Beat It

(Authors note: I've decided to shorten the length of each part down by half. this will make it significantly easier to publish these)

Part 4 - Beat It

Chapter 1. Day 23: Tuesday, October 8

Susan and Suzanne continued their usual morning workout tradition on Tuesday morning. However, Suzanne had added an exciting new component: before, after, or sometimes even during their exercise session, they would talk about their sexual dreams from the night before, as well as detail any arousing experiences during the previous day that the other might have missed.

Susan was generally very honest in her accounts, although sometimes there were dreams or parts of dreams that she was just too embarrassed about to tell. And she also tried not to reveal just how much she was thinking about her son in a sexual way lately, or how passionate her feelings were. Still, very little got past Suzanne. Susan's heart was like an open book, and she was a terrible liar. If she tried to hide something, Suzanne usually was able to ask pointed questions and coax the true story out of her.

Suzanne was less honest. She also explained her dreams, but only very selected sections. She knew that most of her dreams were far too shocking for Susan to handle at this stage. She even had dreams that were just of her and Susan intimately loving each other for hours. To even hint at those kinds of feelings could have ruined their friendship altogether.

When Suzanne did talk about her dreams, she described things in an extremely arousing way that inevitably left Susan hot and bothered. At times, she tried to similarly describe what she and Alan were doing when Susan wasn't around, but Susan didn't want to hear it. So, once in a while, Suzanne resorted to telling it like it was a dream, only to finish with: "Come to think of it, that wasn't a dream. That was what happened last Friday when we were up in his room."

That little trick worked every time. Suzanne could actually see Susan's arousal level immediately double just by the look on her face. The only problem was Suzanne usually had a hard time keeping a straight face.

Susan felt that Suzanne helping to inspire Alan was a "necessary evil," but the more she heard about it, the more she felt that she'd be tempted to help him in the exact same way, which she was trying her best to avoid.

She found that her resolve and resistance were slipping with each passing day. Looming ahead was the next medical appointment she and Alan had at Dr. Fredrickson's office, on Tuesday afternoon. Given what had happened during the last appointment, just thinking about the next one sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine.

Hours later, Alan sat in his fourth-period class, World History. Soon it would be lunch. He was excited about the upcoming doctor's appointment, but not as much as Susan was, since he had a lot of other things on his mind too. That was especially true in this class, his favorite class of the day.

His teacher, Ms. Gloria Rhymer, was not just the object of his longing crush, but she was an excellent teacher too. She was talking about something the class found interesting, but Alan didn't hear a word. He was thinking about all of his recent luck.

He looked around the classroom and thought, It seems there's a large number of ordinary or even ugly people all around me. Seniors in high school are in the prime of life, and Southern California is justly world-famous for its beautiful women, but even here the percentage of really attractive people remotely comparable to the beauties back home is small.

Of course there are a few pretty girls here and there, but none of them are as beautiful as Christine. Man, I haven't been thinking about Christine really at all lately, have I? I suppose that's no surprise, given the other women occupying all my fantasies these days instead.

However, when he did think of Christine, his heart filled with pain. He wondered how he'd ever overcome his shame and be able to talk to her again. He'd been avoiding her, even when she tried to reach out and repair their friendship. The burn of rejection was still too hurtful for him.

While Christine was stunningly beautiful and outrageously curvy, Gloria Rhymer was a knockout in a more subtle way.

Alan had been pining after her for a long time. He'd grown quite adept at imagining her teaching class naked, and was doing it once again. The school year had just started only a few weeks earlier, at the beginning of September, but he'd known Ms. Rhymer a lot longer than that. She'd taught his American Government class during his freshman year, during her very first year of teaching. Then, after a year without a class from her, she'd taught his U.S. History class his junior year. Now, as a senior, this was the third time in 2 years that he was taking one of her classes.

In fact, he realized that he was her "teacher's pet," as he was for one or two other teachers. As one of the smartest and most emotionally mature students in the school, his being a teacher's pet wasn't too surprising. But he found it awkward at times to be the teacher's pet for someone on whom he had an intense crush. Besides, he had an extra special friendship with her, and it had been that way since his first year in high school. They just seemed to click as friends in a way that transcended their difference in age and social status.

Alan didn't know her exact age, but he knew she was in her late twenties.

She seemed even younger though. It was well known, for instance, that she was a frequent surfer at the nearby beaches. As a result, many students frequently called her "Surfer Girl," though no students called her that to her face. Her love of surfing was also a good indicator of her athleticism and physical beauty. Her boobs were fairly big for a surfer. (She wore a 34C bra.) However, few women could match the high standards that Alan had when it came to breasts, which were based on the generous boobs of his mother Susan and his 'aunt' Suzanne.

Even so, when she stood in a bathing suit, Gloria Rhymer, who was known to her friends as Glory, was definitely impressive. A number of times, beginning three weeks ago, Alan had seen "Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when his masturbatory fantasies of her had begun.

She looked absolutely perfect with a surfboard under her arm, like a woman from a Playboy spread of sexy athletes. She was firm and muscular all over, but the muscle didn't take away from her femininity and she still had nice, smooth curves. Her curly blonde hair waved in the breeze, making a nice contrast to her tanned skin.

She was of medium height, about five foot seven, a good deal shorter than the nearly-six-foot-tall beauties in the Plummer and Pestridge households.

Back in class, it was much harder to see her beauty. She almost always wore conservative clothes that covered up all but her hands and face. Her hair was short as well. It wasn't that she was prudish, but she just didn't want her body to become a distraction in the classroom or an issue with her colleagues. As a result, she went to great lengths to cover it up.

But she had been seen by many others at the beach, and was clearly the object of many young men's fantasies, as well as those of a few young women, no doubt. When Alan and his friends went to the beach, they all talked openly about the possibility of further "Surfer Girl" sightings, and which beach to go to in order to see her. Since she surfed on many different beaches, usually distant ones (probably in part to foil the admiring students), running into her was a matter of pure luck.

When class finally ended, she discretely motioned with her hand that Alan should speak to her once the classroom had emptied.

She was a very kind and friendly teacher, and knew many students on a personal level. That meant knowing something about their private lives and talking with them socially in school. In most high schools, to see a teacher outside of school was an unstated taboo that rarely happened between any student and teacher, but she wasn't deterred by that. However, of all her students in the fourth period, only Alan would have frequent talks with her after the class had ended.

Since lunch followed the fourth-period class, Alan would usually stay and talk for five minutes or so and just have fun gabbing, and then make his way to lunch. Sometimes they would even spend all of the lunch period talking, a practice that they probably would have done more frequently except for the disapproval of the other teachers. The subject would often be her class or the students within it. He would give feedback about things like whether people were getting bored or what material in particular went over well, so she could improve her teaching technique. She would also expand on historical facts mentioned in class that he'd found interesting.

However, the two also couldn't resist engaging in gossip about the other students. It wasn't just Alan telling her the gossip he knew either; in fact, it usually was the other way around. He was surprised at how many things she knew about his fellow students that he didn't. She had her own gossip network which included other teachers, and he wasn't nearly as interested in school gossip as she was. If he did inquire about what others were doing, it was usually only a lead-in to telling her something new.

However, this time she didn't want to talk about any of those things. Instead, she asked him, "Is something up, Alan? The last few days you've been kind of spaced out, and today you were on another planet altogether. I think if I would have, I dunno, torn off my dress or something, you wouldn't have noticed at all! What gives?"

Oh maaaaan! What am I going to tell her? She's too perceptive and she knows me too well to believe some bullshit story. They sat directly on the edge of her desk, as they usually did when they talked after class. He shifted around nervously in front of her.

"Uh, to be honest..." He scratched the top of his scalp nervously, and hung his head down sheepishly. "It's women trouble. I'm thinking about women too much."

"Oh really?" asked a suddenly very interested teacher. "Someone in class? Or is it someone in school? Christine, perhaps?" Like many people, she knew all about Alan's crush on Christine. She was not only an insatiable gossip hound but was also very observant and a good guesser.

"Actually, it's not really even someone, or, er, someone in this school, per se."

"Oh, reaaaally!" She thought, This is getting more and more interesting! And what does that "per se" mean?

"But I can't tell you the details," he added. "You see, it has something to do with an embarrassing medical condition that I've got."

"Young man," - she liked to call him that - "you've got me really confused now. Could you please clarify your meaning? I don't want to pry into your personal affairs..."

Bull honky, he thought.

She continued relentlessly, " ... but it looks to be something that's affecting your behavior in class, so I want to know." She always had good excuses for learning more gossip.

"I really, really can't say."

She stared at him witheringly.

"All right, I can say this much, if you promise not to tell a soul."

"I promise." She made the "cross my heart and hope to die" gesture over her chest.

"I have a medical condition which is causing me to make some adjustments in my lifestyle, and that's making me really confused. I wish I could say more, 'cos I'd really like your advice about some things, but I can't. I promised my family that I wouldn't tell a single person about this medical thing. Can you please understand that and respect it?"

"Yes, I suppose, but that really doesn't explain anything. For one thing, young man, you're a perfectly healthy, uh ... young man. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you that I can see. For another, that explanation seemingly has nothing to do with girl trouble, which is what you said is distracting you in the first place."

"That's true, but I really can't say any more ... Well, okay ... I guess I can say this: energy. My problem is a lack of energy. I sleep too much, and I'm always tired. You know that. You've bugged me how many times about nodding off in class? So I'm getting treated for that. It's not really a big medical problem. Nothing to get worried about. If the treatments work, then great; if they don't, then I'm the same as before, which is no big deal. Okay, does that explain enough? I really have to go to lunch now."

"Yes, thanks for sharing that with me. I really appreciate your confiding in me. I'm glad we're friends enough to have this conversation, and I promise I won't tell anyone. You know I'm a gossip, but I also know when to keep my mouth shut, so don't worry about that at all. But I still don't see the connection between that and your girl trouble."

He looked away in embarrassment. "Like I said, it's complicated."

She put a hand on his shoulder, which was highly unusual for her. Even though they had been close friends for over three years now, there were limitations to their friendship since she was a teacher and he was a student. For one, she didn't feel comfortable seeing him outside of school without some education-based justification such as a museum trip. For another, they almost never had any physical contact, in part for fear of fanning the flames of suspicion by people who already thought it likely that they were being too friendly with each other.

She said, "This doesn't have anything to do with your asking Christine out and her turning you down, does it?"

He blanched. "Oh, Geez! You know about that? How do you know that?!"

She let go of his shoulder, and shrugged. "You know me; I'm a gossip hound."

"Oh man! That sucks. If you know about that, it means other people do too. Man!" He sighed. He added, "But it doesn't have anything to do with that. Well, not directly, anyway. Like I said, it's complicated."

She frowned with frustration. "Hmmm. Well, I hope you'll be able to clarify this mystery for me before too long. I just hope that whatever your medical problem is, and whatever your girl troubles are, it won't affect your behavior in this class next week. We have some important tests coming up. If you want to talk about it some more in confidence, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Thanks a lot. I'll do that."

She added, "You know I pass on a lot of gossip, but I can keep a secret. Especially if it's about you, I would never tell a soul." She almost added, "Because you're special to me," but that was the kind of thing a teacher wasn't supposed to say to a student, especially when she knew that student had a crush on her.

He nodded. "Gotta run!" He was out the door in a flash.

She continued to sit on her desk, trying to figure out just what the hell he was talking about. Lack of energy, huh? Tired. Seems like he's suddenly thinking about girls a lot, or maybe too much. Perhaps he's taking some pills to boost his energy that are having the side effect of boosting his libido. That would explain things.

Yesterday AND today I noticed him coming into class like he had a tree trunk stuck between his legs. Definitely an uncontrollable, raging hard-on. I'm thinking he must have been actually highly aroused for the entire class today. It's really unusual for any guy to be that aroused for that long. I wonder if he was thinking of me at all. Perhaps he's in a state of constant horniness. Hmmm...

Glory was attracted to Alan. But not only was she his teacher, she also had a serious boyfriend, so she dismissed her feelings for Alan as harmless and never to be acted upon. She did flirt with him a bit, but so very subtly that he didn't even notice. For instance, her comments a few moments earlier about tearing her dress off had seemed to go completely over his head. She was only 27, and constantly felt as if she would rather be one of the other students instead of the teacher, with all the unfortunate social walls that came with that role.

If I were also a high school senior, she mused, I would be all over the idea of Alan as my boyfriend. But I'm not, and I would never dream of actually having an affair with a student! No way, José! Unfortunately, Garth has been a real jerk lately; he's hardly acting like a boyfriend at all. Especially in bed! He's left me stuck with all this fantasizing. The idea that the goody-goody and oh-so-polite Alan could actually be a horny monster in a constant state of arousal will definitely be food for thought when my fingers get busy in my pussy tonight! After all, fantasies are harmless, right?

Chapter 2

After the school day came to an end, Alan and Susan finally found themselves sitting in the doctor's waiting room, waiting for Nurse Akami.

Alan was extremely relieved that the wait would soon be over. He'd been so horny all day long thinking about Akami that he could hardly stand it. He had a very good feeling that something sexually exciting would happen: since Akami had massaged his penis last time, odds were she would do it again. For the first time ever, he seriously considered masturbating in a school bathroom during lunch because his need was so great, but the fear of getting caught by other guys had stopped him.

A big part of Suzanne's scheme to seduce Alan was getting Susan to loosen up so that Suzanne could have a sexual relationship with him without ruining her relationship with her very best friend. As a result, after Suzanne had spoken with Dr. Fredrickson on the phone and found out that Akami would be handling the next appointment by herself, she called up Akami and subtly encouraged her to get Susan to loosen up. (Suzanne had previously had some brief interactions with Akami, but she still had to turn on the charm to get Akami to go along.)

Akami had already been thinking along those lines. While waiting for Susan and Alan to arrive, she thought, Mrs. Plummer was obviously raised very conservatively. She trusts me implicitly because I'm a medical professional. I doubt she'll stop me no matter what I do, as long as I have some kind of excuse. So if I push her, one of two things will happen. One, she'll get increasingly horny as I grow increasingly bold with Alan. And that'll be fun, to watch such a prim and proper woman nearly bursting with lust.

Or two, she'll freak out to the point that she won't want to come back. That's even better, 'cos it would mean I can have these appointments just with Alan. Then I can REALLY have my way with him. I'll be able to tease him, jerk him off, and, hopefully soon, fuck him on every visit. And as a delicious irony, I'll even get paid to do it and Wilt will have to go along with it! Either way it's win-win for me, and for Alan too, as long as I keep up the pretense of medical necessity.

However, I can almost guarantee the second outcome won't happen. I know Susan's type. She's one of those Bible thumpers who are raised to obey their parents and preacher without question. People like that always obey their doctors without question too. I'd have to do something reaaaally outrageous to get her to think twice about not trusting me.

But then again, I AM planning on doing something really outrageous! Hee-hee! Suzanne Pestridge will be tickled pink, I'm sure.

Akami appeared at the door to the waiting room. To Alan, it seemed almost as if she was posing as she stood in the doorway, showing off her fine body. Whether that was the case or not, her sultry appearance got him even more excited.

"Nurse Fubuki will see you now," she said with a wry smile, making a joke of the fact that she would effectively be both Alan's doctor and his nurse.

The two of them went back to the same room they'd used the previous time, and soon Alan and Susan were chatting with Akami about this and that. Akami confirmed that, for all intents and purposes, she would be taking charge of Alan's case.

That was fine with Alan and Susan; nurse-practitioners often managed treatment programs once they'd been prescribed.

This time though, as soon as they got down to business, Akami matter-of-factly told Alan, "Please take off all your clothes and put on that gown. You might as well do it here since I'm going to see all of you today in any case."

He didn't mind undressing in front of her, but he felt very self-conscious about doing so in front of his mother. He made sure to take his clothes off with his back turned to Susan.

Susan watched his tight butt wiggling around with great interest. She was also secretly delighted to discover that the gown didn't cover much at all.

Akami took a look at his full erection as he was changing and joked, "Looks like we won't have to worry about getting you in an erect state this week!"

Susan also noticed his erection. She sucked in her breath and her heart started to pound wildly. Oh my goodness! It's practically as big as it is in all my dreams! Tiger is such a BIG boy! I can't wait to watch Akami stroke it. Er, I mean, I wonder if she's going to give it another abnormality check.

But he lost the erection a few minutes later when Akami put on some latex gloves and poked him with a needle so she could take a blood sample. She also took a number of other cursory measurements. In actuality, the only thing she really needed for medical purposes, and for the entire appointment, was the blood sample; her other measurements were just to make the rest of the appointment appear more necessary and legitimate.

Finally she got to what everyone, including Susan, was waiting for. "Ah," she said, "now it's time to check your penis again ... I hope you don't mind, Alan or Susan, but we'll have to perform another check for abnormalities."

Both mother and son had strongly suspected that this would be coming.

Susan was intensely conflicted about it, wanting to see and yet not wanting to see at the same time. In truth, she'd been looking forward to this moment for days. Suzanne says that nudity is no sin, and that should be some consolation, but she doesn't know just how impure my thoughts are. Why, just watching Tiger's cute little tush, my nipples got as hard as they can get. I'm going to keep my eyes closed, no matter what!

Akami put on one glove in a grudging attempt to maintain some plausibility that this was a medical procedure.

But what surprised everyone was that no sooner had Akami placed one hand on Alan's stiffness to rub it, and the other hand on it to "check for abnormalities," then he started cumming.

Akami was sitting close to Alan when the cum began flying at her. Strings of cum hit her first on the face, then the chest, and then further down as she futilely tried to back away. Most of it ended up on her face, but a bit was deposited on her legs and the floor. Some of it even landed right in her open mouth.

"SORRY! So sorry! I'm so very sorry!" He apologized far too loudly. He was totally mortified and ashamed. The fact was, he was very sexually inexperienced and therefore didn't have much control over his orgasms or forewarning when they were imminent. The anticipation of having another abnormality check had been too much for him to take.

"I didn't expect that! Please forgive me!" he nearly screamed.

Susan also looked mortified, as if she were dying of shame that her son had done such a vile thing. But at the same time, she practically swooned upon seeing Akami's face thoroughly splattered with her son's cum. Her pussy and nipples throbbed with arousal as she unconsciously licked her lips, imagining she was licking up all that cum.

Akami, however, got over her initial shock quickly and took it in stride. "Look, you two," she said. "Don't worry; it's nothing." She began taking off her uniform. "Remember, we all want Alan to orgasm as many times a day as possible. Six times a day, or more. If he can ejaculate while in the office today, so much the better. Am I right? In fact, if he can ejaculate more before this session is over, that will help to make this a successful appointment. My only disappointment is that we weren't ready with a cup, because we have to take a sperm sample again before you go."

Chapter 3

Akami used a sink on a counter behind her to wash the sweet-smelling semen off her face. With her back turned, she gathered and swallowed all the tasty cum near her lips that she could reach with her tongue. Mmmm! That's really tasty! Then she took off most of her clothes. She finally turned towards them, standing in just her underwear.

Both mother and son were more than a little shocked at her new appearance.

Alan privately thought to himself, She's every bit as beautiful as I hoped! Her boobs were more impressive than her stifling, conservative nurse's uniform had made them out to be, and she was very fit and shapely.

Akami lied, "Sorry I had to take those off after he got them, er, messy. But don't worry; I'll have the doctor bring in another uniform for me before we're done." In actual fact, she didn't want the doctor to come in and spoil the mood. She hoped they'd soon forget about her expecting a change of clothes. Her cum-soaked uniform was now sitting in a heap on the counter with the sink.

She said, "Let's make lemonade out of lemons. In fact, if by just wearing less clothing I can help Alan reach orgasm again, that will also be for the better. Don't you agree?"

He just nodded. It seemed like a lot of people were asking him such obvious questions these days, like "Is it okay for me to take my clothes off?" He never knew how to respond in those situations, because he feared that too much enthusiasm might scare the person off.

Susan seemed somewhat mollified, since Akami didn't seem to mind.

Akami again held Alan's penis. She knew that, after such a powerful orgasm, it would take some time for it to re-engorge to full size, despite her more revealing appearance.

As she resumed stroking his penis, she made some idle talk to help pass the time. "Alan, can I ask you how you're so tanned all over, even underneath your underwear?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just naturally dark. The adoption agency wouldn't let us know my parents' true names, but the racial background was given, and there is some Middle Eastern blood in there along with French."

"Ah yes. The adoption. Sorry, but I forgot that Susan isn't your natural mother. You two look similar, except for a few things like your darker skin."

This line of thinking reminded Akami of something she wanted to bring up. "Alan, I want to talk to you about exercise in relation to your condition."

Susan and Alan each immediately became concerned but remained quietly attentive. The nurse continued, "You should avoid certain types of exercise. Tell me, do you know the difference between aerobic and anaerobic exercise?"

He answered, "Sure. Aerobic is like cardio and toning types. Anaerobic is strength training and muscle building."

"Correct." Akami smiled approvingly. "A person with your condition should avoid or severely limit anaerobic exercise. Your body currently is unable to properly produce the muscle fibers which that type of exercise develops."

Susan interrupted. "Alan is on his school tennis team. Does that mean he should quit? And what about swimming?"

"No, that's aerobic exercise, which is very good for him right now. Exercise that builds agility and endurance, while also raising his heart rate and blood pressure, will have a significant positive effect on his condition." Akami felt she could be a little playful, so she added, "That would also include most forms of sexual intercourse. Once Alan is able to find a girlfriend to 'help him out', we may see an even greater improvement in his condition."

That news both comforted and horrified Susan. My tiger is nowhere close to finding a girlfriend. If he does ... does that mean ... Should I allow ... My goodness! What are the options there?! She fought mightily against that train of thought, trying instead to concentrate on Akami's next words.

At that point the nurse stated, "I'll write him a note for school that should keep him out of anaerobic exercise programs."

Akami had continued to stroke Alan's penis throughout the conversation. He remained semi-flaccid, primarily because he was so aware of being jacked off in an examination room in front of his mother, a situation which made him more nervous than excited.

After a few more minutes of fruitless stroking, Akami said, "Since we're short on time, I think I need to take additional measures." She got up again and put some lotion onto her finger. Then, after sitting in front of Alan again, and having him scoot forward to the edge of the examination table, she took her gloved hand and brought it up towards him.

"Alan, if you'll please lean back a little," she said. "Thanks. Now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to stick a finger up your anus."

"What?!" he asked in horror. "Why?"

"This will help with the stiffness of your penis. Don't worry. A little bit of stimulation of the prostate can be very pleasurable and increase arousal. Of course it's necessary to first lubricate the finger, but no doubt you're aware of that already, Susan."

As a matter of fact, Susan had never heard of such a thing, but she didn't doubt a medical professional.

Akami slowly inserted her finger into Alan's anus. "How does that feel?"

He grimaced. "Strange. Really strange. But I guess ... it's not a bad feeling."

"Just hang on. It gets better." She slid her finger in a bit further, then slowly began moving it back and forth and in and out. At the same time, she fondled his penis and balls, trying to revive him from his flaccid condition.

Susan watched with rapt attention. She felt like she couldn't breathe, while her heart continued to hammer. She found herself hoping that Akami's efforts would bring about his swift revival. But at the same time, she felt guilty and dirty for looking, so she lifted her hands to cover her eyes.

"How's that?" Akami asked after another minute had passed.

"Wow ... Really weird. But better." He thought, Man, that feels fantastic! Does this make me gay or something? Up the butt - it's so gross! Who would have figured? And my naked butt wriggling on this exam table is kind of turning me on more too.

Akami spoke in an aside to Susan, "So, as you can see, the finger in the anus has made the critical difference: he's re-erecting." She continued to work her gloved finger in his anus, while her other hand worked his engorging dick.

Susan stared in disbelief - her vow to keep her eyes closed had been a miserable failure so far, since she was staring between her fingers. However, she could at least console herself that Alan didn't realize where she was staring since he wasn't looking in her direction. She didn't know why exactly, but it took all her willpower not to grasp her boobs with both hands.

Getting no answer from Susan, Akami continued talking. "That reminds me," she said in a casual tone, as if rubbing someone's erection after they had just come all over one's body was a perfectly normal part of one's nursing duties, "I haven't yet asked the most important question of all. Alan, how are you doing on maintaining the proper number of daily stimulations?"

"Unfortunately, not so good," he said bashfully.

He tried to keep his head down and not stare at the nurse, but that only made him look down to where she was rubbing his shaft. His other options were to look towards his mother or at a blank wall, so he closed his eyes instead.

He confessed, "The first week or so I was right on track. But then the next six days after that, I didn't have any orgasms at all. But in the last week or so I've been working on it, trying to catch up. Yesterday was only six, but the day before that I actually had eight orgasms."

Susan already knew that fact, as she'd been keeping a close eye on the daily progress chart that Alan kept on the inside of his door. But she found herself gasping with surprise anyway. In her current state of arousal, she instantly pictured him jacking off over and over, with his cum repeatedly squirting into the air. That made her heart beat even faster than before. Her panties were starting to get moist. She hated that she couldn't control her response.

Akami, on the other hand, was poker-faced. "Hmmm. That's not good. I hope the doctor stressed last time that it's not just the overall average - consistency is important too. You can't go without doing it one week, and then do twice as much the next. Some slight daily variation is fine. For instance, you may find yourself in a situation where you can't find privacy at all for a day, and so you only cum once or twice. But to go without for six days is very troubling. You may have wasted the entire two-week period."

"I'm really sorry," he said. "But this was a very special circumstance. You see, I asked a girl out who I really liked, and she said 'No', so that really took away all my motivation. But I'm over that now, and I feel confident that kind of thing won't happen in the future."

Susan held her breath, wondering if he was going to mention the visual stimulation help he'd been getting at home. She exhaled with relief when she realized she wasn't going to be implicated in "helping" him.

"Well, that's good to hear at least," said the nurse. "But if we're going to salvage the week, it would help greatly if you could reach orgasm a large number of times today. This is really an emergency situation, to rescue your lost week. Just now, that was how many times today already?"

Akami had been stroking Alan's erection continuously during this discussion, keeping him as hard as marble. She'd been slowing down or stopping as necessary to keep him on edge without letting him ejaculate. She'd finished stimulating his prostate long before, then removed her gloved finger from his anus and discarded her gloves.

"That was my third," he replied, recalling the two times he'd masturbated in bed before school.

"Good. Now, why don't you close your eyes and keep them that way so you can concentrate on what I'm doing?" She said that so Susan would be free to stare at Alan's hard-on.

Then she spoke to Susan, but she made sure to stare at the penis that was less than a foot in front of her face, so that the horny mother would feel even more free to stare at her son's privates, believing that she could do so without detection. "Susan, Alan seems to be a good patient who is taking his responsibilities seriously. How do you see the situation? Are you comfortable with things, and the nature of his admittedly very unusual treatment?"

Susan dropped her hands from her face. "Well, uh, frankly doctor, er, nurse," she stammered, "I'm having some trouble adjusting. Everyone at home has had to cope with the new situation, and we're all finding some aspects of it very trying."

"What aspects would those be, Mrs. Plummer?" Akami hadn't even started the abnormality check; she was just blatantly jacking him off. No one seemed to mind though.

Susan decided that to reveal her true feelings wouldn't be very prudent. She wished to say, "I've shocked myself that I'm walking around without a bra or panties every day now, and I don't care. I feel really good when I see Tiger looking at my body. Sometimes I feel like a hussy and just want to throw off all my clothes and stand before him in the altogether. I just can't stop thinking about my handsome son or his big member!"

Instead, as she stared at Akami's hand sliding up and down Alan's pre-cum-soaked shaft, she said, "There are many troubling aspects. For one thing, we're all having the difficulty of telling some people, or maybe not telling them. We don't want this to be widely known, but we also have trouble keeping this secret from close friends."

"I see," said Akami, while also intently watching her handjob. Her expert hands were already bringing Alan close to orgasm again. She now had him where she could gauge if he was getting too close, and back off as necessary, keeping him in a state of near-constant bliss. "That's only natural. Might I inquire whom you've told?"

"That's all right. So far, just Katherine, my daughter, and Suzanne, my close friend and next-door neighbor, whom you may recall meeting briefly at the end of our last appointment. She's almost like family. We haven't told my husband yet, because he's out of touch, overseas."

"It sounds like you're being very selective in whom you tell. That's very wise. I was afraid you would hire a professional to assist Alan. That's a dangerous roll of the dice. You never know what will happen there."

"I agree completely!" Now Susan was finally conversing about something that she was more comfortable discussing, at least as comfortable as she could be, considering that she was sitting right next to the nearly naked Akami and staring at Alan's erection being jacked off while they talked.

But for some reason it felt far less strange to her than she could ever have imagined when his treatment had started three weeks earlier. She felt too good at the moment to think about all the reasons why this might be morally wrong, if not outright sinful.

Her attitude towards masturbation had changed completely in recent days, at least in regard to Alan's need to do so. She still thought of masturbation as a sin, but Suzanne had convinced her that an exception could be made on the grounds of medical necessity. Now every time Alan reached orgasm, it felt like a small victory to her, like the baseball team one is rooting for scoring another run. And she judged each day as a success or failure partially based on whether he reached orgasm six times or not. She (and Suzanne and Katherine) now frequently found excuses to go into Alan's room so they could keep an eye on the chart on which Alan recorded the number of times that day that he had climaxed.

Still, it was unnerving watching him actually getting stroked, not to mention her having seen Akami fingerfucking his anus. Her nipples ached to be touched; her entire body tingled with desire. Her fingers desperately wanted to take over from Akami's, but her conscience told her that would be wrong.

The nurse asked her, "So, since there's no professional help, and he failed to get anyone to go out with him, does that mean that all of his gratification is self-gratification?"

"I'm afraid so," Susan responded sadly. She thought again about the "sin of Onan," the Old Testament story against masturbation.

Akami said, "I will repeat what the doctor said last time. It is much more preferable if he can get help for at least three of the six times a day, on average. So much self-gratification can be extremely taxing for his penis; he may end up rubbing it raw." This was something Dr. Fredrickson had coached her to repeat, to assist the unfolding of Suzanne's scheme. "He may, for instance, have lengthy periods where he is unable to achieve orgasm because his penis is so sore. Has that occurred already, Alan?"

"No, fortunately not," he replied. He still had his eyes closed, both out of sheer embarrassment and because Akami had requested it. He had no idea that Susan was staring with avid attention at every last little move Akami's fingers were making up and down his shaft; he just assumed that his mother was so prudish that she'd be looking anywhere but there.

Akami continued for Susan's benefit, although without looking her way, "That's good to hear, but it's just a matter of time, perhaps days or at most weeks, before he has that kind of problem. So please redouble your effort to find someone to fulfill that role."

"I understand completely. We'll do our best," Susan replied resolutely.

Akami's hand slid up and down, up and down, up and down. "I hope you do. There are many medical problems where a helping hand, so to speak, is completely necessary. That's why so many people have personal nurses or live in an assisted-living situation. The unusual nature of his treatment doesn't reduce the fact that he needs assistance."

"One way or another, we'll find someone to help him before our next appointment with you," Susan promised.

"That's the spirit!" Akami enthused.

Chapter 4

Akami continued, "Now, if you will turn your attention back to Alan's penis" - Susan's eyes had never left it - "you'll see that it is once again completely erect" - it had been for quite a few minutes already - "so I'm going to begin to check for abnormalities. Since it's such an extremely large and thick penis, this check will take a lot longer than usual."

Susan asked, "Is it really all that big, or are you just saying that?"

Akami said, "Here, let me whisper something in your ear, because I don't want Alan to get a big head." Then, running her fingers all over his mushroomy cockhead, she joked, "Although I'm afraid it's too late for that."

Susan scooted her chair forward and leaned in, which put her in much closer proximity to her son's boner. Now she could easily notice the scent of his strangely sweet-smelling cum.

Akami whispered, "Oh yes, it's very big indeed. You obviously have an extremely virile and well-endowed son. His erection is bigger than 99 percent of them." She'd just made that up. She doubted that it was true, though she figured Alan would be in at least the top few percent. She was using such words to excite Susan, which gave Akami a big kick from watching the prudish woman respond. "Just look at it; I can barely get my hand around it. This is a special boy with a special endowment. I'll bet his sperm are as potent as hundred-proof rum."

Susan sat back in her chair, thoroughly wowed and increasingly wet. Her heart swelled with pride to hear how special her son was.

Akami motioned for her to lean forward again, closer to her stroking hand. "Susan, I want you to watch closely again so you can become expert and do this at home once a week. Now, the first thing-"

Susan cut in. "Just a minute, nurse. Sorry to interrupt, but did you say, 'Do this at home?' Me? I really don't feel comfortable doing anything that would involve touching ... you know."

"His penis."

"Yes, his, uh, you know ... penis." She shuddered while saying such a lewd word out loud. "I just don't feel comfortable about that. I'm really sorry."

Akami considered her plan to push Susan out of her comfort zone, both to help Suzanne's scheme and just because it was fun to do. (It was mostly the latter, since she didn't feel any real obligation to Suzanne.) So, Akami responded as if irritated, "Look, we really need your hands-on help here. If not you, then who? I'm sorry, but as Alan pointed out, it's not like you're his biological mother! One needs to visually examine the penis closely from all sides since he can't do that himself. It sounds like his father is overseas too much to assist here, and I'm sure Alan would prefer a female to help him with this delicate task anyway. So who else does that leave? If you're uncomfortable with the idea, it might just be best if he comes in here once a week so I can perform such checks."

"Perhaps I could convince my friend Suzanne?" suggested Susan. "We could have her come in, and you could show her the procedure? It can't be that hard to learn."

"Perhaps," said Akami, hiding her disappointment. Even though she was supposed to be helping Suzanne seduce Alan, she loved the naughty thought of Susan having to do it or, failing that, getting to do it more often herself. "Ask her and let me know. I don't care who does it so long as someone does. This should be done every, oh, let's say, Tuesday, since that's today. And then I would like to perform a check myself during our appointments, which I believe will be every other Friday."

"That much?" said Susan. She was really surprised, as was Alan, since it didn't actually seem to be that grave a medical problem, all things considered.

Akami nodded as she kept on stroking. She figured that if she couldn't "help" Alan every week, she could at least say they needed an appointment every other week.

Susan's eyes were glued to Akami's pumping hands. She wanted so badly for those to be her own hands, but she also thought about sin and Hell. She suggested, "If Suzanne can't do it, perhaps we could pay you to do it all those times?"

"That's another idea," Akami said with greater enthusiasm. That would be a lot of fun for her if it worked out that way. "But regarding your friend Suzanne, how is her eyesight?" She was looking for excuses to get Suzanne out of the picture, as least as far as these "checks" were concerned.

"Perfectly fine," replied Susan.

Alan piped up. "Um, that's not true. A couple of days ago, she was showing me stuff on my computer, and she said she had eyesight problems." He didn't realize that was just a white lie that Suzanne had used as an excuse to lean forward into a more tempting pose.

"What?" said Susan in honest surprise. "That's news to me. I've never seen her wear any glasses other than sunglasses in my entire life! I'll have to ask her about that."

"Well, that's what she said." He shrugged. "Just the other day, in fact. Maybe her eyesight is failing her a little bit lately."

That made Akami very happy, because it gave her the excuse she was looking for. "Why don't you ask her then? But if she does have eyesight problems, then I'm afraid that it rules her out. You really have to get your head close and examine his skin for any little bump, mole, or anomaly." She leaned her head in.

Susan obligingly leaned her head in too, until her face and Akami's were so close they were both breathing on his dick.

Akami asked, "I assume your vision is fine, Susan? With your prescription glasses on, of course."

"Yes, it's fine," said Susan dejectedly. "Maybe Suzanne can get glasses too."

"Well, until she gets her vision problem corrected, you'll be the only one at home capable of doing these weekly checks, unless you want me to do them."

Susan sighed in defeat. Goodness! I know I've said I'd do anything to help my Tiger, but that means I'm going to be stroking his, uh, member! I suppose Akami wouldn't understand if I tried to explain about the sinfulness, the sheer impropriety...

Alan was thinking, Jesus H. Christ! If those two don't stop breathing all over my dick, I'm gonna explode! Mom's the worst. Her mouth is so close to my most sensitive spot that if she blows air on it one more time, I'm gonna blow! He gritted his teeth and tried to hang on.

Akami could see the tortured look on Alan's face, so she pulled back a few inches, causing Susan to do the same. She said to the busty, panting mother, "All right. With all this talking, I'm afraid that I haven't made any progress in explaining to you the proper procedure here. Let's start again from the beginning, shall we? At least my constant stimulation of his big erection is serving one purpose. Achieving an orgasm is helpful, but it's even more important to have prolonged stimulation first. The real goal should be prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm, to make sure that a hormonal change will be achieved."

Susan nodded, trying to pay better attention to Akami and not just gawk at her stroking. But she was so giddy with lust that it was hard for her to think. However, one issue came to her mind. "Um, Nurse, may I ask you a question?"

"Please do."

Susan whispered, hoping against hope that Alan wouldn't hear her talk about this embarrassing topic. "Lately, sometimes, I've noticed ... ah ... wet spots on Alan's sheets. I think he's been having wet dreams."

Blowing away Susan's effort to be discreet, Akami asked Alan in her usual voice, "Have you? Have you been having wet dreams?"

He bashfully replied, "Uh, yeah." He added to himself, And they started immediately after our last appointment! Some of them involve you, but most of them involve Mom!

Susan gave up her futile attempt to whisper. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she watched pre-cum dribble out of her son's pisshole. "Uh, ah, anyway, my question is ... do wet dreams count as far as Alan's daily target goes?"

Akami considered that. Her first instinct was to say 'Yes, ' since a wet dream was still a valid ejaculatory orgasm. But she remembered Suzanne's purpose for this scheme, and having them count didn't help further that scheme. So she replied, "Unfortunately, not really. Look at my hand."

She hardly needed to say that, since Susan was already staring at Akami's sliding fingers. However, Susan used that as an excuse to lean in closer. The sexual, masculine smell was almost more than she could take. She was so horny that her head was reeling.

Akami explained as she slowly stroked, "In order for it to count, you need a lot of this." She paused, and slid her fingers from base to tip and back again, three times over. She finally continued, "A lot of prolonged stimulation, like I said. With a wet dream, there's just no telling what happened or how long it lasted. It's not like you crawled naked into your son's bed in the middle of the night and slid your fingers up and down his thick shaft and maybe even kissed and licked it to make sure that the stimulation was sufficiently intense and prolonged. Right? So I'm going to have to say 'No.'"

Susan thought it wasn't possible for her to be more aroused, but she was wrong, because Akami's words made her pussy tingle and gush more than ever before. Oh my goodness! Dear Lord! What if I were to actually do that?! Oh dear! That's just too ... too naughty! And "maybe even kissed and licked it?!" Oh my!

The nurse's words didn't go unheard by Alan. He moaned and groaned lustily as he imagined waking up only to find his naked bombshell mother secretly jacking him off. He was slowly losing control.

Akami continued, "Again, we have to recall the example of stimulating the nipples to start the process of lactation. Alan, the ejaculation achieved when you came into the office might not have counted for one of your daily six, I'm afraid, because it happened so quickly."

He was very disappointed to hear that. That meant his record day of eight times earlier in the week hadn't actually counted as a full eight times, since he'd cum within minutes on more than one occasion.

Akami added, "What we really need is a long ... hard ... constant massage of Alan's long, hard erection. Blowjobs are good. That's putting his thick shaft in your mouth and sucking on it with your lips."

Susan gasped in dismay at the very idea. But she also was intrigued and aroused. Is that ... is that ... could I do that?! It's just so BIG! I'd be happy just to have my hands on it, and kiss it and lick it a little, just like she suggested!

Akami continued, "But it depends on how you do it. Even a quick blowjob, or quick and nasty intercourse - a fuck and run, as some call it - is unlikely to achieve-"

Akami had to stop speaking because once again Alan had begun to cum furiously all over the place. She'd been carefully doling out her caresses, and she'd pulled back from blowing air on him. But she'd forgotten to take into account the additional effect of her words on the trigger-happy teen, so her sexy talk had suddenly caused him to lose all control.

As before, his throbbing erection began squirting his seed all over the beautiful nurse. He cried out, "UNGH! UGH! AAAAH!"

Both Akami and Susan had their faces less than a foot from the tip of his dick, but Akami was directly in front of him so most of it landed on her. His twitching cock even splattered a little bit on his mother's face too, but only a few stray gobs.

Akami reflexively moved backwards and took the rest all over her chest. She used her hand that was still around the base of his hard-on to discreetly direct his aim, making sure that it got enough on her bra so that she'd have to take that off as well.

"Oh dear," Akami said. She started laughing. "This is getting to be ridiculous, isn't it?"

Both Alan and Susan started laughing too. They were both greatly embarrassed again, but not nearly so much as the first time. Laughter helped relieve their nervous tension.

Akami leaned in again towards Alan, took off her bra, and said seductively, "Are you trying to get me naked one piece of clothing at a time?"

Everyone laughed again, if a little stiltedly.

By this point Susan was so aroused that she not only didn't mind Akami baring her chest, she wished there was some excuse for her to bare her own chest as well.

Alan was also incredibly turned on. He loved the sight of his jism all over the nurse. Taking off the bra really only served to make Akami look that much sexier, as there were still plenty of cum gobs dripping down her chest. She just remained quiet, looking at him, but he couldn't read the meaning of her expression. In any case, she didn't appear to mind the cum that was spattered all over her face and chest; she just sat there for a few moments, letting the cum gobs drip down.

My God, this is great! he thought. Is that what they call a facial? I've read about those, but to see it, with MY cum all over her ... WOW! Whatever it is, I love it!

Susan's big boobs were heaving up and down so much that it seemed as if she wasn't wearing a bra either. She thought, My goodness! So much cum! It just looks ... it looks ... SO HOT! Oh God, is that hot! It's like he's marking her with his precious seed! Oh dear!

She had a sudden vision of her own face and bare bosom being covered just like Akami's, which caused such a powerful erotic rush that she nearly swooned. Then she smelled the air, getting such a potent combination of odors of Alan's cum and her own and Akami's pussy juices that she did swoon, practically falling out of her chair.

Akami turned to look at Susan to see how she had fared. She couldn't help but smirk a little bit at how obviously Susan was drowning in lust. She pointed a finger to a spot under her right eye. "You have some right there."

Susan was so out of it that she wasn't paying attention (which meant that she didn't wipe her face clean). She was in a daze, staring at Akami's cummy face and chest. So much cum! she thought. Is this normal? Is my son unusually potent? Then she remembered Akami's words about Alan's penis being in the top one percent. Her whole body tingled with delight. He IS! He IS! What a special boy!

Akami got up to clean herself off again.

Both Alan and Susan watched her go to the sink wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

Susan finally put her hand up to the spot on her face where Akami had pointed, not because of Akami's comment but because she felt something wet dripping there. She felt a gob of her son's soft, gooey cum. She looked over at him and was relieved to see he hadn't noticed. Not surprisingly, he was busy watching Akami wipe the cum off her face and chest.

Seeing that he was totally ignoring her for the moment, Susan swept the cum off her face with two fingers, then placed those fingers under her nose. MMMM! Smells good! Surprisingly sweet! Mmmm. Not like Ron's at all. (She had never had semen anywhere near her face before as that was improper and disgusting, but she had also heard that cum was bitter and had wondered if it would smell bad as well.)

She looked up again and confirmed that Alan still wasn't watching. She put one of her fingers in her mouth and licked off his cum. Tastes good too. REALLY good! Tangy and sweet. MMMM! Then she thought, What the heck am I doing? This is gross! And so wrong!

"Can I have a towel?" Susan loudly asked Akami.

"Certainly," replied Akami. She grabbed a towel and brought it to Susan. The nurse didn't seem troubled to be walking about in nothing but panties. However, there was a large wet spot on them over her pussy, so she walked back to her chair quickly, hoping the others would be less likely to notice her aroused condition after she sat down.

After sitting down, she rubbed a wet cloth all over her face and chest to get rid of any gobs of Alan's cum that might remain.

Alan found the whole scene incredibly sexy, especially as she was cleaning herself while sitting between his legs only a foot or two away. He discovered to his surprise that his penis was already hard again. But his hard-on, finally, was also extremely sore. He figured that it would hurt if Akami tried to touch it again.

Akami looked at Susan and asked, "Did I get it all?"

That **** Susan to closely examine Akami's breasts and face as she looked for stray gobs of cum. She certainly is a beautiful woman, Susan thought. Her nipples are hard, too, just like mine. Tiger must be getting her aroused too.

"Yes, you're fine," Susan finally said.

Susan thought she could feel just how erect her own nipples were, but she reached up and cupped one of her breasts as unobtrusively as she could, just to confirm it anyway. That can't be! There must be some kind of mistake. My own son is making my body do crazy things, forbidden things! I have to be strong. It's like I'm in Satan's den, with all these sinful temptations around me.

She was trying to maintain the fiction that this examination was having no sexual effect on her whatsoever, but it was becoming a completely untenable lie.

Chapter 5

Akami was ready to continue. She told Susan, "Let's return our attention to Alan's penis. Unfortunately, once again we failed to use a cup to get his sperm sample, so he'll need to ejaculate again before he leaves. Sorry about that, Alan. My bad. Before we forget again, Susan, could you go back to the cabinet there? ... Yeah, that's the one ... Open that and get the sample cup riiiight ... there. That's good. Thanks a lot."

While Susan was walking and Alan's eyes were following her, Akami quickly reached between her own legs and used her towel to blot her dripping pussy as best she could.

Susan soon came back, holding the cup in her hand. She looked at it and frowned. What kind of sinfulness and naughtiness will I be subjected to next? I just have to remember this is all so my Tiger can get well.

Alan said, "Nurse, I really don't think I can do this again, even though I am, uh ... erect. It's just that I'm starting to feel really sore. I've been doing this so much lately." His dick was up but flagging, and only the fact that Akami was sitting topless in front of him kept it from subsiding altogether.

"That's the kind of chafing I was warning you both about," the nurse replied. "Unfortunately, we have ****; we have to get that sperm sample before you leave. This will be a good experience for you, to be sore the first time right in the doctor's office. That way we can determine exactly how sensitive you are. Clearly you aren't going to be able to achieve orgasm on your own this time, so I'll have to assist again."

That sounded as reasonable as anything he'd heard lately, which admittedly was all pretty bizarre.

"Oh, and by the way," Akami added as an aside, "if you're going to have the prolonged stimulation which this treatment requires, you're going to have to learn to control yourself better. I suggest you go on-line and look up something called the pubicoccygeal muscle or 'PC muscle.' That's the muscle that can hold back an orgasm. There are some exercises you can do to control it better, so start doing those immediately, every day, as often as you can. Okay?"

"Yes. The PC muscle." Alan had no idea what she was talking about, and his brain was fogged with lust, so he thought of the PC on his desk at home so that the association would let him remember the term.

Speaking to Susan again, Akami said, "We can see that his big erection is beginning to subside. So we should act quickly before we lose it altogether." She reached out with one hand and began massaging his dick again.

When it became apparent that her stroking was maintaining his penis only at about three-quarter mast, Akami said, "It looks like this may not be enough, so if this happens during one of your manual examinations, Susan, I suggest using further measures. Stimulating the anus is a good one. Or you could try playing with his balls. Baring your chest would be another option. Saying some sexy sweet nothings is yet another. But why don't we wait a few minutes for him to revive? Alan, I bet you could use a break."

He nodded in agreement.

Susan also nodded, even though Akami wasn't speaking to her, because she badly needed a break as well. Her entire body was pulsing with arousal, and her panties were soaked. Because Alan had splattered his cum all over twice, the entire room was permeated with the smell of his seed. To Susan it was like an intoxicating ****. She longed to get away from it and get her senses back, but it would have been rude to just rush out of the room.

After a pause, Akami continued, "On a different note and while we're waiting, Susan, in our last meeting I mentioned periodic self-examinations for breast cancer. Do you check yourself periodically?"

"Um, sorry nurse, but I've never done that," Susan said very shyly.

"Never? My word, Susan! You could be in danger! Do you realize that your age of thirty-seven is nearly the most important time to detect the onset of breast cancer? One in three women in the U.S. will get it at some point in their lives. Do you even know how to conduct such an exam?"

"I don't know that either," Susan said, feeling even more embarrassed.

"By all means then, I'd better show you how while we wait for Alan to revive. Take off your blouse and bra and let's get started right away." Akami thought to herself, This'll either scare her off from ever coming back, so it'll just be Alan and me, or I can have more fun with her and get my hands on her huge knockers! Either way, it's a win for me! And breasts that big can't be called breasts; they're knockers!

Susan was in complete shock. "What?! Here? Now? In front of Alan?!"

"Sure. After all, I'm already topless. Besides, I'm sure it's not like he hasn't seen you naked at some point or another." In actual fact he had not, except a few days before in the shower, and his view of her boobs at that time had been brief and partly blocked by her hands and arms. "In any event, you've probably noticed that he's been keeping his eyes closed, except for these last few minutes. Alan, can you close your eyes again?"

"Yeah," he said as he gasped for breath. Just the idea of having his mother completely expose her huge jugs was making his dick hard again and causing him to tremble with excitement.

But Susan for once wasn't paying attention to his tool; she looked up in fear as Akami expectantly waved a stethoscope above her chest.

Akami spoke up again to forestall any more protests. "Alan, thanks. Susan, if you're feeling nervous, why don't you keep your eyes closed too? That seems to help reduce a person's sense of embarrassment sometimes, and you only need to listen and feel what I do to pick up the technique on how to do a breast check properly."

"Okay," Susan replied, realizing she'd been defeated again. She would never have agreed, except that she was unbelievably horny. She asked feebly, "Are you really sure this is necessary?" She squeezed her eyes tightly shut even before she began taking off her blouse. I guess Tiger saw me naked the other day, so what's the difference now?

Susan was so embarrassed to have Alan see her naked that she wouldn't open her eyes for anything. So she just opened her blouse the bare minimum that Akami would need, undid the front clasp of her bra, and pulled the cups off to the sides of her breasts where they hung under her arms.

"You have a very healthy set of breasts," Akami said, as she began poking at the soft, naked flesh with her stethoscope. That instrument and her panties were all the nurse had on. "But such large breasts are in even more danger of breast cancer. I'm really surprised that no one has taught you about how to examine them."

The cold stethoscope continued to poke all over Susan's tits while Akami gave a lengthy sermon on the importance of breast self-exams, the dangers of breast cancer, and just about every other relevant topic she could think of that would prolong Susan's experience. She still hoped this would either cause Susan to erupt into a lusty frenzy or give up altogether on attending the appointments.

Akami paid particular attention to exploring Susan's nipples with the cold, metal tool. She found herself getting unexpectedly aroused by the temptingly soft, large tits. She thought back to some lesbian experiences she'd had when she was in college, which led her to an even higher state of arousal.

Alan meanwhile couldn't help but peek through slitted eyes. When he finally did, he discovered that Susan's eyes were shut extremely tightly and Akami's back was turned to him, so there was no reason not to peek again. And then again. Soon he was gaping openly. Susan had kept her chest so bound up and covered all these years that he had a hard time registering just how gargantuan her breasts really were.

He wasn't touching his erection at the moment, but it was so hard that he felt he could break rocks with it. Despite his best attempts not to think of his mother as a sex object, it didn’t take long for him to see her as one anyway

Susan actually was more relieved than anything to have her chest bared, once she got a little used to it. Seeing her son's shaft stroked repeatedly had filled her with the urge to rip her shirt open. Breaking free of the confines of her bra made her sigh contentedly, like slipping into a cool pool of water on a scorching hot day.

As Akami poked and probed with the stethoscope, Susan fantasized that it was Alan's fingers on her instead. Oh Tiger! Help Mommy. Mommy's so hot. She needs your hands, not this cold steel probe. Touch me, Son! Mommy's so naughty. She needs to be touched, and punished. Oh yes, she needs a big, fat, thick punishment! You should make her hold it and stroke it. That'll teach her!

As if Susan wasn't already horny enough from the tactile sensations on and around her extremely sensitive nipples, Akami said with seeming clinical detachment, "Now, when we're done here in a minute, I want to teach you some of the best ways to stimulate your son's penis. Remember, it's not JUST about him cumming six times each day; it's also about prolonging each orgasm. Who knows, you may find yourself stroking his big erection for half an hour or more at a time. There are all kinds of tricks you can learn to make him feel really good while you do that."

Susan felt like she was drowning in lust. Akami's words were the best news she'd ever heard. YES! YES! Stroke Tiger's big fat dick for hours and hours! MMMM! So good! So hot!

Akami spoke for several minutes about the importance of prolonging Alan's erections and the handjob methods that could help with that, all the while probing and prodding Susan's nipples with the stethoscope.

Susan was so hot, she felt like she would spontaneously combust. And her heat wasn't just metaphorical - she was sweating all over.

Just when Susan thought the breast exam was about done and she could get a chance to cool down, Akami said, "But of course the techniques I've been explaining shouldn't be done with a stethoscope. It's extremely important to use one's fingers to discover polyps. If you'll allow me to demonstrate..." Akami began groping Susan's tits all over, using both hands.

Susan was already extremely hot, wet and horny just from looking at Alan's erection being stroked for so long. The feel of hands on her chest was too much to take. Oh no! Now it really IS like Tiger's hands are all over me! MMMM! I love it! But I have to be strong and resist or I'm going to climax right here and now! What'll Akami think? Such a naughty mommy, cumming so hard, dreaming of her son's big sticky endowment sliding through her fingers...

She slumped in her chair and involuntarily began wiggling and shaking her body. She was short of breath, and her tits heaved up and down like a ship tossed about in a heavy typhoon.

Alan couldn't believe what he was seeing. He longed to stroke his raging boner, but he didn't for fear that Susan would open her eyes and see him doing so.

As the "breast exam" went on, Susan began to feel more erotically charged than she'd ever felt before in her life. Sex with her husband couldn't compare. It was all she could do to maintain some respectability and not moan loudly or scream as she thought about the fact that Alan was sitting just a few feet away and possibly, even probably, looking at her. However, she couldn't bear to open her eyes to find out for sure. She slumped lower and lower in her seat, like she was turning to goo and melting down to the floor.

As Akami probed Susan's chest, she thought to herself, God, I can't believe this horny bitch is letting me do this! This is the most fun I've had in years! And she's so damn innocent that she actually thinks this is a valid medical procedure. Ha! Just look at these nipples! I have to figure out a way so I can suck them. That might just be a little too obvious right now, though. And the idea of her being so obviously aroused by her son's cock, that's getting me even hotter! I love it!

I've been kind of half hoping to scare her off so I could have Alan all to myself next time, and we can really get wild. But playing with them both is MORE fun, I think!

Several times, Akami leaned forward and rubbed her more modest boobs "accidentally" against Susan's titans. The tips of her nipples lightly brushed against the base of Susan's mounds. Susan was so far gone by that point that Akami doubted she even noticed.

Alan, though, most certainly did. He squirmed nervously in his chair, well aware that his erection was standing straight up, completely exposed and bobbing in the open air. He still fought with all his might not to jack off. It wasn't that he had superhuman willpower; it was more his fear of getting caught.

Finally Akami could see no reasonable excuse to prolong things further, and she wanted to get back to toying with Alan's penis, so she ended the exam. She concluded, "So that's all there is to it, Susan. Many women do that when they're in the shower. It's really no big deal, so please tell me you'll perform these exams regularly."

"No, d-d-don't worry, I'll do my best," Susan said nervously, still recovering and shaking with excitement. She felt like her tits were literally on fire. She'd been brought tantalizingly close to a great climax, and her whole body still buzzed and tingled, yearning to be pushed over the edge into ecstasy.

"How often do these checks need to be performed again?" she asked, since she was too horny and preoccupied to have been paying much attention to what Akami had said earlier. Mostly, she was wondering how often she'd have an excuse to play with her breasts from now on.

"Once a month is pretty common. But a well-endowed woman such as you might want to do it more often. It's really impossible to do it too much; the only problem is not doing it at all."

"Thank you nurse. I'll remember that."

Susan opened her eyes and looked back at Alan. She was relieved to see that his eyes were closed, but she didn't realize that he'd only closed them moments earlier, just as the "breast cancer check" appeared to be ending.

She also noticed that his penis was rock hard again, so she kept her eyes fastened on it. She was aware that she'd dripped a copious amount of wetness from her vagina. The front of her panties was soaked through and she was now actually sitting in a little wet spot. But she hoped that things would calm down and she'd be able to get out of the room without anyone noticing her leakage problem.

Chapter 6

Akami finally turned back to Alan, spied his turgid erection, and said, "Well! Would you look at that? Looks like we've lucked out and can continue with Alan's treatment."

Of course, Akami had performed the 'breast exam' in front of Alan knowing full well that the sight of such an impressive pair of knockers being probed would make any male hard, even if, or especially if, the knockers in question were his own mother's.

Akami put a finger back into Alan's anus and resumed caressing his meaty rod at the same time. Addressing Susan, she said, "While I'm busy here, why don't you practice the breast exam techniques I just taught you so you'll be sure not to forget them."

"What? Here? Now?!" was all Susan could stutter out. She was nearly speechless watching Akami's hands stroking again. She didn't know if she wanted to scream out for her to have mercy and stop, or shove her aside and take over.

"Why not? Otherwise, you're just going to sit there staring at me rubbing Alan's big penis. Who knows how long I could end up doing that? I'm sure you must be tired of that sight already."

Susan was almost too flustered to answer. "Um? What? Yeah. Of course. Tired. Alan's big penis. Um, big member, I mean. Urm, member ... I'll just go ahead then."

Akami, seeing that Susan seemed submissive to her suggestions, tried to push her luck a little more, to see just what she could get away with. She said, "You'd better take your blouse all the way off, just to be sure."

Susan nodded and removed her blouse and bra from where they still hung on her shoulders. She had no clue why she had to get completely topless "just to be sure," but Akami was right about Susan naturally following authority figures. Since the nurse suggested it, Susan assumed there had to be a good reason for it.

Alan thought, OH MAN! Friggin' kill me now! This is how I want to die, staring at Mom's fuckin' AWESOME rack! No way! And while Akami is jacking me off, no less! This is Heaven!

Susan began fondling her boobs with both hands. But at the same time she was too transfixed to take her eyes off her son's lengthy tool. A part of her really was trying to obey the instructions and perform a proper breast check. But because she hadn't been paying attention to Akami's "breast check" earlier, she had only a vague notion of what to do. However, she didn't want to admit how she'd been completely spaced out.

She only knew that there was something about checking for bumps, and that if the motions of Akami's hands had been anything to go by, it was extremely important to check the nipples extensively by pulling and twisting them in every direction. She also knew that putting her hands anywhere on her chest right now while closely looking at her son's thick erection made her tremble in a powerfully pleasurable way.

"Hard to believe this is a necessary medical procedure, isn't it?" Akami asked somewhat amusedly to Susan as she stroked and stroked and stroked, trying to get Alan to cum for the third time. "If anyone could see me now, they might assume I'm a hot and horny cum-starved slut in some kind of three-way orgy! Let's hope Dr. Fredrickson doesn't decide to pop his head in. You might find that a bit embarrassing, for him to see you like that."

Susan looked down at her fingers pulling on her nipples and wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But it felt too good to stop. She knew she'd never experienced an orgasm before that day, but she wasn't sure whether that was what was happening at the moment. She'd already felt several thrills race through her body, surges of pleasure that started near her clitoris and made her feel so euphoric that she was light-headed. But she felt something bigger coming on, something so big, intense, and powerful that she was almost afraid to experience it.

Akami continued in her usual calm, clinical voice, "Next time, if we take more care, we'll be able to conclude our appointment quickly without any loss of clothes, except of course for Alan's. I really must apologize. I feel so embarrassed, doing my job in just my panties. I guess that's a consequence of being new at this and dealing with his unusual condition." All the while, her fingers continued to saw in and out of his butt and swirl around his shaft.

"It's really quite all right," replied Susan in a shaky voice. "These things happen." Subconsciously she strongly suspected that all these sexual things happening weren't just coincidence, but she didn't let herself ponder the issue or wonder about Akami's motives. Not thinking about it meant that she didn't have to analyze her own confused feelings. Plus, she was too busy playing with her big melons to really think about anything else at that moment.

I think I'll need to perform these breast checks quite often, she thought as she continued to pull at her nipples. I'm at that age where cancer becomes a real concern. What did she say? It's best to be very careful, and it's impossible to do it too much. I wonder if once or twice a day is a good amount. Since it's not actually sexual but just a medical procedure, then it must be okay. Right? True, it does seem a little bit sexual, but she says I have to do this for my health...

"Now," continued Akami, trying to gain Susan's attention, "once again your son is getting close to ejaculation. But it would be better if we could prolong the stimulation a bit more before achieving that end, so this can count as one of his six times today."

She continued to saw with her hands. After a while, she said to no one in particular, "I must admit my hands are getting tired. Perhaps if I switch." She pulled her hand away from his throbbing dick. "Susan, could you lubricate this other finger please?"

"What? Huh? Oh. With what?" The smell of Alan's semen filling the room clouded Susan's brain as if she were deep in a fog bank, hopelessly lost. She could barely hear or process Akami's words; they sounded like they were coming from rooms away.

"That towel on the chair there."

Susan turned around, reached out and picked up the towel. She noticed that it was the one she and Akami had used to wipe off some of Alan's cum. There was cum all over it. Oh dear! She wants me to rub Tiger's cum all over her finger so she can stick it up his anus! That's so very improper! What is she thinking?! Is that some kind of medical procedure? Well, she is the nurse.

As the other two were occupied and facing the other direction, Susan again furtively took a taste of her son's seed from a big gob on the towel. She sucked that finger dry, even as she unconsciously moved it in and out of her mouth as if she were sucking the cum directly from his hard penis. With her other hand, she continued to fondle a bare breast.

Oh no! What am I doing? I can't stop myself! But this is so good! She hungrily ate another gob. Goodness! So improper! But it tastes too yummy...

Akami secretly smiled to herself. She didn't need more lubrication, and if she did want some, Alan's hard-on was continuously oozing pre-cum. But she'd figured it would be one more thing to get Susan even more excited, and by the length of time it took Susan to return with the towel, she knew she'd been right.

In fact, the only reason Susan gave the towel back at all and didn't just lick the towel completely clean was because a vague voice somewhere in the far reaches of her brain reminded her that Akami was expecting her to do something.

Finally, Akami plunged her finger into a big puddle of cum on the towel as Susan held it, and it came out covered in the stuff. "Excellent. This will provide the lubrication I need." She took one finger out of his anus and immediately stuck the new finger in. She then rubbed his hard-on with the other hand.

Susan gasped yet again as she returned to her seat and began rubbing her naked chest more aggressively. She knew on some level that Alan was watching her and even openly gawking at her, but she didn't let herself think about that because she didn't want to feel obliged to make him stop.

Many more minutes passed. Akami expertly kept him right on the verge of a great climax without letting him go over.

After a while, she said, "As long as we're doing this, let's multi-task. Susan, come closer. Come a lot closer. While you keep up your breast check, I want you to lean in over my shoulder to look at what my fingers are doing."

Susan leaned in. "Like this?"

Alan cried out loudly, like he'd just been stabbed.

Susan pulled back and looked around with worry. "What? What happened?"

Akami said, "I think that he got extremely excited staring at your breasts. You know, when you lean forward like that, they make an especially enticing sight for a horny young man like your son."

"Oh!" Susan put her hands over her erect nipples, causing tit-flesh to bulge out above and below her crossed arms.

"No, it's good," Akami said. "Don't cover up! Remember, the goal is to keep his big dick throbbing with pleasure as long as we can, to stimulate his hormone production."

Alan was so blissed out that he barely knew what was going on. He thought, correctly, that he had started to cum when he saw Susan's big tits swaying over his crotch, but he didn't realize that Akami had squeezed the root of his shaft in a certain way to abort the ejaculation and pull him back. Since she was a nurse with knowledge of human anatomy, she knew little tricks like that.

As Akami stroked, she said to Susan, "Okay, now come here closer."

Susan uncrossed her arms again and leaned forward once more.

"Closer."

Susan moved in until her face was only about a foot from Alan's cockhead, not to mention Akami's stroking fingers.

Alan looked at his mother's dangling globes and decided it was just too exciting a sight to handle. He closed his eyes and kept them closed, hoping that would help him stave off his imminent ejaculation just a little longer.

"Okay, see what I'm doing here?" Akami said to Susan. "I'm mostly rubbing this spot right here, on the underside of his penis just below the crown. Now, as a married woman, I'm sure that you're aware that this is by far the most sensitive part of a man's penis. So, naturally, most of my efforts are focused there. But what I bet you didn't know is that area has a name, and it's called the frenulum. Or, as I like to call it, 'the sweet spot.'"

Susan shook her head. In truth, she had a vague idea that the head of the penis was the most sensitive area, but she'd never had any sex education, and she and her husband Ron never spoke of such things. She'd literally been having sex with him only once or twice a year, and that was in the dark, in the missionary position, with almost no foreplay. She hardly even knew what Ron's penis looked like in detail, and about the only times she'd touched it was by necessity to help guide it into her vagina.

Akami continued, "See? I keep rubbing that spot, right there. His sweet spot. But I vary it up. It's more arousing if you continually surprise him. See how I rub it this way, and then I switch it up and do it like this? And just once he starts to get used to that, I slide my fingers down a couple of inches, and back up again. Here, come closer and have a better look."

Susan moved in until her nose was practically bumping against the side of his shaft. She was transfixed by the sexy sight. She noted, "It's all wet! Your fingers are wet too."

Akami looked at Susan as if she were surprised, "Surely, as a married woman, you know that's pre-cum, right? It's not the same as cum, but it helps me do things like this." She suddenly slid her fingers all the way down to the base of his shaft, and then stroked her way all the way back up to the head.

For some reason, that was just about the most arousing sight Susan had ever seen, maybe because it reminded her of just how long and thick her son's erection truly was. She felt that she was about to pass out - she sensed she was extremely close to cumming, but she fought it off with great effort for fear of the things she might scream out and the noise she would make. At the same time, she backed off and sat down on her chair, looking in on the action over Akami's shoulder.

Seeing that both Susan and Alan seemed to like that a lot, Akami kept repeating the move, varying it up sometimes with corkscrew motions.

Alan grunted in agony and ecstasy with every long stroke Akami gave his erection. He was very close to orgasm, and would have cum long ago except that Akami knew just how to manipulate him to prolong his pleasure. (Plus, there was that squeezing trick she'd used that gave him a second wind of sorts.)

Akami was having a grand time. She particularly loved the way that Susan was so breathless that she kept unwittingly panting, so that her moist, hot breath blew against the most sensitive parts of Alan's boner. She continued to offer pointers to Susan, such as, "Now, you'll note that I'm using two hands to stroke his dick right now. That's because stimulating his prostate with my finger in his anus is TOO arousing, so I had to stop. After all, our goal isn't just to make him cum; it's to maximize and prolong his stimulation. There's such a thing as being too effective. I'll probably save that move for later, for right when he's about to blow his load."

Susan again unconsciously stuck two fingers back in her mouth and thrust them in and out, imagining they were the stiff boner right in front of her. It seemed so real to her addled brain that she thought to herself, Oh no! Tiger's big erection is in my mouth! He's filling it up with his hot, hot meat and his naughty mommy is taking it all in! So this is what a blowjob is. It's so good! Drool dripped from her saliva-covered fingers and down her chin.

However, Susan soon had to pull her fingers away because she was struggling to get enough air to breathe, and she felt embarrassed by what Akami must think of her.

Akami coughed a number of times until she caught Susan's attention and Susan was able to get her panting under control (although her huge bare boobs kept heaving up and down).

Then Akami said, "I think we're just about ready now. Susan, would you position the sample cup for me? I'm counting on you to hold it over the end of his penis and catch as much of the ejaculate as you can."

Susan grabbed the sample cup from the stand beside them, very disappointed that this probably meant the end of her "breast exam," and especially the end of watching Akami's expert handjob.

Akami then turned her attention to the happy patient. "Alan, open your eyes and look at me."

He did look at her, or at least he tried to. He couldn't help but notice Susan sitting beside and slightly behind Akami with a slack-jawed stare focused on his thick rod, as if she were possessed or struck dumb. Her enormous tits were heaving like she'd just run a marathon, and so were Akami's.

Between the two of them sitting there bare-chested, Alan thought to himself, Lord, if you're going to take me young, do it now, because I'm in heaven already!

Akami stared him straight in the eyes with a sultry look and said, "I want to take my tongue and lick your cock all over. I'm going to put your cock in my mouth and suck it dry!"

"Oh my God!" he cried out. His balls tightened up and his erection began to buck.

Susan rushed to position the cup. She was delirious with anticipation, overjoyed to see his cum gush forth. Her hands were shaking.

In the last seconds before Akami knew he would start to cum, she came up with an idea to further sexually corrupt Susan. She snatched the cup from her with both hands. "Here, I have to hold that. You hold his penis so his aim is true!"

"WHAT?! Excuse me?!" Susan thought her heart would thump right out of her chest.

Akami yelled, "Quick! There's no time!"

Without thinking, Susan grabbed her son's erection. It was the first time she'd touched his penis directly since he was a toddler. She didn't want to do it, even with her great arousal, but she feared his cum would fly off in every direction if she didn't (and she was trained to follow instructions given by people in an official capacity).

Susan gasped in amazement, stunned at its heat, its unusual thickness, and how it seemed to be throbbing with life.

But she didn't have more than a second or two to think about that, because he began shooting ropes of cum into the cup. Her hands were shaking, inadvertently increasing Alan's pleasure, but she made sure to hold his boner in position so that not a drop was spilled. She was so turned-on and excited that it was a near thing she didn't faint.

Susan's eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched rope after rope of hot cum blast into the cup. In actual fact, the amount of ejaculate was normal for a man, which meant it wouldn't even fill a shot glass. But to Susan's inexperienced and over-excited mind, it seemed like he was in danger of filling the entire cup that Akami was holding.

Akami climaxed at the same time as Alan, but the other two were so busy they didn't realize this. In fact, the whole building could have caved in at that moment and they wouldn't have realized it.

Not that many seconds later, Alan's ejaculation petered out. Akami had to move the cup still closer to the tip of his dick to catch the last couple of weak spurts. But that gave her another idea. She shouted urgently, "Susan, stroke it! He's running out! We've gotta catch all the cum we can!"

Susan couldn't believe it. "Stroke it?!"

"You heard me! Hurry!"

Susan was so aroused that she thought she would truly lose her mind. She deferred to authority again and started to tentatively stroke. Her son's shaft was wet from pre-cum, so her fingers slid back and forth with surprising ease.

Even though Alan had just climaxed, his dick remained stiff. Knowing that his mother was effectively giving him a handjob helped make sure he stayed that way for at least a little longer. He even shot out a couple more weak spurts, providing seeming justification for Akami's instruction to stroke it, after all.

However, Susan was so embarrassed and shy about what she was doing that her fingers didn't move that much. The mere fact that she was touching his dick at all was extremely arousing, much more so than the actual tactile sensations she was causing. In fact, her fingers soon came to a standstill after she saw no more cum was going to dribble out. She didn't want Akami or Alan to think she was eager to do this.

She asked the nurse, "Um ... is it okay if I ... if I ... let go? I think it's, uh ... done..."

Akami could see that Alan's erection was starting to subside. She didn't see much point in pushing Susan any further. She knew that what had already occurred was a very big step, so she said, "Yes, you can. Thanks for the help there. Sorry about putting you on the spot like that. I didn't think ahead."

"That's quite all right," Susan said politely as she finally let go. "These things happen, I guess." But while she tried to appear relatively normal, except for her blushing face, her mind was racing and her heart was too. "These things happen?!" No they don't! I just touched my son's member! I even, er, massaged it a little bit! That's terribly, terribly improper! How on Earth... ?! I'm in shock!

With his penis completely flaccid again, Alan just closed his eyes and rested. He was actually afraid to look at his mother's continually heaving and jiggling chest for fear of getting erect yet again. Furthermore, he refused to think about the fact that she'd held his erection and even jacked him off a little bit. It was simply too much excitement to take.