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Alan was asleep within minutes, and got a good ten hours of rest that night.
He felt like a million bucks when his alarm woke him the next morning, and so did his dick. He looked back on his exciting experiences the day before, and then remembered bits of his dreams. Whoa! I actually had sex with Sis! Good God, it fucking lived up to the hype and then some! I can't wait to do that with her again and again and again!
But, now that I think about it, what's weird is that last night I had a pretty intense dream about fucking Ms. Rhymer. And now that I know what fucking is really like, that dream was so dang realistic and vivid! It was like I could feel the full pleasure of really pushing my dick inside her.With all the great things going on at home with Mom and Sis and Aims and Aunt Suzy, why do I dream of Ms. Rhymer too? Am I that greedy? Aren't four total babes enough for anybody? I mean, true, I had other dreams about Sis and the others, but that one dream with Ms. Rhymer was, like, extra awesome.
Hmmm. I think maybe it's a reflection that things have been heating up in fourth period a LOT lately. Especially in the last few days. Yesterday was particularly weird, for crying out loud - my teacher was totally jilling herself with a Magic Marker while she was staring right at me! I swear she was! There's no other explanation. And then, when you consider how long I've been crushing on her, it seems like things are reaching some kind of peak with her or something.
What am I talking about here? She's my teacher! She'd never allow anything to happen. She'd get fired in a minute! But she keeps giving me this hungry look. And I'm probably looking at her the same way. I can't wait to find out what'll happen with her today! No wonder I fucked her so damn hard and long in my awesome dream.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm NEVER gonna try to put a move on her. That would be stupid. Maybe she has some feelings for me, but she's not the kind to ever allow anything to happen with a student. She'd slap me and get all hurt and angry, and that would kill our special friendship. No, I've got PLENTY of other things to be happy about, starting with a lot more sister fucking! He chuckled to himself.
After he went through his morning rituals, he got the book bag in which he had the black paint and brushes and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower. The plan was to finish well in time for breakfast.
Katherine was surprisingly cooperative about it. Her worry about her parents catching them was great enough for her to stay quiet and not tease or tempt him, so they finished with time to spare.
When it was done and he was alone again, he thought, Man, I'm so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Ron knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free; that was a close one!
No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Ron about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own, 'cos I'm not going back into that supply closet. Hopefully her paint job will hold up well enough to last through the day.
Alone in the bathroom, Alan masturbated as he showered. He had no shortage of inspiration, because he mentally relived what he and his sister had done the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. Together those helped him unload a torrent of cum in the shower.
After both Alan and Katherine left for school and Ron left for work - his vacation at home wasn't much of a vacation for him or his family - Suzanne came over as usual and joined Susan for their daily exercise regimen.
Susan was proud of herself that she'd gone all of Thursday without any inappropriate touching of her son. However, her urges were building inexorably. Given what had happened on Tuesday, Suzanne seemingly managed to bring every private conversation she had with Susan around to a discussion of Alan and his ever needy erection. She was so subtle that Susan never realized how Suzanne was deliberately goading and tempting her at every turn.
This day, Susan burned off her sexual frustration by attacking the exercise machines with unusual vigor. By the time they were all done, she felt like a limp noodle. She hardly talked to Suzanne, because she was so sexually frustrated and every topic tended to remind her of her frustrations.
After Suzanne left, Susan went back to her bedroom and took a nap, something she hardly ever did. She slept and dreamed.
The dream started out as a replay of what had really happened that morning at breakfast. Ron was busy reading his usual Investor's Business Daily newspaper while Katherine and Alan gobbled down the big breakfasts Susan had prepared for them. Ever the dutiful housewife, she was constantly coming and going to the kitchen to serve everyone else's needs. It was a wonder she found time to eat her breakfast with them as well.
So this was exactly how it was in her dream, except that she was wearing an outrageously sexy and revealing nightgown. The gown was semi-transparent, not to mention open to the waist, but neither Alan nor Katherine found this in the least bit strange. Whether Ron would have been shocked was unknown because he was so absorbed in his newspaper that he wasn't paying any attention to the others.
She looked down and realized that both her breasts were mostly hanging out of her gown, but it was cut in such a way that there was really nothing she could do about it.
At first she didn't even realize it was a dream and not reality, because things somehow seemed like they were supposed to be. She continued performing her usual morning rituals and duties in a bewildered daze.
Then when she brought Alan his usual fruit and bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, he started to feel her up. Not surprisingly, his hands homed in on her 38G rack.
She stood there blushing while he groped at her bare chest.
He said casually, as if he did this all the time around Ron, "Mom, I'm checking to make sure you're following the rules."
She whispered worriedly, "The rules?"
"Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His food temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands.
Her mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would lower the paper. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign there was someone alive on the other side of it was the sight of some fingertips holding up the paper and the sounds of a bagel being chewed.
Time seemed to pass for her at a glacial pace. But her boobs were as sensitive in her dreams as in real life, so her arousal rose to nearly unbearable levels. She finally looked back down at her son and whispered almost inaudibly, "Tiger, it's been a few minutes, at least. I think you have your answer already!"
Alan spoke back without making any effort at keeping his voice down. "True. At least about your tits. Let's check your pussy." One of his hands dropped down to the front of her crotch, and the other reached around to her ass. Two of his fingers pushed deep into her slit, which was already moist and eager. All his fondling in front and back kept her gown elevated and her entire front exposed. It was a near miracle that her gown managed to cling to her shoulders and stay on at all (not that it covered much in any case).
After all this time, Susan remembered that Katherine would also be eating breakfast with them. In fact, Katherine wasn't in the dream yet, but she materialized just in time for Susan to look over at her.
Katherine seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening, and just kept chomping away on her kiwi fruit. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view, so she repeatedly looked over at what Alan was doing.
By this time, Susan had her hands behind her head, as if she were under arrest. It occurred to her that Alan hadn't told her to strike that humiliating pose, but she'd done it on her own, perhaps because he inspected her like this every morning.
Even as Alan probed her pussy and ass, Susan whispered to her daughter, "Angel, what's happening here?! Don't you find what Tiger's doing to me a bit ... odd?!"
Katherine giggled. "Odd? Mom, you're the odd one today. Brother is just doing his usual underwear check. He's checked me twice already this morning, and he made me cum both times! See?" She was wearing a gown held closed by a sash, and without getting up she opened the sash and exposed herself from her neck to her knees. Sure enough, she was unencumbered by any underwear.
She leered at Alan. "Hey Bro, you wanna check me again?" Like Alan, she wasn't trying to keep her voice down at all. She added in a sultry purr, "With your special prober, perhaps?"
He winked at his sister. "Maybe later. Aunt Suzy gave the prober a pretty good workout last night. Besides, I think I'm gonna be checking Mom for a while. I might even give her a 'special check' right across the table!"
Katherine just grinned and went back to eating her oatmeal, while leaving her gown wide open.
Susan found all of these disturbing events to be terribly arousing. She thought, Oh no! Not the special check! God knows I love it, but not in front of Ron! She realized that in this dream world, Alan fucked her every day, and he didn't care who saw them at it.
Her gash was gushing, thanks to Alan's continued fingering. The squishy sounds his fingers were making seemed to fill the entire room, and even drowned out the sounds of eating. She knew that if she didn't get him to stop soon, she'd cum, and cum hard. She was certain the resulting scream would wake the dead. It would certainly serve to clue Ron in.
So she whispered urgently, "Tiger, please! No! That's enough!"
He frowned. "Enough? Mom, I don't like your attitude. Blow me."
"What?! How DARE you talk to your mother that way!" Since the others weren't whispering, her voice was growing louder and louder too. Yet even though she was trying to act defiant, she still kept her hands behind her head.
"Mom, I'm not going to warn you twice. Blow me now, or I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking." He looked like he was ready to do it.
Her mouth gaped like a fish. At first she rejected the idea of a blowjob out of hand. But she weighed her options and decided that if she had any chance of saving her marriage by miraculously keeping Ron oblivious, the blowjob was the lesser of two very horrible options. The loud ass slaps of a spanking would alert anyone who wasn't completely deaf to what was happening.
While she was making up her mind, Alan tugged on her gown and kept tugging until her gown fell to the floor.
Susan immediately bent down to pick it up, but before she could, Katherine snatched it away. Susan then reached out for it, but Katherine crumpled it into a ball and held it away like she was protecting the ball during a basketball game.
"Naughty, naughty, Mom," Katherine chided her. "You know the rules in this house. Cocksucking Alan is always done completely naked. How many hundred times has Aunt Suzy told you that? Sheesh!"
Susan was feeling frantic. There was a part of her that wanted to blow Alan so much she could almost literally taste it, but a greater part of her was scared to death because Ron was right there. It seemed like she was sucking her son's cock very often indeed, so she didn't understand how her husband could be so oblivious.
Since at that moment Alan was busy eating his oatmeal, she decided to try and slip away upstairs without anyone noticing.
However, she'd only managed to lower her arms and take a step or two away from the breakfast table when she felt two feminine hands on her butt.
It was Katherine, standing behind her. She said, "Mom, now where do you think you're going?"
"Well, I thought I'd, er, go powder my nose first."
Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely derriere. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd seriously think there's something wrong with you. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy from swallowing too much of Brother's sperm last night? Again?! Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!"
Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at the large bulge in his shorts and grew angry, mostly at herself. Look at that! Tiger's cock needs draining and here I am, traipsing and gallivanting about like I've got something more important to do! My role is to suck! And to stroke! And to SERVE!
Those thoughts brought a sense of calm relief. It was almost as if this weird world was starting to make sense again. Her proper role in life was to serve her son sexually, and thinking otherwise, even temporarily, was the reason her head hurt.
However, Ron's presence was still terrifying her. She said to Katherine, "No, I'm good, Angel. Of course I'm his toy." She shivered with delight upon saying that. "But maybe Tiger and I could get more comfortable if we retired to my bedroom?"
"No, Mom. Do it here." Katherine gave Susan's butt cheek an encouraging slap, and propelled her in Alan's direction. "It's important to remind everyone all the time who the REAL man of the house is."
Just then, Susan heard and saw Ron's newspaper ruffle. Perhaps shaken from his stupor by the loud slapping sound, he was bringing the paper down to reach for the bottle of orange juice in the middle of the dining table.
Susan immediately ducked down below the table edge before Ron could see her standing there in the buff.
Katherine and Alan immediately took advantage of her movement to position her head over Alan's lap. Katherine swatted Susan on the ass to scoot her forward.
Alan, meanwhile, put his hands on her head and guided her in close. Susan couldn't remember it happening, but somehow his shorts had come off, leaving him naked from the waist down. "There's my cock, Mom. You know what to do, and it's what you do best. Suck!"
Chapter 2Susan was horrified, but at the same time her lips were drawn to his bobbing erection like a magnet. It just felt right and even necessary to suck on it. If Ron happened to be there and figured out what was happening, then so be it. Alan obviously was the naturally superior man here. But just before her mouth closed in on his dick, she complained loudly, "No fair! Two on one!"
Then her tongue made contact with his dick and it was like some internal circuit had been activated. She thought she'd been incredibly aroused before, but that was nothing compared to her level of arousal now. Her pussy tingled and throbbed, and her rock-hard nipples cried out for attention. But most of all, she was in love with the big erection that was sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. Every touch of her tongue or lips on it felt so good that it was like another mini-orgasm. She brought her hands up to assist with pleasuring the base, and stroking it made her cunt gush and cream even more.
She thought, I have no idea what's going on. But I know I love to suck my son's cock! I'll just worry about giving him the maximum joy, and let my children worry about Ron. Mmmm! Although, I should probably not be too loud and slurpy. Mmmm!
In reality, Susan's desire to suck her son had been growing to nearly unbearable levels ever since that fateful Tuesday, and now she had her chance. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once on his pole, because there were so many techniques she wanted to use on him. Hearing him moan in pleasure in response was the sweetest music she'd ever heard.
But just when she really started to get into it, she heard Ron say, "What was that, honey? Did you say something to me?" Apparently he was responding to her far too loud "No fair! Two on one!" comment some moments before. Or he might have heard her increasingly urgent sexual "Mmmm!" noises.
Susan wasn't sure if any part of her body was above the table edge, but she suspected the top of her head or her ass might be. She tried to duck down further as best she could, and in the process of bringing her head down, her son's dick went deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was almost deep throating it. Lewd gurgling noises came out of her mouth as she nearly choked. But she managed to readjust a bit, and then lovingly slather his shaft with her saliva.
Ron asked, "Susan? Did you hear me?" His voice sounded unconcerned and distracted. It seemed that, against all odds, he hadn't noticed anything suspicious and was back to reading his Investor's Business Daily. However, he did apparently still expect an answer from her.
Susan hoped that Alan would say something so she wouldn't have to, but he seemed totally happy and didn't say a word. In fact, as she breathlessly waited while her lips bobbed up and down, he raised the stakes still further by pulling his shirt off, leaving himself completely naked, just like her. Then he calmly went back to drinking his orange juice and eating his sliced pineapple.
The danger was so great that she wanted to cry, and some tears did roll down her cheeks and drop to the floor. It seemed as if it were practically a life or death matter that she say something soon, because if Ron figured out what was happening that would cause an enormous scene and she wouldn't get to swallow Alan's spermy load. But she was loving the blowjob too much to stop, even for a few moments. So, with about three of Alan's eight inches inside her lips, she just moaned, "Mmmm-hmmm."
Ron seemed to miss the sexual quality of the moan, and said, "You know, dear, I have to say, I'm surprised."
Susan panicked. Oh shit! Here it comes! He's finally caught on! She sucked and licked with all her heart. Her long hair flew about as her head bobbed up and down madly, because she was certain this would be the last time she could ever blow her son. She even played with his balls with both hands, hoping to get him to cum right away. She felt as if all her problems would somehow go away, or at least be rendered meaningless, if her son blasted a big, creamy load right on her face.
But incredibly, Ron merely said, "Yep. I'm just amazed at what a great job you did with the landscaping while I was gone. Just look at those hedges over there. Alan, was that your mother's idea to clip them like that?"
"It sure was, Father!" Alan's reply was unusually passionate and loud due to what Susan was doing to him with her lips, tongue, and both hands.
Ron said, "I'm not surprised. Susan, you've definitely got a green thumb. And honey, what about the lawn? Is it my imagination or did you reseed it?"
Susan thought, Oh crap! How am I supposed to talk?! I suppose I could just pull off my Tiger's tasty meat, but it's just too good! Mmmm! This is where I belong, with my nose in his pubic hair and my tongue lapping against his sweet spot. Mmmm, yeah! I just have to cum, I need to cum, and I'm gonna cum!
She wanted to talk, she really did, but instead her head kept going up and down, up and down, up and down. Her heart beat louder as the seconds slowly passed. Finally, she decided that a muffled mumble was better than no response at all. In between her increasingly loud moans, she managed to say, "I we-theeded ehh. Mmmm!"
"What was that?" Ron asked.
Katherine saved the day, saying, "She said she reseeded it, Dad." But then she giggled and added, "She really likes seed. In fact I think she's going to get some more seed very soon. Aren't you, Mom?" That resulted in another burst of giggles.
Forced to speak again, Susan could only manage another even more emphatic "MMMM!" In a way, it was a good thing she couldn't say more, because she felt a strong desire to say, "Oh yes! Mommy needs a lot of seed! Tiger's yummy spermy seed!"
Her hands were tugging on Alan's balls and she was plunging her mouth up and down the entire length of his rod now, swallowing about four inches with each downwards pass. Four was amazing for her, considering that she couldn't deep throat him in real life. She'd decided that she had to get him to cum as soon as possible, as that might bring an end to her dangerous humiliation, plus she just really needed to taste his seed. So she was using every trick she knew to get him to blow.
An improbably oblivious Ron continued, "You know, now that I'm at it, there are a lot of nice changes since I was here last, inside the house and out. You're just too good to me, honey." He sniffed the air. "The only thing I'm not crazy about is the smell. This place smells different. Susan dear, are you using a new air freshener?"
Katherine answered, "Actually, Dad, that was something Alan came up with on his own. In fact, it was about the same time he started working on a big seeding project in Mom's garden. He's really, really busy in her garden, in fact. He's planted so much seed in her, uh, garden, that she's just PREGNANT with anticipation to see what'll pop out." She snickered.
Susan wanted to add, "It'll take us about nine months to get the results!" But she was too busy bobbing up and down on cock. She started snickering at Ron's cluelessness too, but it was hard to tell, given the way her lips were loudly smacking and slurping.
"Oh really?" Ron asked with only marginal interest. "And just who's paying for all this?"
"Alan. He just kind of stuck it to Mom. He stuck it to me too. But he was so passionate about it that we both just kind of swallowed it. Now we both like it and can't get enough of it. All this planting of his seed in our gardens." She chortled back a laugh.
Ron said, "Oh. Well, that explains things. Alan, I appreciate your efforts, but it's best to leave the domestic stuff to the ladies. And Susan, please try a different brand of air freshener. This smell, well, it's decidedly odd."
Katherine was trying to hold back her giggles, but she appeared to be on the verge of a massive giggle fit. It didn't help that she added, "Actually, Dad, I don't think you can be too hard on Mom. Alan's been hard on her already. She had a big load to deal with. In fact, I think she's about to deal with another very big load today. Any time now, in fact!" She tittered and snorted. She looked down at her mother, whose cheek was actually bulging out with the shape of Alan's cockhead each time it approached her lips.
Katherine reached out and caressed the bulge on Susan's cheek, and Susan paused to let her daughter give it a prolonged feel. Somehow, that only amused Katherine more, while it took Susan to even higher orgasmic heights.
Susan tried to push her son's cockhead deeper into her cheek, hoping to create an even bigger bulge for Katherine to caress. It worked, and for a few seconds it seemed like her daughter was jacking off her son's dick right through her cheek, even as her tongue danced all over it inside her mouth!
"Don't get me wrong," Ron said, "I appreciate everything she does for the family..."
Susan couldn't hear any more because her efforts finally paid off and Alan started to climax into her mouth. It was a mighty flood, and because this was a dream, the amount was not bounded by real physical limitations. But not only was there a flood of cum gushing and squirting into her mouth and down her chin, but there was an unstoppable orgasmic flood of joy washing over her like a tidal wave, threatening to subsume her and drown her in bliss.
Despite the fact that Susan's mouth seemed crammed full with a tree trunk of an erection, she somehow found herself screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew the gig had to be up by now (and in fact she couldn't possibly figure out how Ron hadn't been clued in already, since she still wasn't consciously aware that this was all just a crazy dream of hers), but her erotic high was so intense that she had no control over what she did.
Finally, it was done and there was no turning back. Alan had emptied his balls into her stomach while she had alerted Ron, and the rest of the entire neighborhood, to her adulterous and sinful acts with her piercing screams. Despite the fact that she'd swallowed so much of his jism, there was still more of it all over her face, as apparently she'd pulled off at some point during her screaming while Alan had kept shooting and shooting on her. He'd unloaded about twenty times his normal amount.
She was too tired to clean herself off, and in any case there was no point in hiding what she'd done. She raised herself up from her humiliating position on all fours beneath the table and stood there in the nude, ready to face her husband's wrath.
All was silent while Ron stared at her with a curious expression. He crooked an eyebrow and said, "Susan, what's gotten into you? You're acting damnably odd this morning." Yet his voice lacked passion. It was like he was complaining about something inconsequential such as having a bad hair day. He stared right at her, but showed no reaction to the rivulets of cum dripping down her face and streaming down her chest as well. He didn't react to her nakedness either.
She tried to wipe her face clean of the simply ridiculous amounts of cum there in an obviously futile effort to hide the evidence. But there was just too much. Her face ended up with plenty of pearly white goo on it, and her hands were now covered too. Cum was dripping everywhere, and she was afraid to make a big mess on the floor, so she started wiping her hands on her legs. That helped, so she went back to her face for more. The only problem was, now she found herself really getting into smearing the cum all over her skin. She wiped still more of it across her tummy, and caressed her massive tits with her cummy hands.
Good God! My son is so virile! With this much spermy goodness, he's gonna knock me up for sure! It's everywhere! Look at my tits and legs - they're shiny and gooey, like a glazed donut! How is it that Ron doesn't seem to see or care?
Then, just as she'd made some progress cleaning her face, Alan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her nude body down onto his lap. "I'll take care of this, Father."
Susan found herself staring at the floor with her ass in the air, splayed across her son's lap. There was no doubt he was still erect, as she could feel his hot steely bar pressing into her fair skin. Now that she was pointing towards the floor, the remaining cum seemed to sluice off her in buckets. Ever the homemaker, she idly wondered how difficult it would be to clean up the mess.
Alan's hands were fondling her all over as he said, "You know, Father, while you've been gone, I've discovered that sometimes Mom gets out of line. Like that totally rude scream she just made, for instance. I've found that nothing gets her back on track faster than a good spanking." He brought an open palm down and swatted her hard on the butt.
Susan couldn't see anything except the floor, but she heard Ron say, "Good. Very good, Son. I'm glad to hear you have things well in hand here. To be honest, I worry about your mother while I'm overseas. But it seems that's unnecessary."
Alan raised his hand up high and swung it down for an even harder spanking. The slapping sound filled the room. Then he plunged two fingers back into her cunt and groped her dangling breasts with his other hand. "Nope, Father. I've got things under control. I try to be the man of the house when you're not here. Mom needs to be spanked regularly, or she tends to forget her place. Plus, she sucks my cock with more vigor when I remind her I'm in charge. In fact, I've found Sis responds well to the same treatment. She always sucks my cock with more passion after she's had a really hard spanking. I usually spank both of them for some reason or another once or twice a day at the very least."
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