Part 5: Mind Games (Cont'd)

Chapter 5

Suzanne kept Susan hot and bothered for a very long time. Along the way, she learned the rest of what she'd wanted Alan to tell her. Most importantly, she'd learned all about Susan's late night "soreness check," including the fact that Alan had cum on her twice.

Suzanne couldn't have been more delighted. In her opinion, that event couldn't have gone any better.

By the time Suzanne finally left the Plummer house, it was about ten o'clock.

Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas.

Katherine had been using a glass at Alan's door to listen to what Suzanne was doing with him, just as she'd done the previous few times that Suzanne had been in there. She was ecstatic when she heard Suzanne finally touching and stroking Alan's erection, because that made it much easier for her to do the same. She'd had to stop eavesdropping when she'd heard Susan coming up the stairs to go into his room, but what she'd heard before that made her very horny and excited.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and she wanted to have some of that fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit once he's recovered from Aunt Suzy, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, hoping he soon would come by.

Alan took a shower just to get back in touch with reality a bit. Then he went back to his room and tried to read, but he was still too excited to concentrate. Finally, he decided it was time to call it a night, so he got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

When he heard surprisingly loud music coming from Katherine's room, he fell into her trap. He stopped outside her partly-open door and said through the crack, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's not that late," she replied back through the door. "Isn't it still before eleven?"

"I know, but I always feel tired. Remember this treatment of mine is all about my tiredness?"

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

Unsuspecting, he opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of "Get on the Good Foot," a funky song by James Brown.

He thought, Holy Cow. More sexiness! If I hadn't just gotten refreshed by that shower, I think I'd just pass out trying to wrap my head around so much sexiness in one house.

He pulled up a chair and sat down near her door, asking, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at ten o'clock at night? Isn't that kind of unusual?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? We must be the richest people in town to not have a working air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now, I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need. In fact, if I remember correctly, you didn't even want me to go to the games when you were cheering."

"That was then; this is now. Since Mom's trying to shake off her fuddy-duddy ways, so am I."

"Cool. So what do I do?"

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So he sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she hadn't had the courage to remove her bra and panties before luring him in.

But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, knocked on the door, and said through it, "Angel, please turn that racket down. I'm going to go to bed now." Susan's bedroom was just down the hall, and she wanted to go to sleep now that Suzanne was gone.

But Katherine wouldn't be deterred that easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice," she said as she plugged in her CD player. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

He noticed that it really was quite hot and stuffy. The walls were made of thick concrete, which meant that when they heated up during the day they took a long time to cool down at night, somewhat like adobe. "Um, okay," he said uncertainly. "But do you think it's really ... I mean ... Do you think Mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings?

Even so, Katherine got the gist and said, "Bro, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I made the suggestion partly so I could do my share with the 'sexing things up' plan. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff that Aunt Suzy has been showing you lately, but I want to try to do my part. Anyway, it's just the same as wearing a bikini."

She paused, frowning. "Unless you don't want my help?"

"No, that's not it. I totally appreciate your help. I was just asking what Mom would think about it, is all."

"Don't worry about that. Mom and Aunt Suzy sat me down and filled me in on the whole 'sexing things up' plan. I'm supposed to help with the visual stimulation part."

That sounded harmless enough, so Alan sat back to watch. While his penis was still down for the count, he was eager to see more of what she really looked like. He'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she'd always dressed so conservatively.

Katherine started doing her routines again. But she danced around even more sexily now, and really put on a show for her brother. It wasn't just that she was dancing only in her underwear; she put true passion into it. She stood mere feet from him and constantly stared into his eyes.

He thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pom-poms! She's really good too. She moves so gracefully. No wonder she got on the varsity squad.

Dancing in her undies was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But she got so worked up showing herself off for her brother that she didn't want to stop there. She decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she wanted most of all was to bring him to an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from him.

He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go. However, he noticed that she was staying. In fact, she didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" he asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay. Good night. And a great job dancing. You're really good." That was true - she was a natural when it came to dancing.

"Thanks!"

He walked up the stairs.

But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark and they were the perfect place to spy on his sister.

He didn't realize that she was trying to get him to spy on her, so once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, rationalizing to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't show them even to me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get. I know all the routines the cheerleading squad does in public, so what else is there?

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! What's gotten into me? This isn't right. I'll bet anything that Brother is up there watching, and he's gonna see me naked! But even as she thought those things, her hands pulled her panties down her legs as if they were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely in the nude.

Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He was worried she might see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. He figured that if she did look his way he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds.

He got involved watching her. There really were no additional extra-sexy routines, as she'd done all her best ones for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made him forget all about judging how sexy her moves were. All her moves were beyond arousing now. He even felt his penis stir, which was remarkable considering all it had been through in the previous few hours.

Katherine did her naked routines facing towards the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know whether he was watching, but had no way of knowing.

God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching - my boobs bounce around far too much.

But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating at the top of the stairs while looking down at me. That would be pretty cool!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty, naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pom-poms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his suddenly revived boner.

I shouldn't be doing this while looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. I mean, Aunt Suzy is one thing, 'cos she's not really my aunt. This is like ****! But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? I know: what if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Aims?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. His effort to pretend she was someone else was a flop. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he felt he should.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly. In fact, they bounced around so much that she vowed again this would be the first and last time she ever did her routines in the nude.

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it since he didn't have his usual towel or tissues to shoot into. He was **** though to do something fast, and decided to cum into his T-shirt as a last resort. Just as he finished shooting his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Tiger? Angel? Where are you kids? Remember, you have school tomorrow."

He immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect dick back into his shorts, and scurried back up the rest of the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the bedroom floor. Once he was closer to Susan's room, he saw her standing at her door, so he said to her, "I was just downstairs. Sis is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

She replied, "Very well. I don't want you dragging around tomorrow morning."

"No worries, Mom. Good night."

"Night."

Katherine didn't hear all of that, but she did hear what Susan was shouting. From that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room, and apparently wasn't upstairs at all. My God! He was down here watching me! He had to have been! No way!

She fell to the floor and began fingering her pussy furiously. This is so wrong. So very wrong. God is going to punish me for this!

Katherine considered herself to usually be a good Christian. However, she wasn't nearly as devout as her mother. In fact, nearly everything Katherine knew about Christianity came from what Susan had taught her, or from all the countless times Susan dragged her children off to church.

Before Katherine went to sleep, she wrote about her worries regarding **** in her diary.

Dear Diary,

I got Brother to watch me dance naked tonight! Woo-hoo!

She went on to recount in detail what had happened in the basement. She concluded:

Hot damn! But do I dare take this further? Diary, you KNOW how much I've gone on and on about my love for my brother and all the sexy things I want to do with him. But that was just fantasy. This is getting to be real! Really real! I don't want to cross some line and push him away from me. How much would he consider us doing it to be ****? I mean, we're family but we're not really related genetically. Would he be okay with messing around, or would he totally freak out? I've gotta find that out somehow. How can I do that without screwing things up?!

But her worries took second place to her excitement, and writing about what had just happened got her so hot that she had to masturbate some more before she went to sleep.

That night, Katherine had a very strange dream. She was cheering at a football game as usual. As the players left the field for half time, she got ready for the half time show. Walking on to the field with the others, she felt a bit of a draft blowing, but it was nice and warm. When she got to center field, she was surprised to see the others still standing at the side and doing a cheer for her.

"Go Kat, go Kat, you're so hot! Show them all just what you've got!"

Suddenly, she realized she was only wearing shoes, socks, and pom-poms. Oh no! I'm completely naked in the middle of the stadium and all eyes are on me! How did this happen?!

She tried to run back to the others, but instead she just seemed to be running on the spot.

Now what do I do? I don't want to show my body to the entire school! At that she glanced up at the stands and got another shock. Alan was in the front row with Suzanne on his left and a very red blushing Susan on his right. Both were completely naked too. Furthermore, they had their hands in his shorts, and she could see stroking movement going on.

Quickly, she scanned the rest of the stands. Impossibly, everyone in the crowd was either Alan, Suzanne, or Susan, but the vast majority were Alan. They were all hollering for her to give them a show.

She was a little hesitant, but started to do a routine. She figured that if it was family, and especially for Alan, then it was okay. She was nervous, but as time went on she started to really get inspired in her fluid motions. The cheers from the crowd became even louder and soon the entire crowd looked like Alan. She wasn't dancing for her school; she was dancing for a crowd of hundreds of Alans. Even the other cheerleaders had disappeared.

Soon, she lost all inhibitions and proudly displayed every inch of her naked body in daring routines. As she was doing this, she felt herself get hotter and more turned on than she had ever been. She couldn't help herself, and found herself doing pelvic thrusts and running her hands all over her body. She locked eyes on the first Alan that she'd seen, and silently mouthed to him: "Fuck me! Fuck me, Brother!"

As she kept doing this, the stadium started shrinking until it became the size of a room and the crowd of countless Alans was so close to her they could actually touch her. And touch her they did. She felt hands all over her body. There was no pretense of dancing left. Instead she slowly dropped to her hands and knees, letting all these Alans play with her body. She was being caressed over her entire body.

She started to cum hard in her dream. She woke up with a deep guttural groan of pleasure, realizing that she was cumming in real life too. She found the sheets soaked near her crotch, her fingers playing furiously with her clit and nipples.

When she calmed down, she sat up and looked over at the clock. It read 2.30 a.m. That was intense! I've never cum like that. And weird! Phew! Just one Alan is more than enough for me, thank you very much. I'd better change these sheets before the cum soaks through into my mattress. And I'd better go wash up a bit. I'll have to be quiet about it, though. I doubt Mom would understand.

She quickly pulled off her sheets and put them in the laundry hamper. She sighed. I'm way too obsessed with my brother! Even after lusting for him for a couple of years, my feelings only grow stronger. Now Aunt Suzy gets to live MY dream in real life, and I'm stuck with nothing but weird wet dreams.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, she put on a fresh set of sheets and fell asleep again as soon as her head touched her pillow.

Chapter 6 (Thursday, Oct. 10)

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. I'm sure she's about to fall back into her prudish ways as a means of dealing with her unfamiliar urges. She's like memory foam: if I'm not actively imprinting a new impression, she's going to snap back to her prior shape. I'll soothe her feelings about all these exciting changes that are troubling her, and push her further at the same time. This is fun!

She looked at her best friend, who was dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises in the Plummer house basement, the same room where Katherine had 'practiced' her naked cheerleader routine the night before.

Suzanne was surprised at just how rapidly Susan's attitudes were changing. She'd tried for years and years to get Susan to loosen up about sex, without much success. Now it was as if the floodgates had opened. Suzanne felt she had to strike fast while Susan's newfound feelings about sex were still in flux.

Susan had always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. True, Susan was all over the place with her feelings, one moment lost in an obvious sexual fantasy and the next going on about sin and the fires of Hell. But overall, now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, Suzanne was pleasantly surprised that Susan wasn't more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real-life consequences. Maybe that's because she doesn't fully admit that she has "those" feelings for him or that he has "those" feelings for her. Or maybe it's just that right now it's all still just fantasizing, and the prospect of actually touching him in a sexual way seems completely off limits. She can write off what happened yesterday as a one-time freak event.

She's going to be in for a real surprise soon, when she has to admit her feelings and motives fully, and then act on them. The shit's about to get real!

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On the one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying him instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds were slim that he would marry a twenty-one-year-older woman. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her own son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her. Most importantly, she knew that the more Susan transformed, the more sexual fun she herself could have, not only with Alan, but hopefully with Katherine and Susan too. Ultimately, her vision of a sexual utopia included both Alan and Susan, which meant that they would need to get intimate with each other as well as with her.

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking. She'd talked Susan into wearing a new outfit that was really skin-tight. It practically looked painted on, and she wasn't "allowed" to wear any underwear underneath.

Susan is like me; she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing: fucking! Just like me. At least I recognize it and haven't lived like a nun my entire life. Heck, most nuns have had more sex than she's had. Of course she's always covered up like a Saudi woman in a burka because otherwise the line of suitors after her would stretch down the street, and she doesn't want their attention. Such a waste of a body like that.

It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had a chance to play the field. She's never experienced great sex. However, it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Sweetie between us? Phew! That idea heats up the room! I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do much pushing at all, now that the wheels are in motion. It's more that I should guide things to make sure they stay on track. Angel, for instance, seems to be progressing fine without my meddling. This six-times-a-day scheme is such a powerful setup. Susan and Angel can do all kinds of incestuous things with Sweetie and still convince themselves that it's all just to further his treatment. Hopefully, it's just a matter of time before the two of them knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved! She chuckled to herself.

No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets ... They're both ripe fruit ready for the picking!

And speaking of fruits, they're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. Sweetie's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any serious nasty or forbidden thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that a gorgeous - woman throws herself at you, what boy his age could resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, there's no way he can say no. The fact is, wealthy people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem was, Suzanne felt bad about lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. She tried hard not to think about it much, but the guilt really bothered her. She was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything, trying to be as honest with her friend as possible. It was as if Susan were the conscience that Suzanne sometimes lacked.

But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was she knew deep down that she'd do it even if Susan didn't benefit, just to get Alan. As long as she didn't out-and-out hurt her closest friend, she would be relentless in her pursuit to win him. Her life was boring and in a rut, with no end in sight until she fell in love with him, and now all her future hopes depended on him. She wanted to make up for lying to Susan by giving her the same happy ending - love and sex with Alan - that she would make for herself.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." They each toweled off the sweat before beginning their cool-down stretching exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Have you masturbated since the appointment with Akami?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is NO!"

"I think you have," Suzanne said boldly.

Susan blushed as she thought about just how much she'd masturbated in the last 48 hours, starting with her time in the bathroom at the doctor's office. She was most ashamed to recall how she'd secretly played with her nipples and even her pussy the evening before while Suzanne was in her bedroom upstairs. True, she'd done it under a sheet, and only because Suzanne's talk made her too horny to control herself. But now she worried that Suzanne had witnessed her secret "shame."

Suzanne could guess what Susan was thinking, and didn't want her to worry. "Of course I have no way of knowing for sure; I'm just saying that because everybody masturbates at some point. It's no big deal. I've already proved to you that female masturbation is no sin. We all do it. It's just that some people are willing to admit it, and some aren't."

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never really masturbated until two days earlier during the medical appointment with Akami. She'd been so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the appointment with Akami, she'd been making up for lost time. In fact, she'd masturbated six times since then. She'd even masturbated herself to sleep the previous night, just hours earlier. However, she still called it "performing a breast self-exam," and she generally restricted herself to touching her breasts and not her pussy. But her nipples were so sensitive and her thoughts and fantasies about Alan were so arousing that she was able to climax each time just the same.

She'd managed to avoid masturbating so far since waking up that morning, but even while she was exercising she'd already been thinking that another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

Susan realized the "breast exam" distinction would never fly with Suzanne. For one thing, Suzanne would ask why Susan needed to perform a monthly exam five times in a single day. So, with a hangdog expression, she admitted, "Well, okay, so what if I do? Rarely, mind you! And I'll have you know I only touch my breasts and not any further down. But what business is it of yours, anyway? It's a very private and very personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely, because ALL of the sexual dreams and fantasies that she'd been having lately revolved around Alan. She closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving her son.

Last night was the worst. After I saw Tiger sitting naked in his room with Suzanne right there on her knees in front of him, I nearly lost my mind! I wanted so badly for that to be me. "Look, Tiger. Look at Mommy's titties. They're just as nice as Aunt Suzy's, and just as big too. You want to play with them? Why don't you play with them while Mommy holds your erection? Oh yeah! Mommy likes to hold her Tiger's meaty rod so very much. Can Mommy stroke it for you too? If you let Mommy stroke it, you can play with her boobies any time you like. Squeeze my nipples just a little more, Tiger! Oh yes! Mommy's stroking faster and faster!"

And that darn Suzanne. Coming into my room and making me think about how it would feel if Tiger were to cum on my chest, and even on my face. I mean, the thought of stroking his big member over and over again, and even licking it, just so he could cover me in his sticky goo again! 'Cos he's already done it to me twice, and I loved it! And Suzanne seems to think I might even have to put it in my mouth and suck on it in order to get him to cum! Why, the very idea is just so ... hot!

Wait. Did I say "hot?" I meant "disgusting." I mean, what kind of mommy, what kind of big-breasted mommy, would take her son's huge erection and lovingly lick and kiss ... Uh-oh, I'm doing it again. My head is filled with nothing but these filthy thoughts!

Suddenly she snapped back to reality, remembering that Suzanne was standing there waiting for her response. Oh dear! I hope it wasn't obvious that I was spacing out there.

In fact, it was obvious; Suzanne had seen Susan's eyes glaze over. But she was diplomatic enough not to mention anything.

They got some water bottles from a nearby counter and sat down to recover from their workout.

"I'm sorry for asking," Suzanne said contritely. "It's just that ... I'm sure this last week or two have been very trying for you, ever since Sweetie began his treatment. After hearing about what happened at the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and that only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been **** into. I mean, I know you would NEVER want to do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax. You're just helping him with his medical problem. That's all. The fact that you may end up jacking him off on a daily basis has nothing to do with ****."

"Wait!" Susan thought, What did she just say?! "Jacking him off on a daily basis?!" That's ... that's just too ... too ... HNNG! I can't breathe!

She pulled herself together and pleaded, "Suzanne, can we please not talk about that right now? It makes me feel ... conflicted. Frankly, it gives me a headache."

"Okay. Sorry." Suzanne realized that she probably was pushing too hard. It wasn't the end of the world to give Susan a break for a while. But she planned to return to her same themes over and over until Susan was a complete "convert." She knew that with Susan there was no middle ground; Susan was used to complete moral clarity and had a hard time with grey areas. Thus Suzanne had to break down Susan's belief system, substituting a new belief system that looked at sex in an entirely different way without affecting Susan's innate goodness.

Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation at that time.

Chapter 7

As Alan wandered down a mostly empty hall, heading to the cafeteria to get some lunch, Christine suddenly came up from behind him and planted herself right in front of him, blocking his path. She had her hands on her hips and she looked seriously pissed.

He knew from experience that she had a naturally intense look, so when she looked angry it didn't necessarily mean she really was. He halted in his tracks and waited to see what she wanted.

Christine waited what she felt was an appropriate interval for him to say something, but when he continued to show no signs of being ready to do so she blurted out, "Alan, when are you going to stop avoiding me?"

He blinked at her in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?"

She glared at him. "You know what I'm talking about. Ever since ... that day ... you've been avoiding me like the plague."

They both knew what she meant by "that day" - the day he'd clumsily tried to ask her out and she'd turned him down. It was too sensitive a subject for him to discuss or even mention directly.

He protested, "I have not. I see you every day and say 'Hi.' I just said 'Hi' to you earlier, in fact."

She struck a more apologetic pose. "I know, but all you do is say 'Hi, how's it going?', and you're pretty much obliged to do that because we share some of the same classes and even sit next to each other a lot. What I mean is, there's no real meaningful communication anymore. Look, I know what I said upset you. I was taken by surprise, and I kinda handled the whole thing badly. I figured I'd give you some time, but it's been seventeen days since then and you still hardly say more than two words to me at a time!"

"It has?"

"See?"

He laughed at how he had just proved her point. Christine was so serious and intense most of the time that she wasn't much of a joker. Even this was more a matter of her expressing her exasperation than of her attempting to be funny.

Realizing that playing dumb was both impossible and counterproductive, he opened up. "You know what? You're right. I guess I have been avoiding you. It's just that, well, I'm not good at this whole thing!" He flapped his arms about helplessly.

They both understood "this whole thing" referred to asking a girl out and dating.

She said, "Hey, I'm not the best at it either. I'm totally frustrated too, because you're not just 'some guy.' I really like you. We had a good friendship going. I don't want to ruin that!" She stomped her foot in frustration, which inadvertently set her big rack jiggling.

He couldn't help but stare in silent appreciation. Dang! How I manage to talk to Christine and not just drool like an idiot is beyond me. She's so friggin' sexy! And stacked!

Sometimes he wondered how much of his friendship with her was based on the fact that she had such big breasts. Spending so much time with Susan and Suzanne somehow left him drawn to large racks like a bee to honey. On the other hand, his long experience with the two mothers enabled him to act relatively normally around someone as extraordinary beautiful as Christine. Few other boys even dared to try to talk to her.

He said, "I'm frustrated too. I hope you know I really like you too - as a friend, I mean. It's just that, I like you so much, it's hard not to like you that other way too. Especially when you look as amazing as you do. You're just so ... beautiful!" He said that word like he was in awe.

Christine turned aside and blushed in a really cute way.

He continued, "I'll try better to crush these inappropriate feelings of mine and get things back to the way they were before. I'm sorry that I've been in denial, avoiding you like that. That's not smart."

She briefly held up a hand with a stop gesture. "Now, hold on. Don't crush those feelings entirely. I never said I didn't want to, you know, go on a date or something." She looked away bashfully, but then made eye contact again. "I said I wasn't ready. You can't just come out of the blue with a request like that! You need to woo a girl properly first!"

"So, can I woo you?" he asked nervously. It was almost like asking her out again, and that was extremely scary for him, but he had such strong feelings for her that he **** himself to do it.

She made an exasperated noise. "Well, I didn't say that either. Let's just ... Can we just get our friendship back on track first? I kind of ... Well, I've kind of missed having you to talk to."

He smiled widely. "Sure! I was just about to head to lunch. You wanna join me and hang out? Just the two of us?"

"YES!" She smiled with relief. In truth, Christine had a great number of acquaintances, but virtually no real friends. Other girls were envious of her looks, not to mention her smarts and all of her great talents and skills. Boys were too intimidated, at least after they'd once come on to her and had their heads handed back on a platter. Her "Ice Queen" persona put everyone off. She didn't suffer fools gladly, to say the least. But somehow Alan always saw through all that and treated her like just "one of the guys" (not counting his frequent gawking at her fantastic body). He was the only classmate she felt she could let her hair down with, and also one of the few she could respect on an intellectual level.

He wanted to hug her, but she'd always been skittish about that kind of thing. So he just started walking away, and she walked with him.

He said, "Hey, you know, this cute blonde came up to me yesterday after school and asked me what time it was. I told her it was three o'clock. She frowned unhappily, so I asked her what the problem was. She told me, 'I've been asking that question all day long, and each time I get a different answer!'"

Christine rolled her eyes, but she was secretly amused. Alan had a long-standing tradition of telling her dumb-blonde jokes, because she was blonde and yet she was most definitely not stupid. In fact, she was almost certainly the smartest student in the entire high school. But she rarely had good comebacks to his dumb-blonde jokes since humor wasn't her strong suit, and that amused him.

The two of them had a good time reconnecting at lunch, which let them put a lot of the awkwardness behind them.

Nevertheless, the encounter left Alan frustrated. Afterwards he thought, Talk about mixed signals! It's like she turned me down, and still doesn't want to date, but she wants to keep me hanging. Maybe she'll change her mind at some unknowable future date if I "woo her" properly, whatever that means, but then she says she doesn't want me to woo her! Women! Grrr. Thank God I have all these other sexy things in my life going on. If all I did was obsess over her, before long I'd turn into a basket case.

Chapter 8

Susan and Suzanne got back together a few hours later. They lay on lounge chairs by the pool in the early afternoon.

Susan wore a two-piece bikini, with swaths of various shades of blue and purple. It was a new gift from Suzanne, making it the first true bikini she'd ever owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms.

Suzanne also had a bikini, a much more revealing red one, but she only wore the bikini bottoms.

Susan was duly shocked about that, but Suzanne managed to convince her that it wasn't a big deal. She explained, "Look, Sweetie needs to cum six times a day, every single day. Who knows how many weeks or months it'll take before he gets better. His treatment may well go on indefinitely. I'm going to have to get very used to being naked, or at least topless, around him on a daily basis. So I need to get accustomed to it myself first."

Susan frowned, but accepted that.

Smiling, Suzanne added, "You should try it too. After all, don't you want to get used to showing Sweetie your bare chest?"

Susan reflexively covered her big breasts, even though she was wearing a bikini top already. "No thanks!"

Suzanne decided not to push it, at least for the moment. She shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if he ever has trouble getting an erection, seeing you topless will fix him up right away. Guaranteed."

After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottoms down as far as decency would allow, right to the edge of her bush.

"What are you doing?" Susan asked in dismay.

"I'm trying to get rid of my tan lines." That was bull, because Suzanne's skin was too fair for tan lines. She knew from painful experience that she pretty much went from pale to sunburned, which is why she was always careful to cover her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan; she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne brought the conversation around again to the earlier topic. "Like I was saying downstairs earlier, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're **** to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"We've established that it's not a sin for you to give him a handjob. In fact you'd be helping to save him from sin. I'll do what I can, but I can't be here to help even close to six times a day. Besides, you said that Akami specifically told you that YOU are the one who will have to perform the abnormality checks. Even so, you still have trouble accepting that helping him out would not be wrong. So how do you expect to do those checks? It seems to me that you don't really have a choice."

Susan thought about that for some moments. Then she asked, "Tell me, is your vision really that bad? I still haven't seen you wear reading glasses."

"We went over this yesterday." Suzanne lied, "My vision is good enough for most things, but it's not twenty-twenty. Polyps and abrasions on his penis can be very small. They can start out no bigger than a pimple. I might do an okay job, but you'll do an excellent job. Don't you want what's best for your son? What if I miss something that you would have caught? Would you ever forgive yourself for that?"

"No, I guess not," Susan conceded glumly.

Suzanne continued, "So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between your son and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing, just another part of the body's anatomy. The fact that it's attached to your cutie Tiger is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, his penis is something that needs to be stimulated to reach orgasm every day, six times every single day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to caress it or suck it so he can achieve release, so that he can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying ... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face. Since she wasn't feeling horny, she had trouble using the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck."

"There's your problem, right there! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps."

Susan looked like she'd just sucked a lemon. She certainly didn't want to imagine giving her husband a blowjob instead; that would take all the joy out of it. "But sucking on it! That's so improper!"

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. It all depends on how much you're willing to help him. You could limit yourself to the abnormality checks once a week, if that's all you can manage. Or maybe you'll be a better mom - a more responsible and helpful mom - and lick, suck, and stroke him every day."

Those words hit Susan hard. Above all, she prided herself on being a great mother.

Suzanne went on, "You don't have to decide now. In any case, draw a solid mental line between helping your son and ****. They're completely different. **** is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some physical relief for him. Even Nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like your inner thighs and your ass. But that's okay, because it's not done with sexual intent. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles in that area to release and relax. If Tiger gave you a massage and ran his hands all over your naked ass, would that be ****?"

"No?" Susan answered uncertainly. She was in danger of slipping into a daydream as she thought about how wonderful such a massage might be.

"No!" Suzanne said with conviction. "Of course not. It's only a massage. And what if you turned over and he ran his hands all over your bare breasts? Picture him massaging them at length, exploring every inch of them with his tender hands."

Susan clutched her chest, and felt little but bare skin. She felt naked and exposed in her bikini. Her nipples suddenly grew erect. She asked uncertainly, "Do breasts even need to be massaged?"

"Sure they do. It just depends on the situation. For instance, what if you were lactating and you were having trouble with it? Sweetie might pull, twist, and fiddle with your nipples for as long as it took until your milk was flowing freely. Why, he's such a thoughtful guy, he'd probably suckle on them if need be."

Susan suddenly felt dizzy; it was like her nipples burst into flames. She'd never been able to lactate for her children, and doing so was a long-standing fantasy of hers that Suzanne had discerned.

Suzanne went on, "He could do all that and it would be okay, because it's just a medical thing. And even if it wasn't, a little breast play here and there is okay. That doesn't count. Remember, **** is only intercourse."

"'**** is only intercourse, '" Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed. She began subtly shifting and writhing on her lounge chair, because she was too horny to keep still.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to him. He's like family to me too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations really? I know you hate to be reminded of that painful fact, but it means you could help him with his penis needs every day and not have to worry about it being considered an incestuous sin."

That's a very good point! Susan thought.

"I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend and 'aunty' if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. You know that yesterday I gave him a handjob. You even saw it, didn't you? Did you see my hands sliding up and down his great big erection?"

Susan spaced out, recalling what she'd seen. Suddenly it was as if her pussy had burst into flames along with her nipples.

Suzanne let her fantasize for some long moments, but then she prodded, "Well? Didn't you see?"

Susan turned her head away in embarrassment. "I might have, uh, seen ... your hands around his ... er, his, uh ... his member-"

"And starting today, I'm going to give him a blowjob, if I can have your permission."

"A blowjob?! But why? Isn't a handjob enough? Is there no end to the depravity?"

Suzanne sat up and looked at Susan with a cocked eyebrow. She often gave that look to express impatience with people.

Thanks to Suzanne's movement, Susan noticed her friend's large melons slide and sway. That made her think of her equally large orbs doing the same thing, except with Alan there, watching. Her nipples tingled with erotic joy. She asked, "Could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

Suzanne let out a disappointed sigh. "Susan, first of all, I explained to you why I need to go topless. I have to get into practice being naked. But please, let's not hear things like 'Is there no end to the depravity.' How many times do I have to explain that what we're doing is not immoral?"

Susan complained, "A blowjob in and of itself is immoral. In our church back in Nebraska, the preacher told us that the only allowable sexual position is the missionary position. Ron tried to make me do the doggy-back position once, but I put my foot down. And oral sex wasn't even up for discussion. No siree!" She firmly shook her head no.

"Susan, you're having some kind of bad prudish flashback. Those days are over, okay? And by the way, it's 'doggy-style.' Sweetie has a serious medical problem and you're still living in the last century. If you're too stubborn and repressed to change your ways on oral sex and just stick to giving him handjobs, that's your problem. But are you saying I shouldn't either?"

She paused, giving Susan a chance to respond.

When Susan failed to do so, Suzanne continued, "Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-****? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan was petulant. "I don't see what the difference is. If you have to use your hands, then so be it. But why the mouth? That's so much more vulgar. It's VERY improper!"

"Six times a day is just so often, Susan. With nothing but hands, hands, hands, his penis is going to get severely chafed and have all kinds of problems. Variety is what's needed. Just picture my long tongue licking directly on his sweet spot. Do you think that'll cause any chafing?"

Susan's eyes glazed over as she pictured that. "No, I suppose not," she finally admitted. She wondered why she found the idea of Suzanne doing that so very arousing. She licked her lips unthinking, fantasizing about doing it to him herself.

Suzanne continued emphatically, "Of course not! And he'll get bored. It's like having vanilla ice cream six times a day. Anyone would get bored with that before long. I'll probably do other things too, just to help with the variety."

"Like what?"

"Probably a titfuck." Seeing the look of confusion on Susan's face, Suzanne elaborated, "I've told you about those before, some of the times when I was recounting my affairs. Remember? That's where you repeatedly slide his big erection between your breasts. You put some lotion or oil there first for lubrication and it's even less chafing than using the mouth."

Susan clutched her boobs together tightly, imagining her son's hard-on trapped in her cleavage. "I don't know. That just seems so-"

"Improper. I know. But **** times require **** measures. Would you throw yourself in front of a train to save your son's life?"

"You know I would!"

"So you'd do that, but you wouldn't let me put his penis in my mouth to help him out? Or do it yourself? Susan, your mind is all in a muddle. You need to see the forest for the trees here."

Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in. She was feeling increasingly aroused, and that was making her feel more receptive to these ideas. She's right! Why would I give my life for him, but not give my body to him? That doesn't make sense.

So Suzanne continued, "That's why I was asking you what you masturbate about. It's not so much the deed as the context. It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective. Why not? It sounds like Nurse Akami was enjoying herself, and I don't begrudge her that. But if you or I start thinking about him in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy. Then people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. When you daydream about him, do you think about him in romantic terms?"

"No. Of course not." Only after she said this did she realize that she had just admitted to daydreaming about him. Suzanne already knew about Susan's dreams, but daydreams were much more embarrassing since one had some control over them.

"See? So what's the problem? As long as you daydream about him in a sexual way but not a romantic way, that's perfectly fine. It's just a penis, another part of the body like an elbow or forehead. Remember, just think of it as a penis in the abstract. There's no sin, there's no harm, and if you get a little enjoyment in the process, that's all the better. This is just a temporary thing, for as long as the nurse says it's necessary. A year from now, we'll probably be looking back on this and laughing with fond memory."

Susan was skeptical. "I guess ... I still have a lot of reservations about this, but ultimately I trust you even more than I trust myself. If you think it's really necessary for him to have these blowjobs, then I give you permission to do them. But please don't expect me to do them too. Is that clear? I can't imagine anything more repugnant than to put one of those things in my mouth. Ugh!"

She said that, but not very convincingly. In truth, her curiosity was much greater than her disgust.

"Okay, fine. And thank you." Suzanne figured she'd pushed enough on that for the moment; she would apply more pressure later. "But you will still help with the daily handjobs, right?"

"Suzanne! You can't ask me to do that! I'm a good Christian woman!"

"I don't see what that has to do with anything, but fine. Let's drop that for now. At the very least, you'll help with the abnormality check, won't you?"

Susan frowned. The problem was, she wanted to do the abnormality check far too much. Even the idea of a blowjob seemed a lot more intriguing to her than she was letting on. Additionally, she felt like she'd be letting Suzanne down if she didn't at least help with that. But she also feared that she could slide down the slippery slope.

She finally asked, "Why don't we play that one by ear? Since the appointment was on Tuesday, that means a check won't be needed again until next Tuesday. Maybe some other solution will present itself by then. For instance, what if we pay Nurse Akami to do it? That would just mean he sees her every week instead of every two weeks. What's wrong with that?"

"There are some other possibilities, and that is one," Suzanne said noncommittally. "But if you think about it, if we pay her for sexual help, that becomes prostitution, and that's illegal. Are you willing to take part in a crime like that? Do you want to expose your son to prostitution, and tell him that's the answer to his problems?"

"No! Of course not! But the alternative-"

Suzanne abruptly rolled to her side. "Right now I'm feeling tired. I think I'm going to take a nap."

Suzanne pretended to sleep as a way to cut off the conversation, now that she'd accomplished what she wanted. She thought, Susan jacking Sweetie off is a vital part of my overall scheme, since she's gotta learn to walk before she can run. It's good to plant the seeds with talk of blowjobs, but I'll need to focus on handjobs with her for a while.

I have to keep anticipating alternatives, like paying Akami to do it, and keep Susan off balance with excuses for them not to work. Susan will be **** to jack him off herself when Tuesday arrives, for lack of anyone else able to do it. Then, once she gets started, hopefully she'll tumble down that slippery slope. And she'll keep falling and falling until we wind up as one big fucking family!

Chapter 9

Susan was left alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't really fathom what her friend had just told her. The fact that Suzanne had said she was about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to everything else. Dear Lord, is this some kind of test? Give me strength, Lord. Please! Why is this happening to me? Why did this bizarre medical situation have to happen to our family? Why couldn't Tiger just get chicken pox or the mumps or something like that?

Susan was lost in reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract," when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice. "Wow, you two look really good."

Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan, standing just a few feet away from them. She turned her head and looked up. "Tiger? Son? What are you doing here?! How long have you been standing there?!"

She'd lost all track of time and realized that he must have just returned home from school. She was mortified that he might have heard them talking about his penis. Plus, she felt completely exposed and naked, since she was unfamiliar with wearing a bikini.

"I just got here a second ago. Why? Is there something private going on?"

Susan was relieved to hear that, but she was still shaken. "Yes there is. Can't you see that Suzanne is sunbathing nude?"

Alan looked over at Suzanne's breasts as Suzanne lay 'sleeping' on her side. In fact, those exposed breasts were the main reason he'd come out to the pool in the first place, so he could get a closer look. He also wanted to see his mother's new bikini. Just to see her in any kind of bikini was a great treat. But he felt bashful in the face of his mother's prudishness, and didn't want to gawk. He turned away from Suzanne, and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

Susan looked at her son's crotch and noticed a long bulge practically threatening to pop open the top of his shorts. She thought, Look at that big thing! A month ago, I hardly even thought of Tiger as having a penis. Now, it's everywhere! I could practically reach out and touch it. She nervously bit her lip.

Suzanne came to Alan's rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all. "Chill out, Susan," she said as she opened her eyes. "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie. It's just going topless, for crying out loud. Millions of women around the world go to public beaches like that every day. After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

He nodded. "Right. Cool. So can I hang out here with you guys?"

"Sure. No problem, Sweetie."

He smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lounge chair.

Susan let the situation be, but she was far from comfortable about the propriety of it all. She was actually more worried about Alan looking at her in her not-extraordinarily-revealing bikini than she was worried about him looking at her topless best friend. She cursed his bad timing, since she was extremely aroused and her nipples showed it. She worried that he could also smell her wet pussy.

She thought, I don't know about this. I feel so naked. Heck, I am effectively naked! The last time he saw me this exposed, he was masturbating and he climaxed all over my big breasts! Twice! But then, he also saw me completely topless when we were with Akami. Oh dear. I guess I'd better get used to flaunting my body at him like this. Suzanne says I'm going to need to give him a handjob every single day!

Alan put on sunglasses and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two knockout MILFs from behind his dark shades. He tried to act cool and casual, but he really was terribly nervous. However, the sunglasses gave him some confidence by hiding his eyes.

After a minute or so, he said, "Aunt Suzy, it goes without saying that you look really good topless. But Mom, you also look stunning. Wow. I love your bikini."

Suddenly, Susan felt much better. There were few things she loved more than compliments from her son. She sat up and unconsciously preened a little, posing at an angle that made her fantastic rack look even more impressive.

She stared at the bulging crotch of Alan's shorts from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses. Bursting at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it was doing, creating a huge tent in his lap as he sat. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

All the while, she said to herself, The penis in the abstract. The penis in the abstract. That is not Tiger's penis. The penis in the abstract...

Then he took his T-shirt off and Susan felt butterflies in her stomach as she admired his muscles, which had grown increasingly impressive in recent months. He certainly didn't have the weak physique of a typical "nerd." All he has to do is take off his shorts, and he'll be buck naked! With his great big fat dick standing up tall, needing help! Lots and lots of help, with my hands! Suzanne says it's not a sin. In fact, she says it's my motherly duty!

After a few minutes, Suzanne sat up and leaned over, putting her hands on her knees. She said, "Sweetie, I couldn't help but notice that you have a raging hard-on and it shows no sign of going down."

He said with embarrassment, "How can it? Ever? Not with you two looking like you do!"

Suzanne smiled at that, and Susan did too. Then Suzanne gave him a sultry "come hither" look, and purred, "Would you like me to take care of it for you now?"

Before he could reply, Susan bolted up from where she lay. "Here?! Now?! Suzanne, you can't do that!"

"Why not?" Suzanne got up and moved over to Alan's lounge chair. She sat down right next to his groin.

Susan was in a panic. "You can't! For one thing, we're outside! For another, there's me!"

Suzanne lazily ran her finger up and down the bulge in Alan's shorts. Without looking Susan's way, she responded, "So what? True, we're outside, but this property is surrounded by so many trees and high fences that we have total privacy. And as for you, I figured you'd want to look and see how it's done."

Susan frantically waved her hands, sometimes making a 'halt' gesture. "Me?! No! Please! I could never do that!"

"But you saw last night. You watched while I lovingly fondled my Sweetie's big hard cock!" She quietly hissed the word "cock" with extra-sexy **** as she stroked his bulge even more blatantly.

That word hit Susan like a body blow. She wanted to cry, her nipples and pussy called out for attention with such **** need. She protested, "That was different! I only got a brief look, and from a distance."

"That's not what I remember," Suzanne said. "Didn't you get a good look at me doing this?" She held Alan's bulge tightly so his erection stuck straight up and out with almost no slack fabric to conceal it's lewd shape. Then she started sliding her fingers up and down it.

Susan panted breathlessly, "Please! I'm his mother! Take this inside and leave me some peace!"

Suzanne had pretty much started the handjob already, a fact Alan and Susan both most certainly noticed. But all three of them were also aware that there was a big difference between stroking him through his shorts, or directly skin-on-skin. Suzanne made eye contact with Alan and winked. "We can do that, can't we?"

He nodded. He wasn't even completely sure what he was agreeing to, but if Suzanne wanted it, he figured it would be very good indeed.

Suzanne let go of his stiff pole and stood up. She raised her arms and stretched, but positioned herself in such a way that Alan got to fully enjoy the view of her bare chest as her huge globes bounced and jiggled back into position.

Then she turned to Susan and said, "Okay, we'll go inside. However, I think it's vital that you watch and learn, so you can learn how to stroke Tiger's big boner all by yourself."

"I ... no..." Susan stammered, her heart pounding hard.

"Remember what you need to do to him on Tuesday, in any case."

Susan frantically hissed, "Shhh! Please don't talk about that!" She was embarrassed beyond belief about what she was supposed to do with Tuesday's "abnormality check."

"Tell you what," Suzanne continued. "I know you're shy about this kind of thing. We'll move to the living room and both face the fireplace. That way, you can watch, or not. It's up to you."

"Or NOT!" Susan said defiantly, with her arms unconsciously crossed over her ample rack. "I'm going to stay right here, thank you very much! Some things are just too improper to even be contemplated!"

"Suit yourself," Suzanne said flippantly. She took Alan's hand. "Come on, big boy. Let's go help you get rid of all that tasty cum building up in your balls."

He was so giddy he felt he'd float away before he could reach the house.

Chapter 10

As Suzanne walked through the dining room and into the living room, she whispered into Alan's ear, "I know your mom, and I'll be willing to bet any amount of money that she's gonna come along in a minute to watch secretly. Here's what we're gonna do." She looked around the living room and spotted a porcelain vase that served her purposes. It was mostly white, and very shiny, reflecting light almost as well as a mirror. She put it on the mantle above the fireplace.

Alan had no idea what she was doing, and he didn't try to understand. His brain was on overload just watching her walk around the room wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. His heart was beating so hard already he could feel it in his ears.

He thought of the movie starring Jackie Chan and Jennifer Love Hewitt that he'd watched two nights earlier. It's like watching a topless Jennifer Love Hewitt stroll around, knowing that she's about to give me a handjob. Only better! That would be just some sexy stranger actress, but I love Aunt Suzy with all my heart!

Suzanne came back to him and whispered as she looked at the vase, "It's not perfect, but that'll be good enough to show a blob in the reflection when Susan peeks in. At the very least, we'll see some movement. So keep an eye on the vase. Now, let's have some fun. Oh, and remember, follow my lead and don't do anything rash that could scare her off."

She took a step away, and then stopped. "Sweetie?"

"Yes?"

"If I take my bikini bottoms off, do you promise to behave?"

"YES! Oh, yes! Totally yes!"

She chuckled. "Very well. Keep your hands to yourself and we'll be fine, even though my hands will be all over you." She slowly shimmied out of her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside.

Then she went to the stereo. She put on a CD of Mozart to create some background noise so Susan wouldn't have to worry about them hearing her.

As he watched her bend over and fiddle with the CD and the stereo, he thought, Holy hell! That is a damn fine ass! No, it's a PERFECT ass! How am I supposed to just sit here and not have a heart attack, knowing that not only is my total babe of an aunt gonna jack me off, but Mom is probably gonna secretly watch too?! Dang! I'm about ready to blow already, and she hasn't even started!

Suzanne knew that Alan was having the time of his life checking out her ass, and she loved it. She made sure to stand in such a way that he couldn't get a clear view of her pussy, as she didn't want to overheat him too much. But she wiggled her pale ass in an extremely enticing way.

She took a very, very long time fiddling with the stereo. Of course, she was just stalling for time so she could tease and tempt her love that much more.

He completely forgot to breathe, so eventually he found himself gasping desperately for air.

Finally, she finished fiddling with the CD player and stood up, but she mostly kept her back to him. She said, "Wait. I probably should put my bikini bottoms back on, because what would Susan think?"

She bent over to pick up her bottoms where she had tossed them away. Of course, she made a big show of doing that, with a lot of ass wiggling.

He was almost glad she'd covered up a little bit, because his brain simply couldn't handle such awesome erotic stimulation. Even so, he had to close his eyes and count to ten. With his erection exposed and poking up, he worried he'd start spurting before she even touched him.

Suzanne carefully positioned him on some big throw pillows on one of the sofas, so his crotch would be visible over the back and arms of the sofa, so that it could be seen from almost every angle. Then she made sure that he was tilted so his body would be at about a forty-five degree angle from the wide entrance between the dining room and living room, since that was where Susan was most likely to first appear.

The red-haired bombshell knelt down in front of him, then leaned forward. This had two effects. One, it left her big tits dangling in an extremely enticing way, and two, it allowed her to bring her face right up to his boner while keeping enough space between them that Susan wouldn't have her view blocked.

Suzanne's face was close enough to breathe on his cockhead, and she made sure to speak in a very breathy manner, driving him bonkers. "Now remember, whatever you do, don't look back at your mom. She's in a very delicate phase right now. Think of her like a wild deer in a forest. If you startle her, she'll scamper off. Play it cool, and she'll end up eating out of the palm of your hand. Or, in your case, stroking you with the palm of HER hand!" She giggled.

As Suzanne started to stroke him with both hands, Alan realized he was already near ejaculating, even though he had climaxed twice when getting up. He whimpered, "Aunt Suzy, I gotta warn you, I'm on the verge already! One more sexy thing, one more sexy word, and I'm gonna blow like an oil well!"

He continued with increasingly ragged breathing, "Not only that, but your stroking sends your huge tits swaying side to side, and if I keep looking, my brain may explode before my dick does! All this overwhelming excitement can't be good for my heart!"

She cooed, "Don't worry; you're in good hands. I'll take care of you and back off a little bit. If my boobs are too arousing for you, then close your eyes."

"But then I'll miss out!" he complained. "Do you know how many gallons of cum I've shot off over the years, trying to imagine what I can see right now? Closing my eyes wouldn't be a proper honor to the trillions of lost spermatozoa that bravely gave their lives trying to imagine the Aunt Suzy Boob Mystery."

She snickered at that, and he did too. Suddenly they both started laughing heartily at his silly comment.

Meanwhile, Susan was praying - literally. She'd left the backyard patio and rushed to the ground-floor bathroom to clean up her swampy pussy. Even her inner thighs had gotten wet. But then she went to the dining room while still wearing her bikini, and sat down on the love seat.

She folded her hands, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and began to pray. Dear Lord, please, I beg you, give me strength! Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from Tiger's long, thick, oh-so-yummy-looking member! Even as I walk in the valley of the shadow of ****, I shall not want to stroke him, and run my fingers up and down his ... Oh God! His ... Or his hands on my nipples! My burning hot, tingly nipples! Why won't they stop tormenting me?!

Just then, she heard Alan and Suzanne laughing loudly. Curiosity got the best of her. She got up and peeked into the living room. There was just a double-wide doorframe between the rooms, so she didn't have to open any door.

Oh no! Mercy! Lord have mercy on me! She clutched her arms across her suddenly heaving bosom. Suzanne's hands are just sliding ALL OVER Tiger's big, uh, member! That looks even MORE tempting than when I saw Akami do it!

Her observation was correct, and there was a reason for it. Suzanne saw the movement of Susan's head peeking in, thanks to the reflection on the vase. (Alan was too out of his mind with erotic euphoria to notice just yet.) Since Alan had just said he needed a break, Suzanne stroked his shaft more for show than to actually arouse. In fact, her fingers hardly touched his slicked-up rod at all, which gave Susan an excellent view of its full length, from its tip down to his balls.

Oh my goodness! Susan panted. I can't believe the debauched scene before my very eyes! Suzanne is topless, like some kind of wanton hussy! And she's kneeling! Kneeling! Staring at his big member from close up like she's practically worshipping it! Just look at that look on her face! Rapture! Why, it's almost ... blasphemous!

Susan was so spellbound by the sight that she wandered deeper into the room without consciously thinking about it. Suzanne had promised that she would be ignored if she wanted to look, and she trusted Suzanne on that (and almost everything else) without question. But then she remembered that Alan could notice her too, and that made her freeze in her tracks about halfway to the sofa. She quickly ducked down behind another sofa and then emerged with only her head peering out above it.

Ironically, she was trying to hide from Alan by ducking down, but it was her sudden movement that caught his eye in the reflection in the vase, making him finally realize that she was in the room.

Suzanne saw that he had noticed, so, after making eye contact with him, she smiled and nodded knowingly.

He thought, Damn! Hot damn! Mom is right there, watching! Right behind that sofa, not ten feet away! WOW! Thank God Aunt Suzy's taking it easy on my dick, 'cos this is just too hot to handle!

Suzanne waited about a minute until he'd calmed down some more. Then she said, "Okay, Sweetie, it's time for a lesson of sorts. Do you know what the PC muscle is?"

He replied, "Actually, I'm happy to say that I do! Nurse Akami happened to mention it at my last appointment, so I looked it up on the computer last night. I can't say that I really understand it though. I mean, I tried squeezing some muscles in my crotch, but how do I know if they're the right ones?"

"Just imagine that you're on the verge of peeing. Squeeze the muscles you'd squeeze to hold back from peeing. If it works, you may be able to make your erection elevate."

He grimaced and squeezed. "Like this?" Sure enough, his pole rose up, even though Suzanne was in the middle of lightly rubbing his sweet spot.

"Good! Very good! I just know we're gonna have so much fun together. Now, you said you were already close to cumming. I'm gonna practice some stimulating moves on you, and your goal is to clench your PC muscle at the right times to delay your orgasm. Ready?"

He wiped his brow of sweat before nodding. He couldn't believe how sweaty his body had become while he was just leaning against the sofa, but it was because he was humming with energy and nervous tension from the sheer excitement of it all.

Suzanne continued, "Okay, this first one I like to call 'The Claw, ' because it involves the scraping of fingernails against your sweet spot." She'd found out that was what Akami called his frenulum, and she'd decided to go with that easier-pronounced name. "You have to be veeerrry careful with this one, even if your fingernails are clipped short, because there's a bundle of extremely sensitive nerves there, similar to a woman's clitoris. In fact, it is the male anatomical analog to the clit. If it's done right, I'm told it feels fantastic."

She'd already started the move, causing him to groan in a lusty daze, "It is! It is!"

Although Suzanne appeared to be speaking to Alan, her words were really meant for Susan. She figured that if Susan had more confidence with a penis, she'd be more likely to dare to play with Alan's. Thus she was indirectly giving Susan lessons on some of the best moves to use without Susan or even Alan really realizing that was her purpose. And at the same time, she was teaching Alan how to control his PC muscle.

She was very proud of her cleverness.

Susan got more and more aroused from watching until it seemed like she was so hot and bothered that smoke was liable to start rising from where she hid behind the sofa. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Because she thought she wasn't visible, she pulled her bikini top down so she could fondle her nipples.

She thought, My goodness! I can't believe what I'm seeing! So hot! Too hot! That could be me! It really could! Suzanne's almost exactly my size in every way. Tiger could be staring at MY big breasts while his steel-hard member pulses and burns in my hands! Oh! I could ... I could ... stroke it! My son!

I did it to him a little when Akami **** me to, but it was so brief. Less than a minute. How I wish I could be in Suzanne's shoes right now, stroking him without any time limit! Stroking him until he cums on my face or my breasts! But he's my son! Oh God! So wrong!

Suzanne's handjob and lesson in PC muscle control went on for about ten minutes, giving Alan time to start to get a handle on how to delay his orgasms. He was surprised at just how easy it was, and that the more he clenched the easier it became. Clenching his PC muscle allowed him to ride through some extremely arousing tactile stimulation that would otherwise have caused him to blow his load.

But just when he was starting to feel like he could clench his way through anything, he heard some squeaks and lady-like grunts and gasps from behind the sofa where he knew Susan was hiding. He realized that was the sound of his mother climaxing, while trying her best not to make too much noise.

Susan's nipples were so super sensitive that she could cum from nipple play alone, and that's just what had happened.

Hearing her ecstatic pleasure aroused him so much that he lost all control and started to shoot his load. Suzanne let go of him and cupped her breasts together to present him with a fleshy target. Alan quickly grabbed his wobbling shaft and shot directly at Suzanne's cleavage, like aiming at a bull's-eye.

He was genuinely trying to aim at Suzanne's boobs but he hadn't grabbed his pulsing dick quite soon enough, so a few ropes flew high and landed on her chin and neck.

Susan was watching with a mixture of horror and desire. She was particularly appalled by the cum flying at Suzanne's face. In her mind, she shouted at Suzanne: No! Run! Run away! Don't let him hit you with all that yucky stuff! What are you doing?! You're just standing there, holding your boobs together as if you LIKE it!

The truth slowly dawned on her. Oh God! She does like it! That wasn't just talk; she really does! Look! She's even sticking her tongue out like she wants his cum to go into her mouth! Her weirdly long tongue is searching it out!

She said that getting cummed on is like being marked, like a dog marking his territory. Tiger is claiming Suzanne as his territory, just like he's already claimed me! That's so ... so ... hot! I can't help it, but it is! But it's so wrong! I can't look!

After Alan's dick finally stopped shooting, Suzanne opened her eyes and wiped her face with her hands.

That put Susan in a panic, because she worried she'd be caught, trapped behind the sofa. Her entire body trembled as she nervously pulled her bikini top back into place. Suddenly, she was wracked by guilt and shame.

Suzanne and Alan both knew that Susan was hiding there. Neither of them wanted her to freak out, so Suzanne said to Alan, "That was nice, wasn't it? Let's just close our eyes and relax for a few minutes. We'll take a mini-nap and savor what just happened."

He slid down into the sofa. "Good idea. Can I rest my head in your lap?"

"Very well. It seems I can't say 'No' to you. But just rest! No grabby hands, please." She sat up next to him and cuddled into his side.

"Awww. Shoot." But he was all smiles as he closed his eyes. After a few moments he asked, "Aren't you going to clean up? You're all sticky."

She was glad he'd brought that up because it was an opportunity to indoctrinate Susan on that matter. "Definitely not! There's nothing better than a spermy mess all over a lady's skin. It's absolutely heavenly!"

Not realizing that she was really speaking to Susan, he was genuinely confused by her comment. "It is? How?"

"Well, where to begin? For one thing, it's physical proof that I've just satisfied my man. It's like seeing an 'A' on your homework paper, except you can feel it, and that's even better. But more than that, it's physical proof of your love. Cum ... sperm ... it's almost like liquid love." Suzanne knew the way that Susan's mind worked, and knew that idea would hit a bulls-eye because Susan was all about loving her children.

He started to say, "I was about to apologize for accidentally getting some on your face-"

"Don't! That's the best! I love it! I want you to cum all over my face next time!"

Susan gasped loudly. She was scandalized by that idea.

The other two heard her, but they pretended not to. However, Suzanne couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

Susan waited another minute until she was fairly certain that the other two were resting with their eyes closed. Then she beat a hasty retreat back to the dining room, and then to the kitchen and farther away until she felt she was safe. She thought, Thank the Lord I didn't get caught! That was too close! Too scary! I can't let that sort of thing happen again.

But what she didn't realize was that not only had Suzanne and Alan known she was there the whole time, but Katherine had known as well. Katherine had been waiting in her room, hoping to eavesdrop on more hanky-panky if and when Suzanne and Alan went into Alan's room again. But then she heard music in the living room and went down the stairs just enough to peek, to make sure she wasn't missing out.

She couldn't go any further since her mother Susan was there hiding behind a sofa, but she was able to spy on the entire scene by peeking around a corner while high up the stairs.

She didn't have a great view of what Suzanne and Alan were doing, since their bodies weren't angled to her advantage. She could barely make out their words most of the time, since they were generally speaking low and were rather far away. But that didn't matter much, because she was extremely excited from seeing Susan, whose actions indicated that her sexual barriers were collapsing. Katherine figured that if their mother started directly helping Alan "do his thing," then Susan would have no leg to stand on when it came to objecting to her doing the same.

Chapter 11

Later that afternoon, Suzanne was at home washing dishes in her kitchen when Amy walked up to her, looking a bit anxious. "Hey, Mom."

"Howdy, Honey Pie. How goes it?"

"M'kay, I guess. But can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, my sweet girl. What is it?" Suzanne kept on washing the dishes.

"Um, can we just talk for a minute? It's kind of important."

Suzanne was surprised, since Amy rarely was insistent about things. She dried her hands and turned around. "Wait. What's with your outfit?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"It's far too revealing, Honey Pie."

"MooooOOOOoooom! You wear stuff more revealing than this all the time. Besides, I was just working out."

"In that?" Suzanne decided she should try to lighten up. "We'll talk about it later ... Okay, what's on your mind?"

"Um, you see ... I want to talk about Alan."

"Okay..." Suzanne suddenly felt very nervous. She wondered whether Amy had found out about the sexual things she'd been doing with Alan lately.

"Well, you know, he's been really into Christine for a long time, right?"

"Right."

"And Christine's, like, totally awesome. I mean, she looks all wowser, if you know what I mean, and she's super smart and super athletic, and, well, just ... super everything! Who can compete with her?"

"She does seem to be a pretty impressive young lady, from what I hear," Suzanne said cautiously. She didn't know where Amy was going with this, but she was greatly relieved that at least Amy apparently hadn't caught on to what she was doing with Alan.

Amy nodded. "So ... I figured I didn't have a chance with Alan if he's all super hung up on her, and he was until recently. As we all know, he asked her out, and she turned him down, and he was all bummed out about it. I didn't know if she would come to her senses and see what a great guy he was, or what. But today, I happen to know that he talked to her at school, and they agreed to be just friends."

"Really? Interesting." In fact, Suzanne was quite interested, since she hadn't heard about that before.

"Yeah, well, and we all know that he's totally got a crush on Ms. Rhymer." By "we all," she meant herself, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne - everyone who hung out at the Plummer house. "And that's a pretty serious crush, but come on! She's his history teacher, so nothing's gonna happen there. Right?"

"Right. But where are you going with this?"

"Well, I was just thinking ... what if I could be his girlfriend?" Amy's eyes lit up. "Wouldn't that be cool?"

Suzanne scowled. "Hold on, young lady. That most definitely would NOT be cool!"

"Why not? Alan's a great guy! You know he is! Is there anyone you know who'd make a better boyfriend than him?"

"No, of course not. But that's beside the point. You're not ready for a boyfriend. Don't you remember what happened with Jack Johnson? That was a total fiasco. We can't have that happen again."

"Awww, Mom! Jack was a total bozo brain. That happened ages ago, but you keep using it as a reason why I can't date. Besides, that's why Alan would be so great. He'd be, like, the anti-bozo. He kinda loves me and I kinda love him already. We've grown up together. We could-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Yes, you love each other, almost like siblings. That's a totally different kind of love. It would only mess things up if you bring romance into it. Besides, who's to say he'd feel the same way?"

Amy said defensively, "Well, I'm just saying 'What if?' Would it be OK if he does show interest, and things kinda work out?"

Suzanne folded her arms defiantly. "Most definitely not! You're not ready for a serious relationship."

"Oh, Mom, come on! You treat me like I'm still a little girl!"

"Well, you ARE still my little girl." Suzanne glanced down at Amy's ample chest. "Just because your body has ... developed doesn't mean you're ready. You may THINK you're ready, but you're not."

"MooooOOOOoooom! That's so untrue! I'm of age; I'm a woman now!"

"Honey Pie, I'm a lot older than you, and I'm experienced in these things. Besides..." Suzanne paused, as she realized she had to be careful what she said. She was thinking that Amy couldn't possibly date Alan because of the way that Suzanne herself was getting sexually involved with him, not to mention the long-term plans she had for him. But she realized there was no way to explain any of that to Amy, except possibly in a very oblique way.

"Besides what?" Amy finally asked.

"Well, there are things about Alan's situation these days that you don't understand. It complicates matters considerably. When you get older, I'll explain more of it to you."

"Mom! I'm older now! Why do you treat me like a baby?! Sheesh!" Frustrated, Amy stomped out of the room.

Left alone with the dishes, Suzanne thought about what had just transpired. Amy? Interested in my Sweetie? My sweet little Honey Pie and him? No way, no how! That would ruin everything!

She sighed, then tried to calm herself. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. After all, she used him as a subject for her drawings these past couple of years. He even posed for her while nearly naked a surprisingly large number of times, when she was doing her Life Drawing. Even though he was wearing a tight brief, I certainly saw that his penis was visibly erect, or at least turgid, in pretty much every one of her drawings!

She stared off into space with a fond smile. He really is a handsome, well-endowed boy; there's no doubt about that! I should never have given her permission to spend so much time drawing him like that, almost naked, except that I was enjoying her sketches far too much myself.

She sighed again. I suppose I was being willfully blind, refusing to see that as a huge sign that she had an interest in him. I can't just keep assuming that, because they're like family, they can't get the hots for each other. After all, look at how I've fallen for him! Now that I think about it, all those damn sexy drawings probably did a lot to get me so hot for him. So why wouldn't they have had the same effect on her? I have to stop thinking that she's somehow too young to be interested in sex.

I suspect she's having this fleeting fantasy because she thinks that he's free now because Christine turned him down. Only he's not free. He's a smart cookie; he knows he's got a good thing going, getting all this help around here with his "problem." If he were to announce that he's got a real girlfriend his age, that might jeopardize everything. So he's not going to ruin that by dating Amy; I can guarantee that.

Therefore, I don't have to do anything. He's a considerate guy, so if she comes on to him, he'll let her down easy. No problem. I wish every problem could be solved this easily, with inaction. Hee-hee.

Of course, down the line, things will get tricky when she finds out that Sweetie and I are sexually involved. For crying out loud, just a short time ago he was shooting his spunk all over me! It would be more than a little embarrassing if Amy were to walk in on something like that! What would I even say or do? I probably won't be able to keep that a secret from her for very long, so I need to think of something.

And it'll only get worse when she finds out that he's involved with Susan and Katherine too, once my scheming there reaches fruition. I suppose one could argue that it would make sense for her to get it on with him too, if the others are doing so already, and normally I might be open to that. But not with my cute Honey Pie! She's just not ready. Emotionally she's a few years behind the way her body is maturing physically. Maybe, eventually, I might be open to that idea. In a few years, MAYBE. But not now. Besides, she's a very beautiful girl; I'm sure she'll find a wonderful guy when the time is right.

Anyone but Alan, please! Good grief, having Amy in the middle of the orgies I'm envisioning would really put a damper on things, at least for me. **** between the Plummers - that's a whole different matter, because they're not blood relatives. But my Honey Pie and me? Touching in a sexual situation? Ugh! I shudder to think!

Maybe I should set her up with somebody else. Now, there's an idea. Just as soon as she's mature enough, I'll find a really great boy for her who'll put all thoughts of my Sweetie out of her mind. And that's if she still has a crush on him by then, which I highly doubt. I'm sure she was just having a fleeting fantasy about him today, after what she heard about him and Christine.

Chapter 12

Susan was on edge after her talk with Suzanne about helping with handjobs and blowjobs, not to mention what she'd seen and heard in the living room. She remained agitated and frazzled about it the rest of the afternoon, wondering just what things were coming to.

She didn't get a chance to be alone with Suzanne until after dinner. As the two of them sat down at the dining room table to play cards, Suzanne could see the anxiousness on Susan's face and immediately brought up the topic. "By the way, I wanted to say thanks for letting me help out with Sweetie today."

Susan's eyes went wide. She was bursting with curiosity, but didn't want to appear that interested, so she tried to act casual. "Um, yeah. No problem. Let's not talk about it, please."

Suzanne continued anyway. "By the way, I just gave him a handjob this time. I'm thinking I'll work up to a blowjob tonight."

Susan was secretly very relieved, and let out the mental equivalent of a happy sigh. Oh boy! Tiger's going to be so happy! What I wouldn't give to see his big member slide into my mouth! Er, I mean, into Suzanne's mouth! Suzanne's mouth! Not MY mouth! Not now, not ever. That would be WRONG!

After a few more seconds of reflection, she wondered, What's the big deal? Why should I care if it was a handjob or a blowjob? They're not that different, when you think about it. There must be something wrong with me, getting all worked up about this. It's almost like I want Tiger to stuff his big member into MY mouth, and I'm getting jealous that he'd do it with her instead.

Of course, that's not true. I wonder if it would even FIT in my mouth. I mean, he's such an incredibly endowed young man, with such a big, long, thick, and - MMMM! - oh-so-yummy-looking member! Just remembering the sweet taste of his cum that I got at the appointment ... Mmmm! What would it be like to slather my tongue all over him and lick up more of that yummy cum, straight from the source? MMMM!

Not that I would. It's just, uh, a hypothetical scenario.

Suzanne could see that Susan was having a little daydream, so she let her be until she saw her friend's eyes return to focus. Then, as if reading Susan's mind, she said, "You know what really struck me when I was stroking Alan's big erection today? It's just soooo long and thick. I can't get over it. I think it's wider than my wrist. It's going to be a big challenge fitting that between my lips tonight, I'll tell you that much. It's funny seeing my ivory hands next to his meaty pole; it makes my hands look so small."

Suzanne was trying to break Susan's sexual resistance by carrying on like this with as much sexual explicitness as she thought she could get away with. She continued, "It's funny; it's actually bigger than it looks. Just this afternoon, when I had two closed fists wrapped around it and I was double-pumping him like mad, sliding up and down, up and down, over and over on his slippery shaft, I got to wondering how your hands would look on it compared to mine."

She stared pointedly at Susan's hands. "For instance, would you be able to reach all the way around it, like I'm just barely able to do? But I remembered that your hands are exactly the same size as mine, because aren't we the same size in everything? So your hands would fit around his stiff, hot, throbbing boner just perfectly."

Susan leaned forward, listening with bated breath.

It took them a while to actually get down to playing cards. Suzanne continued talking in the same vein for the entire card game.

Actually, very little card playing took place, since both of them were much more interested in talking about sexual things. Susan remained in a constant state of arousal, and Suzanne actually kept herself pretty horny too.

Suzanne hadn't even finished giving a detailed blow-by-blow description of her most recent handjob when Susan stood up, flushed and trembling, and announced that she was very tired and needed to go to bed right away, even though it was still quite early.

Susan immediately rushed off to her room, where she decided that another "breast exam" was in order. She was so worked up that she was taking her blouse and bra off even as she hurried down the upstairs hallway. As soon as she closed her door, she fell back against it and started mauling her bare boobs.

Oh God! Oh God! Hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! All she could think about was how she'd covertly watched Suzanne stroking Alan's erection earlier in the day. Only now, she imagined that she was the one doing the stroking.

Tiger! Oh, Tiger! So big! So hot! Do you like it when Mommy strokes your big cock? Mmmm! Yes! Mmmm! That's it, grab my boobs! Play with Mommy's big boobies! Does that make you nice and stiff? Does it make you want to cum? Cum all over my chest, just like you came all over Suzanne's! MMMM! Oh, YES!

She slumped against the door, even as she kept fondling herself and fantasizing. Although she never touched her pussy or clitoris, she had an intense climax nevertheless.

However, once her climax was over, she felt terribly guilty. She put her clothes back on and prayed for a long time. Then she read the Bible, hoping that would banish the sinful thoughts from her head.

As it so happened, Suzanne got called back to take care of things at her own home shortly after Susan rushed off to her bedroom, so she didn't get a chance to give Alan a blowjob that evening. But she was confident that it would happen soon enough.

When Suzanne told him she had to leave and thus couldn't help out, he naturally felt disappointed, but he understood. After Suzanne left, he went to his room and masturbated to relieve the pressure that had built up from his expectation of more fun with his 'aunt' that evening. He managed to have two more climaxes in fairly quick succession while reviewing that afternoon's scene in the living room, hardly believing that his mother Susan had brought herself to climax only feet away from him while she was hiding behind the sofa.

He cleaned up afterwards and decided to go to his friend Sean's house to hang out and play video games for the rest of the evening.

Susan wasn't big on using computers, and didn't have one of her own. It was only in recent months that she'd finally let Suzanne teach her enough so she could conduct simple Internet searches using the family computer in the den. But when she found out that Alan would be gone for several hours, and Katherine was also out with friends, she snuck into his room and turned on his computer. She had a lot of sex-related questions, and while she trusted Suzanne implicitly, she wanted to find out what she could learn on the Internet on her own.

She looked up simple terms like "blowjob," "handjob," "titfuck," "PC muscle," "frenulum," and the like. Most of the results were pornographic pictures. Interestingly, she didn't find them even slightly arousing; if Alan wasn't involved, it just didn't interest her.

However, she kept wading through the results, and eventually she found some helpful "how to" pages. She found those extremely interesting, and read them closely.

On some level, she was no longer thinking about whether she'd jack Alan off, and more; she was already moving mentally to the when and the how.

When Alan returned home from Sean's later that night, he had no idea that Katherine had been waiting impatiently in her room, where she had planned a little display for him to witness. As he passed her door, he saw that it was slightly open. He could hear her moving around in her room while her radio played some soft music. He decided to wish her a good night before he went to bed, but as he reached out to knock on her door, he caught a glimpse of her through the opening.

She was wearing a short, sheer, lavender nightgown. The top was cut very low, hugging the contours of her breasts. It clung to her body from her breasts down to just above her knees, with slits up each side to about mid-hip.

While the outfit itself was arousing, it was what she was doing that really made him stop short. She was moving around the room to the music gracefully as though she were dancing with an unseen partner. As she twirled and bent this way and that, Alan caught tantalizing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, and even of her bush a few times.

He had known that his sister was athletic and coordinated; otherwise she couldn't have performed her cheerleading routines. But he had never realized how graceful and sexy she could be in private. He became very aroused.

Feeling awkward about spying on her like that, and uncomfortable about being so aroused by it, he headed to his own room without making a noise. Little did he know that she had seen him watching from the door; she was very pleased by the look she had seen on his face.

Back in his room, Alan lay on his bed and jerked off while trying to keep his thoughts away from his sexy sister and what he had just seen.