Slippin' into Darkness: Part 4

Chapter 9

Alan played tennis in his P.E. class. Afterwards, he took a shower at the gym, then went to meet Ms. Rhymer in her classroom, since he'd promised earlier to come back to talk to her.

By the time Alan got to Ms. Rhymer's classroom, all of her other students were gone. Glory was at her desk grading some homework when he came in and stood in front of her.

"Hi. You said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did." Instead of motioning for him to sit down, as she normally would have done, she stood up. She walked around her desk to stand right in front of him. "You can probably guess what this is about. I'm very concerned about your recent behavior. On Wednesday you promised me that you'd try harder not to space out during class. But today was just as bad as before your promise."

He dropped his head sadly. "I'm sorry."

"What's the problem?! You said you needed time to adjust to your new medical treatment regimen, but it's been almost a week since we discussed it and nothing seems to have changed."

He recalled that the previous time they'd talked, he'd tried to hint that he could use Glory's sexual assistance. Since then, his confidence had grown by leaps and bounds, along with his sexual fortunes. That led him to try again to promote the idea of her helping him. He wanted to be subtle about it, so that if she rejected his advances it wouldn't damage their friendship.

He sighed. "It's tough. Since we spoke frankly last time, can I be completely frank again?"

"Please. Remember, I'm not just your history teacher, I'm also a concerned friend."

He nodded. "Well, the thing is ... I have been getting help with my six-times-a-day problem. Mrs. Pestridge has been a great help. She's a great friend, as you know. But I've gotten some other help as well."

Ms. Rhymer raised a curious eyebrow. "OTHER help?! What does that mean?"

"As I'm sure you'll understand, I can't name names. But anyway, it's weird. This hasn't been going on that long, but it's like my body has already adjusted. I've been cumming steadily, averaging six times a day, so now it's like my body is all geared up to cum every few hours."

She frowned. "So ... is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"A good thing overall, I guess. It makes it easier to meet my daily target. It's like my body has accepted that I need to cum a lot, and so it's getting super ready many times a day to help make that happen. But the problem is ... well ... It's kind of embarrassing. I shouldn't say."

Needless to say, she couldn't resist. "No, please do say! How can I help if I don't understand what's going on?"

Knowing he had her on the hook, he played coy. "I don't know. This probably isn't the kind of thing a teacher and student should discuss. You could get in trouble."

"Let me worry about that." She reached to the top of her head and pretended to take off one hat and then put on another. "The school day is over. I'm taking off my teacher hat and putting on my friend hat, okay?"

He grinned. "Okay." His frown quickly returned though. "But still, it's weird. But I guess if I explained this much, I might as well tell you the rest. You see, in order to cum six times a day, every day, I have to space things out, 'cos it usually takes time for me to recover after each ... well, you know. So I do it in the morning before school, then as soon as I get home after school, and then again late in the afternoon, and after dinner, and so on. But there's this gap in the middle - the seven hours of school - where I can't cum at all!"

Seeing that she was receptive, he pressed on, "But like I said, my body has changed so that it needs to cum every few hours or so. That's why things reach kind of a crisis stage during your class. The timing couldn't be worse! Fourth period seems to be right when my body needs another orgasm the most, and to make matters even worse, YOU teach the class!"

She asked, "So what's so bad about that?"

He blushed, although he was partly acting. "Well..." He looked away in embarrassment. "I don't know how to say this ... so I'll just say it. You're ... you're very beautiful. Obviously! And during class, what else am I supposed to do but look at you? That makes things hard ... er, I mean, difficult..."

His blush deepened and he looked even more abashed. But he wasn't as innocent as he appeared. His word choices were very deliberate, including his "accidental" use of the word "hard" to show that he was thinking about his erection. He knew that once he mentioned that she would inevitably look at his crotch, and even the remote prospect that he might have some sexual success with his hot history teacher meant that he would already have a full erection.

Indeed, she couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his shorts. She had to resist the urge to lick her lips. Since his head was still turned away (and deliberately so), she was able to gawk at his bulge for some time. But the prolonged silence became problematic, causing her to say, "Please continue."

"Yeah, so ... Well ... since we're talking totally frankly ... I can't believe I'm telling you this, but ... I ... I get the worst case of blue balls! Pretty much every day! In your class!" He looked shyly her way. "You know what that means, don't you?"

She stared at him with a stern frown. "Of course I do. Look, normally I wouldn't recommend this, but why don't you try looking elsewhere while I teach? It's not like you have to stare right at me. Just listen to the words I have to say."

"I've tried that, believe me! Ms. Rhymer, for a long time, I've ... Well ... Ugh! I can't say!"

"What is it?!" She sensed he was about to confess his love for her. She was very excited, even though she knew she shouldn't be encouraging this sort of thing. She had a special soft spot for him, her favorite (and quite handsome) student.

He was truly tempted to confess his feelings, but he didn't have experience at that kind of thing. Christine had shot him down when he'd asked her out, which made him even more cautious. The fact that Ms. Rhymer was his teacher was also extremely daunting. Simply hinting around the subject seemed to be working well, and it was a hell of a lot less intimidating, so he decided to continue with that approach. "Well, it's like I said. Everybody knows you're the most beautiful teacher in school. It's just a fact! And we've kind of become good friends these past two years, even though I guess we still have some limits on that, being teacher and student and all. But, my point is, even if I'm not looking right at you, I'm still in your class and hearing your voice, and it's kind of inevitable that I'll still be thinking about you. So I still end up having that problem, you know, kind of no matter what I do or where I look."

"I see." She was secretly thrilled, but at the same time warning bells were going off in her head. She knew she should be discouraging his sexual interest in her, but the truth was she'd also developed a similar interest in him. In the last week, especially, it had become her favorite fantasy to imagine a secret romance between her and her handsome student. Lately, even when she had sex with her boyfriend Garth, she'd generally been imagining that she was getting fucked by Alan instead, which heightened the experience. Something had changed recently that moved Alan from the "nice guy" category to the "sexually interesting" and even "sexually dangerous" category.

Seeing her interest, he pressed on. "What really kills me is that picture I saw of you. When I don't look at you teach, it's actually worse, because I think about that picture, and my mind goes off into weird daydreams from there. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but you told me I should be frank so we can solve this problem."

She eagerly asked, "What picture?"

"You know, the one of you with the surf board. Remember? A long time ago, you told me about how you liked to surf as a hobby, and I gave you a hard time about it, saying that I didn't believe you. Then you showed me that picture to prove it, and you even let me keep it. My God! You look so sexy in that! Then, when you add in how my body is basically going haywire right during your class time, it's a recipe for disaster!"

She recalled the picture she'd given him. She'd told herself at the time that there was nothing wrong with her giving him a picture like that since she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, but the truth was it was a pretty sexually enticing picture. Even back then, she'd had a certain "inappropriate interest" in Alan, though she thought it would never rise above totally harmless light flirting.

She said, "In retrospect, it was a mistake I gave you that. I'm sorry."

He said, with surprising forcefulness, "That was no mistake! I've treasured that picture, believe me."

She looked calm on the outside, but she found her heart pounding hard as she imagined him masturbating to that picture countless times.

In fact, that's exactly what happened, although even now he was too shy to directly admit it. Instead, he said, "How were you to know I'd have to deal with this totally bizarre medical treatment? No, you're not to blame for anything. You've been totally cool. No one is to blame. I've just gotta man up and deal with this. I mean, blue balls is painful, but it's not like it's going to kill me, right?"

She said sympathetically, "I'm really sorry to hear about that. Now, I understand why you're looking so distracted in my classes. I wish there was something I could do to help! May I ask ... I know this is none of my business, but you know how curious I get ... What happens at lunch? Do you get any, uh, relief then?"

"Unfortunately, no. I mean, I'm just a student in school, after all. It's not like I have some private place to go to. In fact, it's kind of out of the frying pan, into the fire, since I see all the pretty girls milling around in the cafeteria. But then, luckily, I have Mrs. Metzger for my fifth-period calculus class. And I don't mean to be insulting or anything, but she obviously can't hold a candle to you. So eventually my problem subsides, more or less, until I can get home. And then, well, you know."

"I see," Ms. Rhymer said carefully. But in her mind, she was thinking, I should help him out! Sexually! God, just look at his crotch. He's well-hung, for sure! And he's handsome all around. The truth is, I've had a thing for him for a long time now, but lately he has a new edge. It's like a sexual confidence. And that makes sense. He probably was a complete virgin up until a couple of weeks ago, and now he's got Mrs. Pestridge and "others" helping him out.

But of course I can't! It's a beautiful fantasy, but that's all it is or can ever be. I AM his teacher. End of story. But still ... the poor guy is suffering!

She said, "I really feel your pain. I wish there was something I could do. If there's any way you think I can help, please let me know." It sounded innocent enough on the surface, but she was practically daring him to suggest that she help him with his orgasms during lunch.

He still wasn't willing to be that bold with his teacher. So he joked, "Stop being so sexy!"

She laughed, and he laughed too. Then, trying to do the responsible thing, she asked, "I can try. Would it help if I were to dress more conservatively?"

"Probably," he admitted. "But you know me, I'm a typical eighteen-year-old guy. So I guess I don't need THAT much help!"

They laughed some more.

He added, "Seriously, don't do that!"

That got more laughs, even though he was getting a message through at the same time.

After some more small talk about some innocuous matters, Alan left.

Glory didn't know what to think. Had she been honest with herself, she would have realized that she was crossing an inappropriate line to even be talking about such things with one of her students. But the more she thought about it, and even fantasized about it, the more she felt tempted to not only talk about fixing his problem, but actually get physical with him. It seemed like she had the perfect excuse to play around with him, since she could tell herself she was helping him with his medical treatment and his blue balls problem.

Had it not been for the fact that she was a teacher and he was a student, she would have done it. She felt on some level that her relationship with Garth was probably coming to an end anyway, so that wasn't her main impediment. But her teacher status was a very great obstacle indeed.

Chapter 10

Alan came home and went straight to his room.

Suzanne was there, standing completely naked.

He didn't even need to see her to get excited, because an attractive smell that was a mixture of perfume and strawberry filled the room.

"This is a pleasant surprise," he said with more than a little understatement.

"Sweetie, don't think I came in here for anything sexual," she said. "I just want to talk to you about something."

He noticed that she covered her crotch with her hand and looked very serious. He let the matter slide that she didn't exactly need to be naked to talk about something. He sat down on his bed and said, "Sure. Shoot."

"Sweetie, how are you at acting?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could you, kind of, not exactly lie, but be very vocal in expressing some of your feelings? I'm trying to get Susan to allow this place to get sexed up again, but she's resisting. If you could kind of pout and sigh when you're around her and do it in a way so your father doesn't notice, that could really help speed things along. You know, act like having to cum six times a day is a terrible ordeal for you, and getting worse all the time."

He considered that while trying hard to ignore her nudity. "I don't know ... Sounds dicey. But whatever scheme you've got going, I know you're going to talk me into saying yes to it. How could I possibly deny you anything, especially when you're standing there looking like that? I worship the ground you walk on."

Her eyes lit up and she stopped covering up her pussy. Then she began to walk towards him, swaying her naked hips as dramatically as she knew how. "That's my boy! You know how I said, 'Don't think I came in here for anything sexual'?"

"Yeah?"

She smiled. "Now it's okay for you to think that. You need a reward for being so cooperative."

She got down on her knees, pulled down his shorts and boxers, and swallowed his newly hard dick.

He had to look away, because the sight of her long reddish-brown hair and pale back and butt with her on all fours before him was sexy enough in and of itself to make him cum immediately.

His attempt to stop himself didn't do any good though, since he wasn't practiced enough with his PC muscle exercises. He cried out as his climax overwhelmed his senses.

As his semen started to spurt down her throat, her head bobbed furiously up and down the length of his erection, and she swallowed every drop of his cum.

Suzanne was so sexy in everything she did that he wondered how he could last even a minute in the best of circumstances. She had a way of swaying her ass up and down and all around in circles whenever she sucked him off from this position, which drove him bonkers with unbridled lust.

After he finished cumming, he felt pretty bad for having so little control, and he was physically wiped out as well. He hadn't even lasted a minute.

Had Suzanne been with one of her previous lovers, she might have smirked at the lack of self-control. But with Alan, she wanted to build up his ego and his self-control so he would get better and better. She popped his shrinking shaft out of her mouth, looked up into his eyes, and said, "Thanks for the tasty treat! Do you mind if I lick it all over to make sure I get every last drop?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"No..." She started to lick. "Why would I kid you?"

"Oh man! Too sensitive! Sorry, but can you wait on that?"

She gave him a sexy pout as she stopped. "Why?"

"Seeing your long tongue reaching out like some kind of lizard's, lapping up every last drop ... It's just too arousing to take!"

Suzanne chuckled, but she showed off a touch of pride. "As a matter of fact, I've been told that kind of thing here and there." She briefly stuck her tongue out, showing off its length, but she only gave him a brief glimpse.

He shook his head in wonder. "What did I do to deserve you? Don't you mind that I have no control at all?"

"Sweetie, you have tons of control. At times, I've been with you for twenty minutes or more before you popped. Frankly, I'm impressed. But you've been building up at school for hours so of course you've got a quick trigger right now. You'll do better the second time, I'm sure."

Unfortunately for both of them, he'd had too much stimulation at lunch and was pretty sure he wasn't going to get hard again. He said, "Sorry, Aunt Suzy. I don't think there's gonna be a second time this time. Maybe after my nap?"

She was surprised and disappointed, but she nodded with understanding.

Unfortunately for them both, she had things to do at home, so when he woke from his nap he had to take care of his next climax by himself.

Masturbating by himself was almost strange now. But at least getting erect was no problem, because he had so many exciting things to think about. Agreeing to help with Suzanne's latest scheme to trick Susan into thinking he was depressed was a no-brainer for him, since its ultimate goal was to have Susan sexually gratify him more often. He would have felt bad about lying to his mother, but he didn't have to actually say anything; he just had to look down in the dumps from time to time. His conscience could handle that.

That very evening, he acted secretly pained all throughout dinner, as if the burden of having to cum six times a day weighed him down - a burden that he was trying but not completely succeeding at hiding. It was a good acting job, made easier because his father was at a business dinner, so he could not notice.

Susan definitely took notice, and her heart went out to him in his faked agony.

Otherwise, Katherine and Alan acted like two model children and gave no clue about what had happened between them.

There was no opportunity for Suzanne to have any more secret sexual visits with Alan that evening. Evenings were usually out of the question now that his father was around. In fact, Suzanne and Amy hardly came to the Plummer house at all while Ron was in town, as neither liked him. Besides, it fit Suzanne's "Alan is suffering" scheme if Susan didn't see her stimulating him too often.

But since Ron was at an evening business event, Amy more or less invited herself over to the Plummer house for dinner. She'd been doing that from time to time for years, so it wasn't seen as anything unusual.

After sharing a nice meal together, Amy retired to the living room with Alan and Katherine while Susan did the dishes. Usually, they watched TV or played video games together. "Boy, that was a great meal," Amy said enthusiastically, as she sat on a sofa. "I'm stuffed."

"If you liked it, you should tell that to my mom," Alan pointed out.

Katherine felt naughty. She added, "I'll let you in on another Plummer family secret, since you're practically family. When we Plummer ladies really like a meal, we show that appreciation by opening our shirts all the way in the front. Just like how guys unbutton their belt buckles."

"Gosh! That's neat," Amy said as she opened her shirt and pulled out her tits until her nipples could be seen. "I wish we did that at our house; I just love getting naked."

Katherine gave Alan a secret wink, and he winked back. She also undid her top, but not as far as exposing her nipples as Amy had done, just in case Susan came in. "Mmmm. I agree with Aims. That was good food."

She turned to her brother and asked him, "What about you? Didn't you enjoy the meal?"

"I must say I did." He gleefully unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his fly. But his boner was still underneath his underwear. He was feeling a bit devilish, and just to get both girls going a bit more, he pushed his erection through his open fly so it made an obscenely huge, though covered, bulge.

"Is that all, Big Brother?" Katherine complained. "Didn't you enjoy your meal any more than that?"

"Yeah, Bo," Amy agreed, very quietly so Susan couldn't hear. "Maybe if we get you some dessert, you'll enjoy the meal just a little bit more?" She stared at him.

Alan thought, If I didn't know better, I'd swear that Amy is staring lustily at my crotch! That can't be right, can it? She's too innocent for that. Although this kind of feels like déjà vu: when I did all that Life Drawing modeling for her in those skimpy briefs, there were lots of times when she stared at my crotch with kind of a hungry look, just like she has right now.

Susan walked in at this point, and saw Amy with her nipples exposed.

Alan quickly dropped his T-shirt down over his shorts zipper before his mother could see the bulge there.

Susan complained, "Amy, didn't Tiger and Angel make it clear that we don't dress like that anymore?"

Amy asked with a clueless expression, "But isn't this what people do after a big meal, kinda loosen their clothing? That's what Katherine was just telling me. Oh, and I wanted to say what a great meal you cooked. Thanks a ton!"

Susan rolled her eyes in frustration. "You're welcome, but please button up. And Angel, no more of these little jokes, okay?"

Katherine replied, "But Mom, we're just having fun. Isn't helping Alan out with some visual stimulation the most important thing lately? He's been suffering so much!"

Susan let out a very loud and frustrated sigh. She didn't know what to say, or what was right or needed anymore. She remembered all that Suzanne had said about how rarely Alan was getting aroused lately, and she noticed that he had a nice hard-on. So she just went upstairs without further comment.

After Susan left, Amy went and brought a tray of strawberries sprinkled with dark chocolate from the kitchen for Alan. He ate some of them, but even before he was done he pronounced it delicious by pulling his underwear down below his erect dick, causing it to flop out through the zipper of his shorts.

That seemed to fascinate Amy, who said, "Oh, wow! Kat, look at that!"

Katherine's pride got the best of her, and she just smiled knowingly. "I know. Pretty cool, huh?"

Katherine and Amy got topless again, and the three of them talked about "checking for bumps" and other sexual things.

Generally, Katherine and Alan told Amy more outrageous sexual lies, just to see how much they could get away with.

For instance, Katherine claimed, "When a woman gets bad breath, there's something that works even better than mouthwash. I just put Alan's penis in my mouth and rub it around. It really works! It's not a sexual thing; it's just what works best."

"Gosh," replied Amy, as she stared blatantly at Alan's exposed hard-on. "I wish I had bad breath right now so I could try that out. Oh no! But Mom says I'm not allowed to touch one of those penises, no matter what. Darn it. It sure looks fun."

Alan lightly stroked himself to keep the two women going.

Amy watched closely from just a few feet away as Alan jacked off. The sight of his naked boner seemed totally natural as they all sat around and talked, but it also made both girls very obviously excited.

According to Alan and Katherine, putting Alan's penis in one's mouth, jacking him off, or drinking his cum could cure many ailments and problems, from nervous tension to hiccups to bad grades.

Amy just nodded enthusiastically. She commented, "Boy, how come I never knew any of this stuff before? Everyone has been keeping me in the dark way too much. Penises sound so necessary for good health - I wonder why Mom won't let me touch them? Maybe I should ask her."

"NOOOO!" Katherine and Alan shouted simultaneously. Then they broke up laughing.

Eventually Amy and Katherine retired to the bathroom for another pussy shaving.

Alan went to his room. In part, his penis was so overtaxed that he worried he was going to hurt it or something. But also, his conscience got the best of him. He reminded himself, Letting Aims see my dick is okay, I suppose. But I don't want to go too far and have Aunt Suzy get mad. Not only do I love her, but she's the one making all the sexual fun happen around here lately, and she's got this weird thing about seeing Amy as her cute "Honey Pie," like she's still a little girl. I need to stay on her good side.

Later on, alone in her room, Katherine wrote in her diary,

Dear Diary,

Today was THE BOMB! Ka-boom! A total explosion of sexual awesomeness! Boy oh boy, where to begin?! Best. Day. Ever!

She practically wrote a tome, because she had so much to say. And the retelling of the day's greatest adventures made her so aroused that she ended up writing with one hand and masturbating with the other until she got herself off. Then, even that deserved commentary, emphasizing to her what a great day it had been.

As she neared the end of her writing spree, she grew a bit more contemplative even as she remained giddy.

I wonder what Kim thinks of me. I know she got off on the fact that Alan and I are siblings, but I don't think she really gets it. This is not just a sex thing; it's a LOVE thing! I'm so totally head over heels in love with my brother!!!!!! I wish I could call up Kim or Amy or somebody and talk about how much I love him. And I'd love to tell someone how much better everything is now that I can physically express that love with him instead of trying to hide my "secret shame." It's like the colors are brighter and the sounds are clearer and everything even tastes better. Especially Brother's cum! Yum, yum, yum!!!!

How can I convey all that to Kim? And if I did, would she think THAT is weird or wrong? I hope not. At least I can share these things with you, D. And on the subject of Kim, I could tell Bro was feeling a little nervous around her, like, "Hey, why should we trust HER?" God, if she did spill our secret, I would totally go postal on her for screwing everything up. But I think she knows that there's something special going on, some kind of special love, even if she doesn't know just how deep it is, and that's not something to play around with.

Diary, I CAN'T WAIT until one minute after midnight on Wednesday! Ohmigod! No, one second after! I swear, the second that clock ticks to the new day, I want my Big Bro's even bigger cock all the way in me! Oh God! I want him to pump his baby into me, right then and there!!!!!

Sigh. There I go again. Sorry, Diary, I'm probably boring you for the zillionth time about how I want him to knock me up, so I'll shut up about it ... for now! Tee-hee-hee! But this time it's not just a fantasy, it's for real! He might not actually impregnate me yet, but he could! He's gonna be IN me!!!! Filling me up all the way! Does it get any better than this? Hell no!!!

Sorry, D, once I get going I can't stop, but I'm really stopping now. And it's time to go to sleep anyway. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner it'll be the end of Wednesday. Or, as I like to think of it, Sister Fucking Time!!! The only problem is, I'm sooooo excited that I doubt I'll be able to sleep a wink!

Chapter 11

Later that evening, Susan sat in her room alone and thought about Alan's problem as Suzanne had explained it that morning. She felt like she had to do something to help, but she also worried about going too far.

About an hour after that, she called for Alan, making sure it was at a time when her husband was out of the house. "Tiger? Could you come here for a moment, please?"

Alan heard the call down the hallway and walked in. Since his mother had been dressing in nothing but her old, conservative clothes for the past five days, he was rather surprised to find her on her bed, dressed in a maroon bathrobe that exposed more than a little bit of cleavage.

In fact, right before Alan had walked in, Susan had carefully arranged the robe to show everything right up to the edges of her nipples. She knew it was a violation of her rules, but figured such sights might help ease his suffering a little.

Alan's dick got hard in a heartbeat. The cleavage she was showing off was simply awe-inspiring, especially since he could see nearly all of both her nipples, due to the way her robe was slightly opening even further.

"Tiger, can you sit here for a minute? I have something to discuss."

Alan sat on the bed next to her, and tried his best to hide his suddenly raging erection.

"What is it, Mom? Is there something you'd like to get off your chest?" He belatedly realized that wasn't exactly the best choice of words at the moment. Her dramatically exposed chest made it extremely hard for him to maintain eye contact.

She held his hand, and asked him, "How are things coming along with your ... problem ... now that you don't have anyone to help you?"

Alan absolutely hated to lie to his mother. But with the sight of her huge tits jiggling not far from his face, he was tempted. Luckily, he realized that he could take advantage of his rather poor performance in the afternoon and leave the impression Suzanne would want him to leave without lying overtly. "Gosh, Mom, it's tough sometimes. You know how Amy and Sis were teasing me a little while ago?"

Susan nodded. She lightly stroked his hand.

Even that gesture aroused him greatly, because it seemed to mimic how she'd stroked his hard-on before she'd rediscovered her prudishness again. He had to compose himself before he could reply. "Well, even seeing Amy open up her top didn't do it for me. I went back to my room and ... didn't do anything! I just wrote some e-mails. And Aunt Suzy wanted to help earlier, but I practically embarrassed myself with such a disappointing response. You have no idea how tough it is sometimes."

He added, still mostly honestly, "The longer I do this, the more I realize that six times a day is nearly inhuman, over the long term. I don't know how long I can keep doing things like this. I mean, if I slack off one day and climax 'only' two times, then the next day I'd have to cum TEN times to make up for it. TEN! I really don't even know if cumming so much is humanly possible. It's such a totally weird medical treatment."

"That's what I feared," she said with great concern. "It's very hard for you, isn't it? So very hard." As she spoke, she stared right at his lewd bulge with obvious lusty desire.

Alan gulped. He figured that she didn't consciously realize the double meaning in the way she was talking about things being "very hard" for him. He also doubted she consciously realized the provocative way her fingers were stroking his hand, just like it was a substitute penis. But he certainly realized all that, and more, such as the way her robe was slowly slipping down her shoulders.

She finally managed to resume eye contact with him. "After your father leaves, I promise that we'll reevaluate the situation, okay? Maybe I can help more ... with visual stimulation." Her gaze went back to his straining erection. "Plus, then you'll be able to get Suzanne's help more often. So hold out until then."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try. I hate to say this, but I'm counting the days until he's gone. If it weren't for small kindnesses, like what Amy did after dinner, I wouldn't have made it this far."

She just nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry ... I'm sure it's not easy for a virile, energetic, well endowed young man such as yourself." She licked her lips hungrily as she spoke to his crotch. "That's why I let you all have fun teasing each other and didn't put up a big stink. Too bad Suzanne is so protective of Amy or maybe she could directly help you out too."

He pushed his luck, and said boldly, "That would be nice, but I know who I'd like to help the most of all."

She let go of his hand and turned away, both embarrassed and tickled pink. Oh my goodness! If only! Tiger, if only! There's so much I would do with your big dick, Son. I feel like I was just getting warmed up on Tuesday. Gaawwwd! I'd take your fat knob, cram it in my mouth, and SUCK! Good Lord, I'd suck it so much! So long! So deep! Naked and kneeling, like a big-titted mommy should be!

Her thoughts were making her chest heaving up and down a little bit, and that movement in turn caused her robe to slide off her shoulders. She pulled the fabric back up, but only just enough so the robe hung precariously on her. "I wish I could do more, but ... I get so confused ... There are other things to consider, like, what would Ron think? Okay, that's all I wanted to ask." But she looked like she was lost in deep thought.

Alan got up to go. He tried his best to hide his raging hard-on as he did so, but there wasn't much he could do, because putting his hands over his crotch would only draw more attention to that area. "By the way, Mom, just seeing you in this robe will give me a lot of stimulation help. That should last for the next few days. Thanks."

She looked up at him and smiled a wide smile. Her eyes lingered at the bulge in his crotch some more, and she found herself salivating. She stood up too, and that caused her robe to slide off both shouldered again. She reluctantly pulled it back into place, more or less, while still leaving her nipples uncovered. She met his eyes, and said, "This darn robe. It has such trouble staying closed." She made a pretense at closing it, but ended up leaving it just as open as before, if not more so.

They both smiled at the charade.

She said, "Don't think this changes anything, Tiger, but sometimes my morals have to make compromises to help you out. I'll try to help with the visual stimulation a little bit here and there, if Ron isn't home. I only hope it's worth it, for your health."

She openly gawked at his bulge as she thought, I'm going to help him, that's for sure! I'll strut around in front of him in sexy clothes, or no clothes at all! Then his penis will get so very thick and full of cum! MMMM! And then, then ... he'll squirt it all out! If only Ron wasn't here. If only I wasn't his mother. I'd help him out right now ... with my mouth!

"You're the best, Mom!" He started to turn to leave, but then he gathered his courage and asked, "By the way, speaking about sexual things, how are things going between you and Ron these days on that front?"

"Alan!" she exclaimed indignantly. "I don't think that's the kind of question a son should ask his mother!"

He dropped his head. "Sorry, it's just that..." His voice trailed off.

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You said I shouldn't talk about this kind of stuff, so never mind."

"Yes, but you can't leave me hanging like that." She found herself staring at his bulge again, until she **** herself to look away.

With his head still bowed, he said, "Well, when I think about you and him doing those things together, I kind of ... Well, I kind of lose my inspiration. You know, to do my thing." That was true - such thoughts certainly were an erection killer for him. "I know it's weird, but I thought you should know that's something that is making my treatment more difficult to carry out."

"Oh. Hmmm. That does sound bad ... Well, do the best you can, given the circumstances. You know what I say: there's nothing you can't do, if you put your mind to it." She smiled at him proudly.

He looked up and smiled back. "Thanks. You're the best." But his happiness was ****, because her comment wasn't exactly the reply he was looking for. He'd been hoping she'd promise not to be intimate with Ron until Ron left town again. But he realized he was pushing his luck with that idea, and he might scare her off if he pushed that too explicitly. Besides, he was treading on some weird Freudian territory, and that made him uncomfortable.

He finally turned and left the room, making a beeline to his bedroom where he stripped off his clothes and beat his meat once again.

Susan was upset with herself, because she failed to bring up what she really wanted to talk to him about: tomorrow would be another Tuesday, the day he was supposed to have a penis "abnormality check" again. She didn't know what to do about it, especially since Suzanne insisted that it was something only Susan or Akami could do.

He thinks about me when he masturbates. He did last night. Suzanne says thoughts of my body and especially my breasts arouse him when nothing else can. But it works both ways. Why does the idea of him thinking about me make ME so horny? It's wrong. Wrong! I can't touch him when my husband is here, not even a little bit! I'll just have to be strong and say no. I have **** but to turn to Suzanne in my hour of need. She'll be able to do the check for me, I'm sure.

She slipped her robe off altogether and decided to take a shower. She wasn't really in need of a shower, but it was a good excuse for her to thoroughly "wash" her private parts until she got a big "tingle."