Part 116: Lust for Life

Day 74: Thursday, November 28

Chapter 1

Katherine was the last person in the Plummer house to wake up. She woke to what she thought was the sound of screaming coming through her window, but it took her a while to fully wake and investigate. Since her room overlooked the Plummer backyard, she got a good eyeful of Alan, Amy, and Xania lying naked beside the pool. However, by the time she'd gone to the window their role-play sex romp was over, and they were just resting.

She rushed through her morning rituals and went downstairs with hopes of joining in the sexual fun when they started up again. She wore only a flimsy, see-through pink nightgown in remembrance of Suzanne's observation that a little bit of covering was a sexier starting point than no covering at all.

She swept into the kitchen and dining room area like a winning contestant in a beauty pageant strutting before a panel of judges. But to her consternation, at first she couldn't find anyone there.

But when she got to the screen door leading to the backyard to look outside she ran into a buck naked Amy just coming back into the house.

Amy rushed up to her and hugged her like she hadn't seen her in ages. "Sister! Number one fuck toy!"

Katherine happily hugged back. "Sister! Official girlfriend! How's it going?"

"Pretty good," Amy replied while maintaining the hug and also doing her best to get Katherine's skimpy clothes off. "I was just getting a tampon for Xania. But when I gave it to her they were still talking about heavy serious stuff so I thought they should have their space alone for a while."

"Wait. Back up and start from the beginning." Her mind did a double-take. "Wait, first what's this about a tampon? Ewww. Don't tell me that she-"

"Nah. She's just using it to plug up so Alan's cum doesn't all leak out." Amy had succeeded in disrobing Katherine, and now brought her hands to Katherine's pussy and ass.

Katherine was already one step ahead, plunging two fingers in and out of Amy's tight gash. "That's more like it! So that must mean Alan fucked her pretty good already. Did he do you yet?"

"Define 'do you.'"

"Fill your pussy with his sweet cum."

"Nope, not yet. But I've been having TONS of fun! And I got to stroke and suck him for a really long time. It was super duper awesomoriffic!"

Amy spent the next couple of minutes reprising what had happened. As she talked, she and Katherine all but fucked each other standing up. Each kept fingers inside the pussy of the other. They grew increasingly passionate as Amy described the casting-couch role-play in great detail.

However, their fun was interrupted by the sound of the door to the garage opening. Susan and Brenda came into the kitchen carrying bags of groceries.

Susan was in a rare take charge domestic mode. She unwrapped the turkey she'd bought, prepped it, and put it in the oven before she even acknowledged that Amy and Katherine were necking (and more) on the other side of the kitchen counter. She had to get the turkey started right away since it would take about four hours to cook, and she planned for an early Thanksgiving meal.

As soon as the turkey started cooking, Brenda tapped Susan on the shoulder, "Look, Mistress." She pointed through the kitchen window out to where Alan and Xania were lying on a lounge chair.

Susan looked and smiled, "Oh goody." But she didn't get too excited because, while Xania and Alan were naked and lying side by side in the shade, they were clearly just talking. Then she turned her attention to the two teen girls and walked over to them.

"Hey ya, daughters. Looks like you two are having fun at least. Can you give your mommy a kiss?" She joined in their hug, and they all traded French kisses. Then Brenda got involved, and the kissing, hugging, and fondling went on for some time.

However, things didn't get that heated, partly because both Susan and Brenda were still dressed in conservative clothes (with Brenda even still wearing Susan's sweater that she'd borrowed after things got out of hand at the grocery store).

As the group hug broke up, Katherine asked, "Hey Mom, what's up with you and Brenda bundled up like two Eskimos? You practically look like normal neighborhood mom types."

Susan replied while still fondling Amy a little bit, "I'll answer that, but first, has my Tiger fucked Xania into submission yet?"

Amy answered, "No, but boy! He sure did fuck her to within an inch of her life! I think they're both still hanging out there 'cos they're too pooped to move. He did just about everything to me and Xania but fuck our butts."

"Well, that's good to hear, at least." Susan looked out the big screen door with worry. "I wish he'd hurry the taming though. Xania said something about having to leave by noon at the absolute latest for her own Thanksgiving festivities up north. What holes of hers did he fill, exactly? Maybe he's not doing the right holes."

Brenda interrupted, "Mistress Susan, can I take this sweater off yet? I'd love to change back into one of my maid outfits."

Susan turned back from the window to look at Brenda. "Of course. You should have said something earlier. But please, keep your nipples covered for now."

"Mistress, none of my maid outfits cover my nipples, at least not effectively."

"Well, try your best."

Katherine exclaimed, "Mom, first you're not stripping or changing into something seriously boner raising, and now you're asking Brenda to keep her great nipples covered? What on Earth is going on?"

Susan said in a lecturing tone, "Unfortunately, it's time to get serious and unsexy for a while. As much as I'd love to go out back to suck on some thick and tasty Tiger cock, I can't. Nor can any of you. I've been putting off doing all the things that need to get done for our big Thanksgiving meal and it's practically upon us already. We need to get a LOT of cooking and cleaning done in just a few hours. Brenda's going to help and Angel, I expect you to do the same."

"Awww..." Katherine griped. "That sounds soooo boring."

Amy though was chipper about it. "Can I help too? I want to be a full part of the family in every way."

"Thanks, love," Susan replied, "but I have enough help here. Suzanne needs you though to help with her big meal. The plan is that you two will be eating here for a big mid day feast and then eating a second feast with Brad and Eric in the evening. So I hope you're hungry."

Amy nodded. She didn't like spending time in her own house.

Then Susan clapped her hands together and said more commandingly, "Now, let's get started. Brenda will help me in the kitchen. Angel, you can start by washing the windows on the ground floor. Please put some clothes on too so you don't tempt us so much."

Katherine complained, "The windows? ALL of them? Isn't that Brother's usual job?"

"Yes, but he's got a lot of pussy taming to do, and naturally that comes first. We can watch him impale Xania from here I suppose, but let's not get too distracted until the preparations have come together, okay? I want everything to be absolutely perfect. He is a terribly cum-filled boy, but Xania will have to take care of keeping Alan Junior well drained all by herself for a while."

Katherine was still bummed. When she came downstairs she'd been looking forward to joining an orgy with Alan, Amy, and Xania, but now it looked like she wasn't even allowed to get near her brother. She asked plaintively, "Can't I go outside for at least a little while? If Xania blows him, don't you think a second tongue would make it that much better? Please?" She started hopping about with her arms behind her back like an excited child waiting to open a new toy.

Amy started hopping too and asked, "Or a third? That would be, like, super triple better!"

Susan chuckled at their enthusiasm, but said, "Sorry. I do love your attitudes, but let's give him some alone time with her unless he indicates otherwise. I'll tell you what though. My breasts need draining, and Angel, if you do a good job cleaning the windows I'll let you suckle and play with them for a little while. Amy, unfortunately, you need to go help Suzanne."

That mollified Katherine enough for her to stop hopping. But still, she complained, "Why does everything have to be perfect? Things have been a little messy around the house in recent weeks, but no one seemed to mind."

Susan considered that, and then said, "I suppose I can't keep this secret any longer. Suzanne has a new, wonderful scheme and the rest of us need to help. I expect that G-" She stopped herself from saying "Glory" and looked at Brenda, because she remembered at the last second that Brenda still didn't know anything about Alan's relationship with Glory and she wasn't supposed to. That could cause problems.

Brenda raised a curious eyebrow. "Guh?"

Susan hemmed and hawed, trying to think of a way to explain that away. Finally, she said, "Guests are coming. I was going to say 'guests' and then name names, but Brenda, I realized that I'm not sure if I have permission to name those names to you. I'm going to have to go talk to Tiger about it."

"Ah, I see." Brenda was dying to know who these guests were, but she decided it wasn't her place to be pushy about that information.

Relieved, Susan continued, "Anyways, these guests will be coming over to eat with us in just a few hours. So I want everything perfect and everyone on their best behavior."

Katherine folded her arms under her rack and asked Susan suspiciously, "Just who are these guests, anyway?"

Susan looked to Brenda again. "Um, do you mind if we have a private moment, until I can ask Tiger about what we can tell you about this?"

"No problem. I'll go powder my nose." Brenda walked away, down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. She didn't actually have to use the bathroom, but she wanted to honor her mistress's request.

Susan waited until Brenda was in the bathroom with the door closed. Then she spoke quietly to the two teens. "Actually, it's not guests; it's one guest: Glory. Suzanne has a plan to get her back with Alan!"

Katherine and Amy both reacted with wide-eyed surprise. But they remained silent out of a lingering fear that Brenda might overhear them.

Susan again looked out the window with worry. "If Alan can't tame Xania's pussy today, maybe at least he can tame Glory's."

Amy clapped and pumped her fists into the air like the cheerleader she was. She was energetic, but quiet about it, again due to Brenda being so near. "Woo-hoo! That is so super cool! It'll be way awesome to have my very own history teacher join us in the harem." She nudged Katherine with an elbow while doing a little dance. "Won't that be neat, Sis?" Seeing no reaction, she added, "Just think of all the blowjobs we'll be able to share with Glory during lunch now! And we can get, like, extra help with our homework and stuff, if she's here a lot."

But Katherine's jealousy was flaring up. She said, "Yeah," in a flat tone.

She thought bitterly, Oh great. Just what I need: more competition. I'll be lucky to even get one lick of Big Brother's dick today. And look at him out there. He's supposed to be doing some serious talking with Xania, but how much talking can he get done when his lips are suckling on her left tit? Why does he get to fuck totally voluptuous sexy babes all day long while the rest of us have to work? It's not fair!

Well, okay, he is our natural master, so I can't really say it isn't fair. But being a harem fuck toy sure can suck sometimes, just the same. I can't wait until MY official day comes around.

Susan was determined to get things done. She clapped her hands together again. "Come on, everyone, chop, chop! We've got things to do. I have a feeling today is going to be a great day if we all work together as a team."

Chapter 2

Alan and Xania were lying naked and resting next to each other on a pair of lounge chairs by the Plummer house backyard pool. They'd been talking about the women in Alan's life while they both recovered from an intense sexual session.

Xania suggested, "You know, I'm not wearing a watch, but it is getting hotter as the sun rises and the shadows around us shrink. I'd say it's definitely after nine. I know you've got a nice, dark, all-over natural tan there kiddo, but even you need some sunscreen. And I DEFINITELY need sunscreen, with my fair skin. Not only that, but when Amy came out here she very thoughtfully left some lotion." She wiggled suggestively. "Care to put some on me?"

He sighed. "I guess."

"You guess? What kind of attitude is that? You've got a buck-naked woman wanting you to slather her 38Gs with lotion, and you sigh like you've just been told to mow the lawn?"

"Sorry. It's just that I'm so weary. It's this six-times-a-day schedule. Even though I don't keep close track anymore, I'm still easily meeting that average and even exceeding it. Heck, with all the women in my life, what else can I do? I do love it, and I mean I really, really love it. But the pace is so fucking relentless! Every single day!"

He paused, sighing again. "It's not like I can just say, 'nah, today I don't feel like sex'. Too many people have expectations. My mom would probably commit seppuku if I went all day without cumming once. At the very least, she'd practically have a heart attack worrying about my "sperm buildup". Not only that, but my body won't let me stop even if I wanted to. I'm like a nicotine addict smoking two packs a day; I can't just go cold turkey, or my body rebels. I found that out during my unfortunate camping trip last weekend. And I love it, don't get me wrong, but sometimes, like right now, I just want to rest."

She smirked. "I sympathize. I really do. But you need to keep things in perspective. I'm not just talking about comparing yourself to starving kids in Africa, although there is that. Never forget what an unbelievably charmed life you live. But what I'm talking about is closer to home, easier to compare to. Think of the business executive, for instance, who has dozens, if not hundreds, of employees depending on him or her. A lot of executives like that never rest, never take vacations, and are miserable from the weight of the world on their shoulders. Or think of a poor kid your age, already stuck with a wife and kids, who had to drop out of school to get a job and is probably doing drugs as the only means of escape from too many worries and responsibilities. Compared to millions of people here in this country, the pressures on you really aren't that great."

"I know, I know," he wearily admitted. "But the thing is, good sex is soooo draining. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. Like this little casting-couch role-play we just did. God, it was a ton of fun, but the sexual highs were so intense that I feel like my soul was sucked right out of me. I can barely lift my arm, it feels like. The harried executive or poor teen or whomever doesn't have soul shattering experiences every single day like I do. You know?"

She began covering her skin with the lotion, since it was clear he was too exhausted to help with that at the moment. "You know what your problem is? You're too conscientious. You worry too much about your loved ones. It's an admirable trait, don't get me wrong, but sometimes you just have to let go and not try to please everyone all the time. Don't always be worried if they're getting enough sexual satisfaction, because you know what? The bar is set really low. Think about it. Your family four and Brenda are so hot for you that all you have to do is touch them on their elbows and they're cumming already. So don't stress during sex, okay? Just enjoy it!"

Despite being in a non-erotic mood, he closely watched her applying the lotion on her nude body. He always appreciated a sexy sight, even if his penis was dead to the world. "I know what you're saying. And I think that's why I was mostly okay with the submissive sex thing last night, because I wasn't in control and had no responsibilities, so I didn't have to worry. But I feel guilty. I mean, I'm getting blown and stroked all the time, but when was the last time I went down on a woman? I'm too selfish with my sexual habits as it is. Like, have you heard of the stealth stroking we do here sometimes? It doesn't get any more one-sided than that."

"Nonsense. The women here fall all over each other to get to be your stealth stroker, and why? Because they love it just as much as you do. I know just what you need," she said confidently, changing gears a bit. "You need to fuck me again right now, and this time it should be up the ass."

He laughed, especially since she'd already expressed this idea earlier. "You're joking, right?"

"No. I'm deadly serious. You need to realize you can let go and have stress-free, responsibility-free sex while still being in charge. You can feel what you felt last night without having to be tied up and blindfolded. It's the logical next step for you."

He still chortled. "And it's just a total coincidence that you were hinting about this totally spontaneous anal sex idea five minutes ago? Isn't there a rule against psychologists sleeping with their patients 'cos it warps their judgment?"

"True, but as you may have noticed, I'm not exactly your ordinary counselor. I use sex as a learning tool. It doesn't have to be anal sex, but not only am I feeling up for a little butt fun, but I think it would actually be particularly apt to prove a point." She paused to give him a peculiarly piercing look with her intelligent and intense eyes. "Tell me, what do you think of when you think of anal sex?"

"Well, it's tough. Tight. Lots of resistance. I think of really tight tunnels, my cock slowly pushing deeper, but it's slow going all the way. Needs a lot of prep work. It's definitely worth it in the end though."

She grinned at his accidental play on words. "Yes it is. In the end." She quickly glanced into his lap and noticed that merely having him describe his feelings on anal sex was starting to get him erect. The fact that she was spending nearly all of her time applying the suntan lotion to her breasts in the most erotic manner wasn't hurting the revival of his erection at all.

He laughed as he belatedly realized his accidental double meaning. He punned, "That's the bottom line, huh?"

She laughed and punned back, "You bet your ass it is!"

He looked down and also saw his dick starting to rise.

Xania enthused, "Damn, kiddo! All I have to do is ask you to think about anal sex and POW! Alan Junior has entered the building. Talk about the youthful powers of rejuvenation. For all your protests, it seems like ninety percent of the time when I see you, you've got a raging hard-on. The other ten percent, you've just cum in somebody and you're recovering."

He chuckled. "Yeah, that's not too far off, actually. But it only seems like that to you, because when you're looking at me I'm also looking at you, and you're a walking orgasm." He let his fingers slide up from her knee to her hip. "How could I always not get hard around you?"

"Flatterer!" But she naturally loved the compliment.

He looked over to his house, where he could see Susan, Brenda, and Katherine milling about in the kitchen. "Hell, everyone here is a walking orgasm. Look at them over there. How can I keep up? You know, sometimes my dick hurts just from being hard so much. Or maybe it's just from all the cocksucking, I dunno. But it can be a problem. Either way, it probably could use a break."

Xania shook her head. "Trust me, you need this. Besides, how else am I supposed to show you what little tricks and techniques I've been teaching Sean? He practically spent all of yesterday afternoon in my ass, and you haven't done my backdoor even once yet. That's just not right."

Grinning, Alan raised an eyebrow. "Are those breasts of yours covered with lotion yet? Seems that's the only spot you've covered with any lotion so far."

She grinned back, "True, but I believe you can never be too careful when it comes to applying lotion on breasts."

"I can't disagree with those wise words." His smile grew even wider.

"Would you like to help?"

"Well, twist my arm." He grinned from ear to ear.

Chapter 3

Susan had been keeping an eye on the action in the backyard. She felt an urgent need to ask Alan if she could tell Brenda about his relationship with Glory, because it was awkward having Brenda help get the house ready for a special guest without knowing who the guest was. However, she waited until she felt he would be in a more receptive mood. She was very pleased when she saw him go from visibly exhausted to frisky over about a fifteen-minute time period. Once she saw that his penis was fully engorged and Xania was jacking him off while French kissing him, she decided to make her move.

She told Brenda, Amy, and Katherine to stay in the house and keep working. Then she took off all her clothes except for her high heels and walked into the backyard. She would have strutted in a seductive manner, but Alan and Xania were so busy kissing and playing around on one of the lounge chairs that they wouldn't have seen her entry.

Xania was the first to realize that something was awry when she felt a hand on her hip that couldn't possibly be Alan's, since his two hands were already accounted for. (Not surprisingly, he was both fingering her pussy and caressing one of her great globes.) Xania managed to open her eyes without breaking her kiss with Alan or alerting him. She was tickled pink when she saw out of the corner of her eye that it was Susan wanting in on the fun.

A few seconds later, Xania obligingly moved the hand that had been sliding up and down Alan's shaft down towards his balls.

A couple of seconds later Alan's eyes opened wide as his heart raced with panic, because he realized his cockhead had just been enveloped by a hot mouth even though he was still kissing Xania on the lips. He broke the kiss and looked down, then sighed with relief, and exclaimed, "MOM!"

She looked up at him and winked. She wanted to smile at him, but she couldn't due to her mouth being stuffed with his cock, so she instead gave him a thumbs-up sign as she kept right on bobbing.

Alan might have said more, but he didn't get a chance because Xania went back to necking with him. Within seconds, they were doing the same to each other as before, except that Xania's hand was stroking further down his shaft in order to make room for Susan's sliding lips.

He thought with some chagrin, but also a great deal of lust, I should have known! Mom was watching us from the kitchen. Of course she couldn't resist. Heck, I should have figured it out right away from her corkscrew sucking style alone. Hot damn, I love when she does that to me! UNGH!

His general assumption was that once Susan got her lips around his shaft, a team of wild horses couldn't pull her away, at least not until he'd climaxed and his dick and balls were properly "cleaned." However, after just a couple of minutes of talented cocksucking, she uncharacteristically pulled all the way off. She tapped Xania's thigh and said to her, "Can you take over for a while, please? Unfortunately, I came out here to talk to my son, not play. Well, at least not play so much." She grinned impishly at that.

Xania smiled from ear to ear. "Certainly. It will be my pleasure. And I do mean that!" She had already started to reposition when she added, "In fact, perhaps I'll titfuck him for a while so I can listen in and chime in if I feel so inspired. Is that okay with you?"

"Certainly," Susan responded.

Susan and Xania swapped positions, after which Xania trapped Alan's erection between her somehow soft yet firm boobs and began to rhythmically squeeze. Mere seconds later, she also stuck her long tongue out and began lapping her way in circles around his cockhead.

He started to moan to register his lusty approval, but Susan silenced him with a scorching kiss, just as Xania's kissing had silenced him a short time earlier. Even as his tongue dueled with his mother's, he chuckled to himself at how great it all was.

However, Susan really was intent on talking, because she didn't neck with him very long. She began fondling his balls, since that was the only part of his privates not already enveloped by Xania's mouth or cleavage. Smirking proudly at how well he was being taken care of, she said, "Okay, now that we're nice and comfy, I can tell you what I came here for."

He smirked too. "What, you didn't just come out here to have fun?"

She replied with a serious, sincere look. "Oh, heavens no!" Then she grinned with impish pleasure. "True, I can't help myself around you. It's like a moth to flame. But I have work to do in the house, and I honestly have something urgent to discuss. Do you think you can pay attention?"

He looked down at Xania. Her tongue was so long that she was licking all over his sweet spot, even while her big tits were tightly squeezing and sliding. He shook his head in wonder. "Somehow, I don't know how, I'm getting used to this. You must have trained me well. So ... shoot."

"Okay. I've got a special favor to ask. I know your policy on keeping any mention of your relationship with Glory a total secret. I respect and understand that. But ... I think it's time we share that secret with Brenda."

He was deep in an erotic fog, already forced to squeeze his PC muscle continuously just not to delay when he would cum. But he had become accustomed to that exact situation, so he still managed to keep up with the conversation. "NO! Absolutely not!"

"But Tiger!" Susan let go of his balls so she could run her hands sensuously over his chest. "There's good reason. It's not just that I long to tell her about your great conquest of your sexy teacher, and how you're taming her into deeper and deeper submission, although there is that."

"Um, are you forgetting that she dumped me? Hello?"

"That's just a temporary setback, I'm sure," Susan cooed. "No one can resist you. Look at you! You've got two nude big-titted babes crawling all over you. Xania used to just be your psychologist, but now you've got her worshipping your cock! How can Glory resist all this? She can't!" Susan briefly reached back and ran a finger around the crown of his cockhead. Then she had to remove her hand, because Xania suddenly engulfed all of his cockhead, even as she kept the titfuck going.

Susan had to chuckle. "All right! Go Xania! That's what I'm talking about, darn it! That's making me salivate so much!" She looked back up at her son. "Anyway, like I said, that's not the main reason. The thing is, Brenda is growing closer and closer to us all. Right now, she's in the house, helping us clean up, as I'm sure you've noticed. She asked me why we were cleaning the house so thoroughly, and I started to tell her about Glory coming over later. But I had to stop myself and just vaguely say that a special guest is coming."

Susan had been slowly scooting up Alan's body, bringing her face closer to his. She lifted herself up so her chin was nearly touching his. "Son, it's not fair! Even though you've given her an opportunity to pursue a relationship with Adrian, the truth is, she's being fully tamed by YOU!"

She briefly planted a kiss on his lips, but he was too busy just trying to continue breathing to be able to respond much. She continued, "Although she's also pursuing this thing with her son, Suzanne assures me that it's needed for his mental health and development. You're a big man to allow that. But you and I both know that's only a temporary phase. Eventually, Adrian will have to learn to fly on his own. He has to, because Brenda's heart belongs to YOU! She's totally devoted to you, Son. Her greatest desire and her most-secret wish is to be your SLAVE! If you can't see that by the way she looks at you every time she looks your way, then you must be blind! I dare you to deny it!"

He simply panted for a while. Xania was inspired by Susan's statements, more by the passion behind them than the actual words. She was really going to town on his cock with her massive tits, sliding lips, and extraordinary tongue. It was all he could do to pay attention to Susan without cumming on the spot. Forming any sort of coherent response would be a big challenge, which he was trying to work up to.

Susan saw that. She reached back, tapped Xania on the head, and said, "Better take it down a notch or two, or you're gonna be soaked in a sperm bath." She giggled and added, "Not that that's a bad thing!"