cH 1

Alan woke up around eleven in the morning after sleeping nearly twelve hours. Combined with his two naps, he'd fully caught up on what felt like a sleep debt that had been building up for weeks. If anything, he'd had too much sleep, and felt groggy. It was the perfect kind of lazy mood for spending the day doing nothing of importance.

He considered going downstairs in his robe but decided that might prove too tempting for the others. For once, he didn't want sex, he just wanted to relax. As he put on his shirt and shorts, he thought, Let's see. Yesterday I came ... fives times. It's seems more, though. Considering how much I slept, it seems I was either sleeping or cumming the whole day long. But today I'm gonna go once or maybe twice. Two is the max, definitely. I can't go cold turkey with all this sexy ripe flesh around, that's for sure, but today will be my big vacation day.

Meanwhile, Susan and Suzanne had a good long talk in the kitchen as they waited for Alan to awake. The two were only alone together a short time the night before, and most of that was filled with Susan's description of Akami's visit.

Suzanne had heard most of what happened at the psychologist's office by talking to Xania on the phone the night before, but she wanted to hear Susan's version of events. After a healthy and prolonged good morning French kiss with her best friend, she asked Susan, "So how was the visit with Xania? Good, I assume?"

"Good. Excellent actually, but exhausting! You mentioned that she was a sex therapist, but I had no idea there's so much actual sex in a therapy session! She made me masturbate so much that I could barely walk out of there. My legs were wobbly and dripping with juices, as usual. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't that different from just staying at home, in that respect. Non-stop masturbation!" She giggled. "But her advice was really good."

Suzanne was very proud of herself. Susan talked extensively, and Suzanne learned that most everything with the psychologist visit went exactly according to plan, and in some cases things went even better than expected. Xania had shown a natural talent for improvising.

In Suzanne's opinion, Xania had let things get far too sexual, especially with the improvised "visualization exercises" she made Susan do. Suzanne was fairly amazed that Susan didn't find it very odd that she'd spent most of the appointment topless and/or masturbating. It goes to show how far removed Susan is from the real world. If she has to go out shopping or something, it must be like Rip Van Winkle waking up, because she's in this sexual world, fucking herself and sucking cock all day. Just like Akami's visit yesterday, for instance. Susan probably didn't even blink an eye when Akami started to suck Alan's cock. She's gotten to the point where she finds it perfectly natural and right that beautiful women suck her son's cock when they get near him.

She's totally sexed up. I may be creating a monster of sorts, but I've got to keep her like that until she gives in completely to Alan. I've got to keep doing everything I can to keep her in that non-stop sex world; I'll even keep doing all her grocery shopping. It's a never ending task to keep her from something jarring that will snap her out of her erotic fog, until the changes become permanent. But it'll be so worth it. If things go too far, I can also scale her back a little bit, later.

Actually, now that I put in that way, these "visualization exercises" are perfect. I should have come up with that myself, but I wouldn't have believed she'd have fallen for it. Sometimes I forget just how naïve she is. I'm going to have to remind her to practice those very regularly.

The only problem was that the counseling sessions with Xania had gone so well that Susan wanted to have further sessions with her, despite the long drive to her "office." In Xania's phone call to Suzanne after Susan left, Xania was very insistent and enthusiastic about that idea, too (no doubt because she wanted to have sex with Susan). But having another appointment would be hard to do. For instance, everything in the office was already packed up and soon to be gone.

Suzanne figured that issue was something she could deal with later. Her immediate interest was to find out what Susan's new attitude towards sex would be. For the time being, Suzanne resisted doing much more than French kiss greetings to give Susan some space.

Once Susan finished her long story of the psychologist session, Suzanne asked, "So Susan, here's the big question. Now that the psychologist condones your actions, what are you going to do with Alan, physically?"

"Yes, that's the big question. Now we finally come to it. That's the exciting part, Suzanne! I've been holding it in, waiting for you to ask! I still wasn't 100 percent sure after I left Xania, but then I talked it over briefly with Akami and she confirmed it for me. I MUST have sex with my son! It's not even for me to decide. My body belongs to him. Alan is in complete control of my body and it's obviously what he wants, so I want it too. My entire purpose in life now is to sexually please him." She spoke with complete certainty.

Ironically, Suzanne was now worried that Susan was too eager. "But what about your religious concerns?"

"I'm like Saul on the road to Damascus! I've seen the light! You kept trying to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. Now it's all clicked into place. All my prudish and absurd childhood teachings have fallen away and I'm totally free. I'm free! It's so great. It didn't really dawn on me until I went to bed last night. It was like a wave of peace swept over me. I've felt so mentally split, for weeks. But now I feel a sense of wholeness."

She sighed happily. "I've realized that there has to be a reason why God made my tits so big and my body so curvy and sensitive generally. I'm built for sex! And not sex for just anyone, but for my son alone! My pussy is as sensitive as the rest of me, so God must want my Tiger to pound my pussy too. And don't tell me Alan's ailment and the completely odd treatment was all just coincidence! That was planned!"

Suzanne gasped. She figured she was found out.

But Susan continued happily, "God must have planned that too. Big-titted babes like you and me are meant to serve naturally superior males like Alan. Why else would we have these annoying blobs of flesh that just make our backs to hurt? Tiger's whole diagnosis must have been God's way of getting me off my duff and on my knees sucking cock! If God wants it, then how can I mind? I don't have any guilt any more. In fact, sucking and fucking is practically a religious DUTY! Isn't it great?"

She clutched both of Suzanne's hands tightly, and then the two of them hugged a very long hug.

Suzanne pretended to be happy for her friend, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne, you've been far too successful this time. Damn! What am I going to do now? Susan's like the perfect believer. It's next to impossible to get her to change her beliefs, but once she does she commits completely in every way. How it is that I scheme so much and still don't wind up on top?

At least she feels whole and at peace again. I can feel good about that, at least. Actually, this is great news if only I can get Alan to realize that I'm the one that loves him the most and that he has to love me the most. Everything else is still on track, except for that one thing.

The hug ended. Suzanne faked enthusiasm and said, "That's great. When are the two of you going to do the deed?"

"Shucks. That's the one snag. Akami made it clear that I should agree to Alan's request and let him take it easy all weekend. And of course if Alan wants it, then I must obey. I feel so happy, now that I realize my life - and my body - is entirely in his hands!"

Suzanne was disturbed to hear this, not least because she considered herself to have considerable influence over Susan. She didn't want Alan running everything. "But you're his mother. Certainly you have to remain in charge?"

"Well, yeah. With non-sexual things, certainly. My favorite thing Xania said was when she talked about the need for me to assert more control. I need to be in control of the situation. After all, this is my house, and I'm the mother. That's one thing that was really bothering me, the feeling of constantly sliding down a slippery slope and losing control. In recent weeks I'd mostly gotten over my concerns about the morality of incest and my main worry was that I would lose my dignity and become a total slut. Alan wants to be proud of his mother, and I want him to be proud of me. I don't want to let him down. But then I realized I just have to make a sharp division between the sexual and non-sexual. When it comes to something like telling him to clean his room, I have to stand firm. But when it comes to something like sucking his cock, I have to stand firm, but in a different way. Like this." She brought her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out. "You know what I mean?" She giggled and laughed mirthfully.

Suzanne queried, "So, in other words, you want him to take over completely, sexually?"

"Yes. I NEED him to dominate me sexually. I absolutely MUST serve him. I realized that's just the type of person I am; that's how God made me. It makes me SO HOT just to think about it. You know what turns me on most of all? When he orders me around and says something like 'assume the position.' I cream right then and there. I'm so proud of my body. So proud of my tits. Soon I'll be proud of my cunt, when it learns that its purpose in life is to be there for Alan to fill with his sweet and creamy goo at any time."

Suzanne was disturbed, but couldn't help but getting turned on at the same time. She asked, "But certainly being so subservient in that, don't you think that will carry over into other things? How can you force him to clean his room when you're begging to suck his cock?"

"Well, that's my challenge. And that's the solution. Alan can still respect me as a mother, and enjoy me as the slut for his cock that I truly am, as long as I remain resolute in maintaining my non-sexual motherly duties. You see? It's the best of both worlds. I can slide down the sexual slippery slope as far as I want. I don't have to have boundaries or resist any more! We can fuck like frenzied bunnies all night long, as long as I'm there to prepare his breakfast and lunch bag in the morning. I have to be a good slut whore AND a good mother."

Suzanne had a hard time believing that Susan's scheme could work. She thought, Susan is deceiving herself yet again. Her sexual enthusiasm means that she's going to gladly give up total control to my Sweetie in everything. He's going to be spanking her right and left, and she's going to love it. This is why it's so important that I take on an increasingly dominant role in his life, and in her life too. I need to step in and be the one to say "no" when Susan is too blissed out on sex. Otherwise Alan is going to be completely spoiled in very short order. In fact, I really need to be the matriarch of this whole bunch.

She looked up at Susan and was surprised to see the mother had gone from a face of total euphoria to a serious frown.

Susan was biting her lip in worry.

"What is it?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering when I'll be able to do the deed. My period should start around Tuesday or Wednesday, so I may only have Monday. Then there's his rescheduled hiking trip next weekend. I'm just afraid I won't get enough fucking in anytime soon. Because that's all I want to do, is fuck my son! What did you say, 'bend over but don't break'? Now it's bend over and break!"

Suzanne was delighted. A-ha! All I have to do is stop them from fucking on Monday, Tuesday maybe too, and I'll have over a whole week to have him all to myself! Well, at least a good chunk of him, given all the babes he's plowing through these days. I need to establish myself here in the new shape of things. I may not have the whole mother taboo thing going on, but I'm clearly the most sexually talented of this bunch. Then Susan can fuck him all she wants, once Sweetie makes me his first choice. But how to stop them from fucking until then? It's like trying to stop a boulder from falling through the sky.

Suzanne kept these thoughts to herself and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll all work out. It sounds like Monday will be divine for you. But I'm curious who will be in charge, sexually, if you're so happily subservient. Suppose that next time when all five of us are hanging out one night, Alan gets a hard-on and needs immediate relief. We'll all want to be the one to suck him off, naturally, so who gets to do it?"

"Hmm. ... Oh, I know! That's easy. Alan will choose. After all, his pleasure comes first. It's a medical fact, what with his condition and all."

Suzanne wasn't so sure about that when it came to herself. Pleasing herself was an extremely high priority. But she kept that thought to herself too and asked, "But suppose that, for whatever reason, he can't make up his mind? Then what?"

"Huh. Tough one. But it's still my house and I'm still his mother. So it should be up to me. Don't you think? ... I'd try to be fair of course, and spread the joy around so everyone could have their turn. After all, he has so much potent sperm to give all of us. Unless it was a Tuesday, and you know what happens on my special day." Susan flashed a big smile and got even more tingly thinking about Tuesdays.

Suzanne thought briefly, It's odd how similar Susan and Katherine are about this subservience thing, although I think Katherine is more just playing around while Susan is dead serious. Amy's so willing in everything too. I guess I'm the only female around here with any real backbone. That makes it all the more important I stay in charge. And I can't fall for all this Master stuff or the whole group will fall apart.

She got up. "I have to go do a few things at this moment. Now would be a good time to practice those visualization exercises Xania was recommending, don't you think?"

"Oh, those? Okay. But if I sit around masturbating while thinking about Alan fucking me, won't that just make me more frustrated that we can't have sex already?"

"No. It'll sate those urges for a while. Just like, if you want to cure someone from being afraid of snakes, you have to slowly get them closer and closer to snakes. Gradually they become used to it, until they can hold a snake in their hand. In the same way, if he fucks you in your mind today, you won't actually want him to fuck you so much in reality."

Susan joked, "And I'll be happy to hold his snake in my hand!"

They laughed.

But Suzanne thought, It's actually getting a bit frightening just how pliable Susan is getting. She didn't question that very dubious snake analogy at all. She's not thinking logically whatsoever. She is so NOT in control in any aspect of her life. Sex has taken over completely, and it's amazing she doesn't see it.

I guess a lot of it is my own fault. Maybe I went overboard in keeping her in a constant sexual fog. I figured it was all a necessary process of overcoming a couple decades of prudish social conditioning in mere weeks.

Once she and Alan are fucking, I'm gonna have to ease her back into the real world. Right now, she's nearly completely nonfunctional except as a pure sex object. There's no way in hell right now she could ever get it together enough to say, do her taxes. But those kinds of things need to be done sooner or later. And I'll have to work on giving her a bit more backbone, too. Some unscrupulous person might take unfair advantage of her.

Suzanne didn't see any hypocrisy in that last statement as she failed to see how much she was taking unfair advantage of her best friend.

Suzanne gave Susan another long good-bye kiss and walked away. Mostly Suzanne just wanted to be alone to have time to think.

But before she left the house, she peeked through the window into the den where Susan had moved. Sure enough, Susan was already practicing her "visualization exercises." She was sitting up in a chair, naked, with her eyes closed. Her hands were all over her tits, ass, and pussy, like she needed to touch all three areas at once but didn't know what to do because she only had two hands.

Suzanne thought, Now that's a sight to see! She does so much with her hands. I can't wait until I teach her all about dildos and strap-ons. She's got a lot to learn. As sexual as everything is these days for her, her sexual education is still just beginning. That sight looks so enticing, I think I might just go back to my place and do some frigging myself.

Regarding moving her own physical relationship with Susan forward, Suzanne bided her time. She thought, Maybe I've been pushing Susan too much. It's getting to be like she's so blissed out on sex that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. Literally. I think it's a good idea that Sweetie has a break. Susan could probably use a couple of semi-normal days as well.

Then, Monday morning, she has the appointment with Akami that I scheduled for her. Akami can help take her to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. I think it's time she learns about dildos and strap-ons. When she comes home, she'll want to practice her new toys with me, and she won't think of me as the one responsible for corrupting her. Once she and I are fully fucking, it's an easy step to get her and Katherine fucking. They're half way there already. Then, with her fucking Alan, everybody will be fucking everybody else. My Plummer orgy vision will be a reality.

Remarkably, Suzanne completely forgot about Amy since Amy never figured in her sexual plans or fantasies. It remained a huge blind spot for her.

She continued thinking, Of course, I feel bad constantly tricking my best friend. It may seem that I've gone a bit too far in the past day or two, what with the van sabotage and all, but ultimately it's for her own good. Someday, when we're all sitting around naked, making love in one big family orgy as I hope we'll be doing most every day, I'll remind her about all the little tricks I used to get all the pieces to fall into place just so. All of us will have a big laugh. She'll thank me. They all will. Really.