Lets Work Together: Part 3

Chapter 7

Suzanne didn't go over to the Plummer house immediately after Susan returned from driving Alan and Katherine to school, as she so often did.

She was still puzzling out what to do about the events of the night before that involved Amy. She sat back in a chair in her home office and thought, My grand scheme is still progressing, but it's slipping out of my control. How to get it back on track?

There is one idea. It would be a bit of a nuclear bomb. I don't know if I have the duplicity to use it. The problem? Susan and Angel have the **** taboo going for them, making sex between Sweetie and them that much hotter, which could make them possibly more important to him than I am.

The solution? I have to become family too. True, I'm family in all but name, but that official labeling can make a huge mental difference. Neither Susan nor her kids have the slightest clue about his genetic parents, except for some kind of vague guess that he comes from a Mediterranean ethnic background, and that's only due to his naturally dark skin and general appearance. If they only knew the truth!

I can't tell them the truth because I'm bound by that vow, and besides it wouldn't help me here. But I could drop a bombshell and claim that I am his real birth mother. Wow. Suddenly, I'd be more of his mother than Susan is.

Sweetie was born about the same time Brad was, right before I met Susan. What if I said that I actually had twins, but Eric and I only wanted one so I put the second twin up for adoption? Of course I would have wanted him close by and treated him like my own son, so I made a secret arrangement with the adoption agency to put him into Susan's hands. Okay, there would be some holes in that story, but the whole Plummer family is so nice and trusts me so much that they'd certainly fall for it. Right?

The only problem is that it would be a complete lie. Well, an exaggeration at least. I did make a secret arrangement for their adoptions, so in a way I do feel like their mother. But it's so dastardly. Not to mention, the truth about who their real parents are is shocking enough, and I don't think any of them would appreciate my lie if they ever found out. Am I so **** and conniving to actually use that story?

No. The answer is NO! The problem is, it's not a harmless lie, like most of the lies that I use in my schemes. It would hurt Susan very much. She has just about convinced herself that her adopted children are really her own flesh and blood. It would be devastating for her. I would be so torn apart by guilt that I would be unable to enjoy my victory. I can't do it.

I have to find another way to be number one in his heart and in his shorts. But how? I could find a lot of cruel ways to push Angel or Susan down and thus rise above them, but they're just about my favorite people in the whole world. I couldn't hurt them that much.

No, I have to make Sweetie love me more without him loving them any less. It's great if we all love each other more and more; it's just that I have to be number one in his heart. I have to! I know it's an immature feeling, but that's love for you. I want to possess him. Being his favorite would mean more to me than anything has in my life before. But how? How? HOW?! I'm already doing everything I can! How much more sultry and loving can I be? Jesus Christ, people say my body is unreal and my sex appeal is off the charts, but I've got some serious competition here. It's so damn frustrating!

She put a hand on her chin as she tried a different approach. The other way to become family is to become his wife. That's been my secret fantasy for over a year now. To be his wife: Mrs. Alan Plummer. Mmmm. Sounds nice! She smiled wistfully.

But it's so pie in the sky. I rarely allow myself to think about it. He wasn't even considering me when he chose an official girlfriend yesterday. That really hurt, but it's no wonder since I'm twice his age. And of course there's the very unpleasant fact that I'm already married. I could change that with a quick divorce, but then I wouldn't still be living next door. Also, that would cause trauma to Amy and Brad just as they're finishing high school. I might even have to get a job ... Lots of problems. But it's a moot point, because Sweetie would never consider marrying me in the first place.

Furthermore, SHOULD he even marry me? I should think about what's best for him and not just what works for me and what my pussy wants. Why saddle him with an old broad when he's just starting out in life?

Oh no! What if he actually marries AMY?! He doesn't love her as much as he does his sister or mother, but that could change with time. I hadn't even thought about that possibility last night when I was dumbly agreeing to the "official girlfriend" idea. I'm just not sharp lately. Too much time fantasizing about getting fucked and not enough time strategizing. I want to be related to him, but not as his mother-in-law!

Woe is me! I never thought I would use that phrase in all seriousness, but that's how I feel. Woe is me. Think of something, Suzanne! You always think of something and get out of every pickle, so think of something and get out of this one!

Suzanne brooded for over an hour, but she still could see no solution to her problems. She decided to go over to Susan's house and do their usual morning exercising and retelling of the previous day's events. Between their new kissing and nude sunbathing habits, not to mention just how arousing the previous day had been, she knew she'd be in for an exciting time. She figured that after a couple hours of such fun she'd be able to be alone and focus on her problem some more.

The hour plus that Suzanne spent alone in deep thought gave Susan a rare opportunity to also be alone and think for herself.

In the past week or two, Suzanne had kept a close eye on Susan and made doubly sure that her best friend stayed in at least some kind of erotic mood nearly every single hour of the day. Suzanne took care of most of Susan's mundane chores like shopping so Susan would hardly ever have to leave the house. When Susan did leave it for long periods of time, that usually led to a big setback in her subversion, so Suzanne always tried to prevent that.

But now Susan had a long chance to think, and the more she thought, the unhappier she became. While she cleaned up everyone's cum from the kitchen floor, and then still more from near the love seat, she had a dramatic change of heart. I remember when my kids were small. Some food would always fall to the floor and I'd have to clean it up. Now, instead of peas and spilled juice, it's crusted cum hosed all over my face and the floor by my precious little boy. Not that I don't appreciate his big spermy loads, but things are getting out of hand. He's starting to play with my pussy, and we all know where that leads! True ****!

The reality of how things had changed hit her like a ton of bricks, and it frightened her a lot.

Chapter 8

Suzanne walked in the door of the Plummer house thrilled to see another day. As she took off her shirt and put it in the underwear cabinet, she thought, We're going to have LOTS of fun even before Sweetie gets home. What'll I do with Susan first? Just how far will we go in lesbian loving this time? One big fat kiss on the lips, coming up!

But then she walked further into the house and saw Susan. Her best friend looked like she was in mourning, fully clothed in black. On closer inspection, it was more like how a high-priced call girl might dress for a funeral - the shiny, black number was cut to show a deep valley of cleavage.

Suzanne thought with amusement that this was now Susan's outer limit of the least arousing outfit she'd wear; it was ridiculously conservative by her new standards, but she never would have been caught dead in it in her old life.

As Suzanne drew near, Susan flinched a bit, then requested, "Please don't kiss me. Please. Today's not a good day."

"What's the problem?" Suzanne asked. She privately thought, Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. Another prudish episode. Another bump in the road.

Passionate words poured out of Susan. "I don't know why all of a sudden I'm filled with doubt and regret about how things are going with Tiger. Actually, I do know why: I feel things are spiraling out of control. I mean, this all started out because of his medical condition, and I just wanted to help him out. But I'm too weak! I've let it all go too far, and not just with him, but with you, and Angel, and Amy too. This has gone way beyond his medical problem and having to keep his cum-filled balls properly drained. I've been in such a sexual fog that I can barely even remember what his medical problem was in the first place. I don't need any excuse anymore; now I love cocksucking so much that I can never get enough! And more! I want to do so much more with him! I have to stop this while I still have some willpower left."

She sighed. "You know what happened last night. I was so docile, just letting Tiger do anything to anybody, including me. The way he **** me to do that striptease, and then suck him off together with Amy ... It was humiliating!"

Suzanne cut in. "Oh come on. He didn't **** you. You loved it, and you know it."

Susan paused in thought, then conceded the point. "I know. But that's the problem: I love it too much! You should have seen how I acted this morning. I woke up thinking that I would act more responsibly, but that lasted all of about five seconds. As soon as he walked into the kitchen and put his hands on my bare butt, I was a goner. Within minutes I was all but begging to get fucked. Somehow, he talked Angel and me into sucking him off at the same time, if you can believe that!"

Suzanne tried to look scandalized, but she thought, YES! Brilliant!

Susan continued despondently, "It was like an orgy instead of a breakfast. I mean, really! The entire morning seemed to be about nothing but pleasuring his penis. I acted like the most shameful, wanton hussy! And you wouldn't believe some of the things I said. Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't just up and fuck me, because I put up no resistance whatsoever. Before too long, everybody here is going to end up having sex with everybody else!"

Suzanne thought to herself, And an orgy would be considered a bad thing?! That's my whole plan!

Suzanne stood there, topless, at a total mental loss. She had been in the process of changing, as she always did nowadays immediately after entering the Plummer house. Now her nakedness was quite awkward. She was still coming to grips with the conclusion that she wouldn't get to play with Susan's body that day. She had trouble relating to Susan's new mood so she tried to buy some time. "And you have a problem with that?"

Susan answered, "Of course I have a problem with that! Suzanne, you have to back me up here! I mean ... it's not that I'm not enjoying things. The problem is, I can't maintain any boundaries, and all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. I even like it when people **** me to do things. I've got Tiger's hunky body or his firm erection on my mind all the time. I think I'm going mad!"

She continued, "Just this morning, I scolded him mildly for fingerfucking Angel in front of me. That's not what normal families do! Especially because my main problem with his action was that he was doing it to her and not to me. I don't consider myself the jealous type, normally. Sometimes I even enjoy hearing about his other sexual conquests. But I'm slowly changing; now I want him to be with nobody but me, all day long."

She dropped her head in total defeat. "To be more specific, I want to spend the entire day with my face in his crotch, sucking and stroking his gorgeous cock! And titfucking it! And that's not normal. It's not right! I've lost all perspective."

Suzanne asked, "Does this have anything to do with Amy being made his official girlfriend?"

Susan replied with a near whisper. "No."

"Come on. You can tell me."

"No, really." But her guilt and unhappiness made it clear that she was lying.

"Cooooome on..."

"Darn it, you know me too well! Okay, I admit it: I've been burning up with jealousy ever since he made Amy his official girlfriend, mainly because I'm hopping mad that it was her instead of me! Is that sick or what?! I know that would be impossible for lots of reasons, but sometimes my emotional feelings overwhelm any rationality. It pains me terribly when he has to go to school for seven long hours. That's so horribly long! If I didn't have you to keep me company during the day, I couldn't bear it."

She sighed. "And yet, strangely, feeling jealous that he's loving others instead of me arouses me somehow. Maybe because it shows what a total stud he is. But heck, everything arouses me somehow! Obviously I can't keep on like this. But I'm not blaming anybody but myself. I haven't provided the leadership and discipline my children need. I just keep giving in to my urges, over and over. Suzanne, you're my best friend. You have to help me!"

Suzanne confessed honestly, "If it makes you feel any better, I fantasize about being his official girlfriend too. Though, you know, I'm obviously too old for that."

"You do? That does make me feel better. But I'm his mother!" She thought to herself some more, then continued, "I mean, my problem is that I'm mentally split in two. There's a part of me that really, really, REALLY wants Tiger to fuck me, and sometimes I even want to do, do..." She whispered quietly, "Do things to women too!"

She continued in a normal voice before Suzanne could respond to that. "That's how depraved I am. The things I've been thinking about doing to you ... You don't even want to know. I can't say! But there's another part that finds it all morally reprehensible and spiritually wrong. I realize now that I've been clueless lately, not thinking things through and in fact not really thinking at all. That's because my mind is at war with itself. So I've just been turning my mind off rather than opening up this can of worms."

"So-" Suzanne started to say.

But Susan was on a roll. "Now bear in mind that I don't want to go back to how things were before this all started. No way! I was so unhappy then and I didn't even know it. If I don't get to suck Tiger's cock every day, I think I'll just die. I can't go on without loving him, physically. Deeply. In every way. But I really can't go on like this either. I'm too obsessed! And if something doesn't change, things are going to keep escalating until he winds up ... you know."

"No, I don't know."

"You know. His, his stiffness. In me. And I don't mean my mouth! I mean lower!"

"A titfuck?" Suzanne was being deliberately obtuse. "Aren't those wonderful?"

"Yes, but ... I mean even lower than that!"

"Oh!" Suzanne pretended to be scandalized, when in fact nothing would have made her happier than to see Alan fuck her friend, since that would have meant that he could fuck her openly too.

Susan sighed again. "I have to strike a balance somehow, with some level of daily sexual interaction while still having a life free of sex for some hours of the day. But my boundaries aren't working. It's not his fault. He's been heroic in his restraint, I know. He's such a wonderful, loving, cum-filled boy. I feel like it's all MY fault. I think I always let things slide because inwardly I just want to get fucked. I need my son to nail me good and hard! Gaaawwwwd, that would be GREAT! But I can't allow it. I shouldn't. Should I? I'm so torn! And what would I do without him?! What if he were to move away? My life would be destroyed. But he needs to live his own life and not have me hanging around his neck. Oh Suzanne! This is just killing me!"

Suzanne's heart went out to Susan's plight. She thought, I had no idea that Susan was still so conflicted deep inside. That's probably because she's riding an erotic buzz most of the day and suppresses it all.

She's a pretty smart woman normally, in her own way. But these past few weeks, most of the time she's so sexed up she has the intellect of a potted plant. But her childhood strictures against **** still haunt her, so it all comes out whenever the action stops for long enough. I've managed to narrow the definition of **** in her mind to just vaginal fucking, and that worked wonders for a while. But I haven't really gotten rid of her objections; I've just delayed her day of reckoning. Now that she's starting to think of fucking him as a real possibility, even an inevitability, she's freaking out!

There's really only one solution. She has to get over the hump by humping, so to speak. She has to get used to fucking her son, and then over time all her doubts will ebb away. I've got to continue to condition her, but with a new focus on how fucking her son isn't really sinful. To be honest, I didn't think she'd reach this point so quickly, so I haven't laid the groundwork.

Susan sighed deeply yet again. "I think I need professional help. I have to see a psychologist, immediately, before things get even crazier!"

"Hmmm. A psychologist, you say?" Suzanne spoke while her mind schemed frantically. How am I going to spin THAT? With no outsiders interfering, my plan to turn the Plummer house into a giant, non-stop orgy party has been slowly but surely succeeding. But if she talks to someone like a real psychologist, fuck knows what the result from that will be.

Wait - I know what'll happen. The psychologist won't buy Sweetie's medical condition story because, let's face it, it sounds absurd unless you want to believe it in the first place. They'll ask a few other doctors about it and the entire thing will unravel. Dr. Fredrickson and Nurse Akami may do prison time, for starters. My role in it will come out. No way can I let that happen. I have to convince her not to see anybody. That's the-

As if Susan had read Suzanne's last thought, she said, "Don't try to make me change my mind. I've got my mind made up. I know what you're going to say: that no outsider should learn of Tiger's medical problem. Who knows if even a trained professional will tell, and so on? And it's true; I don't know a good doctor that can be trusted. But I think the situation demands taking the risk."

Suzanne failed to answer that directly. To stall for time, she changed the subject, saying, "By the way, I feel frightfully underdressed. How embarrassing." She covered her nipples but barely anything else. She knew that striking such a "modest" pose would actually make her body even more tantalizing.

Susan unconsciously licked her lips. She seemed transfixed. But then she realized she was staring at her best friend's chest and she muttered, "Um, that would probably be a good idea."

Suzanne went to the underwear cabinet to retrieve her shirt, but she still remained in view of Susan.

Susan watched her move about with great interest. "Oh. Sorry about that. Actually, it's fine if you leave it off, but if you put it back on that could help me think. That's one or my problems: my arousal when I see ... when I see..."

Susan didn't want to discuss her recent lesbian urges with her friend, since Suzanne was the main focus of those urges. So instead she covered up her verbal stumble. "It's not like we suddenly can't go nude. After all, the task of helping Tiger with his six-times-a-day target never ends. We have to develop the properly slutty attitude twenty-four hours a day if we're going to be the best cocksuckers and penis pleasers we can possibly be."

She caught herself after saying that, bemoaning, "See? That's not normal. But that's how I think these days. All I can think of is that big fat cock drooling cum, deep in my mouth, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out ... That delicious cum splattering on the back of my throat ... More sperm on my face, and dripping down into my cleavage ... So much yummy, spermy joy! And when he's gone off to school, it's pure ****!"

Suzanne replied, "I agree with your attitude on nudity. But I think I'll just put my top back on, if you don't mind."

Dressing allowed Suzanne to stall for more time while she thought of new ideas. I don't think this would be the appropriate moment to take the egg vibrator out of my pussy, since she'll notice it was there in the first place. But it's so hard to think with it in there! Damn. Focus, Suzanne!

Okay, how about this? If she doesn't know a good doctor, what if I get a faux doctor to tell her lies? It worked well once before to get this whole ball rolling. Akami really grew into her role. But whom can I pick for this? I don't know any psychologists at all, so I can't get one to lie like I did with Dr. Fredrickson. What if I get someone to impersonate one?

Wait! I know the perfect person: my old college pal Xania. Oh my gosh! That could work in so many different ways.

"Susan," Suzanne finally said once she'd slipped her shirt back over her shoulders, "as you can tell, I'm thinking deeply about this situation. I think you have a good point about seeing a psychologist. Personally, I think pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, and these last few weeks have been the best and most pleasurable of my life."

"Me too," Susan agreed. "By such a huge amount that it's not even funny."

Suzanne nodded and went on, "But we don't know the long-term psychological effects, either for you or for your children. I didn't realize you'd become so conflicted, or that you get that obsessed."

Susan explained, "That's because I've been turning my brain off, more or less, so I could just be in denial about everything and enjoy the moment. And God, do I enjoy the moment! But the slippery slope! Where is this leading? Are we all going to burn in Hell? I can't control it at all."

Suzanne continued, "You should see someone about this. True, it is a big risk. If this gets out, you could destroy everyone's lives, for sure. I know you said that Sweetie still needs his help, but do you personally really want to stop altogether? Do you really want to give up your daily dose of your son's sweet cum?"

"Of course not. No way! I was thinking maybe I wouldn't be fully honest with the psychologist..."

"That's not good. Instead, you need someone who has some sympathy for his medical needs, and for your vital role in helping him out. That would let you really lay the whole story bare."

"Yes, if there's anyone out there who's sympathetic. Do you think there is? We have to keep helping him with his medical treatment, no matter what. He can't do it alone. When I think of all that nasty sperm building up in his balls ... Why, it makes me anxious just to think about it!"

Suzanne pointed out, "Not many professionals are going to have any sympathy for this whole situation, even though it's all very justified medically. But I think I have the solution. I have a friend who's a psychologist. She's someone we can trust. She's also very open-minded and has a really healthy attitude about sexual things. It would be an almost perfect fit. I just hope she's around. She and I were close in college, until just before I met you, but I haven't spoken to her in a number of years."

"Oh, Suzanne, that's great!" Susan had been keeping her physical distance from Suzanne, afraid they might end up kissing or more, but now she excitedly walked up to her friend and gave her a big hug. "Who is she? Tell me more!"

Suzanne smiled as she hugged her best friend back. "Well, I don't want to get your hopes up and then have them crash. For one thing, she doesn't even live in this county. She lives up in Los Angeles, last I heard. But she could be in Timbuktu now for all I know. Let me go back home, make some calls, and try to track her down. But I'd trust her with my life. No worries about the security aspect, if she can do it."

Chapter 9

Suzanne left not long afterward, so she could track down her old friend.

As Suzanne walked back to her house, she thought, I haven't spoken to Xania in years. What has it been, five years, maybe? But things have been difficult between us for a lot longer than that. Still, time heals all wounds. I think she'd definitely be into helping because I know she loves a challenge, just as long as she hasn't died or turned into a Jesus freak or something. No way would "The Snake" get all prudish on me. She's so wild that she makes ME look tame. Or at least she was. I hope she'll let bygones be bygones. Xania, please be home!

Suzanne called Xania "The Snake" because Xania had a nearly inhumanly long tongue. That had been her nickname in certain circles back when she and Suzanne had been college roommates, as well as "friends with benefits" lovers. Suzanne was always a bit jealous of Xania's tongue and her nickname, since Suzanne's tongue was also remarkably long, yet it was constantly overlooked in favor of Xania's because Xania's was just a little bit longer.

The "bygones be bygones" aspect was a reference to an incident where Suzanne had stolen Xania's serious boyfriend. Their friendship had fallen apart after that, and although they had eventually made up things between them were never the same.

Suzanne rushed into her house and found her phone book. She located Xania's number and dialed it.

"Xania? ... You're home! Great! It's me, Suzanne ... Uh huh. Look, I need to know urgently: no big changes in your life lately - married, kids, new job, something like that? ... No, same old you, living life to the fullest, having fun? Great! ... Are you still knocking the socks off the hunks around town? ... You are? But of course you are, hee-hee-hee ... This may sound weird, but I have a huuuuge favor to ask..."

Suzanne briefly but vaguely outlined the incestuous situation with Susan and the need for her friend Xania to play the role of a psychologist for a day or so.

Xania proved to be game, especially when she was told, "Listen. Things have changed around here, big time. Susan's son Alan isn't a little kid anymore. He's turned into a serious sex stud! Something you can and should find out for yourself."

Xania pointed out, "I know some very studly guys around here that I'm sure blow a mere boy away. How old is he, anyway? Is he legal?"

"Yes. He's eighteen. And I know you can easily find muscle-bound hunks who are physically superior to Alan in every way. But this is different. He makes sex FUN! I know I'm biased because I'm hopelessly in love with him, but there's some kind of special spark with him. Try him; you'll see what I mean."

"Wait a minute. Hold everything. YOU, Suzanne, the supremely jaded, are 'hopelessly in love' with your neighbor boy?!"

"I am, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. You'd better watch out, or he just might hook you too! He already practically has his own little harem here. He's not just sexually involved with his mother Susan; he's getting it on with his sister Katherine, me, my daughter Amy, and some other serious hotties!"

"You're kidding me! His mother, his sister, YOUR daughter ... Are you okay with all that?! I thought you just said you're in love with him?"

"I am. And I'm very okay with all that. We're basically turning into one big sex-mad family, and it's the best thing that's ever happened to any of us. You just HAVE to come here and check it out."

"Well, you certainly have tempted me. But pretending to be a psychologist for a whole day? I don't know if I can do that."

"Sure you can! I'll pay all your expenses and give you a fee. I know you got your undergrad degree in psychology, so together with your acting skills it should be easy. Besides, when was the last time you and I have had some one-on-one time?"

Xania's arousal level shot up dramatically, because she knew what that meant. Although both of them preferred sex with men, they used to sex each other up on a daily basis back when they were college roommates. "Are you serious?! You and me!"

"Dead serious. It's been way too long."

"It has! But you told me a long time ago that you couldn't do that anymore. Something about needing to 'go straight' because if Susan found out about your bisexual ways, well ... I don't remember why that was so bad, but you seemed really worried about it."

"I was. But things have changed completely, like I told you. Susan not only sucks her son's cock on a daily basis, as if it's the greatest treat in the world, but she and I have started French kissing, and more. So, needless to say, I'm not worried anymore about what she might think about us getting it on."

"Okay! If that's the case, I'll be there will bells on! Besides, as you can probably guess, I'm not exactly that busy here lately."

Xania lived for the party life. Like Suzanne, she was in her late thirties, but she had remained unmarried. She was addicted to L.A.'s swinging club scene. Over the years she'd had plenty of boyfriends and experienced orgies, ****, rock n' roll, and every type of hedonistic fun she could find. But she still looked great and kept going strong. In fact, she had a very similar physique to Suzanne and Susan - tall and buxom - although she was just a bit taller.

Suzanne truly did trust Xania because she knew her so well, even though they had drifted apart after the incident of the stolen boyfriend. So she wasn't worried that Xania would try to **** her afterward; that just wasn't in Xania's nature.

The one problem Suzanne had was that she couldn't really imagine Xania as a doctor. Because she knew that Xania had once had a bit part in a borderline-pornographic movie, the best Suzanne could do was conjure up the ridiculous image of Xania nearly naked while carrying some books. But luckily, Xania really was an experienced Hollywood actress (although mostly in minor roles in soft-core porn movies) so Suzanne was pretty sure that she could at least play a role convincingly.

After Suzanne got the initial thumbs-up from Xania and they had outlined a brief plan, she hung up and called Susan.

"Hi, Susan? Guess what? Xania is still around, and she's still a psychologist! That's the name of the friend I was talking about ... Not only that, but I briefly outlined your problem and your urgent need, and she's agreed to make room in her schedule to see you the day after tomorrow! Isn't that great? ... Of course, you'll have to drive up to Los Angeles, but her office is only about an hour and a half from here, so that's not too bad. She also wants to see Alan and Katherine, so that she can understand the problem from all angles ... Uh huh, on the same day. They'll obviously have to miss school. Figure on at least half a day, with the driving ... Just call in sick for them. After all, this is important and urgent for you and them."

After she'd talked to Susan some more, Suzanne called Xania back and they made their plans.

Xania really did live in L.A., an adversity that Suzanne now turned into an advantage. If the "doctor" had been nearby in Orange County, Susan might want to have weekly appointments, but that would be a difficult deception to maintain, even though Xania actually had taken psychology courses when she and Suzanne had been in school together.

Suzanne drove to L.A. that same day to discuss the situation in person; she and Xania spent hours so Xania would be very thoroughly coached on what to say. While in L.A., Suzanne also arranged a short-term rental of a furnished office, so Xania could hold her meeting in what might hopefully pass as a real psychologist's office.

Suzanne wasn't happy that Susan had insisted on seeing a psychologist, but she looked at the situation from the positive side. If I can pull this off, I can use this to drive Susan and the others even deeper into sexual abandon. Get the doctor to tell her that everything is okay as is, and she'll no longer have any excuse to hold back. This could actually get rid of what remains of her moral qualms, maybe even healing the mental split that's been troubling her. True, we'll all benefit, but really it's for her own good. God, I'm brilliant sometimes!

Chapter 10

Sean caught up with Alan as he left his first-period class. "Hey, dude. What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?" Alan responded as the two of them walked to their second-period English class.

"Lately, you've been the king of the space cases, but today you really took the cake. If I didn't know you so well, I'd figure you're totally high on something."

Alan realized he had a growing problem trying to explain his increasingly erratic behavior in school. He thought to himself, as if he were talking out loud to Sean. How would YOU behave if you just had the kind of morning I did, with your mother and sister pleasuring your cock nearly every single minute until we had to leave for school? No, wait, that couldn't happen with YOUR sister; she's too young. What if you woke up with my mom and my ... No! Yuck. Okay, A mom and a sister. Imagine that!

Sean snapped his fingers in front of Alan's face as they walked. "Dude! You're still doing it."

"Sorry. I'm just trying to think about how to explain. Let's put it this way. I've learned how to imagine that I have a totally sexy foreign exchange student living with me. She's a Scandinavian blonde, really stacked, with a bubble butt and a sultry face. She's totally amazing in every way! And she's totally into me; all she wants to do is go to town between my legs ALL the time, if you know what I mean."

"I do! I do!" Sean was enjoying this.

"You've probably even had similar fantasies yourself, though maybe about a different blonde."

Sean replied, "That's true. I have." He smiled broadly as he thought about Heather doing that to him.

Alan continued, "I dream about her all the time. Sometimes she even gives me a goodnight BJ before I go to sleep, then gives me a 'human alarm clock' one in the morning to wake me up."

Sean nodded eagerly. He figured Alan's dream girl had to be Christine, and he loved the mental image of such a sexy yet prudish girl giving a blowjob.

"But here's where it gets really weird: she can turn invisible whenever she wants. So when I'm eating a meal, I may find her on her knees under the table, blowing me the whole time! Sometimes she even does it during class here at school. Suppose that you could imagine that really happening to you, and do it all the time. I'd like to see YOU act normal during a boring first-period physics class while you're imagining that."

"Okay, point taken," Sean replied. "But I hate to say this, but your imaginary hottie sounds a lot like my current girlfriend: imaginary. In other words, she's not real. So what's REALLY spacing you out?"

Alan replied, "I'm telling you the truth! That's what I'm imagining. I'm getting, like, REALLY good at daydreaming about it. I totally imagine that happening to me all the time, whenever I get in the right zone. Today I was doing it all morning in class. What would you rather do: enjoy the hot exchange student, or listen to our teacher drone on and on?"

"Hmmm. Point taken again. But how did you get so good at daydreaming all of a sudden? And isn't that going to kill you when we have our next test?"

Just then Christine caught up to them. "Hey guys, what's up? What's this I heard you saying, something about our next test?"

Alan had seen Christine coming and he didn't mind her overhearing a little bit. He would have shut up if he'd still been talking about something too overtly sexual. He replied, "Oh, hey Christine. We were just talking about the greatest problem plaguing our school: blondes!"

Sean snickered, because he knew Alan loved to tell dumb-blonde jokes to Christine, and it was also true in a way that they'd been talking about blondes since Alan had been talking about his imaginary Scandinavian blonde exchange student.

Christine turned to Sean and stared at him with her usual intense gaze. "What's so funny?"

"Um, nothing. Gotta run!" The three of them were all headed to the same class, and in fact they were already almost there, but Sean suddenly rushed ahead because he was very intimidated by Christine's beauty and intensity. Even though they shared Alan as a friend, and also shared most of their classes, he rarely spoke directly to her. Additionally, he felt ashamed, since when Alan had talked about his imaginary Scandinavian hottie, Sean had been picturing Christine.

As Sean scurried off Christine said to Alan, "Sheesh. What's with him?" She turned her intent gaze on Alan. "And what's with you? You were soooo out of it today."

"We were just talking about that," Alan said. He slowed his walking greatly so they could finish talking before reaching the classroom. "You see, I'm not just joking about the blonde thing. I've caught blonde-itis! I have a malignant case of stage-four blondeness. Sean ran off 'cos he's afraid of catching it from you. Sure, my hair still looks dark brown now, but the roots! Oh, dear God, my roots are corn yellow! So I was just gazing off into space for the whole hour, thinking about going to the mall and buying some shoes."

Christine snorted derisively. She was secretly amused by his over-the-top bullshit, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of laughing. "I could almost believe it, the way you were staring into nothingness for a solid hour."

"A-ha! So you admit that blonde-ness is a disease! That's a big step. You know, you have to admit you have a problem before we can work on the cure."

She rolled her eyes. "The problem I have is that I have a moronic brown-haired friend who seems to have lost what little was left of his marbles. Why were you really- oh, darn." She had to stop because they'd reached the classroom door. If they said any more, some of their classmates would probably overhear. She headed to her seat, but pointed at him as she spoke quietly. "This isn't over! You're acting really weird lately, even by your recent standards of already exceptional weirdness."

Alan took his seat, which was next to hers. He thought, Uh-oh. That whole daydream excuse worked with Sean, but I can't exactly tell that to Christine; she'd see right through it. What cover story am I gonna tell her? I have to do a better job switching gears and getting into school mode. But damn! What happened to me this morning - how could anybody think or function after that? Double blowjob! Sweet! Mom AND Sis together! What an epic morning!

Christine glanced over at him. There he goes again. That same stupid grin. What on Earth is he thinking about? Or more likely, WHO is he thinking about? Is it Amy? Or Kim? Or Kim AND Amy? How many guys have two girlfriends? I could see him getting giddy about that. But he's been with those two for a while now, I think. Maybe he has a THIRD girlfriend? Or is he doing new things with one or both of them? Dammit, I really wanna know!

In any case, I'm sure it has something to do with sex. Because I sit next to him in most classes, I'm probably one of the few who've noticed that he has an erection most of the time when he's spacing out. Which means that lately he has an erection practically all the time!

I would think that would hurt or something after a while, no? Normally, she couldn't see his crotch in class due to his desk being in the way, so she bent down, using the pretense of getting something from her backpack. She blushed after briefly glimpsing the tenting in his shorts. Oh no! It's happening again!