Mixed Emotions: Part 1

Part 29: Mixed Emotions

CHAPTER 1: (Day 49: Sunday, November 3)

All the party-goers from the Plummer and Pestridge houses woke up late Sunday morning. Nobody made it out of bed in time for church, and in fact Alan didn't even wake up until noon. They all felt woozy upon waking, and all three teens had full-blown hangovers. But after showering and relaxing for a while, they felt somewhat better.

Susan's plan to give Alan a blowjob as soon as they came home from the party turned out to be a non-starter. She wasn't used to drinking a lot of ****, and she didn't take into account the effect her drinking was having on her. By the time Suzanne had her home, she felt queasy and very sleepy. Suzanne had to guide her and an equally sleepy Alan to their rooms just to make sure they were okay. Susan was so out of it that she didn't even remember her blowjob plan until she woke up the next morning, when it was far too late.

Suzanne and Amy came over to eat a very late brunch at the Plummer house. Nobody really said anything about the party, and when questions were asked, for instance by Katherine who had slept through almost everything, few were answered. Instead, they talked about innocuous things, like favorite costumes they had seen.

Suzanne in particular was extremely keen to find out what had happened between Alan and Susan the night before. She started out by subtly probing Alan about it when she had a brief private conversation with him just after brunch.

But Alan had very little recollection of that part of the evening. Once he started asking her about what they'd done (since he thought he'd been with her, not Susan), she made an excuse to leave the room.

His memory was similarly foggy about what had happened between him and "Elle." He thought it best not to mention Elle to anyone, not even Suzanne (ironically enough). He hoped he'd remember more if he gave it a little time.

He kicked himself for not getting any contact information from Elle. Frankly, he'd gotten the impression that she was an easy lay, and would be a great fuck. He certainly thought she looked gorgeous. Despite all the sex going on in his life, he craved more actual fucking. However, he consoled himself by speculating that she was probably on vacation from France, so he wouldn't have been able to see her much more anyway.

Susan remembered full well what had happened between herself and her son while she'd pretended to be Suzanne, but for once in her life she didn't immediately confess every last detail to her best friend. In fact, the only clue she gave to Suzanne was a stern lecture on the importance of maintaining boundaries.

After brunch, Suzanne overheard Susan mumbling as she washed the dishes in the kitchen, "It was the ****, I swear. That was too close! I'm gonna be a teetotaler from now on!"

From that, Suzanne guessed something physical must have happened to make Susan feel somewhat guilty, but not overwhelmingly so. She speculated, Had they had actual sex, knowing Susan and how she's been acting just under the surface lately, I would half expect her to snap totally, instantly turning into a wanton, ****-loving slut. Just like she is about blowjobs now, except with fucking. Wow! Either that, or she'd be way more upset.

I can just picture her right now, naked on the couch with her feet up around her head, rubbing her pussy while just begging Sweetie to fuck her like an animal! And then we could all take turns with her. I could be licking one load of my Sweetie's cum straight from her pussy while he slams into me doggy style, pumping in another hot blast of spunk! But noooOOOoooo, she just sits in the kitchen making orange juice. Such a shame, and a waste of her perfect body.

Oh well. It's just a matter of time. We're on the right track. Yesterday we had some major breakthroughs. I just have to keep pushing and scheming. If only there were more costume parties! Those have such potential.

Suzanne was remarkably accurate in guessing just how close Susan was to completely snapping and giving in utterly to her desires.

But Susan's close brush with incestuous intercourse was an epiphany of sorts. She no longer had an overwhelming desire to be fucked, at least for the moment.

Susan thought, If my Tiger could show that much self-control and respect for my wishes, I have to try and do the same. I haven't been helping him enough lately; I've been doing everything wrong. I have to focus on a simple task: stimulating his cock in every way I'm allowed. I'm going to suck his member every single day until it plain falls off! I'm going to forget completely about fucking and focus entirely on cocksucking. I'm going to be the best cocksucker there ever was! That way, we can both have fun, and at the same time he'll respect me for adhering to my own boundaries.

Susan was ready to launch into her new cocksucking campaign right away, especially since she felt that she'd left him hanging at the end of last night's party. But the atmosphere wasn't right. Everyone, especially Susan herself, remained groggy and barely functional well after brunch. The whole gang, including Amy, hung out in the living room while reading different sections of the newspaper.

Later in the day, Susan found some time to be alone with Suzanne. They went out by the pool, sitting in the shade in lounge chairs. They wore fairly standard bikinis.

Suzanne took the opportunity to bring up an issue that was practically driving her crazy. "Okay, we've had a lot of distractions in the last 24 hours with the costume party and everything. But now, you MUST tell me about your Brenda secret!"

Susan grinned knowingly. "Ah yes, the Brenda secret."

Suzanne wanted to shake her fists. "Aaaaagh! You're getting some kind of perverse pleasure torturing me about that, aren't you?"

"Nah. Well, maybe a bit. It's just that you're the queen of schemes and secrets, and I never have any good schemes or secrets, and now I have one of both. It's fun!"

"So tell me about it already!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to postpone again. It's one of those things where I know as soon as we get started, we're going to get super horny, and right now I can't handle horny. I'm still recovering from last night."

"Damn!" Suzanne groaned in frustration. "But... I suppose I can understand that. But soon, right? Soon!"

"Yes, soon. It'll be a blast, I promise. But remember, not a word to Tiger about it. Boy, is he going to get a surprise!"

"A good one, I hope?"

"You bet!"

"Grrr!" But Suzanne restrained herself.

They went back to resting quietly for a while.

Thinking about the future, Susan's thoughts drifted to her husband Ron. Nervously fingering her wedding ring, she asked, "Suzanne, I've got a question. What we're doing with Tiger... It's not exactly loyal to our marriage vows. I believe now that Ron's been cheating, although I didn't feel that way when I started helping my son with his medical treatments. The truth is, regardless of what Ron did, regardless of the need for Tiger's medical treatment and saving him from the sin of Onan, sometimes I just feel like an adulterous, cheating slut."

After a pregnant pause, she asked plaintively, "Tell me... am I a slut?"

Suzanne acted indignant. "Of course not! A slut will have sex with practically anybody. That doesn't describe you at all. No, you're your son's personal slut. That's a TOTALLY different thing!"

"It is?" Susan's face was lined with worry.

"Of course! It's like day and night! A slut just wants to feel good, and damn the consequences. Whereas you're all about loyalty, love, altruism, and bonding. You already had a relationship with your son that most other mothers would kill for, and now it's getting even better because you both can express your love for each other physically. Sure, it's a kick when Sweetie calls you his slut, and there's nothing wrong with that, but really, it's like you're the anti-slut. Sluts are disloyal, and you're as loyal as they come."

Susan sighed, "Loyalty. That's a painful word for me these days, because what about Ron? You haven't been faithful to Eric for some time now. Doesn't that bother you sometimes? Whatever happened to all those pledges, 'forsaking all others,' 'in sickness and in health,' and all the rest?"

Suzanne growled irritably, "I told you, there were extenuating circumstances."

"What? You've always been so mysterious about that. We're best friends, and a lot of time has passed. Why have you never told me about that secret?"

"It's... I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that the reason I cheated was all HIS fault, and leave it at that."

Susan felt just as frustrated as ever, since Suzanne had left hints like that before. Over the years, she had come to suspect that Eric had cheated first, but if that had been the case she didn't understand why Suzanne wouldn't just tell her that.

Susan continued, "Maybe you had an excuse of some sort, but what's my excuse? I mean, I still wear my wedding ring! Sometimes I look at my hands as they're holding my Tiger's big erection, and I notice my ring as it slides up and down. And sometimes, quite often, actually, it gets covered with his cum or pre-cum. I feel awful!"

"Doesn't that turn you on though?"

"Well, yeah! Of course! It makes me so hot, knowing my son is relentlessly taking full control of me and my marriage be damned. I LOVE being one of his personal sluts and cocksuckers. You know that. But that doesn't make it right. Help me here. I need some good advice. What should I do about my marriage, one way or another?"

Suzanne gave the question serious consideration before replying, "I don't consider myself a cheater because I don't really consider myself married. My marriage died a long time ago. Eric was the one who put a knife through it, and then he continued to make things worse until I felt that I had **** but to do what I did. I tried. I really did try to save my marriage, but did he put in any serious effort? No! Not one little bit!"

She stretched out her arms. "Look at me. I'm hardly ugly. I have to fight men off wherever I go. But Eric hasn't been interested in having sex with me for years! Years! I think when he put on all that weight, he somehow lost his sex drive. I don't even think he masturbates. Somehow he gets off just on money."

Actually, Suzanne was only telling part of the story. Eleven years earlier, she'd caught Eric having sex with his secretary. Worse, she'd discovered it was a long-standing affair. They'd never managed to repair their marriage, especially when she caught him a second time. After that, they only grew further apart as time went on.

She was so humiliated that she'd never told anyone the full truth, not even her best friend Susan. She couldn't understand how a man could be dissatisfied with a woman as beautiful and highly sexed as she was. His rejection had caused even her to feel inadequate sometimes during the following years. In fact, his affair had hurt her pride so badly that she'd tried to completely repress the incident.

She frowned as she went on, "But it's not just that. Our love died in so many ways. We have an implicit understanding that we'll stay married until the kids graduate. At least that's what I'm thinking, but we haven't had a serious talk in so long, who knows what's in his mind these days. But the long and the short of it is that I don't feel any guilt; I haven't for ages."

That part was all true, especially the point that they'd stayed together for the children. In retrospect, she regretted that decision. Her children had felt obliged to choose sides in the cold war going on in the Pestridge house: Amy had sided with her mother while Brad had sided with his dad. It was a terrible situation, effectively having two separate families living under the same roof, never talking seriously to one another. But since Brad and Amy were in their senior year and close to graduating, Suzanne figured she might as well see it through to the end.

She concluded, "Enough about me. You know how I hate to talk about that unpleasantness. This is a new thing for you though, so I imagine you're more troubled."

"Yes I am," Susan admitted sorrowfully. "Very troubled. What troubles me the most is that, okay, the love is gone from my marriage too. That should be some consolation. But is it? The thing is, my desire for my Tiger is so strong that I suspect I'd have fallen for him and become his hopelessly devoted daily cocksucker even if I had been still deeply in love with Ron! Tiger's just too cute, and handsome, and kind, and smart, and funny, and clever, and all-around completely irresistible!"

Needless to say, Susan was extremely proud of her son, and had been even before his diagnosis and six-times-a-day treatment began.

She added, "And don't even get me started about his big dick and how good it feels to hold it in my hands. Or the sweet taste of his cum. Or his stamina. Or the way fate all but put his penis in my mouth due to his medical condition. What do you think? Would it have happened anyway, no matter what was going on with Ron?"

Suzanne replied honestly, "I think you're wrong about that. For you, when you love someone, you love them with all your heart and soul. You would never cheat on someone you really loved. Like I said, you're like the exact opposite of a slut. Had you been deeply in love with Ron, this whole situation of your helping would never have come up. I probably could have managed Sweetie's daily help some other way. Maybe Angel would have assisted from the start, for instance. Who knows? It's pointless to speculate now."

Susan wondered about that, but didn't say anything.

Suzanne continued, "But you're confused, because you still maintain the fiction that you used to love Ron. I know you, and the fact is, you NEVER really loved him and he never loved you. The two of you tried to pretend there was something there for years, but there never was. You're such a dutiful wife and a big believer in marriage that you **** yourself to think you were in love and all was well, when it clearly was not. At best, the two of you were good friends and roommates. Believe me, I've had to sit by and watch everything for years, but there was nothing I could do. The worse things got, the more in denial you were."

Susan thought back. Everything seemed different now, with 20/20 hindsight. She realized Suzanne was completely right. She suddenly exclaimed, "Love is different! Because what I have with my Tiger now is love. And not just a motherly love, like I had with him before. It's such a powerful feeling that I want to sing and dance and shout for joy!"

Suzanne thought, Ditto! That's exactly how I feel too. Somehow, I fell in love with him when he was just sixteen. And love makes me do some pretty crazy things. Someday soon I won't have to hide my feelings anymore. He's so close to his mother and sister that I could never pry them apart. Nor would I want to, but they'll learn we can share him together and all be happy.

Suzanne nodded approvingly. "So don't feel bad. You're not a bad wife; you tried your best to make your marriage work, long after it was dead. What your helping your Tiger with his special needs shows is simply that you're a good, loving mother. The fact that you get sexual pleasure from helping him is besides the point because you'd help him anyway, even if it was extremely painful for you. That's the kind of person you are."

Susan breathed a big sigh of relief. "Thank you, Suzanne! You know just what to say. Oh my gosh! What words of wisdom. I feel so much better. I'm so glad I got this off my chest." She leaned over to Suzanne's chair and kissed her on the cheek. "You're the best friend in the world!"

If only that were true, Suzanne thought ruefully. If only I could open up fully to her like she opens up to me, we both might have been able to avoid a lot of pain and suffering. There's been too much deception and self-deception going on. Now that things are finally getting better, that's something I've gotta work on changing too. Once this scheme is over, of course. She can never know the truth about that, or it could all unravel.

She suggested, "If the thing with the wedding ring is bothering you so much, why not just take it off and keep it off? You know that I never wear mine, except if I want to ward off grabby men. You should do the same. What loyalty do you have to Ron now? We've been talking about how you could best divorce him, and he spends all his time in Thailand, cheating on you, without a care for you or even your kids. So why should you still wear his ring?" She knew more about Ron and why his marriage to Susan was doomed, but she still didn't feel it was time to share that with Susan just yet.

"I don't know," Susan said doubtfully. "I probably should take it off. But that ring has a lot of meaning to me. Taking it off would be so symbolic, so final. It's not even so much about Ron; it's a symbol that I'm married. That's very important to me. I'm scared of being single and alone. I need to be part of a family."

"But you are!" Suzanne said with a surge of empathy and passion. "You'll never be alone, because you have a great family all around you. What are Katherine, Amy, Alan, and I but your real, de facto family? And who is the head of that family?"

Susan didn't even want to ponder that, because she didn't know the answer. She waited for more of Suzanne's wisdom. She, Suzanne, and Alan all had leadership roles these days.

"Tiger!" Suzanne declared proudly. "He's the real head of this family of sorts, don't you think?" She actually thought of herself as the natural leader, followed by Susan, since she was the other mother. But she said Tiger because she knew that Susan naturally looked to men to lead families, thanks to the conservative way she'd been raised. Plus, she knew it fit in with Susan's sexually submissive tendencies.

Something profound clicked for Susan. "You're right. You're so right! Tiger... He's the man of the house now!" She found that idea extremely arousing, as well as reassuring.

Suzanne continued, "He is. You'll always be his mother, of course, and that gives you authority over him in certain respects. But in other respects, especially sexually, he's the one you should obey. And, as the head of the family, how do you think Sweetie feels about you wearing Ron's ring? It's kind of a sign of disloyalty, if not adultery, don't you think?"

Again, Susan was floored by how appealing this way of looking at things was. "Wow! When you're right, you're right. Now I feel just terrible. I suppose I should just take it off. Maybe then I won't feel so guilty when I'm wiping my fingers through Tiger's sticky goo."

"Of course you should take it off. There's no question about that. You've told me that you've told Sweetie that you're going to be his 'centerfold mom.' And not just today or next week, but, and I quote, 'forever and ever.' Again, I ask you, what's more important to you than serving him, and constantly servicing his demanding cock?"

"Well, nothing."

"Are you or are you not one of his official personal cocksuckers now? One of his personal sluts?"

"I am, of course." She stiffened proudly.

"What does that mean to you?"

"It means the world to me! I realize in retrospect that my life has lacked meaning and focus for a long, long time now. But now I feel revitalized, focusing on giving him prolonged orgasms."

"Great! So take your ring off already."

Susan pulled the ring most of the way off her finger. But then she stopped, and fretted. "But Suzanne, that's just such a big lifestyle change! I need time to figure out what this all means!"

"Fair enough. But it seems clear enough to me. Your loyalty is still divided as long as you wear that ring. And frankly, it's kind of insulting to Ron if your Tiger's cum drips all over it every day. And it's insulting to your cutie Tiger. If you're serious about serving his cock, your obedience and devotion to him should be total."

Susan was anguished to hear that. She reluctantly slid the ring back into place. "But Suzanne! If only I could see definitive proof about Ron's cheating! I'd feel so much better. What if the whole thing is a horrible mistake? Maybe there still would be a chance to go back."

"Go back to what?! You were miserable! What if he wasn't cheating? Wouldn't you still dedicate yourself to serving your son's cock? Isn't that still the most important thing? Hasn't your marriage been all but dead and buried for years and years?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Susan sighed like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I suppose there's no going back in any case, but proof about his cheating would make this all so much easier for me. I wouldn't have to feel so conflicted about my marriage vows. Can you please get that for me? Soon?"

"Of course. You know I'm on it. I've got a private investigator over there collecting evidence even as we speak. And I warn you, you're not going to like what he has to say. But I still think it's a moot point. You need to get your head out of your dead marriage, and put it right where it belongs: in between your Tiger's legs, happily slurping away."

"I know, I know!" Susan sighed.

Susan felt a lot better after talking things over with Suzanne, as she usually did. However, she still felt conflicted. While Suzanne briefly went inside to use the bathroom, Susan stared at her wedding ring again and twisted it on her finger. She seriously considered taking it off, but in the end she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. While her feelings for Ron were fading, she still had a strong sense of loyalty to the idea of being married, and she still harbored guilt over her own cheating with Alan. She decided that she could wait a few more days until Suzanne's investigator came back with the report about Ron's cheating. She figured Alan would understand, and he'd be able to forgive the delay.

Ironically, it wasn't even an issue for Alan, at least not yet. His mother had worn her ring ever since he could remember, so it didn't even occur to him that that might change.

CHAPTER 2

Susan and Suzanne were still lying on their lounge chairs in their bikinis and chatting when Alan came to the pool area in a bathing suit.

Suzanne smiled at him and waved him over. "He's alive! Come over here, Blob Boy. What are you doing?"

He walked over to Suzanne's lounge chair and sat down on it, near her waist. He smiled. "I figured I've had enough blobbing around inside the house so I should blob over here for a while. Plus, I thought a swim in the pool might help rouse me." He looked to Susan. "Pardon my language, Mom, but I still feel crappy. It's like my head is in a fog."

Susan sighed. "I know exactly what you mean. I feel terrible. I should NEVER drink more than one glass of wine." She sighed again, and stared longingly at Alan's crotch, even though there was no bulge there.

She added tentatively, "Son, speaking of... rousing you... I'm concerned."

"Why?" He gave Suzanne a brief peck on her cheek.

Susan spoke earnestly, "Think about it. When was the last time you had an orgasm? I'll bet it wasn't since last night, which means it's been over 12 hours!"

"That's true," he admitted.

Susan spoke like a concerned mother. "Son, we still have your medical condition to think about. Luckily, you've been cumming so much lately that hitting your daily target hasn't been much of a worry for me. But with over half the day gone and not even a single orgasm, you could fall well short!"

She sighed heavily. "I wish so much that I could help you out. Unfortunately, I just don't feel up for it."

Suzanne playfully pretended to be amazed. She asked Susan, "Excuse me?! Did I hear you correctly?"

Susan looked at her unhappily. "It's not funny. Tiger's balls are building up with cum even as we speak, and it's probably reaching dangerous levels, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. Suzanne, this is a great chance for you to come to the rescue. What if I leave you two be, so you can, you know, take care of him?"

Suzanne nodded. "No problem. I feel fine."

But Alan said, "Unfortunately, I don't. Aunt Suzy, I'm sure you could arouse me if you put your mind to it. Heck, you could give a marble statue an erection."

"What on Earth are you talking about?" She sounded indignant, but she proudly sat up and struck a sexy pose with her hands behind her head.

"See?! That's exactly what I mean! But I don't want to make this something that feels **** and kind of take the fun out of it. What if I just swim around for a while first? Maybe I'll feel better after that."

Suzanne lowered her hands with obvious disappointment. "Sure. Whatever works for you."

Alan went swimming, and Susan went inside.

After a few minutes, Suzanne noticed that swimming was helping Alan revive, because he started energetically swimming laps. So she took off her bikini and sunglasses and joined him in the pool.

She could tell he still wasn't up for an orgasm, but they had fun getting frisky. At first, they played around and splashed water at each other. But before long they were hugging and kissing while neck deep in the water.

His penis remained flaccid, but he was having fun running his hands over Suzanne's nude body mostly under the water.

As they continued to lazily play around and fondle each other, he said, "Hey, Aunt Suzy, I've got a question for you."

"Shoot."

"What exactly did we do upstairs at the party last night? I'm trying to remember, and my memories are coming back to me, but... it's weird."

"Weird?" She knew she was in a tight spot. She couldn't tell him what happened since it had been Susan pretending to be her, and Susan had been unusually tight-lipped about what had happened.

"Yeah. I kind of remember you were getting into some weird stuff. Like the role-play."

"Role-play?"

"Yeah. When you pretended to be Mom and started calling yourself 'Mommy.'"

"Oh. That role-play. To be honest, my memories are kind of foggy too."

"Well, l just want you to know that kind of thing is almost unnecessary because being with Suzanne, my great Aunt Suzy, is just as much of a thrill for me as being with Mom. So it's not like you have to do that to make things more arousing for me. That's total overkill."

She smiled. "Well, thanks. That makes me feel good. But still, variety is the spice of life. And since I was drunk, I was letting my inhibitions go and getting a kick out of pretending to be her."

"So does that explain your lactation talk?"

"What?"

"Don't you remember? I don't fully remember myself, but a few memories do stick out. Something about you wanting me to milk you. You kept saying that. Is that, like some kick of yours that you've been keeping secret?"

Suzanne thought, Interesting! It sounds like Susan's got a lactation fetish. But then again, I shouldn't be surprised. It's obvious that her breasts and especially her nipples are highly sensitive. Plus, she never got a chance to milk him when he was a baby. Too bad it's too late for her to do it for him, for real. She said, carefully, "Oh yeah. Now that you mention it, it's coming back to me. But just because I said that, it doesn't mean much. People say and do strange things when they're drunk." She guessed, "Wasn't it just that I wanted you to suckle on my nipples, and I was encouraging you to do that?"

He thought back, and nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

She already had her arms around him, and she slipped her hands down to his ass and his crotch. She'd noticed his penis was starting to stiffening. "Speaking of suckling and sucking, when are you going to let me take care of you? We don't want Susan to worry." She lasciviously licked her tongue all the way around her lips.

He could feel his dick fully engorge, thanks to her sliding fingers. But he wasn't done talking. "No, we don't. And speaking of that, I guess it's a good thing we stopped when we did."

Suzanne stuck with a safe guess. "You didn't seem to feel too good."

"Well, yeah. Between that and trying to stick to Mom's boundaries, it was weird. I loved it, of course, but I was frustrated too. Just because of what I said, that doesn't mean I don't want to do that with you, but not until Mom's rule on that changes. Heck! Who am I kidding? I'd love to do that with you! It's so frustrating that Mom is so adamant about it."

Suzanne thought, Is he talking about what I think he is talking about? Did Susan want to let him go all the way? WOW! But then they stopped for some reason before it could happen. That explains why Susan is trying to avoid my questions. I better watch my expression so I don't give too much away.

"Same here, Sweetie. But we have to be patient." Although I don't know how much longer my patience will last, she added in her mind.

He nodded. "Good thing we came to our senses in time."

She thought, A-HA! They DID get close to fucking! Boy, I wish I knew the full story to that. But Susan is staying completely mum, and if I ask Sweetie too many questions, he'll realize that I don't know shit. At least I got the gist. That'll help me a lot going forward with Susan's indoctrination.

As she fondled his stiff boner, she changed topics before her lack of knowledge could be exposed, "On a different note, what exactly happened between you and my daughter in the closet last night?"

A guilty look crossed his face. "What do you mean? We were, uh, necking."

She stared at him hard. "Normally, you're a pretty clever and smooth guy, especially for someone your age. But you just wrote the word 'GUILTY' all over your face. Besides, when I opened the door, I saw all kinds of hand movement and clothes being pulled back into place. And let's not forget that she was topless."

He sighed with frustration. "Okay, I'll admit that there was more than just kissing going on. My hands were all over her, and she had her hands on my ass, and my... penis."

"A-HA! I knew it!"

Despite her "A-ha" moment, he couldn't help but look down between their bodies and grin. He couldn't actually see anything due to the water and the way they were pressed together, but he could definitely feel it. He said, "Kind of exactly what you're doing to me this very minute, as a matter of fact."

She had to grin at that too. "There does seem to be a lot of that going around lately, isn't there? But don't get all cocky with me, Mr. Cock Man. You have to be careful with Amy, you hear? I understand that it's probably all but inevitable that you and her are going to get sexually involved. But I want you to take it slowly with her. Please!"

He nodded. "I am. Believe me, I am. With her, it's like... she has no sexual barriers with me. I could probably tell her I'm going to fuck her, and she'd happily say, 'M'kay!"

Suzanne chided him, "Well, DON'T! That's exactly what I'm worried about!" She stopped jacking him off to wag a warning finger near his face.

"Relax! I said I could, but I obviously haven't. You know how much I love Amy. At first, I started playing with her, kind of toying with her innocence and her, well, her Amy-ness. But then I realized that sex stuff is way too important for the fun and games we've always played."

"Damn straight!" Suzanne said emphatically. She reached back down to his cock under the water and gave it a firm, almost painful squeeze. "This naughty boy right here, he's the cause of all the trouble in this house. Susan had a point about all your cum building up to dangerous levels. I think it's time I suck all that evil naughtiness right out of you!" She resumed jacking him off.

He chuckled, then acted scared. "Oh no! Not that! Anything but that! Please, Brer Fox, please don't throw me into that thar briar patch!"

She laughed at that. "Nice reference. I suppose I'll cut you some slack, since you called me a fox." She winked. "Now, come on, let's get back to my lounge chair."

The two of them got out of the pool and toweled off. Happily for Alan, Suzanne let him towel her off, and she toweled him off. Needless to say, their private parts got the most toweling. They would have done it far longer except that they were eager to get to the blowjob they had "promised" Susan they would do.

However, Suzanne felt she still had more to say about Amy. They lay side by side on the lounge chair and resumed jacking him off. "Before I get started sucking the evil cum out of you, I want to reiterate that you need to go slow with Amy. Unfortunately, her body has matured a lot faster than her mind has. I wish I could just freeze her from getting sexually involved for a few more years, at least, but obviously that's just a pipe dream. With the way things are getting sexed up around here, there's no way I can expect her to stay out of it."

Alan said, "That's definitely true. Believe me, I've tried my best already. But she's just too hot and too willing! I love her so much. Now that I can express my love for you, Mom, and Sis in a physical way, how can I resist doing that with her too?"

Suzanne nodded sadly. "I know. I get it. And you two have already gotten involved, like what you were doing last night, so it's hopeless for me to put Pandora back in her box. But promise me this: don't take things to the next level yet! Meaning blowjobs. You two can kiss and fondle if you must, including your penis, but keep it at that until I give you the green light. Please?"

He said, "I'll try, but... it's really tough! How long am I supposed to hold back like that, and for what purpose? With the way things are going, she's going to see all kinds of sexual stuff happening all over the house and want to be a part of it."

Suzanne sighed wearily. "I know, I know. To be honest, a delay is as much for me as for her. I need to adjust to the fact that she's becoming a woman. And we also have to be careful about her blabbing to others. For instance, it wouldn't be wise to fully reveal the details of your medical treatment."

He nodded. "Sometimes, her enthusiasm gets the best of her."

They talked some more about Amy and Suzanne's concerns about her. But all the while, they were freely fondling each other, with Suzanne steadily continuing her handjob, and they got so worked up that they switched positions for a blowjob.

Suzanne started sucking. She'd noticed that Susan was working at the kitchen sink, which meant that it was all but impossible for her not to stare right at her and Alan. So she figured that she could help break Susan of her prudish ways a little bit more while helping Alan enjoy himself. Knowing that Susan was almost certainly watching her every move inspired her to really go to town on his cock. Unfortunately, there was a good distance between where she was and the kitchen window, but she was careful to position herself for Susan's benefit to make sure she always had something to see.

After a few minutes, she switched over to a titfuck-blowjob combo because she figured that would be easy for Susan to see and enjoy. Plus, she was proud of what she could do with her long tongue, and she couldn't resist showing off a little bit.

CHAPTER 3

Suzanne was fully absorbed with her titfuck-blowjob combo when she heard Alan say in a casual, happy tone, "Hey, you cuties."

Alarmed, Suzanne looked up and around, and saw Katherine and Amy walking towards them. They smiled, seemingly unfazed whatsoever by what Suzanne was doing. Amy said, "Hey, Bo. Hey, Mom," and Katherine said, "Hey Bro. Hey, Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne sat all the way up and covered her privates. "HEY! What's going on here?! You can't just come strolling out here like that!"

The two girls stopped a few feet away and struck a sexy pose. They stood back to back with hands held between their bodies, and each of them had a leg slightly bent. They smiled and preened for Alan's benefit, when Katherine asked, "What, you don't like our bikinis?"

Suzanne huffed in frustration, "Bikinis?! What bikinis?! Where are your bikini tops, for starters?!"

Amy said, "We were kinda thinking we don't really need 'em. I mean, haven't we sorta moved beyond being all formal and stuff?" She glanced knowingly at Alan's erection, which was still stiff and fully exposed.

Seeing that, Suzanne attempted to cover his boner by wrapping one hand around it, while still covering her nipples with the other arm. She managed to hide her pussy too by the way that she sat. She protested, "Never you mind about that. Sweetie needs his special assistance, as you both know. You can't just come strolling out here while I'm helping him, especially with you two dressed like that! Especially you, Angel! At least my Amy is wearing proper bikini bottoms. Yours makes dental floss look thick in comparison! You might as well have not bothered at all!"

Actually, Suzanne wouldn't have minded Katherine's presence at all, if she'd come out alone. What unnerved her was the presence of her daughter Amy. Although she'd just told Alan that she'd let Amy jack him off, there was a big gap between saying something like that in theory and then seeing her daughter nearly naked in such a situation in reality. Suzanne picked on Katherine's bikini bottoms mainly because they were an easy target.

Katherine and Amy turned to each other with big smiles on their faces, as they both had the same idea at the same time. Katherine enthused, "'Might as well have not bothered at all.'"

Amy had already started pulling her bikini bottoms down. "Then why should we?"

Suzanne uncovered her breasts to smack her forehead. She winced and shook her head at her incorrigible teen girls. But she knew she was facing a losing battle: since she was buck naked, she was in no position to chide them for going naked too.

Alan shook his head in awe as he ogled Katherine and Amy standing naked almost within arm's reach. God, I'm so damn lucky! I know I keep saying it, but that's because it's true. And not just these two! He looked at Suzanne, her face unusually flushed with embarrassment. Then he looked down at her hand wrapped around his shaft. It wasn't visibly moving much, but he could feel the joy from the way she was subtly rubbing his sweet spot with two fingers.

Hot damn! That feels really good. I wondered if she even consciously realizes she's doing that. And then there's Mom. He looked up towards the kitchen window. He'd noticed that she'd been looking out at them more often than not, and sure enough, she was staring with interest.

Now that Amy knew she and Katherine weren't going to get kicked out, she sat down on Suzanne's lounge chair, rested a hand on her mother's nearer leg, and struck a more conciliatory tone. "Mom, we're totally sorry for walking in on your special private time. It's just that Kat and I were up in her room and we saw you two out here, but you were just swimming around in the pool and having fun. By the time we got all dressed and stuff, thing had kinda changed, and you were doing a lot of that." She nodded at Suzanne's hand wrapped around Alan's erection.

Suzanne hadn't realized what she was doing to Alan's cock, but now that it had been pointed out to her, she let go of it. She shook her head in frustration. She was no longer bothering to cover her privates, because it seemed pointless.

Katherine sat down nearby. She complained, "Awww. Why'd you stop? Don't stop because of us. In fact, you should resume doing what you did before, that titfuck-blowjob thing."

Amy nodded. "Yeah! That was cool! Too cool for school. Mom titfucking Alan by the pool!"

Picking up on the rhyme, Katherine gleefully added, "Busty MILF moms rule."

Amy giggled. "They do! And they make their naked daughters drool." She playfully licked her lips, as if licking away drool, while staring overtly at Alan's uncovered and still very stiff boner.

Katherine added, "Especially when they suck and titty-fuck Big Brother's tool."

Both girls giggled at that, and Alan chuckled. Amy cheered, "Good one!"

Suzanne was amused too, but she tried not to show it. She said with chagrin, "You two would go on making silly rhymes all day long if I let you, wouldn't you?"

Amy joked, "Your rappin' rhymin' daughter ain't no fool!"

"Ugh!" Suzanne groaned, but she smiled too.

The four of them made small talk for a while. Alan sensed that Suzanne wasn't going to get back to what she'd been doing to him, and his penis went flaccid after a while as a result. He definitely loved all the nudity, but he deliberately willed his penis to go flaccid and stay that way, both to give it a much needed break and to make the situation less embarrassing for Suzanne.

Suzanne was frustrated that she couldn't finish what she'd started before the interruption, but the girls showed no sign of wanting to leave. In fact, the two of them plus Alan started frolicking in the pool. Suzanne wasn't about to finish Alan off if Amy was in sight. She had other things to do and she didn't feel like swimming with them, so eventually she said, "I've gotta go. Angel, I suppose it's up to you to help your brother cum this time. He hasn't shot his rocks off all day long, isn't that right?"

Alan nodded.

Katherine said, "No problem!" Then she added shyly, "But... would it be okay if Amy sticks around and kind of learns from what I'm doing?"

Suzanne sighed heavily. "I suppose. Just so long as I don't have to see it."

Amy cheered, raising her fists up in triumph. "Yeay!"

Suzanne wagged a finger at Alan. "Just remember what I talked about earlier."

"I will. Don't worry," he replied earnestly.

Suzanne left a short time after that.

The three teens got out of the pool and toweled each other off, because they were eager to have more sexy fun.

The mutual toweling somehow turned into a three-way kiss-and-fondle. With Suzanne gone, Amy asked, "What did my mom mean with that 'remember what I talked about earlier' thingy?"

Alan answered with a hand on Amy's ass and the other one on Katherine's. "She kind of laid down the law about what you and I can do together. You know how she's super protective of you?"

Amy grumped, "Uh! Believe me, I know. What did she say?"

"She said you could play with my dick if you want, but you're not allowed to use your mouth on it. At least not until she gives you the okay."

Amy didn't reply immediately to that. Clearly, she considered that a mixture of good news and bad news.

Katherine was already stroking Alan's boner, which was trapped between their three bodies. She brightly told Amy, "That's pretty good, Aims, considering everything. For your mom, that's a pretty big step. There's a LOT of fun you can do with this, you know." She took Amy's hand and guided it to Alan's hard-on. Then she assisted Amy's hand by helping it up and down his shaft.

Amy looked down and smiled. "Yeah, that's true. But still, I'm not blind. It's all about the oral help these days, isn't it, Bo? That feels way better, doesn't it?"

"It does," he admitted, even as he switched to fingering her pussy. "But it's kind of like two scoops of ice cream instead of one. It's still ice cream either way, and it's still awesome."

Amy's smile widened. She tilted her head, and asked him quizzically, "What about the titty-fucking thingy Mom was doing when we got here? Would that be allowed now?"

Alan thought that over. "Hmmm... Hard to say... She just specified 'No oral.'"

Katherine, who had a hand around Alan and was fingering his ass crack, asked Amy, "Girl, would you say that your cleavage is part of your mouth?"

"No. Definitely not!" Amy's smile grew even bigger somehow.

Katherine exclaimed, "Then let's do it! Right now! I'll show you how."

The three of them repositioned. Alan laid back on a lounge chair, which was tilted way back, and Katherine and Amy sprawled over his legs so they were up close to his crotch. Amy had the prime position, and wasted no time trapping his hot pole in her cleavage. But then she stopped, and breathlessly told Katherine, "M'kay! Cool! Now, tell me what I'm supposed to do!"

Katherine giggled. "Calm down. His great big cock isn't going anywhere, especially now that you've got it safely imprisoned in your tits."

Amy enthused, "I know! Isn't this super neat?" Her entire body wiggled with excitement, causing his dick to slip and slide inside her cleavage. "What do you think, Bo? I think it's super double duper ultra neatalicious!"

He chuckled. "Definitely ultra neatilicious all the way!"

Katherine moved in closer with her hands. "Hold on, Aims. The first rule about titfucking is, before you even get started, you need lubrication. Either your tits or his cock, or both, so it can slip and slide in a very delightful way. In a pinch, you can always spit down into your cleavage, but since I'm here, let me help you out."

With all but the cockhead trapped in Amy's cleavage, Katherine leaned in, swallowed his head, and started sucking on it.

Amy exclaimed, "COOL! I'm so psyched that we're doing this!"

Katherine had a vague notion to just bob long enough to get the top third of Alan's stiff rod wet. She drooled and salivated as much as possible, to help with that. But once she got started, she didn't want to stop. After about a minute, she started focusing on lapping her tongue against her brother's sweet spot inside her mouth.

Amy sighed with longing. "I totally wish I could do that. That's the one bummer. Bo, I've been waiting all along for you to ask me to suck your big thingy, and now it's against Mom's rules."

He thought, Why the heck didn't I say or do more with her before this?! Duh! Oh yeah. I was trying to respect Aunt Suzy's wishes, even before she laid out any specific rules. Heck, the real rule used to be that I shouldn't do anything at all with Aims if I could help it. So today is a pretty big leap forward. Plus, I have to admit, I've kinda had my own issues. Aims is so sweet and lovable, but she is innocent and spacey too. Aunt Suzy has a point that we should go slow. Plus, can she be trusted?

That reminded him to say, "By the way, Aims, whatever you do, you can't tell anyone that we're doing stuff like this, okay?"

"Don't worry. I totally know that already. Kat reminded me about that too, upstairs, just a little while ago. Haven't I been good so far?"

"You have. Definitely. Oh, and by the way, it looks like Sis might be a while getting me lubed up. So why don't you get started anyway? Squeeze my shaft tightly with both of your boobs. Then start sliding them up and down, either together or one goes up while the other one goes down."

She squeezed him very tightly indeed, and then started sliding, keeping both of her tits in tandem at first, since that was easier. "Like this?"

"Not like that!"

Alan and Amy looked up and around, because that voice didn't belong to either of them, and Katherine's mouth was stuffed full of cock, so she obviously couldn't speak that clearly.

The three teens quickly noticed Susan striding towards them. She was wearing just her bikini bottoms. Her hands were crossed over her great tits, both to hide her nipples and to stop her globes from wildly bouncing when she moved with such speed.

Alan was slightly alarmed, but not for long. The last he'd seen his mother, she was wearing a bikini. He figured that she couldn't be too upset if she was coming out to them while topless. He said cheerily, "Hey, Mom!"

Susan was upset, but more irked than truly angry. Plus, it was easy to see that she was very aroused. Not only was her face flushed, and her breath heavy, but the others could smell her arousal once she got close. As she hustled towards them, she complained, "Don't you 'hey' me. What do you think you're doing?!"

Alan explained, "We're teaching Amy how to titfuck." He had to be the one to say that, because Katherine hadn't stopped her blowjob at all. In fact, she was bobbing on him with double speed, for fear that she wouldn't be able to do it much longer.

Susan finally reached them, and stood just a couple of feet away. She kept her privates covered. "I can see that! Obviously! But you're breaking a very important rule!"

He stalled for time, with his shaft still trapped between Amy's tits and his cockhead and then some in Katherine's quickly sliding lips. Just like Katherine, he suspected they wouldn't be allowed to do this for much longer. "What rule is that? I just had a talk with Aunt Suzy a while ago, and she's okay with this, I'm pretty sure. She said Amy can play with my dick as long as she doesn't use her mouth."

Susan huffed, "I know that. She talked to me on her way out too. I'm talking about another VERY important rule, the one that says that only one of your big-titted babes can help you at any one time!"

Like the other two, Amy had caught on this wasn't likely to last long, at least in present form. So she'd resumed sliding her tits up and down Alan's shaft. She also looked at Susan and said, "That's kind of a weird rule."

Alan chimed in, "Yeah. I don't like that rule."

Susan knelt down right next to his lounge chair. She was still annoyed, but she was drawn to the action like a bee to honey. "I know YOU don't like that rule. But there's a reason for it."

He was still stalling for time. "Which is?"

She sighed with exasperation. "UH! I've explained this to you, several times. If I allow this to go on" - she waved a hand towards his cock, which was almost entirely buried in Amy's cleavage and Katherine's mouth - "where will it end? It'll be a full-blown orgy, all the time!"

Still delaying, and prolonging the joy, he asked, "And what's so bad about that?"

"Because, if we don't have limits, you'll end up fucking all of us! And don't ask why that's bad. You know it's a grave sin to fuck your mother or your sister, and Amy clearly isn't ready for that either. Now, Katherine, stop that this instant!"

Katherine froze in place, with her lips still tightly wrapped around her brother's shaft.

Susan rolled her eyes at that half-hearted response. "Pull your lips all the way off - NOW! And keep them off! Your tongue too!" In contradiction to her words, she thought, Goodness gracious! That's SO HOT! Angel is turning into a wonderful cocksucker!

Katherine had **** but to comply with that direct order, so she did. Still, she was secretly delighted at how long her brother had managed to stall for time. Now that her mouth was free, she griped, "Awww! Bummer!"

Alan decided to take the offensive, before Susan could issue more commands. "Mom, why are you more than half-naked? When you left, you still had your bikini top on."

His sexy mother looked away, abashed. Her erect nipples were throbbing almost painfully, and the way that she was attempting to cover them with her hands weren't helping. "Never you mind about that."

He pressed, "And there's a really pungent smell of wet pussy that seems to be coming from you. Have you been watching us from the kitchen, and playing with yourself?"

Susan blushed. She didn't say anything, because she didn't want to admit it, but she knew it was pointless to try to deny it. She had been watching nearly non-stop. She would have come out to complain much earlier, except she was worried she'd get drawn into what the girls were doing instead of getting them to stop. She was increasingly afraid that was happening.

Luckily for her, Amy spoke up. "Kat was just showing me how to titfuck him. Why don't you help as well? I'm sure you have all kinds of great tips to share." She was keeping her tits still for the time being, but she was using her upper arms to keep his boner in a tight squeeze. And now that Katherine had vacated the top portion of his cock, she rubbed his sweet spot with two fingers.

Susan bashfully looked down to the ground. "To be honest, I haven't... I haven't... titfucked him yet."

Katherine exclaimed, "WHAT?! MOM! That's bizarre. His fat cock and your big tits? That's a match made in heaven!"

Susan found herself clutching her huge breasts with both hands, fondling them somewhat from below. She'd given up or forgotten about covering her privates, because she was too damn horny. "I know. But, to be honest, I didn't even realize it was a real thing until very recently, when Suzanne started talking about it. But... now that I do know about it... I'm... I'm kind of scared."

Amy asked, "Scared? Why?! This is my first titfuck and I'm not scared at all."

"I know, but it's just... I worry that it could be TOO good! My breasts... they're so sensitive! TOO sensitive! Already, Tiger, I've become obsessed about pleasuring your cock. Too obsessed! I think about it all day long, and I freely call myself one of your personal cocksuckers. I even think of myself as one of your... one of your sex pets!" By now, she was so worked up that she was freely kneading and fondling her tits while staring directly and exclusively at Amy's sliding fingers exploring his thick shaft. Her heart was racing and her chest was heaving with her heavy panting.

She continued, "If it's as good as I think it will be... my goodness! I'll lose all control! That's why we have to have rules and limits. In fact, I can't even watch now, or I'm going to totally lose it!" She shut her eyes tight.

Alan said, "Mom, you're really missing out. If it weren't for that dumb 'one woman at a time' rule of yours, you could engulf my fat knob right now and suck on it to your heart's content while Sis shows Aims how to titfuck the rest. Doesn't that sound like fun? In fact, why don't we do that right now? Aims? Is that okay with you?"

"M'kay! Totally! Sharing is fun!"

He asked, "Sis?"

"Sure. Why not? In fact, the three of us ladies could spend the whole afternoon together, just having fun sucking cock, and titfucking it, and stroking it, and all around loving it! Doesn't that sound like a great way to pass the time?"

Susan clenched her teeth and tried to summon her willpower. She felt like she was on the verge of falling off a cliff, into total sexual abandon. She was pinching her nipples and coming close to an orgasm from breast play alone. It does! That sounds divine! Like a dream! Why not just give in?! Forget that dumb rule! Give in to... cock! To serving and loving my son's wonderful cock! It's going to happen anyway, isn't it? It is! It's just a matter of time until we're all sucking him off together! HNNNG! So good! SO HOT! Oh GOD! The three of us could lick his cock as a team! UNGH!

She was on the cusp of giving in, but the fear of getting fucked held her back. She truly worried that could lead to eternal hellfire and damnation for herself and her son, and her daughter too. Only Amy would be spared.

She suddenly stood up and opened her eyes. With her hand still playing with her breasts, she weakly complained, "You kids, watch yourself! One-on-one help only. Don't make me come back out here!" With that, she turned and ran back to the house, somehow both clutching and fondling her tits all the way.