Sunny Afternoon: Part 2

Chapter 4

"Sit up"?! Susan was incredulous at what Suzanne was suggesting. If I do that, he's going to see my breasts for sure, even if he's right behind me! She was going to put her foot down and insist that he "do" her last, but somehow the idea of her son looking at her big globes broke her resistance. It was as if her tits demanded to be looked at, and her brain and the rest of her body were just along for the ride.

She whimpered and kept her eyes closed as she silently sat up. Her nipples were erect and her head was reeling from an overdose of lust and desire. She at least tried to keep her legs together so he could only see a little bit of her dark brown bush.

Alan nervously went to his mother and sat behind her on her lounge chair. His hands shook so badly that he could barely get the lotion out of the bottle. It was the first time he'd really touched his mother, outside of rare occasions like hugging.

Fucking hell! I'm running my hands up and down Mom's back, and she's totally fucking naked! I could reach around right now and cup her bare tits in my hands! Or I could just slide my hands down and caress her bare ass! Dang, she's just so fucking hot, how can I resist?!

Susan was thinking much the same things, except with the point of view reversed. Tiger ... Tiger's running his hands all over my nude body! It's like I'm some kind of slut for him! Oh God! Son, I love the feel of your hands on my back, but don't stop there! Turn me around and grope my breasts while you kiss my lips! Thrill me! Possess me! Make me yours! Let me be your naked mommy slut. Let me help you do your thing! Oh God, I want to help you so very, very much! Let me give you an abnormality check right now. No, better yet, let me check it with my mouth! Suzanne talks so much about the utter joy of sucking your BIG COCK! Please, let me suck it!

Needless to say, her moral and religious concerns were forgotten in the heat of the moment, although a forbidden thrill remained. But she just sat there and didn't say a thing or let on how incredibly aroused she was, because she remained very aware that Suzanne and Katherine were nearby and probably watching her every move.

The minutes passed. Alan slowly calmed down and stopped shaking nervously as he grew accustomed to applying the lotion. He could feel that Susan was nervous, but was slowly relaxing as well. But just because they grew more accustomed to the situation, that didn't mean that their arousal levels went down at all.

"Mommy, I want you to stand up and face me. With your arms at your sides. Spread your legs and thrust your chest out so I can play with your pussy and tits!"

"But Son!"

"Do it!"

"Yes ... Yes, sir!"

Those were some of Susan's thoughts as Alan continued to run his hands over every inch of her shapely back. She felt like her body was burning up. If it was possible to climax just from a back massage, she was a leading candidate.

As he grew bolder, he considered going further around her sides so he could touch the edges of her breasts. And he did, but just a little bit. He just didn't have the self-confidence with women to initiate anything on his own, despite going nearly out of his mind with desire as his hands wandered over his mother's nearly perfect form.

His hands went lower, towards her ass. There was no obvious line to stop at, since she was so prudish that she'd seldom been in the sun except when wearing "granny" dresses. So he was able to be bolder there; he went lower than the top of her ass crack several times.

Susan rewarded him for his boldness with some very erotic-sounding moaning.

He would have gone lower still except that he was conscious of the other two watchers.

Eventually he finished with her back. That put him at a loss over what to do next. The safe thing was to do her legs next, but he couldn't do that while she was still sitting up.

Suzanne and Katherine were both keeping a very close eye on his progress. Seeing his problem, Suzanne resolved it by saying, "Sweetie, your fuddy-duddy mother never goes nude, so her butt is really white. Make sure to pay special attention to that with the lotion, or it'll get burned."

Susan said, "Darn you, Suzanne, we didn't agree to that. And I'm no fuddy-duddy. I just happen to believe in some bedrock Christian values."

"Well then, prove it by lying down so he can have proper access to your ass."

Frowning, Susan pretended great **** as she did so. "I'll have you know that I'm only doing this under duress." But on the inside, she couldn't have been more thrilled.

Suzanne's suggestion for Alan to pay special attention to Susan's ass didn't make much sense - just like the even paler Suzanne, Susan's skin wasn't any more pale on her butt than anywhere else since she didn't really have any tan lines. However, it was a good excuse for Alan to completely explore her ass, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity. While he wasn't brave enough to initiate things on his own, he was able to take advantage of any openings that were handed to him.

Susan continued to complain as she lay down, "You said he wouldn't touch us in any sensitive places and only do our backs."

Suzanne responded, "I never said anything about sensitive places; I just said you'd only have to lie face down. Well, you're lying face down. Do you want to get a big sunburn on your posterior? We can call that the fuddy-duddy tan."

"Oh, poo! Very well. I am not a fuddy-duddy. I'll show you! Tiger, my cutie, I suppose it's okay if you do my ass. Please be careful though, okay?"

He wanted to shout "Do your ass!? Don't mind if I do!" Instead he just nodded, but then realized she couldn't see that. So he said "Okay" as he started to rub. He didn't really know what "be careful" meant. For the moment, he decided to touch only the relatively safer areas of her ass cheeks and upper thighs and avoid exploring her ass crack. This was the first time he'd been able to really fondle her ass for any length of time. He was surprised at the sheer amount of flesh, especially since Susan was nearly six feet tall and thus no pixie. There was no excess flab to be felt anywhere.

Man, I can't believe I'm fondling Mom's ass! And with Sis and Aunt Suzy watching, no less! Too hot!

He was content to keep kneading her ass cheeks. Not only did her buttocks feel fantastic - soft and yet somehow firm at the same time - but before long Susan relaxed even more and started steadily purring with pleasure. At first, her purring just sounded like shallow breathing, but then it slowly began to sound more sexual, more passionate. His erection was so stiff and engorged that he couldn't get his mind off it; it was constantly calling out for attention, craving release.

The supposed application of suntan lotion had turned into a massage if not an outright ****, but Susan didn't seem to mind. He only applied some new lotion to his hands when he wanted more lubrication so that his hands could continue to slip and slide easily over her silky smooth skin.

As he massaged her ass, he noticed that she was keeping her legs very firmly closed so that he couldn't get anywhere near her snatch. Her whole ass was repeatedly clenched in an apparent attempt to keep even her ass crack from being invaded. But as the minutes passed and she relaxed more and more, the clenching ended and her legs even separated a bit.

Susan felt like she was having an out-of-body experience; her head seemed to have no power to control what was happening to her body. After she belatedly realized that her legs were no longer clamped tightly together, she thought, Goodness gracious! Tiger can see everything now! He can probably see my labia, if he's a naughty boy! I really should hold my legs together. What kind of mother spreads her legs for her son?

A naughty mommy, that's what kind! I'm just so horribly naughty. So deliciously, wonderfully naughty! I really should close my legs. That WOULD be the proper thing to do ... I really should...

But her legs didn't close. She was lost in a lazy, happy, erotic haze, and any movement seemed like a huge bother.

He did see her pussy lips, but only a hint. They were mostly hidden in the shadows between her legs. He could easily see her anus though, especially when he spread her ass cheeks wide to get a good look at her ass crack. This was the first time he'd seen it up close, and the sight powerfully affected him.

He lost track of time while massaging her ass, but eventually he realized he'd been at it so long that if he didn't get to her arms and legs, she actually would start to get a sunburn on them. He loved her dearly and didn't want that to happen. So he reluctantly pulled away from her ass, but as a parting shot his fingers made a few passes right into her ass crack.

She responded with even more sexy purring and moaning.

He was actually relieved to work on her arms and then her lower legs for a while. His erection couldn't stay so hard forever. It didn't exactly go flaccid, but it did soften a bit while he worked on her extremities and tried to think of nonsexual things, such as imagining Rosanne Barr and her TV husband John Goodman sitting around naked and sweating profusely. That helped a lot.

He realized that he'd leaked so much pre-cum that he had a big wet spot on the front of his swimsuit, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He also repeatedly inhaled her aroma, because the smell of Susan's wet pussy filled the air. That was one reason he had such a difficult time becoming flaccid.

He slowly worked his way up her thighs until his fingers got within a few inches of her slit. He was continually staggered that there was no bikini or bathing suit to reach. His erection again grew hard as diamond, but he didn't push his luck and try to get any closer. He was absolutely ecstatic at being allowed to touch her skin in this sensual way anywhere at all, and didn't want to blow it.

When he was done, Susan slurred, "Shhanks a ton, shport," and then hiccupped.

Only then did he realize just how tipsy the women all were. He finally took a look at something other than his mother's naked body, noticing not one but two empty wine bottles on an end table next to their chairs, plus a third bottle that had been opened. This must explain their collective insanity. I wonder what they'll think of me when they all sober up. I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts. I'll bet Mom is the most affected; she can't hold her liquor at all.

Susan had kept her eyes closed during nearly the entire massage. After Alan got off her lounge chair, she drifted off to the netherworld between sleeping and waking. She didn't hold her **** well, and she tended to get sleepy after only a very few drinks.

Chapter 5

Next it was Katherine's turn. To Alan's simultaneous delight and dismay, she seemed extremely eager for him to get started on her. She looked ready to burst.

All throughout the lotion application on his mother, Katherine had fidgeted about, kicking her legs restlessly. Sometimes she even ran her hands over the parts of her body which mirrored Alan's caresses on their mother as she fantasized about her brother touching her that same way, and more. She was already in an orgasmic nirvana before he even touched her for real.

Alan continued to be amazed at how dramatically she'd changed from the girl he thought he knew. That girl would never have considered going topless, much less bottomless, and the idea of a man then applying lotion to her naked skin probably would have caused her to faint with dismay. Yet here she was, her nonverbal communication practically begging him to run his hands all over her. Verbally, she remained silent.

He didn't realize how much her earlier ways had been a pose, designed to ward off unwanted attention and also to keep her mother happy. His sister may have looked the part of a prude, but she didn't hold those values in the same way that her mother did. On some level she'd been saving herself for her brother, even when she thought that there was at most a slim chance that anything would ever happen between them.

He wondered to himself, Does she think this is all some kind of game, like tickling when we were younger? This is so much more serious than that. Does she just want to help me do my thing, or does she want more? It's tempting, but I'm not going to do anything a brother shouldn't do when applying lotion to his sister. In fact, because she may be willing to go further, I'm going to have to be even more careful, for both of us. This is no time to get something going, not with Mom sitting a few feet away!

With his mother, Alan had sat behind her to apply the suntan lotion and started with her back. But now with Katherine he sat next to the lounge chair and started with her feet. He wanted to get used to touching her before getting to the "good stuff."

He discovered that he really enjoyed the feel of her skin, which was covered with a youthful peachy fuzz. Also, even though Susan was extremely fit from working out daily with Suzanne, Katherine was even firmer and fitter (thanks more to youth than effort). She had a tight and hard but not overly muscular body. He found himself running his hands all over her, just for the feel.

She didn't mind, even though it didn't have much to do with applying lotion or even massaging. Just like Susan, she started purring and moaning lightly.

He also took the time to appreciate her lovely aroma. With Susan he'd been so nervous that he'd barely noticed her smell at all, at least not until the scent of her wet sex became obvious.

Soon after he started applying the lotion, Katherine spread her legs a bit, allowing him to stare at her labia as he worked his way up her legs. As he moved his hands higher and higher up her thighs, she didn't say a word or make any noise to discourage him.

He wondered just how far he could probe. He found his excitement rising even higher as he contemplated touching her pussy. Dang! What if I just fingerfuck her right here, with Mom and Aunt Suzy lying right there? Would Sis want me to do that? She totally would, I can tell. Her groans are getting so loud and erotic as I near her pussy that I'm gonna cum any minute for sure.

But in the end he backed off, mostly because it was just too risky. Not only was Susan bound to notice, but Katherine might slap him for being too presumptuous. He resolved not to do anything a brother or a professional masseuse wouldn't normally do.

After he finished 'applying lotion' to most of Katherine's body, Suzanne made another "helpful" suggestion. "Sweetie, it looks like you have magic hands. I can hardly wait until you come over here. You should straddle her legs for easier access." Her words had deliberate double meaning. She even had a long pause after "come," implying that she meant "cum, over here."

He sat on top of his sister's legs to do her ass and back. It occurred to him that his erection, still frantically trying to fight its way through the fabric of his swimsuit, was now mere inches from his sister's naked slit. That thought didn't help him cool off, especially since her legs were spread wider than Susan's, giving him a better view of the lower part of her pussy.

It also didn't help that, while his mother had limited herself to moaning, Katherine started to murmur some words that only he could hear. She said things like, "Mmmm! ... Good! ... That feels so good! Mmmm ... Do me there. Yes! Do me there! ... More." He at least felt relieved that he was wearing conservative bathing trunks that were really more like regular shorts, instead of those tiny thongs that European men wore. He was embarrassed enough as it was, and could do little to relieve his raging boner.

He gave her ass a very thorough working over, but again avoided all but the fleshy cheeks. It wasn't that he didn't want to explore her ass crack, but she was getting so into it and getting so vocal that he worried about what she might say or do. He imagined Susan rousing herself from her drowsy slumber as Katherine shouted something like, "Oh yeah! Plunge your fingers into my hot box! Go for it!"

He also felt self-conscious because he knew Suzanne was very much awake and carefully watching every move he made from behind her dark sunglasses. She wasn't saying anything, neither approving nor disapproving, which made him feel a bit nervous.

He was getting close to cumming, causing him to try and pace himself. He tried hard not to look at his sister's pussy so much, but couldn't help staring at it sometimes.

But then impulsively, just as he was about to finish with her butt, he grabbed her ass cheeks with his hands and dug his fingers into them as far as he could.

She responded by opening her legs even wider than before.

He found himself staring at her asshole and much of her pussy. But as he moved his hands in towards her ass crack, she cried out, "Oh, yes! Like that!"

He looked over to Susan in fright to see if that had woken her, just as he had been fearing would happen. But she was either still asleep or in a happy daze. Spooked by the close call, he pulled his fingers away from her flesh.

"Noooo..." his sister moaned petulantly.

Alan knew he should stop. Katherine's voice was getting too loud, too obviously sexual. It was too dangerous all around. But he was so aroused that he kept going. He planted his fingers back into her ass cheeks and started probing her ass crack with a stray finger or two.

"More like that!" she said loudly. "More in the butt! So good!"

He started working his fingers like a baker working raw dough.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Like that, Big Brother! Mmmm, yeah! Deeper in the butt!"

Alan looked over at Suzanne and saw her giggling behind her sunglasses. He didn't realize it from her hard-to-read expression, but she was amused at his distress at being torn between wanting to go further and knowing that he should stop.

He had a sudden attack of guilt, mostly brought on by Katherine's use of the word "brother." I AM her brother. Her older brother. What am I doing? I'm taking advantage of her. She probably doesn't even know what she wants, and I'm practically molesting her. She must be confused by all this, this "help him do his thing" and "provide visual stimulation" talk. He got up wordlessly and backed away, almost as if in horror over what he'd considered doing.

He'd completely misread her. She griped in a pouty voice as she felt his body lift, "Is that all?" Seeing that he was really finished, she turned her body so that she was lying more on her side than her front and said, "Thanks, Bro. I really enjoyed that." She was flashing him with a full view of her pussy and tits as seductively as she could, running her hands over the front of her voluptuous body as if she were still tingling all over from his touch.

Alan smiled weakly and gulped. Dang! But she IS still my sister! Shouldn't I be trying to stop things? God, I don't know anything anymore. I just know I have to cum so bad that I wanna fall to my knees and cry!

He was deeply conflicted. The very taboo of their touching intensified his erotic urges. His sister's moans and cries, her willing, open legs, the feel of her clenching ass cheeks, the thought of her grabbing his erection in the water earlier - it was all too much for him to take. Dammit, fuck it! Maybe I should just throw all caution to the wind, pull out my dick, and fuck Sis right here! Fuck it! I'm so close to just losing my mind! If only Mom and Aunt Suzy weren't here, I'd do it!

With that thought, he was reminded that he still had to do Suzanne.

He looked over at her. Her legs were closed with one over the other, but her big pale tits were exposed for him to see. That made him all the more excited, so much so that he was ready to all but attack her. If not her, then somebody, anybody. I can't take it anymore! I have to cum or die!

He spoke up. "Um, Aunt Suzy? I was just thinking. It seems like we're running low on wine. Why don't I go inside and get some drinks? And some snacks too?"

She knew what he really wanted to do: go inside and masturbate. Taking off her high heels and sunglasses, she stood up in all her naked glory. "Oh no you don't! I know what you're planning on doing in there. Don't worry, though. Trust your Aunt Suzy." She started forward.

He thought she was coming at him, but she walked right past him.

Chapter 6

Suzanne took some more steps towards the pool. Then she jumped in. She picked a depth where her feet could reach bottom before her head got wet. (She hated getting her hair wet, since it ruined her carefully-cultivated wavy hairstyle.)

Alan loved watching her naked body in the water. It made him want to cum. Everything now made him want to cum, need to cum, almost beg to cum. He knew that if he touched the bulge in his swimsuit, he would make a big mess for sure.

Standing in the water near him, she suggested, "You must be hot, Sweetie, so jump right in!"

So he did. He figured it could only cool him down, in more ways than one.

But only a minute or two after he jumped into the pool again, he found himself in water that came up to his chest with the nearly-as-tall Suzanne standing right in front of him, eyeing him.

She silently worked her way towards him with a deadly serious gaze, like a tiger quietly stalking its prey.

He backed away from her naked body, until he backed right into the side of the pool.

She kept coming towards him, finally pinning him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on each side of him.

He felt like she was the predator and he was the prey. He instinctively tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but she kept coming forward and squashed her tits into his chest as she embraced him. He gave up trying to escape and stood back up.

One of her hands reached down to his swimsuit and went inside. She put her head right next to his and whispered, "Don't worry; let Aunt Suzy take care of you. She wants to make you happy - very happy. She loves you very much."

That was about as close as she'd ever gotten to telling him directly of her deep love for him. Unfortunately, he didn't pay it much attention because he was so distracted. Her exploring hand quickly found his hard-on and grasped it tightly.

Alan was ready to panic. He looked over at Katherine, who was looking right back at him. He wondered how much she could tell was going on.

Suzanne finally spoke out loud, though still using a quiet voice so to avoid waking Susan. "How are you holding up, Sweetie?" she said teasingly as she began stroking his erection underwater. "How are things hanging?"

There was a heavy emphasis on the words "up" and "hanging" as she subtly lowered her voice to a gentle and seductive whisper in his ear. "It's about time for one of your daily stimulations, isn't it?"

"Um ... Yeah ... Well, uh..." He was struck dumb by her great beauty, not to mention the danger of the situation. He looked over at Susan and saw that her eyes were still closed. He looked again at Katherine. Does Sis know what Aunt Suzy is doing to me? I mean, we're standing in pretty deep water here, but my aunt is all over me like white on rice. She must at least guess, right?

However, he held his tongue. He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw Katherine's or Susan's attention. The one good thing about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lounge chairs, which meant that the very fact that Katherine and Susan were so close to the deck made it impossible for them to see much more than his and Suzanne's heads.

Suzanne worked his swimsuit all the way down his legs to get it out of the way (with his willing assistance), and then started to stroke his erection in earnest. At the same time she said, and not too quietly, "Angel knows. Your sister knows I'm jacking you off. I'm stroking your cock!"

He finally lost it. His body seemed to crumble as he shot off into Suzanne's hand, but she hugged him tighter and held him up. Rope after rope of cum squirted into the water, most dissipating immediately. But some of the bigger strands stayed intact and floated away, at least for a little while.

He wasn't sure whether he'd passed out or not, because the next thing he knew he was still in the pool, still being hugged by Suzanne. However, his breath was fairly calm and his mind was more at ease.

Suzanne knew how overcome he must have been, so she simply held him in a tender embrace until he recovered. The fact that she was naked and his swimsuit had somehow floated off didn't matter because Suzanne was there to support, not to arouse.

But after a while, they each grew more aware that they were naked and in an intimate embrace.

He felt so satisfied that it seemed to him that he'd never need to cum again in his life. But as he rested in Suzanne's arms without speaking, with her heavy breasts pressing into him, he found his penis rising once again.

She could feel it rising along her thigh as it filled with blood, seemingly heading with a purpose the short distance towards her snatch. Her nipples grew erect again and she whispered, "Am I under attack by a mini-submarine, or are you just happy to see me?"

He laughed, and then said, "I'm just happy to see you. VERY happy to see you. Aunt Suzy, you mean so much to me."

"Oh, Sweetie!" She leaned forward and tilted her head, closing in for a kiss. But at the last minute she remembered she wasn't supposed to do that, so instead she ended up merely kissing him on the nose. To make up for it, she then ran her tongue along his cheekbone to his earlobe and licked all over his ear.

He was surprised at just how pleasurable that was. It helped inspire his erection to reach full size just as she grasped it again.

She brought both hands to it so she could really go to town under the water, but he kept his arms around her so that their hug didn't end either.

They both looked over to Susan to see if she was awake yet. She was, though she still seemed kind of out of it and she hadn't really focused on them yet. Then they looked to Katherine to see if she was looking at them. She was, with a big approving smirk on her face, no less.

As Suzanne stroked, she started carrying on a conversation to make it look like they were facing each other closely just to converse. She said in a reasonably loud voice, "So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem."

Needless to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse him (as if that was even possible at this point!). "I've been thinking about different ways the three of us could better inspire you to reach your daily target."

"I think you're doing a great job," he replied, while nodding down toward where her hands were busy sliding back and forth along his shaft.

She smiled. "Oh, do you? Did you hear that, Susan? He says that I'm doing a great hand ... job. I mean job. Great job!" She laughed. She'd misspoken on purpose, knowing from experience what Susan looked like when she wasn't paying attention.

"Whaa... ? Wha was ... Shhhomewaah talkin' to me?" Susan didn't get up, but adjusted herself in the lounge chair so she could look over at Suzanne. She was still completely naked, of course, but too out of it to realize what she was showing.

Alan was alarmed by that, but, not surprisingly, also very aroused. He had a fantastic view of the front half of his mother's perfect bombshell body. What frustrated him was that he couldn't say anything to Suzanne to give her a hard time for courting danger. He couldn't even give her a look without now potentially drawing Susan's suspicion. But then he realized that Susan's view of them was from their shoulders on up. So he reached down and pinched Suzanne on the thigh.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Yes, I was just talking to my Sweetie here. We're discussing ways to improve the quantity and quality of his daily stimulation."

Susan sat up, giving Alan an even better view of her voluptuous nudity. She was trying to focus so that she wouldn't miss any of this important conversation.

Suzanne kept talking to Alan on the subject. But she spoke clinically and in a nearly emotionless tone even while her hands wanked him underwater with enthusiasm. She used generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation," but the obvious meaning was more handjobs, blowjobs, and the like. Additionally, her words were filled with double meanings and puns. For instance, with the fingertips of both hands pumping on his shaft, she talked about the need to "stroke his ego" so he could "stand tall and make a big splash with the girls."

Alan imagined that Katherine's and Susan's eyes were boring into the back of his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking at him or not. In any case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still as he could and act casual, since he was totally in Suzanne's power.

He'd thought that water would be a great lubricant for sex, but that turned out not to be the case. In fact, because his pre-cum dissipated in the water rather than providing lubricant, being submerged made it more difficult for Suzanne to jack him off. But in the end that difficulty ended up helping him last a little longer than he otherwise would have.

Still, he couldn't last very long, since he was thinking about his totally naked mother and sister while Suzanne rubbed her big tits against him and covertly stroked his stiffness.

As he approached climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation target. Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage? And if so, who exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner? Do you think, perhaps, one woman is not enough? Would you prefer two tongues on your erection at once, or maybe even three?"

As she said this, her hands flew up and down his shaft as fast as she could move them through the resistance of the water (which, admittedly, wasn't that fast).

He felt himself gearing up for another big climax.

But all of a sudden, Suzanne pulled away. He didn't even have anyone to hug anymore. He watched, perplexed, as she started to get out of the pool.

Chapter 7

Susan appeared to be rousing herself a bit more, though she was clearly drunk, while Suzanne and Katherine were merely tipsy. She pointed an accusing finger at Suzanne. "Whaa are you two guysh doin' o'er dere? Shumpting's fissshy." But Suzanne by this point was already climbing out of the pool.

Susan saw that Alan was watching Suzanne get out of the pool, and pointed with alarm, "Look out, Shusee! He can totalleee see your pusshy!"

Suzanne pretended to mind, partially covering her bush with a hand. She stood right in front of Alan, towering over him as he looked up at her from within the pool. "Are you trying to look at my pussy, Sweetie?" She placed a hand defiantly on one of her hips.

"Not that much," he replied. That was mostly true, because he was looking over all of her incredible body as she stood above him with her big tits dangling down, and not just at her pussy.

Suzanne walked back to her lounge chair, still completely naked and boldly visible to the world. Cleverly, she'd brought Alan's swimsuit with her. "You see that, Susan? He's not staring at my pussy that much. So no problem."

Susan didn't know what to say to that. She had the feeling that something wasn't right. She looked all around. Suzanne, no clothes. Angel, no clothes. ME, no clothes! Don't people usually wear clothes? She assumed Alan was still wearing his swimsuit, since she could only see him from his shoulders up, and she hadn't noticed Suzanne unobtrusively carrying it to her chair.

Katherine was resentful that Suzanne had gotten to have all the fun in the pool while all she could do was watch from afar. She fretted, but kept quiet. She knew that, as Alan's sister, there were more limits on what she could do with Susan around than what Suzanne could do.

Alan thought, Aunt Suzy obviously isn't going to return my bathing suit. She's having too much fun stealing it and then watching me squirm. Damn! And Mom is slowly waking up, so the quicker I get out of here, the less she's going to mind.

He waited until Susan closed her eyes, as she seemed to briefly drift off into some sleepy daydream now that nothing interesting appeared to be happening in the pool. Then he hopped out and hurried over to Suzanne's lounge chair, cupping his privates with both hands. As soon as he got there, he wrested his swimsuit back from her. Luckily for him, she didn't put up much of a fight, since she'd only wanted to tease him a little bit, not make things impossibly difficult for him.

He managed to get it back on before Susan opened her eyes and looked his way again. He considered himself very lucky.

Suzanne remained sitting naked on her lounge chair right next to him. She started vigorously drying herself with a towel, though it seemed that the only parts that were getting rubbed were her breasts.

"Now that I'm all wet, you're really going to have to do me," Suzanne said to Alan in a scratchy voice filled with innuendo. "But first, please dry me off with the towel." She lay face down on the lounge chair.

It was such a hot day that he didn't care whether he was wet or dry, so he didn't bother to towel himself off first. He had better things to do. He realized Suzanne's request was just a thinly-veiled invitation for him to explore her body, so he did.

Suzanne seemed to enjoy the rough feel of the towel over her skin, so he rubbed her more vigorously with it. The harder he rubbed her the more happily she moaned. He moved the towel in big sweeps all over her body, so she never knew what spot he'd attack and explore next.

He could have done that all day, but he realized putting lotion on her directly with his own hands would be even better. So he put the towel aside and started in with the suntan lotion. He was calmer now than when he'd been in the pool, since he'd climaxed twice recently, but his penis was still very erect and aroused.

He leaned forward and whispered, "Mom is right. You are a meanie. You left me hanging back there."

She looked over at Susan, who was looking away. Then she briefly cupped the impressive package in his swimsuit. "Looks like you're still hanging, big boy."

He just shook his head in disbelief. He knew everything she did was designed to give him pleasure, so he could hardly get upset at her devious ways. Instead, he squirted some lotion on his hands and started with her legs.

Suzanne complied by spreading her legs wide open. They were spread even wider than Katherine's had been, so that her feet and lower legs hung clear off the sides of the lounge chair.

As he worked his fingers up towards her thighs, both of them got increasingly excited. Once he got near the top of her legs, Suzanne said, "Straddle me!"

So he did.

She added quietly, "It's time you do your favorite cocksucker!"

Susan sat up blearily in her lounge chair. "Whadjoo juss say, Suze?" she asked as she tried to stay propped up.

Alan looked over and saw her large, firm tits bouncing around on her chest. They finally came to a halt and dangled there temptingly. Then he looked at the equally delectable and curvy Suzanne right in front of him and thought, Today is a great day. A very, very great day!

Suzanne said to Susan in an easily understood voice, "I said, 'It's time you do your favorite cocksucker.' As in one who sucks cocks. As in me, since I've been sucking his cock."

She giggled nervously, realizing that she was pushing her luck. But she was fairly tipsy and knew that Susan hardly had the right to complain. After all, Suzanne had told her about the blowjobs in such detail that it was practically as if Susan had been in the same room watching them.

Susan nonetheless whined, "Shushanne! Sho wery impwoper! Shuch wangwauge."

Everyone had a good laugh at that, as Susan's voice really sounded ridiculous, almost like Elmer Fudd's. The idea that she would object to the use of the word "cock" or "cocksucker" but not object to her friend actually sucking her son's cock was also fairly absurd.

Susan flopped back down onto her lounge chair and closed her eyes again. She lay face up - a fact that Alan certainly appreciated. She struggled to stay awake, sometimes closing her eyes, then fighting to keep them open at other times. She was trying to make sure that Alan and Suzanne didn't go too far, or at least that, if they did, she'd get to watch.

Alan worked his way up Suzanne's legs. Because she was so pale-skinned, he decided he really should cover her thoroughly with lotion before playing around. So he did her arms and back fairly quickly, rushing to get to her ass.

Once he finished covering her ass with a quick coat of lotion, he kept at her ass but at a more relaxed pace. Sitting on top of Suzanne's legs, with her ass cheeks in both hands, he thought, YES! Now, THIS is the life! My naked Amazon buxom aunt in hand, and Mom and Sis lying naked nearby and looking on. And in the great outdoors, no less. It doesn't get any better than this!

Okay, if I was getting blown at the same time, it would be better. But only just barely, that's how ecstatic and aroused I am!

He spent a very long time on Suzanne's ass. Since it was Suzanne, he felt freer to get overtly sexual, especially when Susan had her eyes closed.

Susan appeared to be drifting in and out of some kind of sleepy daydreaming state. Sometimes she let out the "mmmm" sound she often made when quite aroused.

He was getting a very rapid education in women's asses. First he'd caressed Susan's, then he'd more vigorously probed Katherine's, and now he felt free to go even further on Suzanne's. He started where he had left off with Katherine, by digging into her ass cheeks and mauling them. He alternated that with softly stroking them, keeping his hands a fraction above her skin so that he lightly grazed her fine hairs.

That gave her goose bumps, and the alternation between styles also seemed to increase her horny moaning.

This time he also didn't hesitate to explore her ass crack. He discovered that when he probed it, or her perineum - the area between her anus and her pussy - that created a lot of especially happy moans. However, he was too shy to get near her asshole itself.

Katherine grew intensely jealous as she watched from a few feet away. She could see just how he was going much farther with Suzanne than he had gone with her. That made her wish that she could have been last.

So far, he had avoided directly touching Suzanne's pussy, even though he had great access to it between her legs. He'd come quite close, but wanted a sign from her before he took that next step. After all, just the day before yesterday, she'd let him closely examine it, but she'd made it very clear that he wasn't allowed to touch it.

The awaited sign finally came - one he couldn't possibly misunderstand. Suzanne, seeing that Susan appeared to have drifted back to sleep again, reached around behind her and grabbed him by the wrist. She guided his hand right to her pussy and said, "You missed a spot."

He began exploring it very thoroughly. Early on, Suzanne reached back again and brought his fingers to the little nub above her slit. She said quietly, "That's my clitoris, my clit. Rub it a lot, but very gently. Think of it like the penis for women. It gets erect too. All the pleasure nerve endings you have in that big dick of yours, and a lot more, are packed in this tiny little thing."

He really went to work on her clit after hearing that.

She loved it so much that she threw caution to the wind. She turned over to give him even better access to her crotch and, especially, to her clit. She didn't mind that Katherine was watching, but she crossed her fingers and prayed that Susan would remain asleep.

This was the first time he'd had a good chance to both touch and study a woman's pussy up close. He tried to memorize every last detail, as if he would never see another. He paid close attention to how Suzanne was leaking her own juices. He petted her bush, stroked the outside of her engorged outer labia, and especially kept working on her clit, but as of yet he hadn't put his fingers inside her nether lips. He wanted to take things one step at a time, and there was no shortage of fun new things to try.

After some long moments of exploring, he'd obviously got Suzanne really going, judging by her happy coos and moans. Emboldened, he finally started to press two fingers between her labia.

But to his great surprise and disappointment, Suzanne immediately swatted his hand away just as he started to penetrate her. Yet she said nothing, and he couldn't read her facial expression.

He didn't understand the rules of what he could and couldn't do, so he gave up on that line of attack for the moment. He guessed that maybe she didn't want to get too hot and heavy with Susan threatening to stir at any moment.

However, he was allowed to keep touching her clit until she'd had a nice, and very quiet, climax. He was proud of himself for making her feel good.

Then she turned back over and whispered, "Sorry, Sweetie, we should end it there. Your mom is waking up again."

So he finally climbed off her. He'd easily taken twice as long with Suzanne as he had with either of the other two, all in all.

Once he got off her, she said, "Thank you, my Sweetie; that was very nice." Then, more to the others, she said loudly, "Alan does a very thorough job. Veeeerrry thorough!"

He was surprised to hear his sister Katherine reply, perhaps with a touch of jealousy, "Yes! A little too thorough if you ask me."

"That was very nice, Sweetie," said Suzanne again, "but I think it may almost be time for us all to turn over, don't you think, girls? Oh, and you may have to put more lotion all over our fronts. We're just so exposed!" She made the last part sound like she was a helpless girl being ravaged. "You should start with your mother again."

Alan looked over to Susan.

To his surprise, she was awake and staring at him. She turned over and said, "If I turn over, Tiger's gonna shee my pusshy." She was looking up at the sky with an expression of pure euphoria, perhaps even unaware that she'd already turned over and was showing him everything on her front side yet again.

It was too much for him to take. It's not that he didn't want to see them naked from the front - he most certainly did. But he was on the verge of orgasm again from all the excitement, and the sight of his mother turning over and lying there with her legs spread wide and knees bent looking so completely fuckable actually frightened him.

It wasn't just that he feared he would cum in his swimsuit at any second. Worse than that, he feared he might lose all mental control. By this point he was thinking of little other than fucking all three women, one after another. He suddenly imagined himself **** his mother right on her lounge chair, while she futilely punched him with her fists. Even worse, he imagined her quickly giving in and crying out in an ecstatic voice, "Sho wery impwoper!", of all things, while he pumped into her. It was too much for him to take. He felt his dick would erupt with a torrent of cum at any second.

Finally replying to Suzanne's comment about turning over, he said, "Uh, why don't you do that, but I've really got to go! See you later!" He bolted off like a deer for the house. He heard the sound of more tipsy giggling as he sped away, but didn't look back again.

Back in his room, he shot his load almost as soon as he could get a towel around his boner. Then he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep for a second nap.