Show Me: Part 4

Chapter 10

Amy was so excited to hear those words that she gave her mother a big bear hug, yelling "YEAH!"

That would have been relatively innocuous, except for all of the cum on Amy's chest.

Suzanne couldn't help herself - she "readjusted her position" several times, which meant she slid her big tits against Amy's, further smearing the cum between them.

Alan had been watching the interaction closely. After all, how could he not be interested in two beautiful, naked women who were rubbing their big racks together and spreading his cum all over each other? He stood up and walked closer to them so he could have an even better look. He tucked his flaccid penis away as he did so, then zipped up his fly.

He found that the spectacle was becoming even more entertaining, because Amy was so excited that she kissed Suzanne on the face as well. True, it was a series of pecks across her face, not a lip-to-lip kiss, but her facial cheeks kept rubbing against her mother's, smearing his cum between their faces.

Suzanne shivered, repeatedly. She was trying very hard not to get aroused, but she'd developed a Pavlovian reaction to the mere smell of Alan's cum. And feeling it smearing onto her skin was even more of a thrill. Plus, Amy's naked body was soft and tempting.

Amy turned to Alan while still hugging Suzanne tightly. "Hey Bo? Do you mind if I try that some more tomorrow?"

"Do I mind? Of course not, Aims! It's my great pleasure if you want to suck it any time."

"Oh goody!" She bounced up and down on her feet, causing her tits to slide even more against Suzanne's. "I promise I'll be better next time. Tomorrow! Definitely! Can I really suck it some more tomorrow?!"

Alan nodded, smiling at her happiness.

Suzanne winced and clenched her teeth. She was attempting to simply hug her daughter, but all the cum-slicked bouncing and tit-mashing was filling her with a strong desire to kiss and fondle.

"COOL! That's so awesome!" Amy bounced up and down even more vigorously while still hugging her mother. That set off a massive tit-quake between them, as their cummy boobs bounced around while they remained more or less pressed together.

Suzanne began to reach for her clothes in the underwear cabinet. The cabinet was almost within reach, but Amy was so excited and happy that she wouldn't let go of her.

Then it occurred to Suzanne that even if she was freed to dress, she and Amy couldn't exactly return home with Amy's face and chest dripping with Alan's cum, not to mention her own increasingly cummy condition. She had a strong desire to lick the cum right off her daughter's face, and she stuck her tongue out. But she stopped before she started when the incestuous implications hit her.

She turned to Alan and complained, "Look at us!" She pulled slightly back, exposing how both full racks were smeared all over. She wiped a finger across her cummy left cheek, drawing attention to the condition of her face as well. "Why did you have to give her such a big load? Jesus H. Christ! And after a full day of sexual fun, no doubt. Amy, what are we going to do with all this cum?"

"I guess I'll go wash my face," Amy replied. She finally broke the hug as she started for the bathroom.

But Suzanne's pussy was throbbing, and in fact her entire body was on fire with arousal. That affected her thinking when she countered, "If you do that, we'll never hear the end of it from Susan. One important thing you have to realize, Honey Pie, is that Alan can only produce a certain amount of cum per day. So you don't want to waste a drop if you can help it. Why don't you lick up and eat what remains here. That's your reward for giving him an orgasm. Here. Let me show you."

Suzanne encouragingly ate some streaks of cum that had ended up on her skin after hugging her daughter.

She did it with such enthusiasm that Amy eagerly followed suit with the much more copious amounts dripping all over herself. "Yummy! Mmmm. Mom, why is Alan's cum so delicious?"

Suzanne explained as she scooped more cum into her mouth, "It's his diet: lots of sweet fruit, and not much that's bitter."

Amy's tits were still pressed against her mother's, with their nipples sometimes touching. She had a hand on Suzanne's ass helping to keep them together. She swiped up some cum from Suzanne's chin and ate it. "Mmmm! Mom, I'll bet he tastes even better when you've sucked and sucked for a super long time and he finally blows right into your mouth! Is that true?"

"It is. People value things more when they have to work hard for it. That's human nature." She paused to swipe a cum gob from Amy's nose. It was a lot easier to get cum off of Amy's face than her own, since she could see where the cum was on Amy so clearly. "Sweetie has really great stamina; that's undeniable. Did you see how long Susan stroked him during the fashion show before he finally came?"

"Mmmm hmmm." Amy was eating more cum off Suzanne's face while their cummy tits continued to slide against each other. "That was cool. I don't know much about sex, but even I can tell that's, like, really unusual."

"It is," Suzanne said, goggling down more cum. "Sucking his cock is almost like a prolonged ordeal. Your jaw will hurt. Your tongue will hurt. You'll run out of energy and despair that he's never gonna cum. But if you keep at it, when he does, it feels like the greatest victory!" She stuck a cummy finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Then, like you said, when that cum blasts in your throat, or on your skin, it tastes even MORE delicious! It's easy to get addicted."

Amy swiped more cum from Suzanne's cheeks. "Mmmm. I think I'm addicted already!" She giggled.

Then, after a pause, Amy added shyly, "Mom, Alan's kind of agreed that I can be one of his personal cocksuckers. Can I?! Is that okay with you?!"

Suzanne sighed heavily. Hearing that disturbed her, but she was so aroused that it dulled how upset she felt. After a long pause, she said, "I'm not thrilled about it. But I suppose it's pointless to fight it, especially since I qualify as one of his helpers too."

"YEAY!" Amy gave her mother another big hug, and then a closed-mouth kiss on her lips. When that was over, she looked to Alan and said, "Did you hear that?! It's really truly official now, and everything!"

Alan chuckled and nodded. He didn't want to say anything, because he was trying to stay modest.

Suzanne and Amy had been furtively enjoying all their "accidental" tit rubbing. But it wasn't long until all the large cum deposits were cleaned from their faces. They pulled farther apart and started cleaning up the cum from their own tits instead.

Alan was having a great time watching all this, even though his penis was too wiped out from all the recent activity to have any possibility of a quick revival.

Suzanne was in big-time denial, pretending there wasn't anything sexual going on with her daughter. She couldn't completely ignore how very aroused her body was, but she told herself that was entirely due to eating Alan's cum.

Eventually, the cum on their tits was all eaten up too. There was still plenty of cum on both of their faces and chests, but it was smeared into the skin too much to easily consume. Licking might have helped, but Suzanne wasn't so far gone to let herself lick Amy's tits, or allow Amy to lick her own.

Amy complained, "Bummer. I think the cum is all gone."

Suzanne pointed out, "True. But there's almost always more where that came from." Her irritation with Amy was mostly forgotten due to lust, and she smiled as she pointed in the general direction of Alan's crotch.

Amy smiled too. "I totally get it now! I was kind of wondering what the big deal was, but I'm totally ready for some more sperm dessert."

Suzanne chuckled at that. "Welcome to the club."

"Thanks!" Amy gave Suzanne another hug, which resulted in still more tit rubbing.

The two sexy ladies finally broke apart.

Alan found it interesting that he had gotten fully dressed while Suzanne and Amy were still completely naked. He liked that a lot. But then Amy and Suzanne started to dress. Amy just put on the clothes she'd been wearing originally, while Suzanne went to the underwear cabinet.

As Suzanne bent over to get some clothes out of a lower drawer, Alan couldn't resist. He stepped closer to her and ran a hand over her bare ass cheeks.

Suzanne sighed quietly, as if she were really put out by that, but she didn't pull away from his hand. In fact, she spread her legs some more, pretending that she was having trouble finding what she was looking for.

Taking advantage of her wider stance, he ran his fingers between her ass cheeks and down to her pussy lips. They were moist and getting a lot wetter by the second.

Shivers of delight ran up and down her spine. But she quietly muttered, "Please! Not in front of Amy!"

He looked over at Amy. She'd stopped dressing and was staring intently at his fondling.

He reluctantly removed his hand. But then he "helped" Suzanne dress, which mostly involved fondling her body a whole lot more. Then he French kissed her for a while.

Amy watched all that intently too.

Suzanne kissed back eagerly, but between kisses she whispered, "You're so bad! Don't you ever get enough? You're a naughty boy even when you're totally flaccid."

He whispered back, "What can I say? You inspire me."

Amy had been feeling left out, but then he took his turn kissing her. In fact, they necked so passionately it was a close thing that she kept her clothes on.

When he finally let her go, she let out a heavy, pouty sigh. "Bummer! I'm soooo not done with you, buster!" She wiggled a finger at him playfully. "Tomorrow I'm gonna suck your cock for hours and hours and hours! And that's just for starters."

She turned to her mother. "Hey Mom! I'm one of his official personal cocksuckers now, and you are too! Isn't that the coolest?!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes and quietly muttered just to herself, "Oh, great. Thanks for reminding me." She thought, So much for the days when it was just me, and then me and Angel. Pretty soon we're going to have to take turns and get in line.

Amy was too busy smiling back at Alan to pay attention to her mother's sad demeanor. She gave her mother another bear hug. "Thanks, Mom, for being so cool and understanding and everything. You're the best mom ever!"

Suzanne felt conflicted, though she was happy to see her daughter so joyful.

"Thanks a lot, Aims," Alan said as the two women went to the front door to leave. He playfully added, "Aunt Suzy, your daughter is a natural cocksucker!"

Suzanne turned back and gave Alan the middle finger, partly in jest and partly in sincere frustration at seeing her daughter introduced to such sexual behavior. She really did still see Amy as "her baby" much of the time. "Kiddo, you really know how to push your luck - you know that?"

Alan didn't know how to respond to the finger. He knew that, more than anyone else, he was to blame for "corrupting" Amy, but he didn't feel particularly bad about it.

He simply shrugged and waved goodbye as the two of them opened the door and walked away.

Chapter 11

Alan went back to his bedroom and undressed. He was ready to go to sleep. That was climax number six. No need to pleasure myself tonight, since I reached my daily target. Boy, what a way to get there too! So much help in one day, and I didn't even need to touch myself. In fact, with the way things are going, I may never need to masturbate again! And things were nicely paced all throughout the day too.

Fuck, what a fashion show that was! It seems like half the day, someone was doing something great to my dick. Yet it's still in one piece, it's not too sore, and I even got some homework done with Aims. Even though Sis and I didn't get to go to Kim's house today, what happened at home more than made up for it! Mom is just totally breaking down lately and letting herself go. Good-bye boundaries, hopefully! Good riddance!

He lay back on his bed but left the light on, since he was too excited to go to sleep right away. And Aims - today was like her coming out and full initiation into the cocksucking club. This whole "personal cocksucker" thing is kind of bizarre, and I don't know what to say when they mention that, but I sure am reaping the benefits!

Hopefully, Aims can help to open things up around the house even more. I know Mom and Aunt Suzy in particular have been holding back whenever she was around. I hope that before long they won't be doing that anymore. Seeing Aims and Aunt Suzy hug like that gives me hope.

Every day it all gets better and better. How good can it get? If every day could just be like today, or even yesterday for that matter, not to mention the day before ... or the day before that!

He chuckled. It's okay if I haven't fucked Aunt Suzy or Mom yet. Yeah, it's frustrating, but how can I really complain about anything? I've died and gone to heaven already! Heck, every day is a total dream.

Susan and Katherine had gone to sleep already.

But, remarkably, the day still wasn't over for Alan.

A minute or so later, Suzanne knocked on his door. She'd returned after making sure that Amy had gone to bed at a reasonable time, since she had school the next day. "Sweetie?"

Alan had been hoping Susan might pay him a visit, but Suzanne's voice was an unexpected and pleasant surprise. He got up, walked to the door, and let her in. He was naked, but he didn't bother to cover his privates.

The sultry redhead immediately took off a loose, conservative dress that he'd often seen her wear to cover up when walking between their houses. That revealed her real outfit: a see-through top and extremely low-cut, cut-off jean shorts. Her feet were bare, since that went with her country girl look.

He stood back and whistled in appreciation.

She carefully closed the door behind her and stepped further into the room. "Sweetie, I know you must be tired, but I'm hoping you still have some life in you. I was going to go to bed, but I realized I'd be haunted by all that cum on Amy's face and wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless I got some of my own. Not only that, but tomorrow is Tuesday, and we know a certain cock hog will demand you for herself all day. You can't have me go without getting your cum for two whole days!" She made an exaggerated pout.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, feeling bummed. "Aunt Suzy, I just can't do it. For one thing, Mom still hasn't given me my goodnight kiss. I expect her here any minute."

"That's another reason I came back. Your Mom is asleep for the evening. She was so exhausted that Katherine and I literally had to drag her to bed. This was right before I came downstairs and found Amy slurping between your legs. All this sexual activity is very tiring, you know, and she's not used to all the wine. So I figured if she can't tuck you in, I'd better do it."

Her eyes widened with mock alarm. "We can't have you go to sleep not tucked in!" She put her hands on her cheeks to express her concern while holding her mouth in an open "O" shape.

He grinned at that, but said, "I don't know, Mom. Er, I mean, Aunt Suzy. I wish we could, but I've done it six times already today. It really wouldn't make sense for me to do it any more." He thought it was curious that he was confusing the two mothers with each other.

Suzanne noted it too. It was something he'd only started doing lately. She saw it as a very good sign, since she knew just how much he loved and lusted after his own mother. Somehow, it made her horny as hell. (Not that she wasn't hot and bothered already!)

She slipped into her extra sultry mode and grinned knowingly. "Oh, that's okay, Son. You know, these stupid shorts." She caught the waistband of her shorts with her thumbs and began slowly pulling them down. "They must be too big on me, 'cos they keep falling off my hips all the time!"

She kept pulling until her bush came into view, and still they kept sliding further down.

Alan's worry that he wouldn't be able to get erect again flew right out the window. Yet, he wasn't too surprised, even after cumming six times over the course of the day.

In fact, it had pretty much come to the point that just looking at Suzanne or any of the other three women at home would almost automatically make him hard, no matter what they were wearing (unless his penis was already in a hopeless state). He'd seen them all naked so much lately that he could literally undress them mentally. He knew their every mole and every blemish, which wasn't difficult since all four of them had such flawless skin.

Suzanne kept sliding her shorts slowly down until they were around her knees. Then she leaned forward, with the very pleasant side effect of her top hanging forward and loose.

He finally replied, jokingly, "Aunt Suzy, you need some new shorts. You're right; those are far too big on you."

She ignored his comment. "Sweetie, the fashion show was great, but it left me soooo horny! You don't expect me to put on such a great performance without a little reward, do you? Just one teeny weeny blowjob?"

Suzanne had actually hoped to have some actual intercourse. After her role as Elle at the party and then their almost fuck at the nude beach, she was ready to have her first "official" fuck with the man she loved. But given his current tired condition, she decided she'd better content herself with just a blowjob.

One thing she'd learned from the Elle incident was that it was no good forcing intercourse in a less than ideal situation. It was a bit of a miracle he was able to get hard at all, and his willpower was so worn down that he probably wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. Plus, with Susan and Katherine asleep nearby, they wouldn't be able to make much noise.

He remained **** despite his erection, made obvious because of his nudity. Man! How can I turn down the sex goddess Suzanne, especially when she looks like that?! But I'd be asking for trouble by cumming too many times in one day. I might even damage my dick before long if I keep on pushing my luck in situations like this. And what the heck is the deal with her acting like a blowjob is a reward for herself? Amy was going on about that too. That's so not normal!

He said, "I'd really love to, but I really, really can't. I mean, six times today! That's such an absurd number for most people."

"You're not most people. I know six is your daily target, but I'll bet it has become slightly below average for you. I don't think you realize the total sexual stud you've turned into. I think you can handle one more time. And I'll bet Daisy would agree with me."

As Suzanne said this last sentence, she slid her shorts up and down a couple inches around her knees, as if she normally wore them way down there. She changed her voice and assumed her Daisy Duke southern accent. "I only hope you can do it again, 'cos I's got a powerful fixin' for a good cocksuckin'. Mammy says I's been a-suckin' and a-fuckin' my pappy's cock far too many times a day lately, and that I gotta help my brothers out more often. You needin' any help there, Bro?"

She had deliberately used Katherine's term for him, hoping the allusion to **** would make him hard. (She'd also called him "Son" a minute ago, but she decided that "Daisy" was too young to be a mother.) She let her shorts drop all the way to the floor. Then she shifted her weight from one leg to another in an exaggerated manner, keeping his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Oh no!" he groaned. "You're evil! Pure evil, Daisy Duke! How can any sane guy possibly ever resist you? You're so impossibly beautiful. Come on over here, Daisy; your brother needs your body in a big way."

"Yee-haw!" Suzanne yelled. She pulled her thin top over her head, and tossed it aside. Then she leapt onto his bed.

He was taken by surprise at first, but he quickly buried his face between her huge tits. She grabbed his dick and pumped it with her hand. "Daisy's never met a cock she'd didn't love to suck, but yours is my favorite, Jim Bob, 'ceptin' daddy's of course. Oh, by the by, mammy said I's gotta remind you you'd best be doin' your chores or she's gonna tan your hide with one of them erotic spankin's. If you do do them, you get to be spankin' her, so I 'spose it's a spankin' either way."

He laughed. "Chores? You mean I gotta feed the goats and milk the cows?"

"No, I mean your fuckin' chores. Don't tell me you plumb forgot. Have you been drinkin' too much moonshine? I's touched you like me best, but you gotta feed all your other sisters your big fat cock too. Fill 'em up till their holes and mouths are overflowin' with seed, just like you do every day. Then you've gotta milk your mammy's big, creamy tits. Bless her heart, if she don't get her milkin' and fuckin' every three hours, her nips hurt somethin' terrible with leakin' milk. Downright criminal not to fuck her regular, it is. Ain't you rememberin' nuthin'? Ain't you gonna help out your milky mommy Susan with a good ol' daily fuck n' suck?"

"Susan?! Oh God!" He groaned as he succumbed to Suzanne's titillation and pleasuring.

Chapter 12

"Daisy" decided that was enough talking. She engulfed his cockhead and started bobbing.

Suzanne didn't really care whether her husband Eric was concerned about where she was and when she might come home. They hardly ever spoke anymore, anyway. She knew that it wasn't really fair to have Alan perform again, but she couldn't help herself. She had her pride, but in fact she wasn't that different from what Susan had become. Suzanne had to guzzle Alan's addictive cum down her throat at least once a day or it was a total loss from her point of view. Nothing else mattered as much.

Alan stayed hard seemingly forever. Ten minutes passed, and then another ten. For most of that time, Suzanne ended up kneeling on the floor while he sat on the edge of the bed. That was most convenient, because she switched between cocksucking and titfucking when one or the other got too tiring for her. Oftentimes, thanks in large part to her extraordinarily long tongue, she managed to do both at once.

She thought back to what she'd told Amy downstairs. I told my Honey Pie that pleasuring this cock takes a lot of hard work. Ain't that the truth! I've been at this for nearly half an hour and he STILL hasn't cum yet! But it's like I told her: the harder the struggle, the sweeter the reward!

As she bobbed with tight suction, she thought, I can't believe my innocent Amy had her lips stretched around this fat pole a little while ago. From now on, **** and slobbering on this monster is going to be a big part of her life! She's gonna learn to love it, I'm sure! She'll come to adore tickling his sweet spot with the tip of her tongue while her mouth is completely jam packed with cock, just like mine is right now! Aaaah! So good! And he'll fuck her tits, her cunt, and probably even her ass eventually. She may never know another man!

That excited Suzanne tremendously, and she fingerfucked herself for a while, until she had a nice little climax.

Indeed, Amy remained on Suzanne's mind. She had mixed feelings about her daughter becoming one of Alan's personal cocksuckers. But Suzanne considered herself the most talented and experienced at that. She thought that she'd give him a "mellow" blowjob, since he was tired and worn out. But in actual practice, she went through all of her moves to prove to herself that she would still be his number one, despite Amy helping now too.

It's true that Alan was running on fumes. Before long, he closed his eyes, and eventually he laid back on the bed because it was too much trouble to sit up. He certainly didn't have the energy for lots of PC muscle squeezing. But his penis had become so accustomed to enduring great amounts of stimulation that he didn't cum anyway.

There wasn't much talking. But at one point, she suddenly stopped, sat up straight, and looked into his face. Using her normal voice, she asked, "So, the idea of me being your sex **** really turns you on, does it?" She licked around his piss hole while waiting for an answer.

"No!" he protested. "You know that can't be. That's not right. I love independent, emancipated, intellectual women, not mindless slaves."

She continued to slurp up his pre-cum, repeatedly making an X pattern over his sweet spot. After a pause, she said, "That's your answer? Sweetie, if you're not completely honest, I'm going to stop doing what I'm doing." It was a bluff; she didn't even have the discipline to pause in her licking while making the threat.

But he believed her enough to confess, "Okay. Okay, you got me. I'll admit it excites me a bit. But Holy Christ - who wouldn't be aroused by that, plus the way you looked when you just stood there and climaxed? And what Mom was doing to me and everything. Good grief! I'm only human!"

"Mmmm," she said contentedly. "Honesty gets rewarded!" She took his cockhead back into her mouth and bobbed on it some more.

After another minute or two, she popped it out long enough to ask, "Would it turn you on if we all called you 'Master?'" She was thinking back to her discussion with Katherine on the ride back from the sex shop earlier that evening.

He cried "NO!" far too loudly. But his cock twitched in her hands, and he couldn't hold back. She found it interesting that the word "master" obviously turned him on so much, and was helping to trigger another climax. But she didn't have time to contemplate or comment on it. She lurched forward, and her lips locked around his thick knob just as he began to shoot his cum out.

She kept on sucking and sucking, helping to prolong his orgasm. She proudly thought, Take THAT! I'm sure Amy will learn to be a very talented cocksucker. She's my daughter, after all. But I highly doubt she'll be able to do all the things to you that my tongue and lips can!

But she was in for a disappointment. In comparison to his usual gushers, he didn't cum much, and at the end he ran dry, with nothing coming out at all even though his cock continued to twitch for a while, like it was a gun shooting blanks.

He was disturbed. "Oh shit, What's happening? Where's the cum?"

Suzanne continued to suck him until he went flaccid. She was able to savor a little on her tongue, and she loved his sweet taste, as always. But it wasn't the copious, creamy reward she'd been anticipating.

She finally gave up, and commented, "I've heard of this happening. It's nothing to worry about. In fact, I'm surprised it hasn't happened to you before, given how active you are. It's amazing that you have anything left at all after that load you left on my daughter's face. Don't worry; just drink lots of juice and get a good night's sleep and your body will make lots of cum for all of us to enjoy tomorrow. Actually, scratch that. Lots of cum for Susan to enjoy. I keep forgetting that tomorrow is a Tuesday and she's already been working to make the rest of us femmes scarce. Grrr."

He was so tired that he crawled up onto his bed and laid down. His privates remained a little messy, since she didn't see the need for extensive "cleaning" like Susan did.

Suzanne remained resting on her knees a little longer. She thought, So he gets off on the word "master." And earlier this evening we found out that "sex ****" is an orgasm trigger for him too. That's pretty kinky, but then again, most any guy his age probably would have similar fantasies. It's good to know, though, if I ever want him to cum in a hurry.

She got in bed next to him and cuddled up with her head on his chest. She said, "The thought of this whole Tuesday thing, you know, I must admit, it makes me a little jealous. Sometimes, I'm afraid you're more attracted to your mom than me. Aren't you?"

"Aunt Suzy, please! Don't make me make those kinds of comparisons; it's not fair. You know I love you very much. You're like a second mother to me."

"I know you love me. And you're right that it isn't fair. But I'd feel a whole lot better if you could just name three things that you like better about me than you do your mom."

"Well, I guess I can do that this time, but only if you promise never to have me compare you to Mom or anyone else again."

"Okay. So flatter me. And I'm talking about sex appeal, not cooking skills or something like that."

"Three things? Hmmm. That's tough, because both of you are so incredible, and your bodies are so similar. But your voice. I definitely love your voice. Your voice sounds the way you look. Soooo sexy. No wonder everyone compares you to Jessica Rabbit, because you sound so sultry. You could make a fortune as a phone sex operator."

Suzanne laughed, delighted. "I'll keep that in mind," she joked.

"But seriously. I don't even have to see you to get aroused. You've got this kind of slight raspiness, too, as if you've been up all night screaming and fucking, causing your voice to be a little sore."

"What an excellent idea!" she joked again. "Sneak into my bedroom a couple hours after midnight. Odds are good we won't wake up my husband; he's a sound sleeper, and he sleeps in the next room anyway. Just don't bounce on the bed too much. Let's see just how sore my voice can get."

Alan rolled his eyes and ignored her comment. "And your accent. Mom has this Midwestern, kind of normal-sounding accent. But you have this sophisticated accent, with almost a hint of a foreign accent."

"I suppose I still might have a bit of a French lilt..." Suzanne then played up a very heavy French accent. "You know that I lived in France with my husband a couple of years after college, mon amour. Even though we'd had the babies already, I hung out in Parisian cafes, smoking like a chimney, and acted like a character from some art nouveau film."

"I can imagine. Dark glasses and scarf, right?"

She laughed, because he was right. "Oui."

He reached out and combed his fingers deeply through her hair. "Then there's your hair. My mom's hair is great, don't get me wrong. Perfect like some shampoo commercial model, cascading all over the place. But I love how yours curls in unexpected directions. It's like, every time you look at it, you never know what you're gonna get. Even the color changes, depending on how much the light brings out its reddish tinge. Sometimes your hair is dark brown, sometimes you look like a redhead. I could look at it forever."

He began playing with her curls. "And, still on the hair, I love that one long zig-zag strand that hangs down. It draws the eye to your chest. You've had that ever since I can remember, but don't know if I ever got the story behind it? What IS the story there?"

"I don't think your eyes need much help finding my chest," she said playfully. "You mean this strand?" She pulled at her strand of teased hair that zigged and zagged several times before stopping above one of her nipples. "I've had that since college. There's no big story. I thought it would make me look more sophisticated. Now maybe it just makes me look older."

"No way! Please keep it. It's definitely you. I can't imagine you without it. And the third thing is your legs. Again, Mom has awesome legs - don't get me wrong. But you're so flexible with yours."

"I'm double-jointed."

He thought, Ah. Just like Aims. I guess it runs in the family. "Well, that explains things. You could seriously scratch your nose with your toes. And your muscle tone! Both you and Amy are so soft and pillowy, yet so muscular. When you're at rest, it's like you're a human marshmallow. But when you tense up, I can feel all the muscles in there, and it turns out you're not fat at all. It's like ... soft muscles. Is there such a thing?"

Suzanne laughed gleefully. She was pleased with all the compliments. Even as he was speaking, she flexed her legs in one direction and then another, to show just how flexible she was. "I don't know about fluffy muscles, but at least it looks like my daily exercising is paying off. I feel a lot better now. I was beginning to wonder if I'd created a monster in getting Susan to help you so much, but I think it's gonna be okay. So are those all my good points?"

"Not by a long shot. But I actually gave you more than three there. And I didn't even mention your extra long tongue, or get started on your great personality. Or what about the way you sashay? You're the definition of 'walking orgasm.' Or your emerald green eyes? Or even your feminine smell? I don't know what it is exactly, but I love your smell. And your extra fair skin. So many things!"

She smiled from ear to ear. "I'll give you an hour to stop."

He smiled too, while still caressing her hair. "How 'bout a little kiss as a reward?"

They kissed for many minutes. He made a point to grasp at her thighs, and she playfully flexed her muscles every now and then, since he'd talked about that. Both of them would have loved to go further, but his weariness was painfully obvious; he desperately needed to sleep.

Suzanne got a kick out of giving him a last kiss and tucking him in.

Once she left him, she thought, Tuesday means another day without a chance to finally fuck that lovely boy. God dammit, I never should have pulled that Halloween party stunt. However, that seems like a hazy dream compared to the better memory of him slipping his big cock into me yesterday at the beach. Now I've got this itch and I just gotta scratch it. Not smart. Not smart at all. Not prudent. But I've gotta have it! And when I want something, I always get it.

Alan also was busy with his thoughts while he laid there in the dark. That was such a great fantasy. Good ol' Daisy! I used to have fantasies like that, but I don't anymore. Huh. Now that I think about it, I used to be a complete daydreamer, but I hardly ever have any fantasies at all. I guess it's because real life is honestly much better than any fantasy. It's so much more solid and real. Now all I think about is reliving what happened earlier in the day and on previous days, and imagining what's gonna happen tomorrow. I mean, I came seven times today. That's a lot of times!

Shit. If Mom wakes up and comes in for a goodnight tuck-and-suck, I'm gonna have to cry uncle. Who needs fantasies to escape from reality when reality is this good?