Saturday Night at the Movies: Part 3

Chapter 8

Later in the day, after Ron had revived from his traveling ordeal enough to leave for a round of golf with a friend, Susan and Suzanne took off to do some shopping.

As soon as they were in private, Suzanne asked Susan what she'd done with Ron the night before.

Susan confessed that she hadn't really done anything at all. She appeared to be very sad about it. In reality her feelings were very conflicted.

Suzanne, though, was secretly delighted. She thought, I'd predicted to myself that Susan wouldn't get intimate with Ron, and it's extremely pivotal that I was right! This means Susan has essentially given her heart to Alan. I'll bet she simply couldn't get our cutie out of her head, and given my strict instructions not to do anything with Ron while thinking of Alan, she couldn't do anything with Ron at all! Hee-hee-hee!

Everything is coming along nicely. Susan doesn't know it yet, but her marriage is already doomed. Good-bye prudish, Bible-thumping, married woman; hello big-titted, cocksucking, son-loving mommy! We're gonna have more fun than probably even I can imagine at this point.

The two of them shopped for clothes. At Suzanne's urging, Susan ended up buying a lot of "scandalously" sexy outfits. They didn't overtly talk about it much, but it was clear the purchases were meant for Alan and his "need" for "visual stimulation." Ron didn't figure into their thinking at all.

Soon after the two mothers left, Katherine cornered Alan and got him to agree to shave her pussy. She wanted it shaved so her naked, soon-to-be-painted crotch would be less noticeable for the cheerleading practices starting the next day.

Once it was done, Alan inaugurated the new look with a fresh fingerfuck while still in the bathroom.

Then Katherine wanted to reciprocate with a pleasant blowjob. She pouted, "Isn't it time for you to ask me to suck you off?"

"But I, uh..." He could barely wrap his head around her startling suggestion.

"Like I said, it's about time already that you ask me to suck you off."

They both laughed, albeit a bit nervously from the sexual tension suddenly present in the room.

She continued more seriously, "Really though. Anytime you want it. Anytime, Bro. Don't make me wait. After we did it last night, why not today?"

"I'd love to, Sis, you know that. But I'm still worried about the risk. You never know when someone might come home."

"That's not stopping you from giving me a nice finger bang."

Alan had his finger in her snatch again, even as she said that. "True. But it just seems like we could cover this up more readily. If you really got into a blowjob, I know that I'd be so overwhelmed by the pleasure that a whole herd of elephants could escape my attention."

"What if I were to suck, but suck at sucking?" she giggled.

His resolve was weakening. What if we're really careful? It wouldn't take that long. I mean, this is my gorgeous sister and she's so eager!

She suggested, "Hey, what if we try a sixty-nine? Have you ever done that? It would be just like now when you're fingering me, except that I'd be busy sucking you off too."

He was even more tempted by that. However, he cautioned, "That would double our odds of getting caught, wouldn't it?"

Before Katherine could reply, they heard a knock on the door. "I heard some noises. Anyone in there?"

Each of them breathed a big sigh of relief, for it was only Amy. Luckily, too, they had locked the bathroom door. What if it had been Mom or Ron? they thought simultaneously. They were treading a very dangerous path.

"Uh, yeah. It's me, Aims. Don't come in," said Alan.

He and Katherine each looked around frantically, but they had been so careless that neither of them had brought any clothing into the bathroom. Luckily, there was one big towel that hung on a rack, so Alan wrapped it around his waist. He figured he could walk out in that, but it left only hand towels for Katherine.

Then he heard Amy say, "Bo, are you in there alone? I thought I heard you whispering to Kat, too. Isn't she in there with you?"

"Yeah, I'm in here too," Katherine said glumly. "Just hold on a sec." They had both been whispering up to the moment they'd heard the knock on the door, so it was futile to deny it. Katherine just hoped that Amy hadn't managed to actually hear what they'd been talking about.

"Why are you both in there together?" Amy asked quizzically.

Alan figured the truth, slightly altered, was the safest way to go. "I was helping Kat shave. She needed my help."

"Can I come in?" asked Amy. "It's hard to talk through this door. And why the whispering? No one else is at home."

"Yeah, just a minute." Alan whispered quietly into Katherine's ear, "We can tell her an innocent version of the painting and shaving. She'll probably learn about it within a few days anyway. You could use her as an ally in this situation with the cheerleaders."

Katherine nodded. She didn't see any alternative.

He got out the shaving cream and used it to cover the area around her pussy while she sat naked in the bathtub.

Only then did Alan finally open the door while wrapped in a towel, with razor in hand. His dick still hadn't gone flaccid, so he used the hand that was holding the razor to keep his boner pushed safely down between his legs, where it couldn't create an embarrassing bulge in the towel.

"Whoa!" said Amy as she walked in and shut the door. "Hiya! What are you guys up to?" Her eyebrows were raised because not only was Alan wearing a towel, but Katherine was sitting in the bathtub completely nude, not even attempting to cover herself.

"I'm shaving Kat's private parts," Alan replied casually, as if Katherine's nudity wasn't even worth mentioning. "It's a long story. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure," said Amy happily. "I love stories."

Alan was relieved that Amy seemed to take Katherine's nudity in stride. Somehow, he'd suspected that would be the case, since they all knew well that Amy was very much in favor of nudity.

He explained briefly how Katherine had forgotten her panties and how he'd had to help by painting a pair on her during lunch. He skipped over the incestuous parts, like how he'd repeatedly fingered her and how he'd used binoculars to watch her at practice. As he kept talking, he realized he didn't really have an explanation for why she had to keep her pussy shaven for a full week.

"So then," he said as he winged it, "um, it turns out the reason why Kat forgot to wear her underwear was because she lost them. So we special-ordered another pair, but they won't be ready until next week. In the meantime, we thought she should keep doing this paint thing until the new underwear comes in. It's really no big deal. Happens all the time. Do you remember how, who was it, Demi Moore, had a painted-on suit on a magazine cover a few years back?"

"Yeah, I think so. But why not just wear different underwear?" asked Amy.

Good question, thought Alan. "Ummmm, ... because we went shopping but we couldn't find any that were the right size, shape and color. You know how they're a special cut. You can't find them everywhere, especially in black."

He'd made up the 'special cut' and everything else, but Amy seemed to completely believe his absurd explanation even though she was a cheerleader herself and wore the same kind of panties.

"M'kay," was her only reaction. "So why are you shaving her now?"

"Well, on Friday we thought that her hair down there might be showing. But if it's smooth nobody will notice that her panties are painted on."

"Wow, that's really weird," Amy said with more emotion. "You're really brave, Kat. I hope I never lose my cheerleader underwear! Then I'd have to cheer without any panties too! That would be scary!" She unconsciously grabbed at her crotch.

"Yeah, it's scary," Katherine replied. "It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Do you promise not to mention this to anyone else - to not talk about it unless it's just us three?"

"Sure! I've been good with the secret about the bet, haven't I? All these secrets about panties lately - it's funny!" Amy laughed.

Alan and Katherine **** themselves to laugh with her. They'd gotten a little less cautious about keeping the noise down, now that Amy had confirmed that the coast was still clear.

Then Amy asked Katherine, "So does that mean you're completely smooth down there?"

"I sure am," Katherine replied. "Alan was just finishing. Would you like to see it?"

"M'kay!" Amy clapped her hands together in happiness while moving in closer for a better look.

Katherine used the shower wand to rinse off the shaving cream.

"Wow! I've never seen anything like that before. Mine is really hairy."

Feeling emboldened, Katherine decided to take a chance. "It feels really different. Would you like to feel it?"

"Can I?" Amy asked with obvious curiosity.

Katherine nodded. She thought, Aims is such a nice person, but she can sure be an airhead sometimes. I can't believe she's buying this!

Amy knelt by the tub and began to rub her fingers over and around Katherine's pussy. "It feels so smooth..." she said. "I think I like it better than mine. Mine is too hairy!" She suddenly pulled her hand away.

"Why did you stop rubbing, Aims?" asked Katherine, as if she were offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

"Yeah, but I just remembered that I'm not supposed to touch there. Mom told me I'm not allowed to touch myself down there, like, at all! So I don't think I'd be allowed to touch your naughty place either."

Alan cut in and pointed out, "Remember what I told you before. The rules Aunt Suzy has given you don't apply to close friends like Sis and me. Your mom's trying to protect you from strangers."

Katherine added, "So if you want to keep rubbing, I don't mind at all. Especially that little nub at the top. Make sure to rub that a lot. Did Aunt Suzy say why you shouldn't touch yourself?"

"No. I don't remember. I just remember she said that it was bad. Very bad." She still kept her hands away from Kat.

"That's because of all the hair," said Katherine. She felt very naughty because she was actually enjoying telling these seemingly harmless lies. "You've heard about STDs - sexually transmitted diseases - haven't you?"

"Yes," said Amy bashfully.

"That's how they often get transmitted, by things living in the hair. So if you touch your hairy pussy, you might get sick. But since I'm shaven I don't have that problem."

"Oooh, that sounds great! I wanna get shaved too! Bo, would you shave me? Please? Pretty please?"

Alan considered the idea. Kat wasn't the only one feeling pretty naughty. We shouldn't really be taking advantage of Aims like this; she's so innocent and naïve. Aunt Suzy is always saying that we have to protect her.

But that thought came without conviction. Still, how can I resist? She's almost as scorching hot as her mother. Although ... What if we get caught? With the three of us in here, it would be real trouble! But I'm sure that no one will be back for at least two hours, so maybe it's worth the risk.

Finally he answered, "Okay, but just wait a minute; I have to get some stuff." He ran to his room to get some clothing, then grabbed some of Katherine's clothing from her room too. He figured that if they were all wearing clothes, that would stop things from going too far, so he wouldn't totally betray his need to protect Amy.

By the time he got back, Amy had already taken off all her clothes. She stood there smiling, completely buck naked.

"I didn't want her to get her shirt wet," Katherine explained, barely suppressing a knowing giggle.

Alan had previously seen Amy naked a surprising number of times, but always too briefly to get a really good look. He'd gotten the impression that she wanted to be a nudist, because there had been plenty of times when he'd walked in on her only to find her almost completely undressed. Sometimes it had even happened in his own house! But, each time, she'd very quickly covered up with her hands or put her clothes back on.

There were other times when she'd worn only the barest of outfits. For instance, one time he'd spent several hours posing for her as she sketched him while wearing only a minimal, almost-transparent bikini. He'd had an erection nearly the entire time, and a bad case of blue balls.

He had the impression that she simply didn't understand the effect that her curvaceous body had on men, just as she maybe didn't understand why people wore clothes in the first place. It had been extremely frustrating for a horny young guy like him.

Now he could stare at her as long as he liked. Aims really does have a hairy pussy, much more so than Sis did. I wonder what she'll look like when she's bald down there. Only one way to find out!

He looked at the clothes he was carrying, and then down at the towel he was wearing. He decided that the clothes really weren't essential and the towel would suffice. If Aims and Kat want to be naked, that's okay. In fact, that's awesome! The main thing is that my dick needs to stay hidden by this towel. Otherwise, there's no telling what'll happen, and I certainly don't want to get Aunt Suzy that pissed off at me.

Chapter 9

Alan had Amy sit on the far rim of the tub, bracing her feet against the near-side rim with her legs spread wide. Katherine didn't really need to be in the tub, but had remained sitting there and now looked like she didn't want to move. This left her sitting crosswise to Amy with her legs below Amy's. Since she was sitting upright, this placement left Amy's legs at chest level right in front of her.

Alan knelt next to the tub where he could reach between Amy's legs to her pussy. Once he was in position, he took a good, close look at her bush. His erection was now below the tub edge, out of her line of sight. He decided, Once again, I can't help but conclude this is a pussy that needs a good, solid fucking! Unfortunately, today just isn't the time, especially with Ron in town. But no reason not to have a little fun, right? Let's see just how far she lets me go with her. He used a washcloth wet with hot water to soften her pussy hair, then covered the area around her snatch with shaving cream, preparing to shave it.

He was looking for an excuse to put his fingers in her pussy because he couldn't resist the temptation to explore. "Um, Aims, sometimes shaving down there can make a woman break out in a rash. You can get red and bumpy all over. Especially the first time, it happens a lot. You can also get a rash and bumps on the inside of your vagina, which is really bad, 'cos you might not even be aware of it. So while I'm shaving you, I think it's best if I check inside your vagina with my fingers to see if any bumps are developing. If they are, then we might have to stop for a while and get that problem fixed first. Is that okay with you?"

Alan half expected Amy to say, "What do you take me for, a complete idiot?"

But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice.

Since Kat was sitting right there, with good sight angles on Amy's pussy, he asked her to do the shaving. He said, "Amy, I'm going to have Kat shave you, because she's a girl too so she knows that part of a girl's anatomy really well. Also, she's at a better angle to shave you carefully, so that she doesn't nick you. While she's doing that I'll just check you for bumps."

With that, he began to finger her pussy while Kat started to shave her.

Katherine sat with Amy's leg pressed against her breasts, carefully shaving Amy's pussy. She was obviously having great difficulty holding back her laughter.

"We don't want to cut you," Alan continued, "so whatever you do, don't move a muscle. Don't even turn your head. Keep your eyes closed too. Really closed."

Amy immediately squeezed her eyes shut.

Katherine took that as an all-clear sign and began to lewdly finger herself with her other hand, alternating with her shaving strokes on Amy. She went all out, stimulating her clit with her thumb while probing within her cunt with curled fingers for her own G-spot.

From his position, Alan could see what his sister was doing to herself. He figured that Amy would remain totally unaware of it because of her position and her eyes being shut so tightly. The whole lewd scene really turned him on.

They both counted on Amy being obedient; she wasn't about to disobey and run the risk of being cut by the razor when she'd been told to hold still.

Alan had gotten incredibly aroused by his **** of Amy's trust and by what Kat was doing. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Below the tub edge, his erection stood straight out between his legs, pointing through the tub wall straight at Amy's cunt. His hardness was completely unencumbered.

He began to stroke himself slowly, in synch with fingering Amy. But he was careful not to take it too far, for fear she would feel his motion coupled through his body and open her eyes to see what he was doing.

He told himself, Even if Aims were to open her eyes, which is pretty unlikely, she probably wouldn't see what else we're doing before we had time to stop. Besides, she trusts us so much that we'd be able to talk our way out of it, I'm sure. The main thing is that we're still not corrupting her too badly - as long as I keep my cock away from her pussy.

Time passed. No one was in a big hurry. Katherine didn't do much shaving at all, because she was much more interested in playing with herself and watching her brother play with himself. She shaved a little of Amy's pussy hair every now and then. Sometimes she had to move the hand that had been stimulating her own pussy directly to Amy's crotch to hold Amy's leg clear while she shaved the edges of Amy's pussy. Then it would dive right back to her own crotch to play some more. She shaved Amy at just a fast enough pace to keep the pretense going.

Meanwhile, Alan was having a field day playing with Amy's pussy. He said, "Aims, you have a remarkably tight pussy, do you know that?" He meant it too. It wasn't that he had enough experience with pussies to make comparisons, but she was gripping his probing fingers so tightly, apparently involuntarily, that he figured (correctly) that it was uncommon.

She replied, "Nope. Is that really true?"

"I think so. And that makes checking you for bumps really difficult. I can hardly check anything at all right now. But I've heard that if one fingers a pussy long enough, the muscles relax and it kinda opens up. Then I'll be able to probe deeper and really figure out what's going on with all those bumps."

Amy added, "And things'll get kinda squishy too. That'll help you, won't it?"

"It will. In fact, things are getting pretty squishy already. But that's good."

"M'kay. Cool. But please hurry up, will you? 'Cos I'm feeling all weird and tingly down there."

Katherine said encouragingly, "That's good too. The more tingly you feel, the more relaxed you'll get. So just give in to those tingly feelings."

Amy raised her eyebrows, even as she kept her eyes closed. "Are you sure? 'Cos right now, I'm feeling really tingly. Super double duper WAY tingly, even."

After a few more minutes, Katherine finished shaving Amy, so she put the razor down. Even going at a snail's pace, she couldn't prolong the shaving forever.

But Alan said, "Hold on, Aims. We're not done yet. We still need to get to the bottom of this 'bumps' issue. You're finally relaxing some, so I'm making progress. We can't stop now."

"Awww. Do we have to keep going? I'm feeling so way weird. I've never felt this way before!"

Now that Katherine had finished the shaving, she was able to concentrate on fingering herself fulltime. She asked Amy, "Does it feel good?"

"Ohmigod! It feels soooo good! Bo, you can totally check me for bumps anytime you want!"

Alan loved the sound of that. Between the joy he got from getting Amy so aroused and the pleasure from his self-stroking, he was losing all control. He constantly ran his fingers around the inside walls of her pussy, as if he were really checking for bumps. Plus, it turned out his comment about needing her to relax so he could go deeper was not complete bullshit. Once that happened, he was able to push his fingers into her as far as they could go, as if he were checking for the really hard-to-reach bumps.

After a minute or two, it became clear that Amy was struggling really hard not to writhe around while sitting on the tub edge, since she'd been told to keep completely still. She asked rather urgently, "Can we stop for a minute? I'm having a really way super hard time not moving. I think it's your checking for bumps. It's making me not just tingly but downright shaky!"

He grinned; she was just too cute. "Alright, I'll stop, but keep your eyes closed and hold still." He realized this was for the best, since it was obvious that Amy was about to climax and he wanted to prolong her pleasure if he could.

Cumming was something Katherine had done just a minute or two earlier, and fairly noisily, too.

Even with his intermittent stroking, Alan was getting pretty near his own climax, mostly due to the eroticism of what they were doing to Amy. He stopped stroking himself to take a strategic pause.

"Tell me, Aims," he said while they all waited and recovered. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No, but I've heard about it though," she replied brightly. "What's it like?"

At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?" Amy asked.

Finally, Alan responded, "Well, it's just that masturbating is somewhat like checking for bumps. But it's kind of different."

"Oh! Well then, I think I'll like it," she said in her usual bubbly manner. "'Cos I totally like this!"

"I think we can continue, so keep still," Alan finally said after everyone seemed to calm down and his boner was ready for more stroking pleasure. "Before we finish up here, we need to complete our checking for bumps."

Amy asked, "But aren't you already reaching into me as far as you can get?"

He had to think fast. "That's true. But the bumps might only start showing up around now. That allergic reaction can often be delayed some minutes after the shaving is done, so it's good to keep checking for bumps for a while."

"M'kay. I'll try to keep still," said Amy out of the corners of her mouth, "But it's really hard to do when you're checking for bumps."

"Do your best," Alan said. "Now that we're not shaving you, it's okay if you have to move around some, but definitely keep your eyes closed no matter what."

He began to finger her pussy again, working on her G-spot more vigorously this time.

Seeing that he was back in action, now that she wasn't shaving Amy, Katherine reached over the tub edge and began massaging his very needy erection. He was so aroused by playing with Amy's cunt that the addition of what Katherine was doing to him was almost more than he could bear.

Amy soon began to wriggle around in response to Alan's fingers.

"That's okay, Aims. Move around if you have to, but don't even think of opening your eyes!" Alan added this last part because Katherine was blatantly masturbating him only a few feet in front of Amy. It might be very bad news if Amy were to open her eyes, but he was so close to cumming by this point that he threw caution to the wind.

In fact, he was so horny that the thought occurred to him, Hey, Aims is a totally hot fox and she's sitting in the nude right before me. Why am I only playing with her pussy and acting like the rest of her body is a no-go zone?

He said, "Aims, it seems like you've been working out a lot lately. You're looking really fit. Is it okay if I check out just how fit you are?"

"M'kay. Hey, I'm glad you noticed, 'cos I've been losing weight. I was starting to get a little bit chubby."

"Well, you're definitely not chubby now, that's for sure." He ran his free hand up to her firm tummy, and then slowly caressed down to one of her hips.

She sucked in her breath. "Mmmm! I don't know if you should do that. I'm super tingly already, and that's making me even MORE tingly!"

He had been alarmed at first at her resistance, but relaxed when she shared the reason why she wanted him to stop. "Don't worry about it. Tingly is good. You definitely have a body you can be proud of." He loved running his hand over her smooth skin, maybe even more than fingering her pussy, since he'd been doing the latter for such a long time already.

She replied proudly, "Really? Wow! I've been working out really hard every day to get in shape for you."

Alan didn't really notice the "for you" comment since he was so extremely aroused, but Katherine did. She was starting to get a little jealous, since Alan was focusing so much of his attention on Amy while Katherine was the one now doing the work to make his cock feel really good. She asked, suspiciously, "'For you'?"

Amy replied, "Yeah, for you. For all you guys, so you'll be proud of me and won't think I'm the fatty around here. It's you all who matter; I don't care what a bunch of lame-o strangers at the school think."

Alan leapt on that opportunity. "Well, you're not fat. Trust me. Although you do have some fatty tissue, for instance up here. It looks good on you." He bravely reached up and caressed one of Amy's big breasts.

Amy responded by sucking in her breath and moaning, "Ooooh..."

Katherine didn't like that at all; she was growing very jealous. So she reached out and grabbed Alan's exploring hand. When he looked at her, she gave him a disapproving look, like he was pushing their luck too far.

He didn't notice her anger because he realized that she was right: he probably was pushing their luck too far. He let go of Amy's boob and went back to just fingering her for a while.

But, as it turned out, it didn't make any real difference because he couldn't take all the stimulation anymore. He urgently tapped Katherine's shoulder to get her attention, then made a face to let her know he'd just passed the point of no return.

Between fingering herself and giving Alan a handjob, Katherine had been having such a great time that she hadn't given serious consideration to what to do if and when Alan actually had to cum. She only had a second or so to react, so she instinctively pointed the tip of his dick at the side of the tub. His cum landed all over it, making soft splatting noises, but Amy seemed not to notice.

Alan was a bit chagrined when his climax ended and he'd recovered enough to see what a mess he'd made. It looked very incriminating. But then he realized that his towel was within reach, so he used it to wipe the outside of the tub. He hoped that if Amy noticed the white blobs on the towel, she'd mistake them for shaving cream.

When he saw that his sister had reached another climax of her own a minute later, he said, "Okay, I think we're done." He made sure the towel was securely around his waist again as he sat up on the edge of the tub.

"Done?" said Amy, eyes still closed. "Are ... are you sure you don't need to check for any more bumps? I had a really interesting feeling. I think it might be really good if you check for bumps a little more - for at least another minute!"

Amy's slit was leaking a lot of juice; she was obviously right on the verge of a major climax as well (though she apparently didn't recognize it as such). Her labia were distended and had darkened considerably from the blood that had rushed to her groin due to Alan's stimulation.

The smell of her vaginal juices wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils. "Are you feeling flush and tingly?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Very flush and very tingly!"

"I'm afraid you may be getting an allergic reaction," he lied. "Sometimes it doesn't just manifest itself with bumps, but there are other symptoms. When that happens it's important to check for bumps even more vigorously. We'll do that again in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, let me clean the last of the shaving cream off you." He picked up the shower wand and rinsed her pussy, paying particular attention to letting the water hit her now exposed clit, as well as cleaning the shaving cream and juices from her thighs. When she shook in a water-stream-induced climax, he turned off the shower wand and said "Now you can open your eyes and check out your new look!"

As Amy came out of her climax, she opened her eyes and looked down at her pubic mound. But that wasn't good enough, so she got off the tub and stood up, walking in front of the bathroom mirror. "Wow," she exclaimed as she stood there in the nude. "Neat-o!" Her shaved pussy made her look a year or two younger, although she couldn't logically be that young, given the size of her impressive boobs.

"It looks great!" said Katherine. She lifted herself out of the bathtub, knelt in front of Amy's pussy, and asked, "Can I touch it now? You know, to check out my shaving job."

"Sure!" said Amy.

"Feels smooth..." Katherine cooed as she ran her fingers over it.

"Oh, geez, Louise! That makes me tingly too. Everything is just too tingly today!" Amy giggled.

Katherine giggled too, all the while touching Amy's most sensitive spots, including her clit, deliberately ramping up her arousal yet again.

"Does that mean I can touch myself down there now?" Amy asked a few moments later.

"Yes. But keep it a secret, okay? Everything in here today is totally a secret."

"M'kay!"

"That reminds me," said Katherine. "I think it's time we check for more bumps. Don't you think so, Bro?"

Alan was pretty wiped out from his orgasm, since guys couldn't recover as quickly as girls. So he just said, "Yes. Definitely a good idea, Sis. Why don't you help her out this time?"

Katherine began to thrust two fingers into Amy. She passed a knowing look to Alan, who had ended up standing behind Amy, while playfully motioning with her free hand that he should take off his towel.

He shook his head 'No.' Now that he'd climaxed, his duty to protect Amy from getting too involved sexually had come back to the fore. He was sort-of okay with what they'd done so far, but he figured it would be prudent to keep his dick away from her.

"Make sure to check all the hard-to-reach places, Sis," he added helpfully. Although his penis was now helplessly flaccid, he was still getting off at the sight of his sister fingering Amy's pussy and working her clit.

Amy flailed her arms every which way, while once again closing her eyes. "Oooh! This feels so totally weird! Kat, I'm feeling so ... so ... GOOD! God! What do I do with my hands?"

Alan's libido was still at the fore so he suggested, "Grab your boobs!" Then he needed some excuse for that, so he added, "Um, see if things are tingly up there too!"

She not only grabbed at her boobs, but she started fondling them. Within seconds, she said, "Oooh! Things are really tingly here too. What does that mean?"

He couldn't think of a quick answer to that, so he changed the subject. "You can open your eyes now if you want."

She opened her eyes and looked down at Katherine's probing fingers. "Ooooh! Wow. That looks really weird." She giggled. "Kat, you look really sexy doing that."

"Um, thanks." Katherine wasn't sure how she should reply to that. She wasn't as good as Alan at thinking up on-the-spot bullshit explanations.

Alan realized that, and changed the topic again. He didn't want them to talk about sex, since they were supposedly just "checking for bumps" rather than doing something sexual. He said to Amy, "Now that we've shaved your pussy, you'll need help keeping it shaven in the future. As you can see, it's a two- or even three-person job. It has to be shaved very closely, and each time it's important to check for bumps, especially since you were feeling flush and tingly. You can have Sis or me help you out anytime. When you first start shaving a pussy, it's important to shave it at least a few times a week."

He decided to throw caution to the wind, since she seemed to believe everything he said on this topic. "Actually, it wouldn't hurt to shave it every day."

"Y-y-yes," replied a very aroused Amy. Her big boobs jiggled and shook along with the rest of her body, which made Alan start to think of excuses to play with them as well.

Katherine turned her head back to Alan and smiled widely. She mouthed the word "Thanks" at him, because she loved the idea of "checking Amy's bumps" on a daily basis. The possibilities for fun seemed endless, particularly now that she found herself lusting after Amy quite a bit.

After a minute or two, Alan asked, "Little Sister, how is it going there? Have you found any bumps?" By this point, Amy was rotating her hips wildly as Kat fondled her clit.

"Well, Very Big Brother, funny you should-"

But Alan never got to hear if the elusive bumps had been found, because at that very moment he heard the faint sound of the garage door opening. He interrupted his sister and said, "We have to go! Aims, Mom is home and I don't think she'd understand what we were doing here. You know how prudish she is. You two take your clothes and go to Kat's room immediately. Now! I'll clean up in here."

Katherine reinforced the message by saying, "Yeah, you know our mom. She can be so stuck in her fuddy-duddy ways. It's better if we keep this whole shaving thing a secret from her. I wouldn't be surprised if she thought shaving down there is some kind of sin."

Luckily, Amy seemed to sympathize. "Yeah, I know what you mean. My mom is totally that way too. I mean, she won't even let me go naked except when I'm alone in my room. Talk about a total bummer! I'm glad you two are way more cool than that."

They had a few minutes before Susan was likely to head upstairs, so they managed to wrap everything up without suspicion. As it turned out, Susan stayed in the kitchen for a while putting away groceries before she came upstairs.

Alan took a shower, to better cover their tracks. Even though it could only have been his mother at that hour, he was still shaken by how close they'd come to being caught.

Chapter 10

Katherine ignored the boundaries that Alan and Susan had set, pushing things as far as she could without getting caught.

An example of that occurred that very evening. While Katherine and Alan ate their enchiladas at one end of the table, talking and facing each other, Susan and Ron were engaged in a different conversation at the other end of the table.

Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She peeled it, but instead of biting into it, she started to lick it. Katherine had previously toyed on several occasions with seductively eating phallic-shaped food, but it had stopped after Susan's resurgence of morality. Now, for the first time, she dared to be really seductive even though her father was sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan's taste. He kicked her shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped.

But rather than give up altogether, she peeled the banana completely and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren't looking, she would pick up the banana again and lick it just like a prick, even focusing on where the frenulum would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again.

It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind.

Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it this time, while grinning madly.

But Alan whispered urgently, "Stop that right now! Sis, please! Are you fucking insane?! For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you'll never do it again?"

"Never? Awww, that's no fun. Don't you like it?" She pulled the banana out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. But not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. "At least never when Ron's at home, okay? Please?"

She paused in her licking, and asked, "And in return I get what?"

"Aside from me not going to prison or getting killed by him, I'll owe you one."

"If you promise to do any favor I say, I'll keep my word."

"Okay, but just one favor."

She stopped and smiled. "Excellent. That means I won't have to just practice on bananas."

"What's that dear? Something about practice?" Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine's last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, "Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas."

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. "That Heather," she tut-tutted.

However, Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest from the close call. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually naïve.

The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummer parents had planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had them once or twice a year.

The party had no relevance to Alan's sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly cute and surprisingly buxom party attendee named Brenda Hunter, and talked to her for a while. Before speaking to her, she had already found out a few basic facts: Brenda was extremely rich, going through a divorce, and a year or two younger than herself.

Suzanne and Brenda chatted about inconsequential things. But while they were doing so, Suzanne was busy considering Brenda's potential. She thought, It's too bad Sweetie isn't here to see her.

(Like Katherine, Alan had been hiding out upstairs since the party began, because they didn't enjoy mingling with people a generation older than they were.)

Suzanne continued to reflect on Brenda. For a "tit man," Brenda's gotta be some kind of grand slam home run in the last game of the World Series. Not only are her breasts immense - even larger than mine or Susan's! - but they have great round form, high on her chest, with her nipples nicely centered. And, more crucially, the rest of her body is just as fantastic. Cute face too. She's got the whole package.

There aren't a lot of women who I'd put in the same league as Susan or myself. In fact, basically NO other women. I know that's not very modest, but a fact is a fact. Possibly my old college roommate and one or two others. But Brenda, she definitely qualifies!

In fact, beauty as great as hers shouldn't be wasted. Now that I'm well on my way to sexual utopia, shouldn't she have a place in my grand scheme? Okay, granted, I'd like to get my hands on her massive tits too, but once I do, what's the end game? Where would she fit in? She's definitely a MILF, at least in the body department, but what about the rest of her?

The chief question is, what to do with her? For starters, I need to know a LOT more about her. Looks are just a foot in the door. There are many other factors that matter too.

The two of them continued to chat, but Suzanne steered the discussion to subtly probe about Brenda's personality, interests, intelligence, background, and much, much more. She monopolized her for nearly the entire party. By the evening's end, thanks in part to frequently refilling Brenda's wine glass, she was even able to get Brenda to confide a surprising amount of information about Brenda's sex life and sexual desires. And Suzanne was so clever about it all, with frequent disarming revelations about herself, that Brenda never even knew that she'd just been thoroughly tested.

Suzanne was impressed. She'd found no red flags, and she'd learned much that suggested Brenda had great, and largely untapped, sexual potential. The only possible fly in the ointment was the fact that she had a child, a teenage son named Adrian who was just a couple of years younger than Alan. But while that was likely to limit Brenda's freedom, Suzanne figured it probably wasn't a deal breaker.

Later that evening, when the party had ended and Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne quizzed Susan about Brenda too. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan's acquaintance Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn't seen her in a while, and she'd never talked to her extensively before. She figured Susan might know some things that she'd missed.

Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn't been doing much socializing, but she appeared to be on the emotional rebound. Even though the divorce wasn't finalized, she'd largely put it behind her, and she seemed to be on the lookout for a new man in her life.

"Excellent," Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together. She'd heard much the same from Brenda herself, but it was good to get independent confirmation.

"Uh-oh," Susan said suspiciously. "Do you have some scheme in mind? You've been known to dream up a scheme or two in the past, to say the least."

"Not a scheme, exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better."

"May I ask why? She's all right, but not exactly my close friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper."

"Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I've literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She's bigger in that area than you or me, and that's saying something."

Susan passed along some old gossip. "Rumor has it that those boobs of hers were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her, and that there wasn't a third reason. But what's your point about her?"

"Sweetie still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his big daily quota. You're certainly not helping; I've seen that you've even avoided touching him like he has the plague. You won't even hug the poor guy!"

Susan suddenly recalled some of her previous hugs with Alan, when she'd rubbed her bare tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the memory.

She leaned forward and whispered, "Suzanne! Please, have mercy! Ron is home. You know that."

Suzanne replied, "I'm only talking about hugs and visual stimulation and things like that. I understand your position, but you don't have to treat him like a leper."

Susan didn't know what to say. She worried that even a motherly hug with her son could lead her down a slippery slope. Her eyes went wide as she imagined first hugging Alan, and then kissing him on the lips. In her vision, the next thing she knew, she was naked and on her knees, happily sucking on Alan's erection.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed out loud as she clutched at her chest.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

Suzanne noted that reaction and had a pretty good guess what Susan was thinking. But she played dumb and continued, "Brenda's the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so, so, soooo busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just by letting him look at her." She didn't add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often, and hopefully eventually do more than just look.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon. However, she was **** to do so, because she was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could hope to even come close in matching Susan's looks, but Brenda was one of them. Mostly, Susan loved the way Alan loved her 38G rack, and she was envious of Brenda's even larger one.

Suzanne could sense Susan's ****. She was going to make sure that both of them followed through. She still didn't have an exact plan, but she figured something would come to her as she learned more and the situation continued to evolve.

Chapter 11

Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne and Katherine and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as ever, his thoughts often returned to her as well.

That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together and that led to some very vivid erotic fantasies.

In his waking dream, Susan was back in her prudish mode in the wake of their wild Tuesday. At least she started that way, but that didn't last for long. Standing in his room while wearing typical soccer mom clothes, it appeared at first that she was giving him a prudish lecture. "Alan, lately I've been very concerned about your behavior."

"Uh-oh. What did I do?"

She looked at him sternly with disapproval. "It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do. You're surrounded by very beautiful women. Do you realize that?"

"Um, yes I do. Between you, Aunt Suzy, Amy, and Sis, I'm pretty damn lucky."

She came closer to where he sat on his bed. "Watch your language there, buster. But it's true that you are. And we all know you have a very special condition. You need a lot of female inspiration and even ... stimulation." As she said that, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

He was shocked, not to mention aroused. He shifted where he sat to hide his suddenly surging erection. "Um, Mom! What are you doing?!"

Still looking stern, she pulled her dark blue top up to her shoulders, revealing that she wore no bra. Her big globes took a long time to bounce back into place. "Tiger, consider the women around you a resource to help you. You need to take advantage. Yes, take FULL advantage!" The speed with which she'd gone from motherly to horny in his fantasy was most impressive.

Even in his dream, he didn't know how to react at first. In real life, he happily stroked his hard-on under his covers.

She sat down on the bed next to him and put a hand on his nearest knee. She continued in a more tender and understanding, not to mention sultry, tone. She hefted her bare orbs up. "Look. You know that you have a big-titted mommy. I love that you love that." She flashed him a winning and loving smile.

She continued with renewed worry, "But I'm concerned. There's so much more to me. To us! It's true we're all busty, but what about the rest of our bodies?" As she spoke, she pulled her panties down and off her legs. "Look, Son! Look between my thighs. I have a pussy too. Sometimes I think you forget that." She moved next to the bed and slowly spread her legs to showcase her bush.

Alan was shocked. Even though he was mostly still awake, his fantasy had taken a life of its own, and he hadn't expected that at all.

With her legs still wide, she took his hand and brought it to her face. "And what about my mouth? Feel my lips!"

Since his hand was there already, he traced a finger around her lips, red with lipstick. He found it surprisingly arousing, especially with the way they trembled with desire.

"Son, these are cocksucking lips. I know now that God gave me these lips to suck your cock and your cock alone. Consider them a resource to use and even ****. Yes, ****. In other words, sometimes I want you to fuck my face!"

That floored him, but the surprises were only beginning. She turned around and lay face down on the bed next to him, partially kneeling to keep her now completely bare ass up in the air. "And let's talk about my ass. Yes, let's. Son, this is an ass that needs to be fondled! By your hands, yes! Mmmm! But even better, by your cock! Yes, you heard me! I want you to rub your great big cock all over my ass cheeks! Smear your pre-cum everywhere as you take claim! Take claim of my ass ... and the rest of me! Then I want you to stick your cock BETWEEN my ass cheeks, doggy-style!"

His voice was shaky as he asked, "Mom, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your Mommy!" She wiggled and waved her ass cheeks at him.

He'd just been sitting there all the while and he'd never taken his clothes off, but since it was just a semi-waking dream, his clothes had come off on their own at some point. As he got up on his knees behind her, he asked, "But what about Ron?"

"What about him? I just had a little talk with him, and he admitted that he had missed the boat. He's been so remiss in his conjugal duties that he's lost the right to touch me!" She wiggled her ass even more vigorously as she continued, "I belong to you now! He admits it! In fact, he's the one who sent me down here!"

In his waking dream Alan began rubbing his cock all over her ass cheeks in the exact way she'd been describing, while in real life he was frantically jacking off. In both his dream and reality his pre-cum flowed copiously, but in his dream his pre-cum also managed to turn her ass sticky in the exact way she'd described. He asked incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack! Son, the best way for you to 'do your thing' is to do it deep in my cunt! Fuck me now! Fuck me daily! And not just me. Suzanne, Angel, Amy, we all agree. We want to be your fuck bunnies. But we drew straws and I get to go first!" She wiggled her ass even more insistently, causing his boner to slip and slide against it.

He got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he shouted in real life and not just in his fantasy. "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!"

Susan happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. She happened to be wearing nothing but her bra and panties as she went through her nightly rituals, which included changing into her nightgown. (Ron was busy using the other bathroom, off their bedroom, at the same time.) Oh no. My son is calling for help, she thought. She immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room. Since it was just across the hallway, she was there in seconds.

He was so preoccupied with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside. "Mom! Unnh! Oh God!" he cried again.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!" He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he was lying in bed jacking himself off. The dream had been so intense that at some point he'd kicked his sheets down his body without realizing it.

She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him just as he began to cum.

Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target. Ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening.

"Oh God, Tiger, NO!" she yelled out as cum began to land on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing it at all.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to him that everything was going in slow motion, as if he were watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly his brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his prick and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an unusually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. The sight of his cum as it dripped off her skin turned him on, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but a very revealing set of bra and panties. Because she'd been standing so close when he began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his dick deflated rapidly. "I didn't know you'd come in; I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his shrinking dick as his hands now desperately tried to conceal it. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Son, that was so wrong, terribly wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you-"

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway: "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both Alan and Susan thought they were caught for sure.

But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute."

Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum. Please, God, please! Don't let it end like this! I'll do anything you want! Anything! I'll be good! So good!

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with him?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son," Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps me."

"Th-thanks, Father!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice.

He and Susan waited, still as statues, until they thought Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest; he'd never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a heart-attack victim within weeks!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. If anything, she was even more frightened than he was. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look, and some of the fun we had on Tuesday. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Son, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend, and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?" She looked down at her cum-soaked and nearly naked body. But she was so shaken up by the close call with Ron that she didn't feel that aroused.

"Here, use a towel," he suggested. He desperately wanted to ask her if she'd had sex with Ron since Ron had come back, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject. So he didn't say any more.

She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself more thoroughly.

In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath. She went to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of her son's cum. The adrenaline rush of almost getting caught was wearing off, and the fact that she was covered with incestuous cum was coming to the fore and making her aroused.

There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself wiping up his cum with her hand and putting it in her mouth.

Dear Lord, it's like a ****! It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique and delicious, or I'd be tempted to give blowjobs to every man I came across. Well, not really. I'm hardly some kind of common hussy. But still, if all cum was like this, even Ron would get lucky pretty often!

How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before last Tuesday.

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please! It's just too yummy!

In an unexpected burst of resolve, Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. That washed most of the cum away, and when it was all gone she came to her senses.

She concluded the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed of herself and Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed.