Bad to the Bone: Part 1

Part 56: Bad to the Bone

Chapter 1: (Day 59: Wednesday, November 13)

"Sheesh! That Brenda is too much." Katherine was lying on Amy in the middle of Katherine's bed. They were both still naked after spending a long time shaving each other's pussies and "checking for bumps." Their dildos had gotten a lot of use as well.

"Yeah." Amy was feeling sleepy after her big orgasm a few minutes earlier. Her eyes were closed and she was in no mood to move or talk much.

Katherine was feeling sleepy as well, since she too was floating after a nice orgasm, but she was in a thoughtful mood. She was also very comfy, using Amy's 36Es as pillows. "She's kind of a freak. I swear, her boobs are bigger than my head! And not only that: she's curvy and cute all over. And did you see the way she just came and came and came? She's super orgasmic or something. On top of all that, she also has a really nice ass."

"Yeah, she's pretty hot," Amy agreed happily.

Katherine opened her eyes. "Amy! You're saying that like it's a good thing. It's not!"

Amy kept her eyes closed, but asked, "It's not? Why not? Oh, and don't forget her nipples. She has, like, really long, puffy nipples. They're kinda extra sexy."

Katherine exhaled with exasperation at the nipples comment, and then exclaimed with urgency, "She's a threat! Can't you see that? She's just too ample and too endowed everywhere. And yeah, you're right, her nipples are damn annoying too. On top of that, she seems to be quite submissive. She's way too into Brother, if you ask me. It's bad enough competing with your mom and my mom and their huge racks and super sexy bodies, but throw Brenda in there too and we may never get another chance to play with his cock!"

Amy still wasn't concerned enough to open her eyes. "Nah. Mom - er, my mom that is, talked to me about it earlier, when she told me I could come to the party. She said that Brenda's only gonna come to these poker parties once a week, and no more. If that's all there is, then that's cool. Remember, Alan needs lots of varied stimulation for his medical condition. Mom keeps reminding me about that, and your mom does too, so it must be really important. Besides, I think Brenda's a hoot! She made the party a total blast with the way she was cumming all over the place!" She giggled happily.

Katherine groaned in frustration. "That's how it starts: a card game here, a dinner visit there. Turn around and the next thing you know, she'll practically be living with us! Did you see the way she was looking at him tonight? She's totally into him. Heck, she may even be in love with him!"

Amy opened her eyes, looking at Katherine, then shrugged. "Yeah, well, what can you do? Christine may be in love with him too. Kim is totally into him. Heck, even Janice and Joy are all into him now. But I'm cool with sharing. He's turned into, like, this super studly guy. It's kinda weird, but that's how it is. If I try to get all exclusive-y with him, I'm just gonna make myself frustrated."

"That's true," Katherine conceded. "And I'm cool with sharing too. But within limits!" She rolled off Amy, sat up on the bed next to her, then leaned against the wall. It was a bit difficult trying to hold this kind of conversation while lying naked on top of her friend.

Amy sat up also and leaned against the headboard. Seemingly not hearing the "within limits" comment, she smiled and said, "Sharing Alan's cock with you earlier today was way fun! Don't you think? I totally love sharing the licking. Even if you did get a little cock-hoggy." She dropped her head and looked at Katherine in a bashful way, as if she was afraid that she might have been too hurtful with that last comment.

"Awww." Katherine scooted over to her friend and wrapped an arm around her. As she pulled Amy in for a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, she said, "That's my bad. Totally my bad. I get jealous sometimes." She looked at her friend beseechingly. "Forgive me?"

"M'kay!" Amy not only lit up with a thousand-watt smile, she gave Katherine a very heartfelt return kiss, this one on the lips.

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The two started to get into feeling each other up while necking, but Katherine eventually broke the lip-lock and said, "I love having fun with you, but let's talk for a little while first, okay? I feel like you and I are just kind of drifting along. We lack strategy."

"Strategy? Who needs strategy? I'm totally happy. My big plan was to get to be Alan's official girlfriend, so now that that's happened I'm cool. Cool beans in the blue jeans!"

Katherine thought, Geez, I wish Amy wasn't such an airhead. She's just too easy-going and easy to please. But then a thought hit her and she looked at Amy quizzically. "Plan? You had some kind of plan for that?"

Amy had a "deer in the headlights" look, but it passed quickly. "Er, no, I mean ... just ... I was psyched to have that happen, if you know what I mean. But why worry? Why worry about any of this scheme-y stuff? My mom has got it covered. She's always got some scheme-y plan or another in the works, and good things happen with each one. I don't quite know what her big scheme is this time, but it seems to lead to more and more super fun, so I say: go Mom! If we try to get all scheme-y, we could just get in the way of her scheme-y-ness, if you know what I mean."

Katherine thought about that. "I agree that your mom's got a knack for making things work out. And she clearly has a good thing going on. She hasn't really spelled it out to me, but she doesn't have to. Obviously she wants us to all end up fucking each other. You, me, my mom, her, and Brother."

Amy exclaimed, "I know! Isn't it cool? That's my ... like, what I want to see too. We'll be one big, happy, fucky family!" She giggled.

Katherine giggled at that too. "Yeah we will. And we're most of the way there. And I'm totally cool with letting your mom do her magical scheming on that. She really does have a magic touch. And I guess if she thinks Brenda isn't a threat and won't be more than an occasional guest, I can deal with that." She sighed. She trusted Suzanne's judgment, but she also worried about Brenda. Now that Brenda knew about their ****, as well as the way things had gone down that night, it didn't seem likely she'd just remain on the fringes.

Amy said, "I don't want to butt in and stuff, but you're like my best friend. Can I be totally honest with you?"

Katherine squeezed Amy and kissed her on the nose. "Of course! I'd love it. We've been friends all our lives, but I want us to be even better friends than ever. Please be totally honest with me."

"Cool! I want that too. Bestest friends forever! Anyhoo, I think you're far too worried about the boobie thing. Yeah, sure, Brenda has boobies the size of small watermelons, but so what? Let Alan have a little fun with her and her super boobs. He doesn't love her like us, and he never will, 'cos she's a stranger. You and me, we know every last little thing about him, even down to which episodes of Gilligan's Island he's seen, 'cos we've watched most of 'em together."

"God, that's such a stupid show," Katherine complained.

"I know. But remember how much the three of us laughed? Brenda can't compete against that kind of long history. She's a total stranger, and when is he gonna have time to get to know her better? He's too busy. When you get right down to it, he's gonna want to be with the ones that he loves, and who love him back. That's us! You, me, and our moms!"

Katherine hugged Amy even tighter. "Thanks! That makes me feel soooo much better. I get all jealous. I have to admit I've been going through some particularly heavy jealousy surges today. But you're right. Your mom must have a plan. It's obviously a great plan which benefits us all. Alan loves US, not some physically-improbable super-boob woman whose last name he probably doesn't even know. Thanks again."

They kissed and caressed for a minute or two, basking in their love for each other.

But then Katherine said, "Even though that's all true, there was something I wanted to say about Aunt Suzy's scheming, and I still want to say it. She can only scheme about stuff she knows about. Her scheming lately is all about creating a new 'fucky' family here at home, which is great. But what about our school? She barely knows what goes on there, and important things are happening. Brother is surging!"

"Surging?" Amy asked.

"Yeah. He's like a surging wave, a great big powerful wave. Remember that just a month ago he was a total virgin and didn't have a clue with girls. But every day at home he's having soooo much success with all of us that I think he figures he can do no wrong. So his confidence is surging, and girls love cocky guys. And because of the whole panties-painting thing, he's steadily working his way through the entire cheerleading squad. He's boning them all, even Heather!"

Amy giggled. "Yeah! Isn't it cool? Except for the Heather part."

"Well, it is cool," Katherine agreed, "except for the Heather part, of course. Although even that is impressive in its own way. I'm really proud of him. When I think about what a total sex stud my brother has become, it makes me really hot and bothered. But at the same time, we have to be careful."

"Careful?"

"Yes! Come on - think about it, Amy. Your mom has things well in hand at home, I have to admit. Mostly, that's about getting my mom to give up her prudish ways and totally devote herself to Brother's cock. That's great; we all benefit from that - as long as she isn't too much of a cock hog, as you put it. But there's no strategy for school. What's Brother doing there? WHO is he doing? What's his plan? Does he have one? What's happening with him and Heather? Or him and Christine? Or him and Ms. Rhymer?"

"Ms. Rhymer?" Amy already knew that Alan was having sex with Glory, but she didn't let on.

"Yeah. You know, he's been crushing on her for at least two years. With the way he's surging sexually, there's no telling who he'll end up doing. Maybe even his history teacher! We've got stiff competition at school as well as here at home. I don't want to end up an also-ran, last on his list. There's only so much of him to go around. Even if he wants to do more, there's a physical limit to what any guy can do in a single day."

Amy smiled and said, "You are SO not an also-ran. You're too insecure. He totally loves you! You should see the look in his eyes when he looks at you. Can't you see it? It's total love! I wish he loved me half as much. I've got this big uphill fight just to get him to notice me half the time."

Katherine said, "No, I'm the one with the big uphill fight just to get him to notice me! You're his official girlfriend now. You've totally got it made!"

"No! You're his sister! You're the one who's got it made. This official girlfriend thing is great, but he could change his mind about that tomorrow. You'll never not be his sister!"

"That's true," Katherine admitted thoughtfully. Being reminded of that fact did make her feel a lot better.

Amy said dismissively, "You worry too much. Everything's going great. With the way things are happening here at home, you and I benefit big time. I can't tell you how super-duper psyched I am about how things are going here! And at school Alan's mainly all about the cheerleaders, and we benefit from that too. Like what's happening with Kim. Wouldn't it be cool if eventually he openly bones the entire squad? Like, totally open, no secrets from the other girls. Then we could totally have Alan-centered orgies right at school, under the guise of cheerleader practice! How cool would THAT be?"

"But Amy, that's never going to happen. Not with Heather there. She's like a snake! She'll ruin everything. Actually, it probably could work with you, if Brother could keep Heather in check somehow, but what about me? Remember the **** factor? To have Heather know that and hold it over our heads? No thanks!"

Amy frowned. "Oh yeah. That would be bad."

"Very bad!" Katherine huffed.

However, Amy's smile returned, and after a moment she said, "M'kay, so we can't always get everything we want, but I'm not worried. Things are going super great. Mother and Alan are both way smart, and they're gonna make sure everything works out. Before long, he'll be openly fucking both of us here at home, and maybe even at school too. Well, except for the 'openly' part. Oh, and I guess the **** thing is a problem."

"You think?" Katherine asked sarcastically.

Amy seemed oblivious to the sarcasm, and continued, "But at least we've got the thing with Kim at her house. I hope you will invite me to that next time. I'm totally loving all the sharing. I get psyched when he makes another conquest! It's like we're all a team, a growing team, bound together by him. It's all cool. Don't worry or stress. And don't be jealous!"

Now Katherine frowned. "Amy, you're far too trusting. Especially when there's someone like Heather in the picture. We can't just cross our fingers and hope everything'll work out."

Amy said, "M'kay, then. Take Heather. What are we supposed to do with her? She pushes you and me and the rest of the cheerleader squad around way easy. I'll admit she scares me! I totally don't know how to deal with girls like her. I just want everyone to be nice, and she's mean. But Alan seems to have some kind of special hold on her. So maybe we just need to let him work it out. If you get involved, it could draw attention to the whole ****-y thing."

Katherine sighed. "That's true, I guess. I just wish I could be more proactive. I mean, I want Brother to fuck lots of beautiful women. I'm proud to be his fuck toy, and a good fuck toy doesn't get jealous and doesn't try to be exclusive. But there's danger out there! Heather. Christine. Ms. Rhymer. Brenda. All these amazingly beautiful women he knows. They just might steal his heart! And there's too many of them. What if he starts getting involved with Christine, and decides to make HER his official girlfriend?"

Amy looked aghast. "He wouldn't do that, would he? He promised me!"

"No, he probably wouldn't," Katherine conceded. "He's good with his promises. But I wish you and I could control things like your mom does. Like, if he gets in trouble with someone, pull the strings behind the scenes and make it all better. Then he'd be so proud of us."

Amy said, "But my mom's great at all that. Heck, even with school stuff, if we tell her what the trouble is, she probably can fix it."

Katherine nodded. "Yeah. I guess. And I am going to talk to her soon about Heather, so hopefully she can fix that and get Brother to stay away from her."

"See? That'll work. Everything's cool," Amy said.

Katherine sighed. "I know. But ... I just worry."

"Well, don't!" Amy said brightly, trying to cheer her up. "You know what? I feel all bumpy. I think we should check each other for bumps again, with our tongues! Just to be sure!" She giggled.

Katherine grinned. "Aims, whatever am I going to do with you?"

Amy joked, "I don't know, but I hope it involves a lot more bump checking."

They kissed some more, and then Katherine positioned herself above Amy as they moved into position for a sixty-nine.

Chapter 2

Suzanne turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston up and down Alan's erection. Brenda had just left, but they both still stood in the foyer right by the front door. "So how about it, Susan? Maybe we should have another poker game or some other get-together with Brenda even before next Wednesday. What do you think? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

Suzanne was surprised to hear herself say that, since her intended strategy had been to take things very slowly with Brenda. But she'd enjoyed the entire evening so much that she figured waiting another week to take things to the next level with Brenda was too long.

"NO. End of discussion." Susan would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's erection there was no way she was going to willingly let go before he shot a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting on her street clothes in anticipation of the short walk home, but then added an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said disingenuously.

Alan was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures, since Susan had been working his boner for quite a while. He groaned and put his hand on his mother's hand, indicating she needed to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to delay his cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure this evening.

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that his mother was merely holding his dick. Let's see ... Mom and Sis together in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again. No, wait, I didn't cum that time. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing. You after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight.

He said, "Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

Suzanne was genuinely surprised. "Only six times? It seems like we've all been stimulating your cock pretty much non-stop. And you're aiming for eight each day this week, to get your average up before your scouting trip, right?"

He nodded.

Turning to Susan, she asked, "Didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's dick for the rest of the evening? What happened to that?" Doffing her coat, she quipped, "I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan, still gripping Alan's boner firmly. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"You know how it is; he probably wouldn't care, or even notice, if I didn't come home until morning. Now, take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take him back to his room. You did make that promise earlier, remember?"

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish what was now a near ****-grip on her son's erect cock. But she didn't have a devious mind like Suzanne's and couldn't think of a single rational excuse.

She visibly deflated in defeat, but at the same time picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get her son to blow his load before she had to release him. Stalling for time, she asked, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his cock for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled. Then she literally handed Alan over to Suzanne, putting his erection in her best friend's hands after giving it a few final double-fisted strokes in her last attempt to make him cum.

Suzanne began to piston her hand in the exact same rhythm that Susan had just used, so that they barely missed a beat during their transfer. But Suzanne was aware of the way that Alan was straining not to cum, so she quickly slowed her pace to just a feather-light fingering up and down the underside of his shaft.

Susan stood there, watching enviously, as Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan silently stroking away.

Suzanne found it difficult not to crow about her victory. It took a great deal of willpower for her not to say anything or even look in Susan's direction, because she didn't trust herself at that moment.

She decided it would be better to leave Susan so she could fully enjoy herself with Alan without increasing Susan's jealousy issues. She **** herself to be nice, at least for the moment. She held out her free arm towards Susan like she expected a hug, then said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave Suzanne a hug and a goodnight French kiss. A tinge of sadness came through, but all-in-all the intimate contact restored much of their usual good feelings about each other.

Suzanne was pleased to see that Susan's 'no-kiss ban' of that morning hadn't lasted even a single day. The two women French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued slowly wanking Alan. Since she was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan was partially dressed, and since they were both focused more on what Suzanne was doing to Alan than on each other, they didn't grope each other nearly as much as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought as the kiss went on, Now, THIS is why I scheme so much. Sweetie's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine. Now if I could be fondling Angel or maybe even Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete! People who don't take risks are such chumps.

The kiss finally came to an end. Susan remained in a loose embrace with Suzanne, mostly so she could continue to gaze longingly at her friend's hands stroking up and down her son's thickness.

Susan thought, How ironic! The shoe is on the other foot, and I'm in the exact same position Brenda was in a few minutes ago, on the outside looking in. Those hands should be MY hands!

Okay, maybe I AM getting a bit greedy. I've been stroking him so long that my hand is really pretty tired. Maybe sharing is the answer? I've never shared Tiger's cock with Suzanne before, but after what happened with Angel and me this morning, and then apparently with Angel and Amy later, sharing seems to be the order of the day! I wonder if Suzanne would be receptive if we started sharing now, like this very minute? She reached towards Alan's groin.

This time, Suzanne gently but firmly blocked her hand, stopping it before Susan could reach Alan's slicked-up erection. Suzanne's own jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. She throttled those feelings with an effort because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan rather than fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight, Susan. See you tomorrow."

However, Alan chimed in at that moment, spoiling Suzanne's plans for a quick exit. "Yeah, goodnight, Mom. Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to give him that in his bed, so it could turn into much more. Then she realized that there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him immediately and then also "kiss" him again later. That **** Suzanne to wait more minutes before she could be alone with Alan.

Alan actually felt strange about kissing his mother when she wasn't topless, but he refrained from asking her to take something off because he could tell that Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, their kiss was rather hurried and tame, at least by the standards he'd become accustomed to at home. His boner was also briefly unattended during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He was still teetering right on the edge of cumming, so he made sure to keep his mother's grabby hands at a distance. He at least got to play with her tits through her clothing, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Friend, I love how we're passing his cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding and playing with it all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in between our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't really have to imagine that future, because that day is already here."

Susan's eyes went wide with excitement in response to that. She tried to reply, but the words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she honestly didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's vision.

One nice effect of the evening's non-stop sexual activity was that Susan was too preoccupied to think much about Ron and his newly revealed homosexuality. At least in that respect, Suzanne's plan had worked to perfection.

Chapter 3

Suzanne's current problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. (She'd exaggerated her claim that he wouldn't care if she didn't show up until morning.) Once Susan left the room, Suzanne lingered a few moments more until she was sure that Susan had really gone, then said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so my hubby doesn't worry about me. By the way, how does that make you feel, to commit adultery with me while my husband waits right next door?"

Alan was taken aback by the question. It was a topic Suzanne had almost always avoided with him. He himself tried not to think about it because he considered himself a good person and breaking up someone's marriage didn't fit in with that image. Deep down, he got a thrill out of cuckolding Eric Pestridge (not to mention his own stepfather Ron), but he couldn't admit that to himself. Yet at the same time it greatly bothered him. He knew Brenda was married too, but he understood that she was in the very last stages of a divorce, so he figured he couldn't be blamed for causing problems there.

Suzanne could see that her question had caused a pained look on his face, so she said, "Never mind. Scratch that. Keep in mind that he and I don't love each other anymore, and we haven't for years, so it doesn't matter. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer strategic break anyway. I'm gonna be as fast as I can, though. Heck, I'm not even gonna shower before going home, like I usually do. Just don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me."

She joked, "Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to." It wasn't entirely a joke though.

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes. She went straight to Alan's room, naked except for her stockings, where she found him waiting expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up. Didn't it for you too?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

They sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless.

Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity. The party with Brenda was one of the most incredible sexual event to happen to him yet, which was saying a lot, considering everything else that had happened. He was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Aunt Suzy. He didn't know if he was up for it so soon after everything with Brenda, either mentally or physically, but the possibility was so thrilling that he psyched himself up as best he could.

Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck. The evening with Brenda had felt to her like the greatest, most prolonged foreplay ever. She was so aroused that she felt it had to happen this very evening. But there was one thing that held her back from finally doing it immediately: fear that Susan was listening in. Susan's eavesdropping at Alan's door had become so common that it was almost comical. Suzanne figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, the odds were excellent that the sexually-frustrated mother would be right outside the door, waiting for her chance to have a very thorough goodnight "kiss."

So first Suzanne had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not. She walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy-tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

He was quite surprised, but then realized that didn't mean they wouldn't fuck; she was just asking for foreplay. He sensed this was big, because she rarely let him do much with her pussy. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah. Sure."

She sat up on her heels on his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, much better than ever before. She could tell he'd had considerably more practice since his last attempt with her.

He lapped at her with his tongue, probing her inner reaches. He now knew just how to work her clit, teasing her little nub almost continuously without ever taking her over the edge.

After a few minutes of letting him do all the work while she just leaned back onto some throw pillows, she said, "You're really getting good at that. Has anyone told you that yet? How did you get so good since our last time?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school. Isn't that what we go to school for - to learn things?"

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think I had to waste my time with less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, 'cos you check my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra checkmark or two every day. Your mother and I have speculated many times during our morning exercises over what that really means. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it there with your sister."

"No. You know me; I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! The mystery deepens! Hmmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty-nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

Suzanne grinned victoriously as her thoughts raced ahead of her words. "A-ha! A clue! I was using teacher generically, in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see ... Which teacher could you possibly be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

An alarmed Alan cried out, "Hey! How did you know that?!"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away, silly boy. You've only had a crush on her for years now. And how many other young female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? That was a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more young female teachers because, knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school."

She pondered this latest development. So Sweetie's getting it on with Gloria Rhymer! Wow! I suppose all this non-stop sexual success at home has made him bold at school too. He's hardly the same boy he was a month ago, not when it comes to sex. That is very, very significant, because I know he has strong feelings for her. But I'll have to put the issue aside and consider it some more later.

Hiding her concern, she asked casually, "But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

He was still bummed at revealing his secret about Glory. "Will you keep that a secret? I mean, normally I'd tell you anything important, but it's super important to her that I don't tell a soul. She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

Suzanne primly replied, but with a smile, "And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenage son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. Sweetie, I want you to think of me as your closest, most trusted friend. I won't even tell your mom if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. Tell me, does she or anyone else around here know already?"

He reluctantly admitted, "Actually ... Amy does."

Suzanne was startled. "Amy?! Really? How did that happen?"

"I don't know. She just kind of assumed, I guess. She knew about my long-time crush on Glory, and just sort of figured something had to happen there. She started talking to me about it and I stupidly confirmed it. Which, by that way, appears to be becoming a trend." He frowned in chagrin.

Suzanne raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Hmmm. Interesting." My Honey Pie is full of surprises. I've gotta give her kudos for that. "Does anyone know besides her?"

"No, and please, let's keep it that way. The more people who know, the greater the danger that that info could slip out to someone who shouldn't know. Mom and Sis will probably find out eventually, but I feel honor-bound to Glory to keep her secret as long as possible. So that means you need to keep completely mum too. Please don't mention a word of it to anyone, not even Amy."

Suzanne nodded. "Fair enough. I am miffed though. A while back, we had a serious talk and you promised me you'd tell me the names of all your lovers. I certainly don't remember you mentioning Ms. Rhymer!"

He slumped in shame. "I'm sorry. I really am. That was a very tough decision for me. I really, really wanted to tell you, but I felt that, to protect her and her job, I couldn't tell anybody. Including you, even. I mean, it's not the same as Heather or Kim or someone like that. The fact that she's my teacher ... I mean..."

She reached out and ran a hand through his hair. "That's okay. I get it. And I can tell you were in a no-win situation there. But please tell me, in all honesty: are there any others I still don't know about?"

"No way! That's it! I swear! Hell, I don't even know how things happened with her. If it weren't for the fact that I've had an obvious crush on her for the past two years, plus some kind of weird, unlikely events..."

"Those seem to happen to you a lot these days, don't they?" She chuckled. "But that's okay; you can tell me the story some other time. Out of curiosity though, tell me: are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Unfortunately, not yet. Just like you and Mom, she'll only let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck her. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh, you poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenage boys with a large harem of women who spend too much time sucking their cocks and not enough time fucking them. I think I saw a sad TV movie on that very topic the other day."

His dick pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, A-ha! She confirms it! I DO have a harem. Maybe she's being a bit flip using that word, but what other word is there? I'll bet that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex ... maidens, though. She puts herself in a special category, and rightfully so. I can't imagine bossing her around. He felt very awkward using the term "sex maidens" but he didn't know what else to use since he was unwilling to think of Suzanne as some kind of sex servant.

But he tried to play it cool, so he answered, "Very cute. But it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like ... you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her pussy, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" She knew full well that he was referring to her.

"Um, Aunt Suzy, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

She grinned. "Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word 'fuck' with me? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little, which was very unusual for him. Then he spoke sincerely. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. Look at the four main women in your life. Could we be any more willing? When I came in this room, you should have been all over me. I should have had to fight you off, if I wasn't ready to fuck you right away."

She decided enough time had passed, and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any heavy breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She waited a few moments, then opened the door a crack. She heard the sound of high heels scurrying across the carpeted hallway and caught a quick glimpse of Susan ducking into the bathroom right across the hall.

Fuck! Foiled again. Susan will be back before long, I'll bet. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

Suzanne hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk to him briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit-, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan was devastated.

Suzanne was nearly as disappointed. She explained further, more quietly now, "I don't care much anymore if she finds out; it's something that she needs to know is going on so she can get used to it happening in her house. But I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your dick straight from her mouth a few minutes ago, so she'd be particularly pissy about that, not to mention this meeting with the psychologist that's coming up. The thing is, I want our first time to be perfect. That means that you and I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this tonight, okay? She'll be back soon, if she isn't trying to overhear our quiet whispering already."

"Okay," he answered, only halfheartedly trying to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too agreeable and polite. If I've really got a harem, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Aunt Suzy. I love her, but both she and I would love it even more if I were more assertive. She just said so herself.

Man, what a shame ... Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang, that would be seriously hot! But I just can't stand to see Mom get that upset, though.