Hey Jealousy: Part 2

Chapter 4

Although Suzanne and Alan had reached the door to his room, she said, "Just a sec, Sweetie. Let me freshen up." As he went ahead into his room, she paused outside his door and continued pondering her situation. She realized that lately she'd been a bit like Susan, in that she'd been so busy just doing that she hadn't been thinking things through properly. She wanted to change that.

Pacing naked up and down the hallway in nothing but her high heels while holding her large breasts from bouncing too much, she thought, Okay, the problem here is how to counter the **** factor. I'm his "Aunt Suzy," but I'm not his real aunt, and in any case 'aunt' status wouldn't come close to competing with the mother and daughter status in terms of desire for forbidden fruit.

In his eyes the three of us women are all about equally attractive and personable, but I have two things that puts me ahead of the others: my scheming wiles, and my greater sexual skill and experience. Okay, and maybe my long tongue, but that's not as big a factor, really. In the short term, I have to wow and overwhelm him with my sexual prowess so in the long term I can reshape our relationship at a fundamental level to something more official and substantial. If he treats me as his wife then I'll have as close a relationship as a sister or his mother. At least from there I should be able to use my wits to stay one step ahead of them, though it won't be easy. Angel in particular is a quick learner.

The problem is, Susan is so into blowjobs that she's overcoming her lack of experience through sheer enthusiasm. I can't get a clear edge there. Ditto with Angel and all her "fuck toy" talk. But when it comes to fucking, I can gain ground while Susan continues to muck around with her indecision and moral qualms. Sweetie needs to fuck me, NOW! It's way overdue.

It's risky with the two of them waiting downstairs, but I have to solidify my position with him TODAY, not tomorrow. Things are too unsettled. There's no telling what one or both of those two might do at any moment. For all I know, he could announce tomorrow that he and Angel are secretly going to go steady. He might even start fucking her at home at any time, if he hasn't done so already.

I've got to fuck him tonight. Now is the time! I'm so very ready. To be honest, I don't know if this makes the most strategic sense or if it's just my pussy doing the thinking, picking the option that gets me fucked the soonest, but frankly I don't care. I need it! I need HIM in me right now!

She pushed open the door and saw the sight she'd hoped for: a ready Alan lying naked on his bed. Locking the door behind her, she practically dove at him, covering him completely with her nude body.

After they'd French kissed for a minute or so, they paused to both sit up. She asked, more as a statement than a question, "We're not just going to be giving you a blowjob today, are we?"

"Uh, no," he replied hesitantly, hoping his newfound "go with the flow" and "the less talking the safer you are" tactics would pay off once again.

"Do you remember what I promised you the last time we were together alone, on Sunday night?"

"How could I forget? You promised that I could get to know your pussy a little bit. Finally!"

She chuckled with pure glee. "A little bit? I want you to get VERY well acquainted with it. Tonight."

She lay back on the bed right below where he was sitting up. She spread her legs very wide, giving him a great view of her pussy.

His dick was already hard, mere inches away from that tempting target.

She pulled her pussy lips open.

He noticed just how thick and symmetrical those lips were. She had a luxuriantly thick dark brown bush. It seemed to him that when it came to Suzanne and sex, she always had more assets than most women. He even commented, "You know, your body is built for sex. And I really do mean that."

"Why thank you ... I guess."

He bent forward to closely examine her nether lips and the gap that she was exposing between them.

She said, "Suzanne's pussy, meet Alan Plummer. Alan, say hello to Suzanne's pussy, your new best friend and, I hope, your home away from home!"

He bent closer, marveling at the delicate light pink of her pussy lips and inner membranes that he could see now that she was wide open. He figured her light color down there went with her ivory white skin.

Giggling gaily like Katherine often did, she asked, "Sweetie, don't be rude. If you meet someone new, don't you give them a handshake?"

He got the idea, so put three fingers into her slit. He was tempted to put in four to make it more like a hand reaching for a handshake, but that seemed like just too many fingers. He spoke into her crotch, "How do you do, Aunt Suzy's pussy? Do you come here often? What's your sign?"

Both of them laughed. Then she responded, "I do cum here often. I love this room - the cum room. I just love walking in here and filling my nostrils with the smell of your sweet cum. Mmmm. Good memories, and great expectations."

She was eager to fuck, but since his fingers were already there she wanted him to get her off manually first. So, suddenly all action, she said, "Sweetie, I know you know all about the G-spot. Katherine is a bit secretive about what you do and who you do, but she told me that much at least. Can you find mine?"

He had no trouble finding Suzanne's G-spot. Like everything else she had, including her clit, it was bigger and somehow more exceptional than others' he'd experienced. And unlike when he tried to figure out the mysteries of the G-spot with Katherine, Suzanne knew exactly what she wanted. She wasted no time in teaching him how she wanted him to stimulate it, after which he went to town doing exactly what she wanted.

But just as she was about to cum, she had him stop completely, which surprised him.

She pointed out, "Sweetie, I'm just doing the little trick that you're becoming so famous for. Go right up to the edge, then stop and get a second wind, like you always do with your strategic pauses. You should learn that's good for a woman too. It's not just how many times a woman cums, but the intensity of the cumming. After a few of these pauses I'll have the mother of all orgasms; just you wait and see."

So he worked on her G-spot some more, even as he fiddled with her clit and she jacked him off. She urged him to go faster and faster, which he did.

She was concerned that they wouldn't have much time, since Katherine and Susan were waiting downstairs, undoubtedly fidgeting more and more, and she desperately wanted to get to the fucking. She was especially concerned about Susan, knowing that this interlude was imposing on her best friend's Tuesday "tradition."

She built up toward that big climax, but before she got there she had him pause again and remove his hand completely. She decided to hold off, so that she would have her massive orgasm when they fucked.

She thought, I've got to build this up, just like Sweetie always does, so this will be the greatest fuck of my life. No ordinary "bam bam, thank you ma'am" fuck; with my Sweetie I've got to make it the most pleasurable fuck ever. I have to keep building and building with more foreplay.

But no sooner did she think this than she ruined her own plan. Her pussy was simply too needy. She sat on her heels on his bed and said, "In a better world I'd tease this out and make a big production of it, but I can't stand it another second. It's time for you to fuck me NOW! Hard! Give it all you've got. Do you have any problem with that?"

Alan's cock was visibly twitching, ready to go, so Suzanne was surprised that his face showed more concern that excitement. She was even more surprised when he said, rather loudly, "That's a good one. Funny joke. What should we really do?"

She was beside herself with disbelief.

But before she could demand an explanation, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Just a second. I'd LOVE to do that! I can't even begin to tell you just how much I've dreamed about it. But we can't in this house. No way, no how. What do you think the odds are that my mom is pressing her ear to the door at this very moment? I'd say very high. Almost certain, in fact."

Suzanne frowned, suddenly feeling very worried about what she'd already said.

He continued quietly, "Come on, Aunt Suzy! We have to be careful. Strategic. Or she'll blow her lid. Especially after catching Sis on Saturday. Who knows what she'd do? We could lose all kinds of progress with her, and she'd probably slap a big punishment on you."

Suzanne was so raring to fuck that she'd forgotten all about the possibility of people listening through the door, even though she'd done it herself on several recent occasions. She'd thought that locking the door was good enough, but she recalled that holding an ear directly to the door was pretty effective, especially if one used a glass to improve sound conduction.

She still couldn't believe that they couldn't fuck right then. Hoping that she could prove that they were alone and then get on with their fucking, she said, loudly, "Let me think about that. All the delightful possibilities." Then she crept across the room to the door.

Suzanne put her ear on the door. Even though the room was fairly soundproof, an ear on the door did wonders from this side too, and as she listened carefully she was just able to make out the sound of heavy panting on the other side. She also saw that there was no light coming through the keyhole, implying that something like Susan's body was blocking it.

She stepped back and curled her hands into fists. She was so angry that she wanted to punch someone or something. She yelled, in her own mind, God fucking damn you, Susan! Fucking getting off listening to us in here! You had a full hour alone with him in this room just a short while ago. Give me some fucking privacy and some fucking time so I can finally fuck this wonderful boy in peace, the way he needs to be fucked! Not to mention MY need! I'm dying, waiting to do it! So is he! Go the hell away and let us do it already!

She paced back and forth, for once heedless of just how sexy her naked body looked while she was doing that. She was having a hard time not thinking very unkind and hurtful things about her best friend.

Alan had been hopeful that in fact they were alone and that his precautions were unnecessary, but by looking at Suzanne fuming he knew that she'd detected someone on the other side of the door. He thought, Look how pissed off she is! That means she's really serious about wanting to fuck, right now! Oh, man! This is killing me!

Suzanne momentarily considered just jumping on Alan and having her way with him, but she realized that would be damaging to her long term plans. Besides, there was no way to have a great first fuck in silence, with a rapt listener at the door and worrying what the fallout would be.

She shook her fist at the door. FUCK! That's it. The first chance I have with my Sweetie, he and I are going to rent a hotel room and fuck like insane bunnies on speed! Put that in the bank! I'm going to craft a cover story that'll give us hours and hours of prime fucking. The cover isn't so much the problem as the time. Between his school, his afternoon naps, breakfast and dinner, his tennis tournament, the S-Club, and God knows what else ... Oh, there's a stupid fucking card game with Brenda tomorrow night too, so tomorrow is out. Damn! ... Oh no! God no! Even worse! He's got that fucking Boy Scout hiking trip this weekend too. FUUUUUCCCKK!

She shook her fist again, then thought, Compose yourself, Suzanne. You're losing it. Losing your edge. Don't lose your reason and your ability to scheme. It's the only thing that keeps you ahead of this pack. Relax. Breathe. Think. Just take a deep breath and think.

She breathed slowly several times, then thought, I'm in a quandary. My time with Sweetie right now is very limited. I'm going to enjoy this time with him, and then figure out when we can fuck later. Thursday, maybe. Gotta do it by Friday, before he leaves that evening for his scouting trip. Definitely before then. Damn.

Making sure to walk back to his bed before talking, she said, "Jacking you off is so much fun, but my hands are getting tired. Let's try something else." She said that to cover for the time she'd spent across the room, knowing now that Susan was probably able to hear everything that was said louder than a whisper.

Chapter 5

Suzanne kicked off her heels and hopped back on the bed. In fact she did go back to jacking him off, but her face still wore a heavy frown.

Alan was much more composed. He was actually amused at the extent of her frustration, and so wore a stupid smile. It was amusing for him because, for once, the tables were turned and she felt intensely frustrated, the way he'd grown used to feeling nearly every day. Weeks of such constant frustration had given him some immunity to situations like this. Experiencing the excruciatingly frustrating inability to fuck the women he loved most, except for his occasional opportunities with Katherine, was now such a commonplace thing for him that, once the initial anger at being stymied once again wore off, he could deal with it.

He knew that Susan had looked far too antsy when they'd left her, so he'd assumed that she would snoop on them. He was surprised that Suzanne, who was normally extremely astute and observant, hadn't picked up on that as well.

He didn't realize that, in this case, Suzanne's senses and skills were dulled by her overwhelming need to fuck, which was getting more urgent every day. First there had been her "Elle" experience, and then her few precious seconds of fucking in the ocean on Sunday. Together they had brought her so close that she could taste it. Alan at least had other women to fuck, including his fantastic sister, which made the constant torment of being unable to fuck Suzanne and his mother and his teacher Glory somewhat bearable. But Suzanne had no other male sex partners but Alan. (She didn't even consider having sex with her husband, as they hadn't even shared a romantic kiss in years.) So, as her desire kept increasing, her actions were also becoming increasingly rash.

Back on the bed, with Alan's thick, wet erection sliding through her hands and giving her some consolation, she pondered what they could do to take the edge off her raging need. She went over the possibilities. Let's see. More blowjobs? Nah. Titfuck? Nah. Anal sex? ... Ah, that's a good one. But he's so resistant to that. Now's not the time to talk him into it, with Susan listening in and time running out. Besides, if I had time to get him into that hole, I'd have time to get him into the other one.

Cunnilingus? YES! That's what will do the trick. I've got this massive orgasm still welling up in me despite Susan's rude interruption, and he can release it with his tongue. Yes! Maybe that'll allow me to endure another day.

Alan leaned forward and whispered, "I'm really sorry, Aunt Suzy, I want to fuck you so terribly badly, but when it comes to doing stuff in the house, I have-"

She cut him off, whispering back, "Never mind. Let's talk about it later. Just shut up and lick me. Go down on me. Please! I beg you! I need release so bad. Right now!"

Sitting on her heels, she arched backwards until her head hit the bed. She was presenting her pussy to him as if on a platter. She joked, "Remember what I said about the cookies?"

He replied, "'Hot and fresh and served on a platter.' Just the way I like to see them."

He licked his lips and eagerly moved into position to accept her offering. He'd done this a couple of times and was getting to like it a little more each time.

He thought, I'm going to fuck Aunt Suzy soon. If she wants it, she makes it happen. But in the meantime, I've got to make do. I think going down is going to be a lot of fun, if I'm doing it with her. Knowing her, she's got some secret sex tricks that'll make it twice as orgasmic for both of us as doing it with anyone else.

As he moved his head between her legs, she spoke from her bent-back position in a voice low enough that she hoped Susan couldn't overhear. "Let's be really quiet so your mom doesn't know what we're doing. That'll drive her crazy."

He nodded, then placed his head right above her pussy. "Aunt Suzy, you're so very, very wet. I don't think I've ever seen you quite so wet, and that's saying something."

"Who always makes me that way? My cute, lovable Sweetie! For the love of God, please stop talking and do me already!"

He dove in with his tongue. She was radiating such an aching need that he felt he had to do his very best to give her the satisfaction she craved and deserved.

In fact his task was easy, because she was so worked up already. After only a minute or two after his tongue found its way into her inner lips and his fingers found her clit, she threw her upper body forward and, while still sitting on her heels, grabbed any parts of him she could reach and held on as if her life depended on it. Then she let out a piercing scream as the climax that had been building for the past half hour finally found its **** release.

Her fingernails tore into his back as she continued to scream and cum.

He found his face drenched with her juices. Her fluids came out with such **** that he wondered if she would have squirted them out like a man, if his tongue and face hadn't been in the way.

She collapsed as if dead, lying sprawled out on his bed.

He was in better shape though, and in fact he hadn't yet come close to cumming.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he hopped up and went to his door to see if he could hear the sounds of his mother panting. To his surprise, just as he put his ear to the door, he heard her talking. Her voice grew louder and he realized she was walking down the hallway towards his door.

He couldn't clearly hear her question, but he heard Katherine answer. "I don't know what happened. It sounds like Aunt Suzy just had a major, royal, first-rate climax. But I have no idea what they're doing. They said a few strange things. She said something a few minutes ago about wanting to be truly fucked, but Brother laughed it off as a joke. Then she asked him to quote 'do her' unquote. Then it was been pretty silent until her scream."

It occurred to him, Aunt Suzy screamed so loud that Mom must have heard it from downstairs and come to investigate. So it wasn't Mom listening, but Sis? Fuck. Too bad we didn't know, but the effect is still the same: no fucking tonight. Besides, there probably wasn't time anyway since Mom came upstairs so quickly.

He heard Susan say, "Fucked, eh? We'll see about that." Then he heard a colossally loud sound right by his head and realized that his mother was starting to pound on the door. He quickly pulled his ear away and backed off towards the bed.

Susan said through the door, "Suzanne? Are you okay in there? I just heard a scream. What's going on?" She pounded on the door some more.

Suzanne roused herself on the bed, answering loudly, "I'm fine. Never been better! Sweetie's taking great care of me."

Susan kept pounding on the door and repeatedly trying to turn the doorknob, even though it was locked. "Can you open the door? I want to make sure everything is okay. Please open the door."

By this time Alan was back near Suzanne's side, so she pulled him close and whispered the obvious. "She thinks we might be fucking and is trying to break it up. If only she were right. God DAMN."

Susan continued to knock. "Tiger? Can you open up? Please? Tiger?"

Alan went and opened the door. Susan and Katherine stood there, both dressed for once, both looking very concerned. As their gazes settled on his face, their eyes went wide, and he wondered if he'd done something wrong.

Susan pointed at his face and asked in wonder, "Is that cum? Suzanne's cum?"

He put a hand to his face, rather sheepishly realizing that it was dripping with Suzanne's juices. For once the shoe was on the other foot; he was on the receiving end of a facial, a very wet facial. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. Aunt Suzy was just teaching me how to better go down on a woman."

Susan said in shock, as well as relief, "So you didn't ... That means you and she didn't..."

"No, of course we didn't, Mom," he replied, as if the very idea was silly. He protested a bit disingenuously, "Don't you know that I always obey your rules, your boundaries? Whatever gave you that idea that we would do something like that?"

Susan glared briefly at Katherine, who by that time was looking very sheepish. But the lusty mother was much more relieved than upset about be wrong. "Sorry. It's just that her scream was so loud. I trust you..." Yet it was obvious to everyone that she didn't trust him enough to not check.

Katherine said happily, "Yep! That was one loooouud scream. Bro, I'll bet you're just as good at cunnilingus as you are at everything else." She nudged Susan's shoulder. "Imagine that, Mom. Can you imagine your son feasting between your thighs, lapping his talented tongue up and down your very most naughty parts?"

Susan blushed and turned away. "Angel, please don't talk like that. That's terribly improper. Those ARE very naughty parts, and with good reason! If Tiger did that to me, how would that help him reach his daily target? Answer me that!"

Katherine appeared to think for a moment before replying, "Okay, true. But what if you two were to get in a sixty-nine? You know, where your mouth gets to make love to his cock while his tongue gets to make love to your 'naughty place.' I mean this incredible, powerful cock!" She reached down and briefly held his flaccid penis to better tempt Susan, even though it wasn't looking very "powerful" at that moment. "Can you just imagine what kind of insanely pleasurable joy that would be?!"

Suzanne spoke up, while stretching out in a sexy manner with a completely satisfied and satiated look on her face. "Susan, you don't have to imagine. Did you hear me screaming? That was the scream of a-"

Susan interrupted. "Okay, I get the point. Enough about that!" She looked back and forth between Suzanne and Alan. "Can't anyone put some clothes on, for once? Since you two look done, why don't you come downstairs and we can all do something non-sexual for a change? Amy just arrived."

Suzanne sat up in bed with a start. "Amy?" Her voice was so filled with amazement at the name that it was as if she had only just realized that she had a daughter. In fact, she had been rather out of it after her big climax, so that was almost how she felt.

It occurred to her that when she'd set new nakedness rules earlier in the evening, she'd completely failed to consider Amy. She ruefully realized that Amy was unlikely to wear anything at the Plummer house anymore, given the way she loved nakedness anyway. Thinking about her daughter made her remember that she herself was a married woman with children, at which point the "real world" came flooding back.

Suzanne had hoped to get much more of Alan's tongue on her hot box as soon as she'd recovered, but when she surveyed the scene she realized that wasn't going to happen, at least not that night. Alan's penis had gone flaccid again, probably from all the screaming and commotion, and the other two were looking at her expectantly and impatiently.

Suzanne had come into the room buck naked so she walked out of it the same way. As she passed Alan, who was standing near the other two by the door, she carefully grabbed him by his balls and whispered, "I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. You're right. No privacy in this house, and too many interruptions. But I'm sure your mother will take care of this problem soon enough" - she squeezed his balls a bit tighter - "if she doesn't give me another chance first."

She walked off to the bathroom so she could slip into a bathrobe before greeting her daughter downstairs.

She thought, I just realized something that should have dawned on me before. My Sweetie has developed a nearly inhuman ability to delay gratification. That's the key to understanding everything: his respectfulness and that he just doesn't up and **** us all. He knows that he can just out-wait everyone.

I figured I could train him to be a better lover, but he's really surpassed all expectations with his little strategic pauses that allow him to barely fend off orgasm. By delaying so well, and so long, he ends up getting and giving far greater pleasure in the end. Things around here would be quite different if he gave into his urges with less delay. Everything has been so intense that he's slowly turning us all into his nymphomaniac servants, keeping us all on edge as our anticipation and desire just grows and grows. He probably doesn't even realize what he's doing or how rare that sexual skill is.

Look at me. Even I feel somewhat affected. Truth be told, I'm a complete wreck from the anticipation, but somehow he deals with it okay. He just keeps going and going like some kind of sex-mad Energizer bunny. If I don't watch out, he's going to end up in charge of everything and everyone! But I won't let that happen. My plan to be the queen bee of this bunch is still on track; I just need to make some adjustments.

Alan went back into his room to put on some clothes. He just shook his head in wonder at all the strange things that were happening to him on an almost hourly basis.

Chapter 6

Alan walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Despite not having had a climax with Suzanne, he'd nonetheless shared a very emotionally exhausting experience, so he was looking forward to doing something mellow like watching TV. It seemed his plans to watch the rest of the Chargers game were doomed for the night. He'd been taping some episodes of the British sci-fi comedy 'Red Dwarf', and everyone had gotten into the show's wacky humor. He anticipated sitting down to watch a couple of episodes of that, expecting to be joined by the others. As it was already about 9:30 p.m., he figured when they were done with that the others would leave and his mother would give him a very intense "goodnight kiss" and blowjob.

But he was mistaken. Suzanne might have been deeply satisfied after her "mother of all climaxes," but Katherine and Susan were still sexually all worked up and raring to go.

As Susan had noted, Amy was there too. She gave Alan an endearingly cute little wave hello, which he returned with a smile. She wasn't particularly chomping at the bit at that moment, but she always seemed up for whatever the others wanted to do.

They all moved into the living room where Alan attempted to explain his "Red Dwarf" viewing plan.

Katherine spoke up. "That sounds fine, but before we watch that, now that you're here, I think it's time for us to welcome Amy into our home, since we haven't done that yet, what with the racket you were making upstairs and all."

Alan was confused about what this welcoming might entail, since Amy was like family already, but Katherine stood up and demonstrated her meaning. To everyone's surprise, including Amy's, she embraced Amy and then gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

The kiss went on and on, with lots of tongue. When it was over, Katherine explained to Amy, "We have a new greeting custom around here. My mom has finally caught on to the California custom of women kissing each other on the lips. So now we're all doing it. Do you want to join us?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Katherine had presumed Amy's agreement, which is why Amy wasn't asked until after the kiss was over.

Then Katherine said to her mother, "Since I've greeted Amy, now it's your turn."

Susan sat silently. She was tense from a couple of hours of not being able to jack off or suck off her son. In fact, she'd been spacing out while imagining what it would be like to take part in a sixty-nine with Alan, thanks to Katherine's description of the act upstairs. She'd been so deep into that fantasy that she'd almost overlooked the kiss between Katherine and Amy.

But even as she fantasized about more cocksucking, kissing Amy was an entirely different matter. She told herself, I have to keep my eyes on the prize. Today is Tuesday, and all I want is to get back to my favorite position, with my head bobbing between my son's thighs. Anything else is an unnecessary distraction, and unseemly. So she said in a distracted voice, "No thanks. You go ahead."

Her daughter goaded her, "Come on, Mom; aren't you going to greet Amy already?"

Susan obviously had no plans to move from her seat. "Really, I shouldn't. She's just a young girl. She's so innocent. It's terribly improper!" She truly thought that kissing Amy would be going too far, though she didn't have as strong an objection to doing such things with Amy as Amy's mother Suzanne had.

"Awww, come on," prodded Katherine. "Chiiiickeeen! Bauwk, bauwk, bauwk! Chicken!" She clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken.

Suzanne was noticeably silent, resigning herself to the situation. She was only paying half attention, because she was still focused on her failure to get fucked, and her greater failure to control her desires in general. Her top priority at that moment was figuring out a time when she could be alone with Alan without being disturbed, but she doubted that could happen any time that night, since it was a Tuesday and Katherine, Susan, and now Amy were all around.

Alan smiled at his sister's "chicken" antics, but thought it would be diplomatic to stay clear of participating in the clucking. He did add though, "Come on, Mom. If you don't, you'll hurt Amy's feelings. She's always feeling left out. She's growing up now and should be treated like the rest of us, like an adult and not a baby. It's okay."

That persuaded Susan to go ahead with the kiss, though she remained very ****. She stood and said, "Very well."

The others, even Suzanne, watched closely as Amy and Susan drew their bodies into each other. Susan didn't want to get too erotic, but her tongue seemingly had a mind of its own as it played with Amy's tongue deep inside her mouth.

Susan disengaged after only half a minute, even though it was obvious that Amy wanted the kiss to go on for much longer.

Amy managed to keep licking and making small kisses all over Susan's face for another minute or so before Susan pulled away completely.

Susan didn't exactly mind the extra attention, and she even found herself moaning in delight. She thought, I really need to get a hold of myself. I get so hot thinking about my tasty, spermy son that I'm doing all these crazy things with other women! People who didn't know any better might look in and think I'm some kind of lesbian, when nothing could be further from the truth! I need to be on my knees, serving my son's wonderful cock!

Susan found it hard to think as Amy kept on kissing and licking her. Mmmm ... But I do have to admit Amy tastes pretty good ... Uh, what I mean to say ... I don't exactly mind the ... uh ... The way that she's uh...

Suzanne was conflicted as she watched the kiss. I guess it's good and natural that they kiss. After all, I want an open-ended orgy in this house, and I don't have a problem, in theory, with Amy being with anyone else here, except me of course. I keep saying I need to be a cool mom when it comes to my Honey Pie and her blossoming sexuality.

But to see this in reality ... She's my little baby! My sweet Honey Pie! ... I have to accept that she's become a woman, and has womanly needs. Given that she has my genes, she probably has really great sexual needs. I suppose if I had to choose I couldn't think of a better guy for her than Sweetie, but he's supposed to be mainly MY guy now. I can't out-and-out say that though, since he doesn't know yet that I'm going to be his top woman.

Susan said to everyone as she flopped back on the sofa, "There! You happy? Now we can watch some TV."

"I am," said Katherine.

"Me too!" said a very bubbly Amy.

"But there's one thing we're still missing," Katherine added.

"What's that?" asked Suzanne curiously, even though she suspected a trap. Usually she thought of every angle but she knew this wasn't her best day for thinking. Is she going to ask Alan and Amy to kiss? ... Oh no. Is she going to ask ME to kiss my own daughter? No way. Ain't gonna happen. Even in an orgy tangle of bodies I'm not gonna so much as touch her. She's my real flesh and blood!

But Katherine had anticipated Suzanne's **** to kiss Amy and was thinking of something else. "Alan has an attention-getting sign for each of us now, except for Amy."

Amy looked clueless. "A sign?"

Katherine explained, "Yes. You see, we kind of have a new tradition around here. Since Alan is the man of the house now, we all have special ways for him to get our attention. That's very important for him, that he can get our attention when he needs it." She quickly detailed what everyone's signals were.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "Oooh! Oooh! I definitely want my own signal too!"

"What'll it be, Big Brother?" asked Katherine. "You've already picked some good spots. But you don't want to repeat yourself." She pulled up her shorts, spread her legs and rubbed her bald pussy, to remind him of his signal with her. It was the first "indecent" exposure since Amy had arrived, but Amy didn't even blink an eye.

"Hmmm. That's true," he realized. "What if I kiss Amy on the lips, since everyone else here has? But since that's a bit tame compared with the other greetings, at the same time I can run my hands all over her body while the kiss lasts."

Suzanne in particular wasn't too happy about that, even though his idea was rather tame in comparison to other possibilities, but before she or anyone else could voice a dissent, Alan leaned in and physically demonstrated his idea.

He and Amy locked their lips and kissed intently and ravenously.

Amy was beside herself with joy at getting unexpectedly kissed by three of her favorite people, one after another.

As the necking went on, Alan stuck one hand under the band of Amy's shorts so he could rub her butt, while his other hand reached inside her shirt and groped at her boobs. Naturally, there was no underwear in the way for him to get past. As he cupped her heavy globes from below, he thought, I love how these are nice and big. Soft and squeezy! Very nice. I think she's a keeper!

Relying on Amy to keep himself from falling, he even shoved his knee between her legs and repeatedly pushed and ground one of his thighs up into her crotch.

As their kiss went on, he pulled her shorts down to her thighs, completely exposing her ass. The hand on her butt soon migrated around to her shaved pussy. He was aggressively fingering it by the time they ran out of breath, forcing their kiss to come to an end.

Alan looked around. He wondered if he'd gone too far. Amy had been standing there fully clothed one minute, and by the end of the kiss she was virtually naked and all but being fucked standing up. Her top was wide open and her shorts had slid down to her feet.

Katherine looked jealous while Suzanne was in denial.

"I don't know..." said Susan doubtfully. "That's like you're getting a three-in-one deal, or maybe even four-in-one, because of the kiss." She tried to be a responsible parent and put some brakes on his behavior, but she was all hot and wet from watching such a passionate kiss and grope.

Upset that she was wearing fairly unrevealing clothes, Susan pulled her shirt up to her shoulders to fully expose her huge rack. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits out, letting them sway forward enticingly. She thought to herself, Tiger, look over here. Not at Amy. Look at Mommy's tits. Don't you love them? Mommy's tits are bigger. They belong to you now!

She started pinching her sensitive nipples, not caring who else might look at her. She lost focus on the situation at hand as her mind drifted back to when he had earlier been sucking on her nipples. This is how my tits should always be: buck naked with my nipples erect and ready for fondling. By my son. Only by my son. Titfuck them, Tiger! Then suck all the milk gushing out of my nipples. Oh yes! Do it to me, my sweet baby! Milk Mommy's tits. They're so bursting with milk that they hurt.

She started singing "The Alan Song" in her head. ("I am Alan's whore / I'm going to suck him, more, more, more...")

A slightly more level-headed Suzanne said, "I agree with Susan. That goes too far." Suzanne still felt very protective when it came to Amy and sex.

She looked over at Susan and rolled her eyes, because Susan appeared to be zoned out, staring off into space. It looks like I won't be getting any more support from that direction. Sheesh. She's really crossed some kind of mental line today. I can't wait to find out what happened earlier in the afternoon and evening that made her like this.

Alan spoke up. "Well, I have an idea. But first, Amy, I have something important to ask you, so could you take the rest of your clothes off?"

"M'kay!" she said enthusiastically. She still had her shorts hanging around her feet and a loose shirt open down the front, but she took care of that in seconds. She didn't question the logic of why she had to be naked to hear and respond to something important.

Suzanne started to say, "Hey, wait a minute. What does that have to do-"

But Alan interrupted. "As I was going to say, would such a kiss be going too far if Amy was my official girlfriend?"