Lay Your Hands on Me: Part 2

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, Alan? What about him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simone's eyes grew large as she mentally skipped ahead to where Heather was going with this. Suddenly the weird conversation they'd had earlier in the day where Heather tentatively hinted about wanting more out of her lovers made sense. "You didn't!" she breathed disbelievingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simone was starting to see the teasing possibilities. "Did you find yourself getting smarter after he pumped you full of his nerdy goodness? You're gonna get pimple cooties from him for sure. Oops, I think I see one on your left cheek already."

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

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

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

Feeling very relieved to finally tell someone about these events, Heather just couldn't stop talking. She went on to tell an increasingly incredulous Simone about her third time with Alan, when the two of them had sex in the school parking lot after Simone had passed him her note. The way she painted it, she'd practically **** him in public just for her own twisted amusement. There was no mention of the promises that he'd extracted from her as she begged him to fuck her.

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

But as Simone's laughter died down, she considered Heather more closely. There was something about her blonde friend's demeanor that was extremely odd. Not only was she uncharacteristically uncomfortable, but she seemed wistful and even moved as she described her sexual encounters with Alan. Simone couldn't understand what he could have done to her to elicit such a response from the notoriously hard-hearted girl. She thought about their earlier conversation, and realized that Heather had to be in uncharted emotional waters with her feelings about him. But Simone had to be careful about what she said or asked. She knew that she'd have to keep things light and jokey or else Heather would clam up.

So Simone gently tried to draw out the information she felt Heather was still holding back. "Damn, Heather, you've still got it. That's the crazy bitch I know and love! Knowing you, though, there's more to this Alan guy than what you've said, or you wouldn't be coming back to him two more times already. I noticed both times you were the one to seek HIM out. What gives?"

Heather just stared off into space.

Simone briefly took off her sunglasses, unconsciously trying to press Heather to be more honest through better eye contact. "I mean, eight inches isn't THAT unusual. Remember Ted 'The Big Ten Inch' Pulaski? Even if he didn't quite live up to that billing, he was still pretty damn huge. And if you want endurance, why not just get two guys to tag team you again? Remember how much fun that was? There must be something more to this guy to make you bother with a mere nerd. You keep talking about giving him a pity fuck, but you don't give pity fucks. Ever. So what is it? Spill!"

Heather was in a bind. She couldn't even admit to herself what she found appealing about Alan. Even if she could, Hell would freeze over before she'd ever tell Simone how she loved being dominated by him and always thrown off balance whenever she was around him. She also thought about how he'd made real love to her when she'd visited his house, and that set off all kinds of powerful feelings that she was afraid to discuss.

So instead, she said in a deliberately flippant tone, "I dunno. Like I said, he does have a certain curious appeal. For instance, he's not as fawning as most of the guys I play around with. And he's got some good moves, I must admit. But, you know, what's that French saying for an indescribable something you can't quite put your finger on?"

"Je ne sais quoi," Simone replied without thinking. She did a lot better in her studies than Heather did (though she was far from being a top student, since she was devoted to a very active social life, as well as playing sports).

"Exactly."

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

Heather blurted out, "NO!" Realizing that she'd said that far too forcefully and quickly, she amended, "I mean, don't bother. He's just a nobody."

She saw that line of reasoning wasn't going to be successful, given everything else she'd just said about him, so she tried a different tack. "What I mean is, I like to think of him as my personal plaything. He's like a charity project, an amusing trifle. I want to handle him on my own. I'd like to see if nerds are at least partially redeemable. Maybe I can even get him to shape up enough to associate with real people." She was proud of that comment, since it would lay the groundwork for Simone to accept when Heather eventually had to publicly acknowledge her association with Alan at school.

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

Luckily, Simone didn't seem to be too serious about pursuing Alan. "Ah well. It's probably for the best. I'll just have to go out and get my own little nerd groupies. Hee-hee, I'll get them to fog up their thick glasses as they excitedly stroke their slide rules while trying to work out my measurements." Simone realized that Heather was distorting her relationship with Alan to hide her true feelings, but she figured that having Heather tell her even this much was a big breakthrough. It was smart just to play dumb and make jokes, for now.

Heather, to her own great surprise, found herself annoyed by such jokes. "Simone, those are such tired stereotypes. You know enough about him to know he's not like that. Maybe he's just smarter than most and doesn't want to play the popularity game." This was highly ironic, since Heather was all about "playing the popularity game."

Directly aping what Alan had said to her the last time they'd fucked, she asked, "Anyway, what's so shameful about getting good grades and having a certain taste in popular entertainment?"

Simone looked at Heather incredulously. "Okay, the joke's over. Heather, defender of nerds! Can someone bring out the real Heather? Man! You must really have it bad for your jizz whiz, girlfriend. Showing some sympathy for the lesser mortals? Has the heat of the sun gotten to you, or are you just going into heat? Next you're going to tell me you're volunteering at the local soup kitchen!" Now, even Simone didn't know how much of that was sincere joking or playing dumb. She did find Heather's behavior with a nerd hard to believe, no matter how sexually accomplished he might be.

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

"No. That sounds painful, actually. With you, it's always about getting the biggest and best toys. I'm not like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The intensity of Heather's reaction further confirmed to Simone that Heather was hiding something important about her relationship with Alan. However, Simone realized that she'd have to be patient and not pry too hard.

Heather calmed herself a bit and considered various ways to get Simone to keep quiet. She decided on the "heartstrings" approach. "Simone, I'm upset at you. I consider you a friend and I tell you my innermost secrets, but all you do in return is joke at my expense. Frankly, I have no idea why I put up with all your shit."

She decided some implied **** wouldn't hurt as well. "Think about all of YOUR secrets that I keep in strict confidence. Are you going to act like a baby singing your stupid kissing song to everyone, or are you going to be a true friend and shut the hell up about this whole Alan thing?"

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

Heather acknowledged her friend's apology nonverbally with a slight nod. "Come on. Let's go in; I'm getting cold."

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

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

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

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

Given how rarely Heather opened up about her feelings, the fact that Heather had told her anything at all about her unusual feelings for Alan was a huge breakthrough. Simone saw this as possibly an exciting new development in her relationship with Heather. She would have to be extra careful not to fuck up the trust Heather was placing in her.

Chapter 5

Back at the Plummer house, even though everyone had moved inside and the group excitement was at an ebb, the day's sexual activities were far from over.

That was because Suzanne wasn't about to let the fun stop. She sat in the Plummer living room feeling quite pleased with herself. She'd been holding back a lot, for instance in the sexual contact she allowed herself with Katherine, and she was tired of restraining herself so much.

She'd taken an after-pool shower at the Plummer house and had put on only a bathrobe. She figured that would make it easier to get naked quickly, something she figured she'd be doing a couple more times before she went to her own home for the night.

She'd left the robe partly open just in case Alan or Katherine might wander by. She wouldn't have bothered with wearing a robe at all except for her concern that Susan might think she'd gone too far. Hell, I wouldn't EVER wear ANY clothes in this house if I had my way, she thought with wicked glee.

Alan's application of suntan lotion had gone far better than Suzanne had expected. Susan seems very primed to be fucked by her son. Physically, she's there. Her body needs it. We just need to get her ready mentally.

The spanking idea was an inspired improvisation on my part, hee-hee. In one fell swoop, not only did I secure Angel as one of my lovers, but it happened under the eyes of my Sweetie, who clearly approved; I could tell he loved the way I was fingering her. I'm so very happy to see that. I'd assumed he'd be cool with it, but it's absolutely key to have that hunch confirmed. My future sex family is gonna see a LOT of lesbian sex going on, that's for sure!

And the fact that the whole thing happened within ten feet of an unaware Susan made the victory that much sweeter. This is actually better than if I'd been able to get him away from the house to fuck, because we're setting Plummer family precedent here that'll last forever. Oooh! I love how Susan was so eager to get spanked! How delish! Having her defer to Sweetie's authority as well as mine will speed things up nicely.

I can't BELIEVE how much fun my scheme is, or how well it's going! I got both brother and sister off on the same day! And their oh-so-moral mother isn't far behind. I'm SO wicked. Gaawwwd, this is fun! Sure, things are going slower than I'd like, but the anticipation and teasing is great too. I should savor these pivotal first days in our new life.

My Sweetie needs a reward for being so understanding about sharing. I can go further with him now that the barriers are coming down some more, and that's tremendously exciting! Maybe he could even fuck me soon. Susan is so horny that you could knock her over with a feather. Although tickling her with a feather would be more fun, hee-hee! Not to mention, it would be nice to get some more of my Sweetie's "cream" in time for my second round with Angel, which is coming up soon. And then, when we finally have a mother-son-auntie threesome I can help Alan put the "cream" right in her, straight from the source! Phew! Be still my beating heart!

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

Mmmm. That reminds me. Spankings. How delightful. I've been reasonably aroused when Sweetie has treated me like a submissive or a slut. It's usually not my thing, but that Daisy Duke role-play gets me going every time I think about it, for instance. But that's nothing compared to my enjoyment of seeing someone else get spanked! I'm mostly a natural dom, a sexual dominatrix. Today has been such a watershed day, sexually spanking Angel for the first time. The first of many, hee-hee! Just imagine if I could spank my Sweetie. Now THAT would get me seriously HOT! Or Susan! She was getting off on the idea of being spanked so much, I'm almost surprised she didn't push Angel out of the way and demand that I do her next!

Oh! And if Sweetie and I could spank Susan together - geez, I seriously have to stop. These ideas are like BURNING LAVA!

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

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

Suzanne's overall scheme to fuck Katherine, Alan, and Susan, separately and together, was advancing well. The major obstacle remained what was left of Susan's restraint. So she considered the day to be a big victory, because Alan had clearly further worn down Susan's resistance. That would give Suzanne the opportunity to exploit the breach in Susan's defenses herself. For instance, blowjobs in front of others had been a no-no, but hopefully not anymore. She knew that Susan's acceptance of such public acts was a key step in turning their many sexual situations into all-out orgies.

Suzanne had a feeling that Alan and Katherine had gone a lot further with each other than they let on. I'll bet they're fucking each other. There's been a subtle difference in the way they interact, especially in the last few days. But where and when? No way could they do it at school; Sweetie at least would never allow that, since he's generally smart and prudent. Maybe late at night after Susan goes to sleep?

Shit, if she catches them that would be a big setback for me too. If I had a private place to regularly fuck him I'd be doing it already, but these days I can't even get him out of the house for part of a day. The Halloween party didn't really count, since he was so drunk and wasn't even aware that he was with me. Today's "lotion application" was ten times as much fun for me as that, and probably even more fun for Susan, damn her. But an opportunity like that party comes along so rarely.

How do I get him alone and out of this house? If I take him from the house on a regular basis, Susan will certainly guess why. And now he's grounded for a week. Dammit! On the other hand, perhaps it's for the best. Maybe I could get away with taking him to a hotel for an afternoon once or twice, but when I start getting healthy injections of his cock I'm not going to be satisfied with just a little every once in a while. I'm going to want to do it right in the middle of the living room, with Susan and Angel watching and even joining in!

That would be paradise: the three people I love the most all loving me and each other without any boundaries.

It's better if I stay the course and keep corrupting Susan and Angel until the Plummer house becomes a complete, nonstop orgy. It's a constant struggle to break Susan's prudish beliefs, but if today has been any indication, it won't be long until I can fuck any of them at will!

Speaking of which, I believe it's time for Sweetie's reward. This'll be fun!

One thought bugged her, though, and she lingered on it before she left for Alan's room. But what about Amy? She's over here all the time. Plus, I have to admit, she's highly fuckable - even if she IS my daughter. I can admit at least that much to myself. If my plan succeeds, it may just be a matter of time before she's sucked into the vortex of sex the Plummer house is becoming. Amy and Angel have shared almost everything since they were little, and she's over here as much as I am, so it's only fair if they share my studly sex muffin's big cock too! Hee-hee-hee!

So she may be one other person I have to share him with. That is a downside, but I might just have to live with it. After all, the five of us really are a family. She has to fit into that somehow. Besides, thinking of my Sweetie poking TWO mother-daughter teams - how can I not get turned on by that, even if I'm part of one of those teams? Hell, ESPECIALLY if I'm on one of those teams! Hee-hee!

But I can't REALLY let that happen, can I? Amy is still my cute little Honey Pie. I have to protect her from sexual exploitation. Maybe I should keep her from this for another year or two. No way can she just jump into this sexual madness, or she'll be hopelessly corrupted. I guess I've always realized that she's the fly in the ointment of my grand scheme. I'm going to have to figure out what to do with her sometime soon or else I'll wind up finding myself fucking my own real daughter!

She giggled. Oh God, I'm so bad. I can't believe I just had that thought. Going up these stairs, I'm tempted to spread my arms like the wings of a succubus or vampire wafting through a house of sin! I'm closing in on my prey! Sexing it up with brother and sister while their mother sleeps! And tonight I'm going to tempt both about fucking their mother! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Everything is going to end up sex, sex, and more sex, all thanks to me.

She was having fun pretending to be evil in her own mind, in a campy sort of way. But at the same time she sincerely believed that what she did was for the overall good of everyone involved.

Chapter 6

Suzanne walked into Alan's room still wearing just her loose robe and high-heeled sandals. She closed the door and turned on the stereo to mask the noise of any activity. She preferred to listen to classical music, but she had a soft spot for New Wave music because that had been popular when she was in high school and college. She knew that classical wasn't Alan's taste, so she put on a New Wave mix CD with "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell as the first song, which raised her spirits.

Alan was in bed asleep, but Suzanne didn't mind waking him. She'd calculated how long he'd been in bed and had decided that he'd had a long enough nap. He also needed to shower badly since he still smelled like coconut-flavored suntan lotion and sex. (It seemed likely that he'd fallen asleep while waiting for one of the two showers to become available.) But Suzanne didn't mind his cummy tropical smell, and she knew he'd soon revive. She shook his shoulder lightly, but that didn't wake him. Then she clapped to the syncopated rhythm of the song, but that didn't wake him either.

She cackled silently, Hee-hee, I have a better way to get his attention. She reached under the sheet and lightly stroked his dick until it started hardening.

He looked up at her with bleary eyes. He was so out of it that he didn't even realize that someone's hand was rubbing his boner.

She sat on the edge of his bed and said, with an obvious double meaning, "You up?"

"I am now," he grumbled.

She spoke in a mocking baby voice. "Awww, my widdle boy has such a tough wife" (meaning "life"). She pulled his sheets down, revealing his naked body and the erect penis on which her pale fingers were sliding up and down. She was also pleased to see that he was using the red satin sheets that Susan had recently bought for his bed. "Oh, and wook! What's this? What happens if I wub it?"

"There's an original thought," he groused.

But she kept stroking his dick. She knew he was grumpy from being woken from a deep sleep, but his attitude was certain to improve very soon. She leaned forward some, exposing more of her bare breasts as her robe fell wide open.

"Feeling better now?" she asked in her usual voice, about a minute or two later.

"A widdle," he replied, unable to suppress a grin. Staring at her rack, he exclaimed, "Damn, woman, you're seriously stacked!"

"Now, that's the Sweetie I know."

He joked, "Or, I should say, you're werrry, werrry, werrry well wendowed."

They both laughed.

There was silence for a minute or so as she stroked his cock and let him wake up more fully.

She waited until a big grin crossed his face. That showed her he was greatly enjoying what her talented fingers were doing to his stiff boner. Then, with a devious smile, she said, "I have to ask you a big favor. In about half an hour I'm supposed to put some more cream on Angel to soothe her spanking, but it seems like I'm all out of your special brand. Do you think you can get some more?" She held up a mostly empty jar of skin moisturizer - the same one used earlier.

"Hmmm," he replied with mock seriousness. "I only know one container with more of that, and it takes a special pair of hands or even a mouth to get the stuff to come out."

She got down on the floor and knelt next to the bed. Even though she was already jacking him off, she wanted to be in position for some serious two-fisted stroking that could morph into a titfuck, blowjob, or both.

He remained lying down, but he scooted over to the edge of the bed so she'd have easier access.

Soon all her fingers were sliding up and down his slick pole. She said in an extra sultry purr, "What about one of your personal cocksuckers? Do you think one of us might have what it takes? Do you think I could coax your cream out with my extra long tongue?"

She flicked her tongue at him like a snake, proudly showing off its length.

He groaned lustily. "Oh man! What have I done to deserve all this? Seriously! I mean, who has 'personal cocksuckers?' It's just nuts!"

"I take that as a 'yes.' And yes, there are nuts involved." She bent over and briefly licked his balls. "What do you think about my hands? Do you think they're up for the task?"

"I'm sure your hands are fine," he replied, temporarily overwhelmed by her furnace blast of sexuality.

She lapped her way all around his cockhead, causing him to groan loudly once again. But then she suddenly stopped, with a concerned look on her face. "Oh dear, Sweetie. I think I've drastically overdressed for the occasion!" Her robe was already completely open in the front, but she slipped it off altogether. Now they were both buck naked, except for her high-heeled sandals.

His mind reeled in the face of such beauty and enthusiasm. His cock was already hard, but it suddenly got even harder. This is not happening. How is it possible that I'm this hard yet again? It feels like I've been cumming, or on the verge of cumming, like, all day!

Aunt Suzy is what's happening. She's like a succubus. She could make a dead man pop a boner! And I HAVE been on the verge of cumming all day. I must have enjoyed at least two hours of cocksucking, if you add it all up!

"You know, Sweetie, I could give you a handjob," she said with deliberate irony because she was in the middle of doing so, "or we could do something else. After what happened by the pool today, I don't think we have to worry about barriers too much. Don't you agree?"

He nodded his head in happy agreement.

She continued as she stroked him relentlessly, "It seems your mother is ready to suck your cock anytime, anywhere, in front of anybody, and is willing to let Angel and me do the same. A bit of an exaggeration, perhaps, but not much, you must admit. Mark my words: that'll be happening soon. You'll hardly be able to walk from your room to the bathroom across the hall without getting blown by some big-titted vixen or another."

He joked, "Alas, a common problem for kids my age."

She kept on stroking his rigid pole, sliding her talented fingers up and down its full length. It was still somewhat greasy with suntan lotion, though soon his pre-cum dominated. She stopped at his cockhead long enough to massage it gently with the tips of her fingers. She thought, God, I love this big cock. This is heaven right here. Endless stroking, and my big, tasty reward ready to burst out of the tip if I keep going. I know I sound like the propaganda I always feed Susan, but so what? This is fun!

She continued, "I love it when you touch me all over. There's only one barrier that really matters, and that's fucking - the penetration of my vagina with this rock-hard cock, right here." She bent down and licked the tip, as if that was necessary to indicate which cock she referred to. She never stopped stroking it either. "I know that isn't something you want to do anyway, is it?"

That was a tricky question. He couldn't really decide from her tone what she meant. He decided sarcasm (plus a compliment) was the safest route. "Of cooouurse not! What guy in his right mind would want to do something totally gross like that? Especially with such a beautiful woman like yourself."

It seemed that he'd said the right thing, since she smiled broadly. "Well then, we're in agreement. As long as we're careful not to do that, then why don't we try out a few other things? All in the name of your medical treatment, of course. Not that I would actually find pleasure in any of this!" she added with a sly smile and the same sarcastic tone that Alan had used.

She gave his shaft a squeeze and let go.

He sat up in bed and reached over to fondle her big boobs. Despite the many blowjobs, titfucks, and handjobs she'd given him in recent weeks, he felt he hadn't been given nearly enough opportunity to play with her giant melons (especially since he would have been happy to play with her body all day long).

She didn't stop him, but instead asked coyly, "Sweetie, I thought that was against Susan's boundaries?"

He answered, "Aunt Suzy, you know as well as I do that her boundaries are more than a bit flexible. Technically, nothing is allowed except handjobs, cocksucking, and 'getting her attention' with ass grabs. Oh, and goodnight kisses. But there are violations of that every day. In fact, the violations are more common than keeping to the rules."

She asked wryly, "So, when you rubbed your cum into her skin earlier, and just generally fondled every inch of her perfect, naked body, do you think that was a rule violation?"

"Um ... yeah." He grinned.

Alan was sitting in bed fondling Suzanne's tits while she jacked him off, but she wanted to reposition him for what she planned to do next. She pulled him forward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She lathered up her cleavage with some of the skin moisturizer from the jar she'd brought for him to cum into. Then, without any discussion, she grabbed his pulsing hard dick and guided it between her twin peaks.

He naturally began to titfuck her. Fuuuuck! Feels so good! DANG!

She asked, "So, what do you think about tits? Do you think it would be okay with Susan if I let you touch mine?" She said this with deliberate irony since he was more than touching them at that moment.

He responded, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I've explored her tits in so many ways today alone that she could hardly complain, and I've given her a couple of nice titfucks already. That's a seriously hypocritical boundary. I'm not going to worry about it; I'll just play with her tits whenever I like from now on. She totally wants it."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice? We didn't see the usual Susan prudish backlash after her first titfucking? She loves any tit-play so much that she can't work up any outrage."

"Ah. I'd say that's true."

"What I'd like to see, though, is more pussy action."

She smiled knowingly. "Oh, would you? Color me shocked!" She chuckled. She raised and lowered her melons on either side of his rigid pole. "But what about your homework?"

"Homework? Ugh! Why did you have to remind me of that? Talk about cooling my ardor. I'm so far behind that it's not even funny." He still swayed back and forth as he plowed Suzanne's chest.

"Sorry. I wasn't meaning that kind of homework. I'm talking about the homework that Akami assigned you. You know, how you told me she said you need to regularly practice titfucking."

"Oh, that. Yes. If only I could find a willing partner..."

They both laughed.

So far, Suzanne hadn't really brought her tongue out to play, to add to the titfucking joy. But when she took a break from moving her heavy tits around, she licked the tip of his cockhead to keep him fully aroused.

He commented, "Jesus, Aunt Suzy! You can reach me without hardly bending your head down! What if you really stretch to the max?"

She smiled knowingly. "You mean like this?" She extended her head as far down as it could go, while continuing to keep his erection in her tight tit-tunnel. She not only thoroughly licked all over his cockhead, she even managed to lick his sweet spot.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed, once the tip of her tongue reached his most sensitive spot. "How do you do that?!"

She shrugged. "Good genes. I'm lucky, I guess." Then she proceeded to lick his sweet spot AND resume the titfuck, sliding her tits up and down around his shaft at the same time.

It was so stimulating that he didn't know up from down. Holy crap! It really is the best of both worlds. Her tongue is a killer weapon! I'm seriously gonna die of pleasure here!

After they'd been titfucking for a while, there was a knock at the door. It was Susan. "Tiger? Suzanne? Suzanne, are you in there?"

Suzanne both smiled and rolled her eyes at Alan. She spoke up loud enough for Susan to hear. "Yes. Yes I am."

"Just what's going on in there?" Susan asked. She'd just come from cleaning the kitchen and then taking a shower, so she was wearing nothing but a loose robe.

"What do you think?" Suzanne replied.

Susan muttered something neither Alan nor Suzanne had any hope of hearing.

Alan asked, "Mom, can you speak up?"

"Sorry. I said, 'It doesn't involve Tiger's penis, does it?'"

Suzanne replied quite loudly, "No, it doesn't. It involves his cock! Even as we speak, he's giving me a good titfucking!"

Susan bit her lip with desire.

Suzanne added, "I hope you don't have a problem with that, because this is a cock that needs a LOT of tender loving care! Since you're punishing yourself and Angel, that leaves me to handle all of this spermy goodness!"

Susan panted, Oh no! Spermy goodness! I love Tiger's spermy goodness. It's so wonderfully ... well, spermy! I'll bet she's bobbing on it right now, just to make me regret my earlier punishment decision that much more.

Actually that's exactly what Suzanne was doing. She'd even paused in the titfuck for a minute so she could bob down to his sweet spot.

Looking up and down the hallway to make sure Katherine couldn't see her, Susan reached inside her robe and pinched one of her nipples. She asked, "Is it ... Is it ... big and hard ... and tasty?"

Alan had to pick up the conversation. He couldn't help but feel cheeky as he said, "Mom, Aunt Suzy can't talk at the moment. Her mouth is, uh, full. But she's nodding a lot, so I think she's agreeing about the big and hard and tasty comment. Or maybe she's just bobbing like that already; I can't really tell. Do you want to come in and join us?"

Susan's robe had opened even more, and she'd started playing with her clit too once he'd mentioned that Suzanne's mouth was "full." She was sorely tempted to join them, but she wasn't as horny as she'd been earlier, so her resistance to sex acts when in front of others was back in ****. She said with both sadness and obvious lust in her voice, "I ... I can't! Too ... improper! Sorry, Tiger!"

Alan replied, "That's okay. Aunt Suzy has things well in hand. Although it's more accurate to say well in ... mouth, if you know what I mean. And in her cleavage too, as a matter of fact. She has this amazing ability to do this blowjob-titfuck combo that's out of this world! By the way, what are you wearing?"

Susan's lust was rising by the second, especially since she was going to town on her clit and nipples. She had a hard time coming up with a reply at first, she was so distracted. "Um, I ... uh ... Oh. I'm wearing a robe. I was just taking a shower, and I'm about to take a nap."

"Who said you're allowed to wear any clothes? Did I give you permission? I don't recall doing that!"

Suzanne was busy bobbing, as well as lapping against Alan's sweet spot within her mouth. But she too was listening closely, so she gave him a thumbs-up after he said that.

Susan's arousal shot up like a rocket blasting into space. OH NO! He's right! I have no excuse!

She quickly shrugged the robe down her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then she looked down at herself. Good Lord, he's done it again! I can't even talk to him for a minute from another room before he somehow takes off all my clothes! Dear Lord, the power of his mighty cock even goes through walls!

As she frantically fingered herself, she worried, When will he let me wear clothes again? Maybe never! Sweet Jesus! What if he keeps me as his naked big-titted mommy forever? I'll never be able to leave the house! I won't be able to do ANYTHING but stay on my knees, slurping and stroking and titfucking his heavenly fat cock!

SO HOT!

Alan had given her some time, then asked, "So what are you wearing now?"

Susan proudly replied, "I'm naked! Totally gloriously naked! Just like a good big-titted mommy should be!"

He loved that. He had to tap on Suzanne's head to tell her to take it easy, because between the talking to Susan and Suzanne's bobbing and licking he was in danger of cumming. He said, "Mom, you've been very naughty lately. I'm not sure if I should trust you. You'd better open the door and let me see. Don't worry; it's not locked."

"But ... but..." Susan dropped her head in defeat. If I open the door, I'm going to see Suzanne worshipping his wonderful cock. And that'll make me so horny I'll practically die! But what choice do I have? It's like he owns my soul! She slowly opened the door.

It was just as she'd predicted: Suzanne was going to town all over Alan's erection. Knowing that Susan was watching, she was fondling Alan's balls and shaft with both hands as well as bobbing with his cockhead in her mouth. She was careful to do it in a way that would give Susan a good view from the door.

Susan's jaw dropped. Even though she knew what she'd see, actually seeing it hit her like a sucker punch. She started to resume playing with herself, but then she **** herself to stop when she remembered that Alan would be looking her way.

But he didn't look her way, at least not yet. His eyes were closed and he was luxuriating in Suzanne's bobbing and fondling.

Susan got a very long look at the two of them. She felt like her body was going to burst into flame, it was such a thrilling sight. Look at him, sitting back like a king on his throne! And Suzanne, the mighty Suzanne, it's like she's one of his harem slaves! Clearly, she loves pleasuring him as much as I do! MMMM! SO HOT!

Finally, she said, "Um, Tiger? I opened the door." She pinned her arms behind her back and thrust her chest out, hoping he'd like that.

But he still didn't turn his head to look, even though it would have been very easy to do. He finally said, "Hold on, Mom. Just a sec."

Susan's anticipation grew. She decided it would be sexier if she raised her hands behind her head, so she did that. It helped that the pose increased her delightful feelings of submissiveness. She also hoped that doing that would keep her from embarrassing herself even further by wantonly masturbating in front of her son and Suzanne.

But still, Alan didn't look her way. She wanted him to look so badly that it practically made her cry. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples tingled, and her mouth watered with cocksucking need. She fretted about the fact that she wasn't wearing high heels since she hadn't been expecting to be seen, and she hoped he would understand and forgive that oversight.

Finally, he turned his head. "Oh. Hey, Mom. You look yummy, like always. Check out Aunt Suzy. Isn't she great? You wouldn't BELIEVE what she's doing with her tongue right now! She can practically wrap it all the way around my dick!"

Susan was suddenly weak in the knees. She had to grasp hold of the door frame to remain standing. The sight of Suzanne's hungry cocksucking was simply too much for her to take. She quickly said, "Okay. I'm gonna go take a nap. Take care!" She hastily closed the door.

Her whole body was trembling as she bent over and picked up her robe. She started to walk down the hall to her bedroom.

She was a bit disappointed that Alan hadn't said goodbye to her, but after she took a few steps she heard him say, "Later, Mom! And don't forget about the wearing clothes thing. You don't want me to have to spank you!"

That did it. When she had first walked by his door and thought to ask if Suzanne was there, she was feeling sleepy and in need of a nap due to the sun and all the prolonged sexual excitement outside. But now she was totally wired with lust. She ran as fast as she could down the hall, nearly knocking her bedroom door off its hinges in her haste to get to her bed.

She tossed the robe aside and flew onto the bed. Within seconds, she had her eyes closed and her fingers working her clit and slit. Tiger! Oh Tiger! Please! YES! Mmmm! Yes! Spank me! Spank me hard! Show me who's boss! Make me suck your cock! Mmmm, yes! Shove it down my throat and spank me and rip all my clothes off! I'm your tit **** mommy, born to SERVE! Oh God! God, God, God, God, God! MMMM! YEEESSSSS!

She quickly reached a great climax.

But that didn't sate her sexual desire. She managed to get up and close her bedroom door, because she worried about Katherine hearing her or walking in on her. Then she hurried back to bed and settled down for a much longer masturbation session, with the images of Suzanne's bobbing head fresh in her mind.