

She broke out of character briefly as she moaned, "Holy shit. Dear God, this is SO. DAMN. GOOOOD!" But she quickly returned to her drawl, and said in a perky though raspy voice, "This is how us Duke girls say 'Howdy!' to strangers don'cha know." Alan's penis had completely filled her up, and she liked it that way. Rather than bounce up and down, she wiggled and writhed her hips back and forth on him, doing all the work. At the same time, she squeezed his penis with her pussy muscles with still more expert movements, heightening the pleasure for both of them.

Most any man on Earth would have cum on the spot. But luckily Alan had grown used to such a high level of stimulation, and he could take it. The pleasure though, for both of them, was simply indescribable.

Alan was content to just lay there and let Suzanne do all the work. Partly, he was feeling lazy, but mostly he knew that if he got his hips pumping on top of all that she was doing, he would cum too soon.

There wasn't much need for talking though, since both of them were about as aroused as humanly possible. But they remained in character nonetheless, with Suzanne occasionally making wry comments like, "Here's another 'Howdy' for ya!" and "Just bein' neighborly!"

This went on for quite a while, with their mutual pleasure slowly rising and rising to great heights. Finally, Alan yelled, "Daisy! I'm too close!" However, his words seemed to have no effect. The way Suzanne continued to relentlessly grind down on top of him, he knew he couldn't last for long. She seemed determined to get him to fill her up with cum and right away.

CHAPTER 4

Alan and Suzanne were shocked into temporarily losing their rhythm when they heard a voice across the room ask, "Who's Daisy?"

The two of them turned to Alan's door. Amy was standing in the doorway, dressed in an imitation of what Suzanne was wearing, in nothing but cut-off jeans and a white T-shirt. Like Suzanne, the shirt was wet but her head and most of the rest of her was dry or just moist. Her hands were clasped behind her head and she leaned way forward to further emphasize her ample chest.

Amy had the usual big Amy smile on her face while her eyes lit up even more than usual. She said in a convincing Southern drawl of her own, "Well, howdy ho, you two! How ya doin'?" She walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

Suzanne looked a bit stunned. She was so surprised that she even stopped grinding her hips and working Alan's penis over with her internal muscles. Clearly, she hadn't expected this arrival as Amy and the others were banned from Alan's room for the afternoon. But she laughed good-naturedly and welcomed Amy in.

Alan said to Amy, "Hey, Aims. Come on in. You've never met Daisy? She's Suzanne's sort of alternate persona. Kind of an incestuous Southern white trash kind of thing." He was panting a bit, and trying to make use of Suzanne's pause to get his second wind.

Amy said defensively in her Southern accent. "'Aims'? What's that? And there ain't nuthin' wrong with incest where I come from. In fact, you gotta do it. It's the law! Not only that, mister, but who you callin' white trash, anyhow? Why, you got me so mad I might not even enjoy fuckin' you that much. Well, not the first couple of times, leastwise."

Suzanne laughed and grinned. She could see where Amy was going with this and approved. She and Alan had momentarily stopped their fucking, but Suzanne picked herself up and slammed back down on her son's dick with a lusty groan and then resumed her grinding.

Alan, already on such an erotic high that he could practically see stars, was in no shape to try any accent. But he was trying to at least play along. He asked, distractedly, "Do you two, ugh! Uh, know each other?"

Amy replied, "Know each other? Why, Daisy here is my Ma! I didn't recognize her face none at first; I reckon that's cos' I'm not used to seein' it without a big dick in the middle of it, gettin' all slurped up." She sat down on the bed next to Suzanne and nudged her a little bit. "Aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?"

Suzanne laughed and said to her daughter. "I didn't recognize you none neither, not without no cum drippin' down your face. Why, you're clean all over instead of drippin' with cum from head to toe! What's the matter? Didn't they learn you nuthin' at school today? Oh, but dearie me! Where's my manners? This is my daughter, Doris Duke. Doris, meet Mr. Big Cock."

Alan held out his hand so Amy could shake it. "The name's Alan, actually. Pleased to meet you."

Amy looked at Alan's outstretched hand with feigned puzzlement. "What's he tryin' to do there, Daisy? Is that somethin' them Yankees do up north? Don't he know how us Duke women greet strange men and say 'Howdy'?" She grinned at Suzanne like the cat that ate the canary.

Suzanne stopped and thought about that for a few moments and then groaned in disappointment. In her normal voice, she whispered at Amy, but loud enough for Alan to hear, "You really have some cheek today, Honey Pie. You're supposed to stay in the basement and just watch on video with the others. But I'll admit, you got me this time." She pulled up and completely off Alan's prick and stood back, shaking her head at her stacked daughter in amazement and frustration.

Amy, always eager to shed her clothes, quickly got rid of her thin shirt. Then she managed to remove her cut-off jeans, but it was a difficult task since they were on so tightly. The process of removing them involved a lot of squirming and wiggling as Amy stood directly over Alan's erection.

Alan felt like he was dying of anticipation, but on the other hand, the view of Amy's ass slowly coming into view was nearly as good as any sex act.

Amy finally took Suzanne's place, settling down on top of Alan's stiffness with a happy sigh. "This is what we do instead of shakin' hands, Mr. Big Cock. Good ol' Southern hospitality."

Alan gasped and his eyes actually crossed as he felt Amy's incredibly tight and silky smooth pussy reluctantly stretch widely around him. Then he held his gasp because the feelings just got better and better as her pussy slid wetly down around his straining shaft with agonizing slowness. His second sister didn't have her mother's amazingly talented internal muscle control, but then again, she didn't need it. She was so naturally tight that any extra squeezing on top of the way her pussy was built might prove to be more painful than pleasurable. No one else he'd tried could hold a candle to Amy for tightness, either in front or in back.

Suzanne watched Alan and Amy fuck for a couple of minutes. Amy was quite the screamer during vaginal sex and she was rapidly working her way up in volume already. Suzanne was more than a bit miffed by the interruption of her pleasure, and her pussy was none too pleased. She stood impatiently with folded arms for a minute or two then dropped one hand down to her clit. She thought, I'm so hot and bothered that if I don't get something in me like two minutes ago already, my pussy is going to burst into flames! Damn that girl! But still, she figured she should reward Amy a little bit for her cleverness, not to mention her boldness. A key goal of the Plummer females was to keep Alan constantly aroused, and this was just the kind of initiative they needed.

Amy, though, knew that she was pushing her luck. Getting between Alan's penis and Suzanne's pussy was like getting between a mother grizzly bear and her cub. Also, she could tell that Alan was about to cum at any moment, and if he did Suzanne would be even more peeved at her intrusion. So, after just a minute or two of very vocal riding, she got off. "Thanks, Ma!" she said, still with an accent. "This one's a keeper!"

Now it was Suzanne's turn to both surprise and test Amy. Still standing there, looking annoyed, she said, "Doris, ain't you forgettin' somethin'?"

"What, Ma?"

"Aren't you going to thank Mr. Big Cock here for him letting you fuck him?"

Alan was so overcome that he let out a small whimper. He was squeezing his PC muscle for dear life, but had no energy left for anything else.

Amy said while suppressing a giggle, "Oh. Right!" She dropped to her knees and took Alan's hard erection into her mouth. She began sucking like a vacuum while nearly taking it to the base. Repeatedly. She'd been practicing her deep throating skills, although she still hadn't conquered her gag reflex problem.

Alan was so overcome by pleasure that he didn't know which way was up. He was sweating like a pig and felt completely drained. The only reason he hadn't cum yet was that he was still straining his PC muscle with all his might, just to see what these two might come up with next.

Suzanne let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "That's better. I'll tell ya, kids today. They ain't got no manners. Why, half her classes have cocksuckin' in the title and still she forgets the basic cocksuckin' rule."

Alan somehow managed to croak out, "Wha- what's that?"

"'If a cock ain't bein' fucked, make sure it's bein' sucked.' Is that so hard to remember? It even rhymes. Why, they spend hundreds and hundreds of hours at school just practicin' that one rule, and she still just plumb forgets it sometimes. When she walks rat past any untended cock, much less one so big and throbbin' like this here stiffy, she's disrespectin' the whole Duke clan. For shame!"

Suzanne dropped between Alan's knees, too. Amy made room for her and she began licking the topmost sensitive parts of Alan's penis along with her daughter. As she licked, she complained, "I blame the gub'mint. Look what they done to her, makin' her come and go to school wearin' them clothin' thingies. Why, technically she's supposed to sit in a chair all day, though luckily the teacher don't make her suffer like that."

"No?" Alan asked. "What's he make you do, Doris?"

Amy stopped licking the sensitive underside of her brother's penis momentarily so she could talk with her drawl. "Why, he's got me in the front of the class givin' me his personal attention. He just loves personally practicin' that one rule Ma was talkin' about. I's either fuckin', suckin', titfuckin', or gettin' rammed up the ass - that's my favorite, by the way - nearly every cotton pickin' minute of the whole damn day! He says us Duke girls are the best fuckers in the class. You should see the way them McCoy girls get jealous, almost always havin' to settle for tiny boy cock in most classes."

Suzanne added proudly, "That's my sister! She gets the most prized 'seat' in the whole class: underneath the teacher's desk, or sprawled spread-eagled on top of it."

"Sister?" Alan asked between grimacing teeth. "I thought she's your daughter."

"She's both, naturally. Ain't you never been 'round where we live before? You know, Pappy breeds all his daughters personally. Why, when one of his daughters is at that most fertile time of the month, he'll hardly lets anyone else fuck her, at least not outside of family. Isn't that how folks do it up in Yankee country, too?"

Alan groaned loudly. "Ugh! Stop it, you two! I'm getting too turned on!" He was straining with all his might because he wanted the great time to never end. He thought, I've never seen Amy act more Suzanne-like. She's channeling Suzanne's Daisy Duke persona so uncannily that it's like they're operating with a shared hive-mind or something. A particularly strong surge of desire washed through him, causing him to yell, "Please, at least a break! Have mercy!"

Suzanne looked at Amy from mere inches away. Their tongues met up at the head of his penis, and the tips of their tongues dueled with each other outside of their mouths for a few moments. Even though Alan wasn't being stimulated directly for a moment, the sound of mother and daughter moaning in ecstasy more than made up for the lack of their touching him.

But finally Suzanne just pulled away, leaving Amy to Alan's penis. She sat back on her heels and just admired the scene.

Amy, though, didn't like it. She stopped licking long enough to say, "Mother! What are you doing? This is no time for lollygagging! Look! There's just so much cock and so little tongue. Help me!" She was so distraught that she temporarily dropped her Southern accent.

Suzanne chucked, and said out of her role, "You're doing fine, Honey Pie. I'm just admiring my son and daughter. I'm so happy to see you two love each other. I'm just thinking about what a lucky, loving family we all are. Do you realize I'm living my ultimate fantasy? And I'm loving it!"

"MoooOOOOoooom!" Amy pouted. "Come on! Brother's cock needs tongues! Geez Louise! Look at this long and tragically untongued thing! You know he needs two tongues at the very minimum!"

Alan was loving the way Amy was running her tongue around and around his penis head when she wasn't talking and even most of the time when she was. His mind boggled at Amy's "two tongues" statement, but he figured he wasn't in a big rush to contradict it.

Getting back into character, Amy added, "This ain't no time for philoso-fulla-phizer- whatever the heck it is them hoity-toity types do. Daisy! Come on, it's more fun when we work as a team!"

Suzanne chuckled some more, but she withdrew and stood up instead of joining in again. "Sorry, darling, I's gettin' too old. I reckon I could rest a spell. Pappy called all his first generation daughters to his bed last night, and you know how tirin' that can be. Then this mornin', I've had so many brothers and uncles in me that, well... it was even more than usual!"

"Wow," Amy replied as she stood up too. "I'm s'posin' I could take a rest, too. My stomach is still burstin' with cum from the bus ride home. You know how that hugely black bus driver always claims engine trouble so he can pull off the side of the road and get a few fucks in with the prettiest blonde girls to drain those gigantic balls of his."

Suzanne rolled her eyes in sympathetic exasperation. "Typical. Things just ain't been right around here since that damned President Lincoln. But what really gets my goat is when that driver drops you off and then comes inside to do me. What cheek!"

"Yeah," Amy said, "That Jerome has some cheek. What really gets me is that he's so big and he knows how tight I am. It hurts, but it hurts so good, you know? Momma, how it is that I get fucked so many times a day and I'm still so tight? All those hard and thick and throbbing cocks shoot so many gallons of cum inside of my tiny slit and yet I'm always tight as a virgin!"

Alan couldn't take it any more. Amy was as tight as she claimed to be in the story, and the pressure on his penis from all directions felt too good to be believed. He let out a great groan. "Hold on. Hold on. ... Ahhh!"

They had stopped too late. Even though no one was touching him any more, his penis couldn't come back from the brink. A steady stream of cum began to shoot up into the air. But with Amy sitting too far back and Suzanne standing a few feet away, there was nothing to stop the cum from flying as high as it could go.

Amy immediately grabbed Alan's penis to direct the torrent (and jack him off a little more).

Suzane quickly drew near to get in on the action. The two women quickly stuck their free hands out and either intercepted the cum or let it fall back down on them. It was like playing with the water in a public fountain. It was fun. When it was all over, they high-fived each other, slapping their sticky hands together. Working as a successful team to make their lover feel good made them feel very good, too.

"Wow, that was a big one!" Amy said happily when it was all over. She'd squeezed and stroked it until the very end to try to get out every last drop she could.

Alan realized that indeed it was an unusually large load, even by his better than average standards. Cum seemed to be everywhere, like in the cum shots seen in professional pornography but rarely in real life. He wondered if that was because the Daisy Duke role play always seemed to inspire him in an extra special way.

He sighed with great contentment. He practically felt like he'd died and had been reborn. "That's better. I really needed that release. Phew! ... Can we just, like, hang out in the bed and chill for a while? Just some cuddling while I rest up? And no more Duke girls! I don't think I can take any more mental stimulation."

That idea was well received. Alan lay down first, and then Suzanne lay down next to him after having finally taking off the rest of her clothes. Amy, though, was still being mischievous and lay face down, in reverse, on top of the other two.

Alan found himself with his head between Amy's legs, and her pussy resting right on his neck. That put her ass practically in his face. He also noted that she'd cleverly positioned herself with her mouth right over Suzanne's pussy. Alan laughed. He said with mock frustration, "You see the kind of thing I have to put up with around here? No one can understand a simple request."

They just lay there for a few minutes, mostly to let Alan recover.

But all that naked flesh couldn't remain in such close proximity without something sexual happening before long. Amy started just playfully sniffing around Suzanne's pussy, but before long she was happily lapping away.

With Alan's penis both completely flaccid and all the way across Amy's body, Suzanne was content to just sit back and enjoy Amy's attentions on her needy pussy. She figured that Alan had had more than enough for a while.

Alan meanwhile, had the tiny rosebud of Amy's pink asshole practically shoved into his nose. He realized that during their last time together he hadn't done all that much in the way of sexy exploration in and around her ass. Now was a good time to make up for that. He started by sniffing around and was pleased to find that Amy's ass was remarkably clean and actually pleasantly fragrant. He was curious about her sensitivity and responsiveness - what would it take for him to make her feel as good as she'd just made him feel? He began licking up and down her ass crack and around her perineum, the area between her asshole and pussy, but took special care not to touch her asshole itself.

Amy's body tensed up from the first moment Alan's tongue began to explore. Within moments, she lifted her head and gasped quite loudly because what he was doing felt so great. Trembling shivers raced outwards from Alan's touch. Soon, her entire body was lightly vibrating and she mewled and sighed at Alan's loving and tender oral attentions to her rear end.

Alan kissed and tongued the firmness of Amy's twitching buttocks. Sometimes he gently bit at them as if her ass was the most delicious sweet fruit he had ever tasted, and at other times he dug his fingers deep into her bountiful flesh.

Amy loved it all. She began groaning louder and louder with each passing minute. Her mouth was also pressed into Suzanne's pussy, which made it difficult for her to say anything coherent.

Unfortunately for Suzanne, Amy was so taken by Alan's anal play that she was barely capable of properly licking her mother. But Suzanne didn't mind too much because she was enjoying seeing her daughter having such a wonderful time.

Alan paused momentarily in his oral attentions and mused aloud, "You know what? I'm too greedy. All of you are so generous and loving, I never can give enough back. Like earlier when you two took turns sitting on me, I let you do all the work. I need to learn some new tricks. How about something like this?" He tilted his head forward and stuck his tongue into Amy's anus.

Amy let out a long, drawn out, happy moan. Little shivers raced up and down her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Even though she tried to relax, her anus repeatedly spasmed in delight at Alan's oral penetration. Her thighs closed around the sides of Alan's face as her ankles crossed behind his head. With her knees behind his ears, Amy was able to bend her legs, bringing her crossed ankles forward to apply pressure on the back of Alan's head with her calves and push his face deeper into her ass. At the same time, she rocked her hips back and forth to increase the depth of this new and deliciously exciting anal penetration.

Alan found his tongue and face driven so strongly into Amy's ass that he could barely breathe. He chuckled to himself, This would be an interesting way to go: death by ass! I think this experiment is proving far too successful!

Suzanne was impressed at Alan's boldness in putting his tongue where it was. She remembered that, not that many weeks ago, a less mature Alan had derided any anal contact as being "gay" and too disgusting to contemplate. She said encouragingly, "Oooh! That is new. Very nice! What do you think, Honey Pie? Are you surprised Alan would do that to you?"

Amy pulled back a bit from her mother's hairy bush and laughed. "Well, I might be a bit more surprised if I hadn't shoved my ass up his nose to start with!" She arched her back and angled her butt for better access by Alan's mouth while laughing some more. "But Mother! It's so great! Superwondertasmic, even! It just feels so unbelievawonderliciouslyfantasmigorically great! Keep doing what you're doing, Brother!"

Suzanne further encouraged, "Honey Pie, I think this shows just how much he loves you. Especially that he'd do this for the first time with you."

Amy groaned so loudly at that that it was more of a scream. "OH! MOTHER!" She was beside herself with joy. "Alan, my love! Oh! I love you so much! Don't stop! "

Alan would have liked to say how much he loved her too, but Amy's calves were pressing his head into her ass even more insistently than before. He counted himself lucky that he was able to keep licking and breathing.

The three of them kept on like that for a while. Amy had a deeply satisfying anal orgasm. Then she grew more relaxed, but didn't want the fun to stop just yet. She worked her mouth on Suzanne at a languid pace, while Alan took the same pace as he continued to work on and into Amy's ass. He rightly figured that he couldn't give her enough stimulation there. He was still flaccid but didn't care at the moment; sometimes it was true that it was better to give than to receive.

Much of Alan's attention was spent on testing out licking and piercing her asshole with his tongue. Even a week or two ago, he would have found the idea too disgusting to contemplate, but now he couldn't see what his problem had been, assuming the ass he was enjoying had been properly cleaned. Amy had obviously gone to great lengths to prepare her ass for any intimacy; it even appeared that she had used some kind of subtle perfume on it. Alan certainly had no doubts about how much Amy was enjoying what he was doing to her and how much she looked forward to any anal attentions from him. Her constant and very vocal moans of pleasure were all the reward he needed to keep going.

But that wasn't all he did. He used his fingers as well as his tongue to probe whatever he pleased all over Amy's ass. She obviously was blessed with more pleasure nerves there than most, so anything he tried seemed to be a hit. And with the slow pace, it seemed like he could do this all day.

CHAPTER 5

All of a sudden, the door to Alan's room slammed open as Katherine and Susan burst in. Both of them were dressed in similar Daisy Duke styled outfits. Both wore cut-off blue jeans shorts cut down so dramatically that they practically looked like bikini bottoms. Katherine had cut up a flannel shirt to the size of a bikini top and then tied it in the front. However, Susan felt so proud of her F-cup chest that at the last minute she had shucked off the skimpy shirt she'd carefully prepared. They looked fantastic.

Alan took one look over the curves of Amy's delectable buttocks, saw the two of them, and burst into laughter.

Soon everyone else, including Katherine and Susan, was laughing too.

Alan joked, but also with heartfelt appreciation, "If they gave out Nobel Prizes for sexiest Daisy Duke outfits, I think we'd have all four of this year's finalists right here."

Amy replied, "Well, they should!" She sounded so sincere and adamant that everyone laughed even more than they already would have.

Once Alan calmed down a bit, he said, "I think I can figure out what happened here. Suzanne was supposed to have me all to herself, but Amy got clever, picked up on Suzanne's role play, and joined in. The two of you saw that, probably while watching us on video from the basement, and figured, 'Why not me?' Then you did the exact same thing as Amy. But unfortunately, the excitement's all over. We're winding down now and just chilling out."

Susan stomped her foot on the floor in frustration. "Oh, poo! I told you Angel, we shouldn't have spent so much time on the costumes."

Katherine explained to the others, "Unlike Amy, we didn't have cut-off jeans to start with, so we ended up ruining two perfectly good pairs of jeans."

Everyone laughed good-naturedly at that.

Alan looked contemplative and said, "Hmm. This opens up all kinds of possibilities. Role plays are great, but we've never done role plays with multiple people." He bent forward and licked the inside of Amy's asshole with his tongue once more, just to feel her gasp and shudder again. Then he slapped her playfully on the butt as a signal that it was time for her to get off of him. He was beginning to grow numb from having all that weight on him for so long.

Amy hopped off. She realized that play time had to come to an end and that Alan had to get back to his work so he could finish before the party started.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the role-play possibilities. "Yes. I think the luckiest boy in Orange County just got a little bit luckier." The wheels began spinning in her head as several different possibilities for more elaborate role plays came to her. She thought out loud, "Imagine, for instance, that little fantasy Doris was describing, of the teacher who's fucking all of his female students. He's not so much teaching as leading an orgy. Wouldn't that be fun to act out?"

Alan replied, while looking off in the distance, imagining, "Hell yeah." His brain nearly exploded as he imagined the likes of Glory, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, Simone, Heather, Amy, Brenda, Xania, and others all sitting in the same classroom, pretending to be students in a sex role play meant just for him. He forced himself to think of other things and pressed on with the conversation, saying, "I have a feeling all these newly cut cut-offs will come in handy. But Mother, you know what I'm thinking? When you dramatically impaled yourself on me earlier, I got this image in my head of all the women in the Duke clan sitting down to dinner on special chairs with wooden dildos built right into the middle of them."

He mentally cursed himself after he said that, because that image was nearly as arousing as the classroom one. He couldn't keep fucking until he dropped; he had to try to get back into homework mode.

"Gosh!" Amy exclaimed. "That sounds like super fun! Serious super duper coolness! What if we actually did that? Who's to stop us?"

Susan, getting over her disappointment and into the spirit of things, said, "No one. No one can stop us. We can do whatever the hell we like. The five of us are going to have sooo much fun for the rest of our lives. In fact, we're just getting started. I know we're always going to be together to share it, too."

Everyone was quiet with their thoughts for a few moments, imagining a road stretching out to the horizon and well beyond it, with years and years of good times together to look forward to.

But then Susan's mood grew more serious and motherly, "Speaking of getting started, Tiger, now that you've had some fun, I think it's time you get back to the books, don't you?" She was trying to show that Suzanne wasn't the only one who could be a responsible mother.

"Oh, man! Unfortunately, you made the break far too enjoyable. How can I go back to the books when my mind is on the Duke girls?" He looked especially at Katherine and Susan, still dressed in their outfits, thinking about all the fun he could have with all four of them at once. He sighed loudly and steeled his resolve. "Okay. Fine. I'll give it a shot. Maybe if I take a shower first, that'll get me in the right mindset."

Suzanne, who had been sitting naked on the edge of the bed, got up and began shooing the others out of the room. "Good call, Susan, good call. Alan, let this be an incentive. Remember all the work that we agreed you'd try to finish today. I know it's a lot, but us four gals have all agreed that there will be no poke-her party for you until you're all done and the work is approved. The sooner you finish, the sooner the fun can begin. So we're all rooting for you to hurry."

Alan knew that he could easily blow past their attempts to restrict him. He could just go downstairs to the poke-her party at any time of his choosing and do whatever the hell he wanted, to whomever the hell he wanted. If anyone had a problem with that, he'd simply tell them, 'No sex for you until you change your mind and let me have my way.' But he didn't want to do that. He truly wanted to do the right thing, get back on track with his studies, and get accepted to a good university. Most of all, he didn't want to let the "bad Alan" win and turn him into the kind of person that he would hate to meet. His greatest fear was becoming some kind of family despot or dictator and losing the special love they all shared.

So, although he was tempted to do otherwise, he just shrugged, nodded, and said, "Maybe I'll hold off on the shower for a while then and use that as another break, later."

He thought, I don't know why I'm so keen on going to college, given that these four are going to out and out kill me with sexual pleasure before the year is over. Seriously! That is, if the football players don't get me first. His back stiffened at that unpleasant reminder of earlier events, but then he forced himself to think of other things. With all the fun he'd just had and the good feelings he still basked in, it was surprisingly easy to put the football player troubles out of his mind, at least for a while.

The others watched from the doorway as he put a shirt on (but still no shorts) and headed back to his computer.

Then Amy said to Katherine, as the two of them started to walk away, "I think we need to check for bumps right now!" That had become their fond nickname for their mutual daily pussy shaving sessions. "I just have to tell you EVERYTHING about Alan's tongue up my ass!"

Susan and Suzanne lingered a little longer, standing near the doorway in a light embrace with each other. Both were so in love with their son that they didn't want to leave.

Alan looked at them and thought, This is completely insane. There they are, standing proudly over their son like some kind of Leave It to Beaver 50's sitcom parents. So serene and approving. But at the same time, they're both freaking completely buck naked and so scorchingly sexy! Even though I feel like I want to sleep for three years non-stop, it's all I can do to stop myself from rushing across the room and fuck them both again and again! It's not fair. It's like I have Venus and Aphrodite as my two parents now. One I might be able to handle, maybe, but two?!

Suzanne's the worst because she never turns off that "come hither and fuck me" look and she does something like walking down the hallway so sensuously that it's like she's having sex with the whole room as she goes. In fact, even as I sit here, she's subtly and rhythmically pressing one of her tits into Susan's as if to say, "Don't you want to be in the middle of a four tits fuck sandwich right now?" Arrgh! How can I concentrate on my homework? How could anybody?! Maybe I need to start downing Viagra a couple times a day just to survive around here. Geez!

Alan tried to focus on other things to help distract his attention from his two hot moms. A question popped into his mind, thanks to the recent reminder of his football player problem. "Suzanne? Before you go, I have a question for you. You said earlier this afternoon that you have a plan to help take care of the thugs that are after me? What is it? It'd be nice to feel like I don't have to worry about that any more."

Suzanne looked over at Susan briefly. "Actually, it's something both of your mothers are going to help out with. All those brutes are real flesh and blood people with mothers and fathers. I presume most of their parents would be appalled by their behavior, if they knew about it, but there are a lot of spoiled latchkey kids in this neighborhood. The plan is to befriend the parents, especially the mothers. If you just give me the full names of the worst troublemakers, I can pretty much guarantee you that Susan and/or I will be like long lost sisters to their mothers by the end of this weekend. Then there's so many possibilities to work with at that point, if one can just keep an eye open. Mostly, I plan to pump them for information on their kids so I can find out what makes their little brats tick. For instance, what if one of them has an unrequited crush on a certain girl? How can we use that to our advantage?"

Alan was impressed, but disappointed at the same time. "That sounds good, but it also sounds like a long term plan."

"Unfortunately, yes," Suzanne conceded as one of her hands idly explored Susan's ass cheeks. "I have a feeling that some of those thugs will soon find themselves getting an earful from suddenly much more attentive parents, but will that be enough to help if there's an immediate plan against you? I don't know."

"But you think you'll be able to make an impact by Monday?" Alan asked. "I suppose that's okay, unless they try something at the football game on Friday. There's no way Amy or Katherine can get out of their responsibilities there."

"Well, Sweetie, I hope we'll start to make an impact by Monday, but there are so many unknown variables. My tactics will take a little time to bear fruit, and that's assuming you can find their names. I've been trying to learn from Brad what he knows about your enemies, but he hasn't said much because of divided loyalties. However, just a couple of hours ago I told him about the threat to Amy and he was suddenly a lot more forthcoming. The only problem is that he says that those guys have never forgotten that he's Amy's brother, so they could very well be feeding him disinformation. This is very, very tricky stuff. You've stirred up a hornet's nest at the school with your sexual prowess, my love. No doubt about it. I'm sorry, but there's no quick and easy fix."

Susan joked, "I think one solution is to show off that prowess more at home and less at school." Actually, it wasn't exactly a joke, since that was also her strong desire. Everyone knew that so she teased with an infectious happiness, "That's just my completely unbiased opinion, of course."

"Of course," Alan replied, rolling his eyes but grinning. He recalled not so long ago when Susan was too uptight to have a sense of humor, and greatly enjoyed this newly revealed side to her. "And thanks for the help. I love you both so much. You're far too good for me."

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Pshaw. Speaking for myself at least, it's my pleasure," she purred suggestively, "and then some. You know me, I'm just happy to have a fun new scheme to sink my teeth into."

Alan nodded. But inwardly he thought, Names! How am I going to get all the names? I know a few for sure, like Ryan and Rock, but for most of the rest I'm just making an educated guess. How do I separate the criminals from the mere assholes? There are so many egotistical assholes on that team. Could, maybe, the names Amy got be right? How can we be sure?

Susan and Suzanne continued to stand together in a light embrace and watch their son as he finally started to turn his attention back to his homework. They silently beamed with approval. Then, together, they pulled his door handle closed behind them and let him be.

CHAPTER 6

Several miles away, Brenda was slowly going out of her mind. She was so excited at the prospect of her big evening that she couldn't keep still. She wanted everything to be perfect for her official unveiling as the Plummer family maid and sex slave. She had changed clothes again and again, choosing between a wide variety of outfits that she'd bought in recent days. A large number of them were French maid outfits. Even though it was only five o'clock, she was stressing out over the upcoming Plummer house party and hoped that trying on the outfits would help pass the time.

Her son Adrian was watching on the house video system with a mixture of arousal and alarm. The arousal hardly needed explaining - it was beyond incredible for him to see his mother changing from one outfit to another, dozens of times. She was naked most of the time, but even when she was "dressed" in the any of the outfits she was still basically naked, since every single one left her breasts, ass, and shaved pussy uncovered. He'd been hard and on the brink of climax pretty much ever since arriving home, masturbating to the live video feed of Brenda in her bedroom.

Little did he realize, but she knew exactly where the hidden cameras in the room were, and she was playing to the cameras as she put on each outfit.

However, Adrian was also alarmed because his mother seemed to be very agitated. She was so frazzled that it seemed to him as if she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Only the presence of the old maid Anika reassuring her and giving fashion advice seemed to keep Brenda from totally losing it. Adrian felt a strong desire to go to Brenda's room and talk to her and comfort her, even if that meant ending his long and extremely pleasurable wanking session. He was genuinely worried and also puzzled by what was making her act like this.

He thought, It goes without saying that Momma has NEVER dressed or acted this way around me before. For as long as I can remember, she's always tried to dress down and hide her incredibly sexy body, as if that's even remotely possible! But at least she's tried most of the time. Okay, except when she'd bare her cleavage to get better treatment from impressionable men, true. But this is different. She's flaunting everything she has in every way possible. It's completely unreal! I'm going to have enough masturbation material from today alone to last a lifetime. But I really should go and ask why she's so distraught. We're the only family, really, that the other one has got. I have to help her in any way I can.

He paused. But on the other hand... I don't have any excuse to go barging in and ask what the problem is. How am I supposed to know there's something wrong when I'm not supposed to be able to see and hear what she's doing? I'd rather have my back whipped raw than have to give up my secret spying with the house video system. She's no dummy; what if she puts two and two together and figures out why I picked that moment to come in and check on her? Maybe I should just wait a while first, and see if I can pick up on some clues...

As Adrian watched, he kept hearing his mother talk about an 'Alan' in what could only be described as worshipful tones. He remembered the day before hearing his mother talking about being mistress to a man with a harem, and he made the obvious deduction that this 'Alan' was the one with the harem. This alarmed him, but he was so aroused that he didn't think too much about what his mother's words meant. He would worry about that later, when he didn't have an urgently throbbing erection in his hand. He generally assumed she must be exaggerating, figuring that it was impossible for anyone in a place like Orange County to have an actual harem or anything like it.

He continued to watch as Brenda threw her latest outfit to the floor and began walking around her bedroom in circles. Her boobs were so big that she had to hold them with both hands at times like this when she was quickly walking or running. She complained to Anika as she paced, "Good Lord, it's hopeless! Nothing I can wear is good enough! How can I compete?! There are going to be so many sexpots there. So many! He'll hardly notice me!"

Anika consoled, "Shush. Vhy do you say dat? I know deese boys deese days. All dey tink about is de boobies. And Brenda dearie, you have the wery biggest boobies any boy could ever vant."

Elsewhere in the house, Adrian nodded his head in complete agreement.

Brenda turned to Anika, where she was sitting on a couch doing some last minute sewing to one of Brenda's outfits, and rushed right up to her. "But Anika! The competition! We're talking about the likes of Susan and Suzanne here! These are some of the most curvy and sexy women on the whole planet! Did I tell you Susan is an F-cup now?"

"Only about a million times deese past two days," Anika said while loudly tapping her foot on the floor. This was a preset signal she had with Brenda to remind the buxom mother to be careful about what she was saying. It wasn't wise to name names, lest that give Adrian some clues as to the real identities of who was being discussed.

But Brenda was so nervous that she didn't even notice the loud tapping. She continued, "And she's lactating now too! How can I compete with that?! And then there's guests like Xania! Dammit, she's probably a good E-cup too, at least! And she's sexy all over, too, just like the rest of them. With so many hot fucks around, I'll be lucky if Master fucks me even once tonight!"

Anika's foot was rapidly and loudly tapping now. It was bad enough that Brenda was carelessly naming unusual names like Xania, but even worse was Brenda's use of the word 'Master.' Anika was well aware that Suzanne had given orders that Adrian wasn't to hear terms like that until he was mentally prepared for them and she'd given the okay.

Yet Brenda still seemed oblivious to Anika's warnings. Anika wanted to do something more drastic, maybe even get up and shake Brenda by her shoulders if that was what it took. But she was limited in what she could say or do, since Adrian undoubtedly was secretly watching them and she didn't want to do anything to give away the fact that both she and Brenda knew perfectly well that he could see and hear them at this very moment.

Anika decided that now was a good time to start a coughing fit.

But Brenda went on, flapping her arms in agitation, which set her enormous breasts bouncing around crazily. "I mean, we're talking about a Supreme Fuck Lord here. Of course the competition is going to be incredible. Master will settle for nothing less than a perfect ten. But am I good enough? Am I worthy of the harem? That's the big question! I know I have the tits, but maybe they're a little TOO big? I mean, why doesn't he titfuck me more often? And the rest of my body is just so- Anika, are you okay?" Brenda had finally noticed Anika's dramatic coughing and bent forward to check on her trusted maid and close friend.

Adrian watched the image of Brenda bent over at a right angle and zoomed the camera in to focus on his mother's butt. He loved the way that any camera could be zoomed in or out and adjusted in many other ways, and had developed not only the ability to control the camera, and to switch between cameras with one hand while jacking off with the other, but also some skill in doing so.

He was so aroused at the sight of his mother's pussy peeking (and already slightly leaking) between her thighs that he had to let go of his penis for fear of cumming. He'd been quickly learning that he had to pace out his orgasms or he'd be wiped out within two hours of getting home from school. Lately his mother had kept him in a near constant state of arousal virtually every hour that the both of them were home, for as long as his penis could last. So he'd had plenty of practice in recent days to hone his camera control skills.

He froze for a moment because it looked as if Brenda was looking right at him while she remained bent over. It looked as if she was encouraging him with a friendly smile. But, not knowing that she knew exactly where the cameras were placed, he dismissed her stare into his eyes as mere coincidence and resumed stroking himself.

Yet at the same time he was enjoying the view, his brain was doing somersaults inside his head. It was tough enough to fathom the word "Master," but "Supreme Fuck Lord" completely fried his circuits. Something inside the shy boy finally snapped. He stood up and started to rush to his mother's bedroom to find out what was going on with her.

However, after taking a couple of steps, he could feel his erection flopping around, so he stopped long enough to stuff it into his shorts and make his crotch at least passingly presentable. Then he continued hurrying through the house with a mixture of confusion, indignation, and worry.

About a minute later, he burst into Brenda's bedroom without even knocking. He was going to say, "What's this about a 'Supreme Fuck Lord'?! What the heck does that mean?!" But he was struck speechless by the sight of his mother standing buck naked only ten feet in front of him. By contrast, he hardly noticed that Anika was in the room as well. As great as the house video system was, it was another thing entirely to see a naked woman in the flesh and just a few feet away.

Brenda stood up from her position over Anika and turned to the door, once again cradling her breasts in her arms like she was holding up two firm yet pillowy bowling balls. She asked with puzzlement, "Aidy?!"

It took some moments for Adrian to remember what he was going to say. Then, somehow, he remembered that if he used words like "Supreme Fuck Lord" he'd be giving away the fact that he was eavesdropping on them, and he might not be able to enjoy his voyeuristic abuse of the house video system any longer. So he was struck speechless. Completely speechless. He didn't have Alan's talent to make up a good excuse on the spot, not when he was as aroused as he was at the moment. It didn't help that he could see his mother's bare shaven and very wet pussy as she simply stood there as if there was nothing unusual about her being totally nude.

Then there was the smell. It was amazing enough for him to actually see a few rivulets of cum on his mother's thighs, but to smell her cum too on top of everything else completely fried his mental circuits. Brenda's cum was quite pungent. He'd smelled it many times before in the last few weeks since she was so easily turned on and lubricated so heavily whenever she was. He'd immediately fallen in love with the sexy aroma of his mother in heat. He took very overt sniffs of the air to better savor the experience. He knew it was a rude thing to do, but he couldn't help himself.

He thought, Jesus Christ! If I could just reach out and touch her, I'd achieve the ultimate nirvana! Perfect joy! Oh my God, my heart is pounding so hard! And that SMELL! It's like I'm inside her pussy!

Luckily, Anika stepped into the breach with the comment, "Brenda, looks like Aidy here is vorried about you. He must be able to detect your nervousness."

Adrian's first thought was, No, I can detect the overwhelming smell of Momma's hot and bothered pussy! But luckily he didn't say that, and managed to recover his senses somewhat. Finally, after his breathing calmed down some, he said, "That's - that's right! Momma, things have been so strange around here lately, but today, well... this just takes the cake! Since I got home, you've been acting like, I dunno, a heroin junkie or something. I mean, you're seriously freaking me out!"

Brenda walked over to her son and unreservedly enveloped him in a hug. "Oh, Pooh Bear! That's so sweet that you noticed and are worried about me. What a cutie! Anika, isn't he just the best son, ever?" She was a couple of inches taller than him in her high heel shoes, so she had to crouch down a bit to get eye to eye.

She knew that embracing him like this would make him happy, but she didn't realize just how deep his passions ran. The only thing that could make him any more overjoyed at that moment was if he could have reached up and groped her rack and/or kissed her on the lips, but he was far too shy to give either a try.

Anika coughed a couple of times, but seeing that wasn't a very effective warning signal at the moment, she said, "Brenda, bevare. Your dress, vell, I should say, you're wery exposed..." She blushed a little bit for Brenda's sake.

Brenda looked down at herself and laughed. "Oopsie! Sorry, Aidy. As you can see, I'm dressing for the party and I can't decide what to wear." But she didn't make any attempt to pull away. She could feel Adrian's hard-on pressing against her thigh. Even though his shorts were a barrier between them, she loved the feel of it just the same.

She thought, It's not the tree trunk monster that my Master has, but then again, what is? It's still a lovely thing and I'll bet it could fill me up just fine! Ooh, that's so naughty - mommy fucking! If he just pulls it out and moves it a few inches over-

Anika remembered her role given by Suzanne to make sure things didn't progress too quickly between mother and son. She said in a loud and unavoidable voice, "Brenda, can I speak to you for a moment?" She made it sound much more like an order than a question.

Brenda was forced to pull away from her son, just as she was beginning to rub her thigh up against his throbbing and overheated erection. Her breasts seemed to have completely enveloped and suffocated his chest, and she loved the feeling as much as he did. She did manage to eventually disengage though. She turned to Anika with her hands still on Adrian's shoulders.

Anika beckoned Brenda nearer with a crooked finger and a dark look. (Adrian was completely oblivious to most anything Anika was doing - all he could think about was the tingling on his chest.)

Brenda reluctantly let go of her son altogether and bent over in front of him. She made sure to stick her ass up high in her son's direction and keep her legs spread apart as much as possible. She hoped to give Adrian such a great view of her pussy that he'd lose control and reach out to touch it. "What is it?" she asked impatiently.

Anika said quietly, "Do I haf to mention you're not vearing a stitch of clothing?"

Brenda rolled her eyes a bit in exasperation. She pushed her ass further up and back, hoping to give her son naughty ideas, but all to no avail.

Adrian was scared shitless of doing the wrong thing. He was completely lost at sea with this new way his mother was behaving and was determined not to do anything he wasn't explicitly given permission to do. If he could have read Brenda's thoughts, things would have been very different, but he couldn't. He didn't even have a clue on how to read her many obvious non-verbal cues.

Brenda considered stepping back until she could push her ass and pussy right into her son. She imagined Adrian taking his hard-on out of his shorts and rubbing it all over her ass. But she thought about Anika telling Suzanne and then considered the implications of Suzanne getting mad. She imagined all kinds of cruel punishments to follow, and not the "good" ones like spanking, either. With a horrified start, she imagined not being allowed to go to the poke-her party later. She aborted stepping backwards, and with a forlorn sigh, stood back up to turn around and look at her son.

Now facing him, she idly ran her index finger down into her cleavage, pretending to chase down the rivulet of sweat that dripped far down into it. "Pooh Bear, remember what I told you yesterday, when I said that my, uh, lover, wants me to practice my seduction techniques? Remember that I warned you that you might be seeing a lot more of me and I asked you if you could handle it? Well, can you handle it? Maybe you can stay for a while and give me some suggestions on what I need to wear to the party. That is, if you can put up with seeing me naked." She was rubbing her hand between her breasts for no apparent reason, now.

Adrian had so many things he wanted to say that he felt like exploding. Mostly, he wanted to yell, "You mean 'Master' not 'lover,' don't you?!" But he managed to avoid screaming that, mostly in his haste to assure his mother that she didn't have to get dressed on his account. He said, "Of course, I can handle it! But this party. What party?" All the while, his eyes remained riveted to her cleavage. The way she was still idly stroking herself there did wonders to mute his anger.

Brenda walked the short distance to her son again and gave him another tight hug. She was so wired with sexual energy that it took great effort for her to stop with mere hugging.

The friendly all-over squeeze made Adrian stop breathing for a while. It also nearly caused him to cum in his shorts, especially since he felt his mother's hands accidentally brush over his erection (or at least, he assumed it was an accident). His hands also migrated down to her ass without any conscious decision on his part. But once they were there, clenching her ass cheeks quite strongly, he found himself unable to pull them away. Everything was so incredible that he could scarcely believe what was happening. It was like it was happening to someone else and he was just watching the movie of it, except that he could smell and feel his mother so very vividly.

He thought, Her boobs! My momma's boobs! They're so impossibly huge and yet so indescribably soft! And warm! And squishy and good and amazing and wonderful, and well, everything! Not only that, but the ass! I actually have my hands on her ass! This is awesome! What kind of cruel fate has given me such a mother that I can see and now even touch, but be cursed to go no further?! If only I could tease and tickle and suckle on her. Momma, I'd love you with my fingertips, my lips, my tongue, even my thing. Especially my thing! Oh God, if she only knew what she's doing to me right now, she'd disown me! This is such cruel pleasure! And now she has a new lover and worships the ground he walks on. Life is so unfair!

Brenda quietly said, "Aidy, you're just the best son I could ever hope for! You're so accepting of my role in his harem, and I love you for it. Remember what I said yesterday about the harem?"

Adrian nodded dumbly. Then he blurted out, "You mean Alan's harem. Your master!" He tried to say it accusingly, but it came out more as simple amazement.

Anika coughed loudly, forcing Brenda to give up the hug and back up a bit.

Adrian was very disappointed that he had to let go of his mother's ass.

Brenda looked a bit surprised, then said, "Oh? Did you overhear me saying all that? Well, you're right. Yes, Alan is my Master's name. My Master. Alan." She stared off into space and said the name reverently. It was obvious from her tone of voice and the expression on her face that the word "Master" was capitalized each and every time she used it.

But what really blew Adrian away was that her entire body straightened up and stiffened as if for inspection while she drifted off into a daydream about her Master. In fact, she was fantasizing about Alan barking for her to "assume the position." Her chest thrust forward even more than usual, which was saying a lot, and her nipples seemed to grow even stiffer and longer than they already were. She longed to be in that position in front of Alan for real in a matter of hours. Just thinking about presenting herself to Alan like that gave her a great rush.

Then her mental focus seemed to snap back to reality, although her body continued to stand stiffy with her back arched and her chest thrust proudly forward. She continued, "You're right, it's his party. The weekly poke-her party. That's where I'm going to be every Wednesday night from now on. I hope you don't mind. Think of it as Momma's night out on the town."

Again, Adrian was so overwhelmed he hardly knew what to say. His eyes were wide as saucers, the shock, arousal, and confusion plainly evident in them. His mother was leaning so far forward that her nipples were lightly brushing up against his shirt. The only thing stopping him from cumming at any second was the mortal shame of getting found out. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't think. He struggled in vain to form a sentence. He finally ended up just blurting out, "'Poke-her party'?!"

Brenda giggled. She finally eased her stance and stepped back. Then she turned back to her closet - she had a closet containing nothing but French maid uniforms now - and began looking at outfits again. She felt a lot better since her son had come in and expressed his concern. She said gaily, "Yeah. A funny name, isn't it? Poke. Her. Party. That's what it is, since he ends up poking us all. You know what I mean by poking, don't you? Tonight there's going to be six big-titted nymphos there. Can you just imagine what kind of superior man he must be, to manhandle and fuck all those horny sexpots in one evening? Is it any wonder that he owns my body and my soul?"

She shivered with delight as she imagined sitting on top of her master and bouncing on his stiffness. She wasn't sure which made her more happy and aroused, her thoughts of Alan or her thoughts of Adrian. Luckily, she didn't have to choose and she luxuriated in her fantasies of being with both of them. She could have stayed in that heavenly state for hours, but she remembered the need to get ready for the party. She resumed looking at her clothes with a blissful expression. She was well aware that she was still buck naked and her son was standing within arm's length, ravenously devouring her body with his eyes.

She thought, For anyone who might question my lifestyle choices, if only they could feel what I'm feeling right now! It can't possibly get any better! Oh, Aidy! Touch me!

CHAPTER 7

Anika slowly got up and walked over to her troublesome boss. She suspected that Brenda was about to do something even more rash because the buxom mother had showed almost no self-restraint whatsoever so far. Anika knew that the burden of following Suzanne's wise orders fell to her in this situation. Adrian had to be slowly psychologically conditioned to accept a very tricky situation. She said in a low voice, "Brenda, can I speak to you in private? Vithout Aidy?"

Brenda, still blissed out, turned to her son and said, "Pooh Bear, can you step outside for a second and close the door? I'm sure this'll just take a sec."

Adrian backed away and out through the open door without thinking about what he was doing. He was so aroused and emotionally overloaded that he didn't know up from down, but he somehow managed to close the door behind him.

Anika immediately drew close to Brenda's left ear and whispered into it, "Vat are you tinking? Or not tinking!" She knew Adrian would have no time to cross the house to check in by video monitor, so she spoke freely. "Have you forgotten everytink Suzanne told us?! Remember vat she said? 'Go slow.' Dis is not slow! Especially saying dat Alan owns your body and your soul. I tink you've really done it dis time." She shook her head with disappointment.

Brenda nodded her head; some of what Anika said made an impact. She whispered, "Sorry. I'll do better. It's just that I'm so excited!"

Just then, she and Anika heard a loud and prolonged groan out in the hallway. She whispered giddily to her old maid, "Looks like I'm not the only one, heh-heh!"

But Anika continued to chide. "Brenda, vat vill vee say to Suzanne? She vill be mad at me for not stopping you. Me! You haf to slow down. Dat Suzanne, she's a tough one. I don't vant to let her down."

Brenda put her hands together as if in prayer. "Please? Please let me have a bit of fun