Part 135: Good Times

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

Afterwards, they all recovered and cleaned themselves up with quick showers. The priority now was on having breakfast, since as of yet no one had eaten much. They all dressed up too, although Susan only wore her erotic apron.

Amy naturally took her clothes off before long, but Alan complained he was getting too much visual stimulation, so she put on one of Susan's extra aprons.

Alan, Katherine, and Amy sat on stools at the kitchen counter and offered to help Susan, in order to speed things along.

Susan responded tersely, "I can handle it myself quite nicely, thank you very much." This wasn't too surprising, as she considered the kitchen her turf and didn't like others to "meddle" there. However, she continued, "But if you're in a helping mood, there's lots that can be done. I've been thinking - what if Christine were to ring the doorbell right now and wanted to come in for a visit? What would we do? We'd be in deep doo-doo. We need to get the smell of sex out of here."

Katherine said, "But Mom, you know that's a losing battle. I predict that even before we finish cleaning, Brother's cock will be soaked with our cum and/or saliva, and he'll have made us all sopping wet, smelling it all up again."

"I know," the buxom mother conceded, "but we have to try. We certainly can do better than how it is at the moment, with a really deep clean."

Alan pointed out, "That's kind of a moot point, though, isn't it? The place can smell great, but if Christine or anyone else walks in and sees the big bed and the dancing pole in the living room, they'll know something's up. We just have to keep this house visitor-free."

Susan continued to talk while finally preparing the pancake mix. "Yes, I've been thinking about that too. Back when we installed those things, I'm afraid we were too addled with cock lust and googly-eyed over our big strong Tiger here." She smiled and pointed her spatula at her son. "Mistakes were made. But now that we're more lucid, we need to rethink some of those rash decisions."

Amy looked at her brother and sister and said, "What happened? Did space aliens come and replace Mom with an exact duplicate or something?"

"They must have!" Katherine answered while giggling. She leaned over the counter and waved her hands towards Susan's face, snapping her fingers. "Hello? Mom? You okay?"

Susan grumbled, "Ha-ha, kids. I know I enjoy my mind-blowing incestuous sex as much as anybody, but Suzanne doesn't have a corner on being responsible, you know. This is a serious problem. Now that Tiger's starting to tame Christine, she's gonna want to see him more and more. It's just a matter of time until she comes over here to visit, and ... play." She cupped her boobs from below, and wiggled her body back and forth suggestively.

Amy had just walked around the counter into the kitchen. She made the exact same gesture and motion with her bare chest. She mimicked Christine's voice. "Is Alan here? Can he come out to play with me and my horny body? My tits are so lonely. They really need to get fucked!"

Katherine pumped a fist in the air, celebrating Amy's playfulness. "Good one!" She was surprised, since Amy normally didn't make that kind of joke. However, she detected a slight undercurrent of sarcasm and jealousy towards Christine as well.

"Very funny," Alan deadpanned. But he felt his penis begin to stir a little, as Amy and Susan wiggled their asses back and forth in synchronous rhythm.

Susan stood still, and quickly switched from teasing back to dead serious. "But seriously, once Christine is tamed and wants to visit, then what'll we do?"

"Whoa," he said, holding his hands out defensively. "Who said I'm taming Christine? I don't even know what this taming process that everyone talks about is, exactly. Besides, whatever it is, I seriously doubt it would work on Christine. We need to have a group talk on what we should do with her, and soon."

Susan grinned. "I know exactly what you should do with her: teach her the joy of living on her knees, with her mouth stuffed with your cock! And there's so much she could do with those enormous round tits of hers. She'd be a natural titfucking queen. But that's probably not what you're talking about at the moment."

The horny mother smirked, briefly thrusting her tits out with her hands cupping their undersides again. She looked down at her own rack as if she were looking at Christine's F-cups. "She is soooo Alan-worthy."

Alan rolled his eyes. "I'm pretending not to hear you."

Still standing next to Susan, Amy smacked Susan's nearest bare ass cheek. "Fat chance of that!"

Susan caught on. She turned around and bent over, putting her gorgeous bare ass on display for Alan and Katherine sitting at the counter. "Ouch! Tiger, tell her to stop. Tell her that you're in change of spanking my ass!"

He covered his eyes with his hands. "I'm pretending not to see you either."

Susan stood back up and said more seriously, "In any case, we should have a group talk on how we can help you seduce her, but later. First, we'll eat breakfast. And regardless of what we decide in the group talk, it won't hurt to make this house more presentable. Why don't we move the bed to the upstairs guest room, or to the basement, or something? And, I dunno, disguise the dancing pole somehow?"

Alan put his hands down and grunted. "Huh. That might not be a bad idea."

Katherine joked, "Aims, I think you're right. Space aliens replaced Mom with an exact duplicate."

Soon, the banana pancakes were ready, and as the four of them ate, they brainstormed on what to do about the bed and the pole. The bed was no problem - since it was just a box spring and a mattress with no frame, it could be moved elsewhere in a matter of minutes. The dancing pole was much more vexing, and various ideas on how to disguise it were thrown around, but no single suggestion stood out as the best.

Midway through the meal, Suzanne walked in, coming through the gate between backyards and using the sliding door that led directly into the dining room. She was wearing a skimpy red bikini. As she opened the door, she said, "My, my, my. You people are totally messing with my mind."

"Why, Mother?" Amy asked.

"You're all sitting around, eating breakfast like a, like a ... Well, like a bunch of normal people. There's not even any kind of stealth anything going on. If it weren't for the fact that Amy and Susan are both only wearing erotic aprons, I'd think I'd just walked into the wrong house."

The others all chuckled knowingly.

"What's so funny?" Suzanne asked, a bit miffed at being left out of the joke.

Katherine explained, "If you'd stopped by, say, fifteen minutes ago, you wouldn't be saying that. Mr. Studmuffin has been doing nothing but playing with our naked bodies all morning. In fact, he fucked all three of us in the ass, one after another! Wham, wham, wham, thank you ma'ams."

Suzanne turned to Alan for confirmation. "Really? Wow. You fucked THREE ASSES before breakfast?!"

He modestly nodded.

"That's impressive, even for you." She sashayed her way over to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressed her big breasts into the back of his neck, and cooed into his ear hotly, "My turn... ?"

He was so wiped out that he didn't even feel a twitch of arousal.

But Suzanne didn't give him much of a chance to respond. "I know, I know, you need a prolonged break, right?" When he nodded, she cursed, "Damn! What lousy timing on my part. Susan, ever since your arousing phone call this morning, I've been kind of antsy. Look." She held her arms out and looked down on herself. "I'm all ready for sexy fun."

He said, "Sorry. I'm still recharging my batteries. In a little while, though..."

Suzanne waved her hand dismissively. "Never mind. It's probably for the best. But what are you all talking about so intently?"

They explained Susan's suggestion to clean up the house, and the problems they were facing.

Suzanne sat down and started adding her two cents.

Eventually, it was decided that they would cover up the pole with a hollowed out wooden pole, and pass it off as a support post. But it would take professionals to do it right and create a tight, form-fitting removable split beam from top to bottom that could be easily and quickly taken on or off. In the meantime, they decided to buy a big Christmas tree later in the day, and use that to cover the pole as best they could until workers could arrive in a few days. (The timing for that was perfect, since Christmas trees for sale were easily found just after Thanksgiving.)

With that decided, and breakfast over, all five of them changed into work clothes and began cleaning the house. The house had already been cleaned for Glory's sake just two days earlier, but that was a hasty and superficial clean. A lot of the sex smell was covered up through the heavy use of air freshener. This was a much deeper clean. In fact, Katherine was sent to the local supermarket to rent a professional carpet scrubber.

Alan was a bit chagrined by this turn of events, especially since he was the one recruited to do the most physically taxing jobs, plus all the heavy lifting (except for the moving of the mattresses, which were so big and hard to hold that four people were needed to get them into the guest room upstairs).

He mused, Talk about a come down. One minute, I'm the master of a bevy of sex slaves, fucking every ass in sight, and now I'm just the guy moving all the furniture around so we can clean underneath. What a drag! Even when we take breaks, nobody seems interested in any hanky-panky. Heck, Amy even put proper clothes on, and Mom replaced her Sex Slave Mix with Simon and Garfunkel! I'm beginning to think that space aliens replaced ALL of them with duplicates!

But I shouldn't complain. If there's one thing I need these days, it's a dose of humility. I've gotta keep it real and not let the "Bad Alan" turn me into an arrogant asshole. I don't wanna reach the point where a bunch of football players try to beat me up again. This is like someone dumping a bucket of cold water over my head. I can't forget that, basically, I'm just a very, very, VERY lucky kid.

What he didn't realize was that the others were all deliberately avoiding sexual contact with him. Suzanne had gone around to the other women one by one when Alan was out of sight, and explained that Xania had called and said that she wanted to come down to "discuss the Christine problem face to face." Suzanne wanted everyone to refrain from any sexual contact with Alan, so he could be completely recharged by the time Xania arrived. That was why she'd said it didn't matter when Alan said he wasn't ready for hanky-panky earlier.

Susan, in particular, remained very hopeful that Alan could "tame" Xania and bring her into the harem, so she was the chief enforcer, keeping everyone focused and working.

Xania had called as she was about to get into a car she'd borrowed from a friend (since Alan had her Corvette), and said she'd be there in the hour or so it took to make the drive. While it was true that she did want to be a part of the discussions about Christine, she could have taken part in a group meeting over a speakerphone. The main reason she rushed down was that she'd loved Alan's erotic phone call the night before, and wanted to experience sex with him in person.

Xania made the drive unusually quickly, because there was very little traffic on a Saturday morning during a four day weekend, and she wasn't averse to flagrantly breaking the speed limit.

When the doorbell rang, the whole gang was in the living room, vacuuming, dusting, polishing, wiping windows and so on, using liberal doses of cleaning fluids everywhere to overwhelm the sex smell. Susan stopped and asked, "I wonder who that could be?"

But Susan was a bad actress, and her sly, knowing smile gave away the fact that she was already aware of who it was, and furthermore, that she was pleased as punch about it. As a result, Alan wasn't worried that Christine or some stranger was there. Besides, for once, everyone was fully dressed and presentable. He went to the door and opened it.

Like Suzanne, her former college roommate, Xania had a flair for the dramatic, and knew how to strut her stuff. She'd carefully picked out her outfit, and also struck an outrageously sexy pose.

She wore a pale blue top that revealed all her cleavage. A tight black leather skirt and black medium high heels completed her look. Knowing how much Alan loved tits, she cocked a hip and pulled down on the front of her top with both hands, exposing to the top of her tummy.

As she mugged for him shamelessly, she teased, "My oh my, it certainly is hot around here, isn't it?"

Despite the fact that Alan was constantly surrounded by beautiful women in various states of undress, his breath was taken away. Xania? Cool! Man, today is going to be a GREAT day! I'm totally going to fuck her, that's for sure! Jesus Christ, with my four loves in the house plus Xania, the collection of busty beauty in the house is gonna be off the charts!

He finally gathered his wits to say, "Xania! Wow! What are you doing here?"

She grinned. "Is that any kind of way to greet me? After our phone call last night, I'd half expect you to strip me naked on the front lawn."

He put his hand to his chin, pretending to be in deep contemplation. "Hmmm..." Then, moving with lightning speed, he stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

Chapter 2

Alan and Xania were now both standing outside, but in fact they weren't really exposed. The house extended out further on one side of the door, blocking the view from that direction, and there were plenty of trees and bushes blocking the view from other angles. One would pretty much have to be standing on the street, right in front of the house, to see the two of them standing there.

Xania was turned on by involuntary exhibitionism like nothing else, and the fact that they were outside tremendously excited her. "Hey! Stop that!" she squealed as Alan wrapped his arms around her and pulled in for a kiss.

As soon as their lips were locked and she wasn't able to easily protest, his hands got to work. At first, he reached underneath her shirt and managed to unhook her bra.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" she complained, even though she made no effort whatsoever to impede him.

"You know our policy: no underwear allowed in the house." However, he couldn't get it off her shoulders with her top on, so he started taking her top off as well by unbuttoning the buttons down the front.

She broke another passionate kiss to complain, "Wha-? No! Not the top too!"

"Don't worry," he said calmly, while lightly tugging on one of her nipples. "Just for a sec, so I can get your bra all the way off."

She grumbled, but assisted him until her bra was in his hands. She put her top back on, but it remained completely unbuttoned and wide open in the front. Her pussy was wet and her nipples rock hard, and she was half-wishing that he'd insisted on keeping the top all the way off too.

He casually tossed the bra far into the bushes.

"Hey! That's expensive!" she protested again, even though the gesture made her smolder with desire.

Just then, the sound of a muffled cheer went up.

Xania looked around frantically. Through the foliage, she spied the rest of the women plastered to the front windows of the living room, watching intently. They waved, smiled, and flashed the thumbs-up sign.

But Xania squealed with distress and tried to wiggle out of Alan's grasp. Crap! What the hell is happening here?! Of course I couldn't wait to get my hands on him, but not outside! And not with an audience staring at us!

However, he kissed her again, and before long she melted in his arms. Soon, his hands were back on her boobs, only this time, he was able to directly grope and fondle her big boobs through the front gap of her top.

"You beast!" she complained between kisses, as he played with her nipples. "Bastard!"

He ground his erection against her, deliberately sliding it up and down her camel toe. "'Beast?' If I were a beast, wouldn't I try to take your panties off, too?"

"Yes! I mean..." Her eyes went wide. "Eeek! Oh, no you don't!" Her arms had been wrapped around his back, but she brought them back to her front. He was so closely molded to her that she had to push him back a bit to cover her crotch.

He chided her, "Ssssh! The neighbors will hear!"

When he'd closed the front door, he'd only had a vague, off the cuff idea of playing around with her for a minute or two before letting her in, in order to tease her for saying, "After our phone call last night, I'd half expect you to strip me naked on the front lawn." But, judging from her aroused reaction, things were going so well that he decided to see just how far he could go.

First, he distracted her by saying, "By the way, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long that you really will scream your voice hoarse. You'll be incapable of driving yourself home. And I might just do it here on the front lawn!"

That caused her to gasp. Oh, shit! Is he serious?! Anything is possible with this cheeky kid!

Seeing her hands covering the front of her miniskirt, he slid both of his hands down the backside of her skirt, delving deep down to the bottom of her ass cheeks. As his hands went down, he pulled her panties down too, leaving them bunched up at the top of her thighs.

Xania's hands went back towards her ass, but too late. That left her crotch exposed. He pressed in against her there with his thinly covered erection, and resumed grinding. She wanted to scream again, but stayed quiet for fear of the neighbors.

(In fact, any threat of neighbors was an idle one, since one might wait for hours before seeing a car drive down the street, and the odds of someone walking past were much less. Alan knew that, but she didn't.)

She held on to her panties, preventing him from pulling them further down. Shit, shit, shit! Things are getting out of hand! And I'm getting way too horny to put up a fight! I can't lose my panties or he really might fuck me right here!

He gave up on her panties, at least for now, and went back to kissing and fondling her. He kept one hand on her ass, with a couple fingers hooked in the panties, to make sure she couldn't pull them up again. She had, in fact, stopped trying, beyond one or two feeble tugs.

His erection continued to grind against her. Each time it happened to make contact with her engorged clitoris, she had to fight off the urge to cum. The fact that their clothes were in the way made little difference. She brought a hand down to keep his erection from making too much contact, but somehow she wound up firmly holding it through his shorts instead.

She was panicky. OH NO! What am I doing?! I'm holding his cock and I'm probably going to start stroking him, the way things are going. I'm too HOT! Like molten lava! I've got to get us in the house first, where it's safe!

However, she was lulled with distractingly passionate kisses. Sure enough, she started jacking him off a bit through his shorts.

He attempted to pull her top off one of her shoulders.

Her hands immediately flew up to try and stop that.

But that's what he'd hoped she would do. Even as her hands were going up, his were going down, and he managed to pull her panties down to her knees before she realized what he was doing.

"You BASTARD!" she hissed, still utterly astounded this was all happening outside. "You really are the devil!"

He had to bend down low to take her panties completely off, giving her a golden opportunity to break away and rush to the door.

However, to his relief, not only did she remain standing there, she lifted up one foot and then the other, allowing him to take her panties off the rest of the way. "I might as well admit defeat, you evil boy," she griped.

Standing back up, he brought her panties to his face and took a deep whiff. He grinned. "Hmmm. These are really wet and musky. Somebody here seems to like being stripped in public."

"I DO NOT!" Realizing she was speaking too loud, she repeated herself in a quiet yet insistent hiss. "I do not!" She glanced over to the four women at the window just in time to see their eyes all go to some bushes a few feet away, like they were following a tennis ball flying through the air. Then another round of cheers broke out.

Xania closed her eyes and winced. "SHIT! Alan, tell me that you didn't just toss my panties into the bushes too."

He was all grins. "Okay. I'll tell you that. But it would be a lie."

"Grrr!" She stomped her foot in frustration. But in truth, she loved it. She'd had many lovers, male and female, but nobody else had ever treated her like this. Her pussy was gushing, and her whole body trembled with fear and desire.

She could barely control herself - she threw her arms around him again and kissed him madly.

He naturally kissed back, but he also resumed grinding his erection against her pussy.

"Oh, no you don't!" she panted. She brought a hand down to push his erection away, but despite her intentions, she somehow managed to resume jacking him off through his shorts again.

She was as distraught as she was aroused. Oh, fuck me! My hand is betraying me! But his damn cock is too big and thick! Maybe if I can get him to cum, he'll stop harassing me for a while. She knew that was a feeble justification, since she could tell he was a very long way from cumming.

He took advantage of her distraction to work on her top some more. Happily, since its buttons were already undone, it was off her and in his hands before she fully realized what he was doing.

"NoooooOOOOoooo!" she squealed with aroused dismay, even as she continued to stroke his pole. "You're going too far!" FUCK! I'm topless now, on some random suburban street, and all I can seem to do is jack him off!

"Xania, didn't you say when I came out here that you expected me to strip you naked on the front lawn? I'm just trying to meet your expectations. Are you saying you've changed your mind?"

"No ... but ... I mean ... yes ... but, but ... Don't listen to what I say! I'm a liar!"

He had a good laugh at that.

She realized with alarm, He says he's going to strip me naked. Please tell me that doesn't mean completely naked. But I'll bet it does. The fiend! I've got to do something, and fast! But it seemed her hands were glued to the bulge in his shorts.

Her top proved much more aerodynamic than the bra or panties, as his casual toss sent it clear over the bushes. He immediately hugged her tight, preventing her from being able to cover her breasts (not that covering them would have had much of an effect, since her newly bared back was to the street).

She looked at her top lying in full view in the middle of the lawn, and cursed again. "You BASTARD! I should hate you! Get that back for me, this instant!"

"Okay." He started to pull away.

"NO!" She'd realized that if he left to get the top, he'd leave her standing there topless and without any cover whatsoever. As if that weren't humiliating enough, her miniskirt was now hanging uselessly above her ass. "Fucker! You were bluffing about getting that, weren't you?"

Her eyes suddenly opened wide with new dismay, because she heard the sound of a zipper unzipping. She held her breath and prayed that he wasn't doing what she thought he was doing. One of his hands was down the back of her miniskirt, manfully clutching one of her ass cheeks, but the other one was over his groin. Her fears were confirmed when she felt his exposed erection poke the skin of her upper thigh.

"Aaaaaalan!" Her tone was a combination of frustration, pleading, and pure lust. I knew he was going to do that!

"Here, if it bothers you, I'll turn us around." They did a little shuffle, so that Alan ended up with his back to the street. Xania's near naked body was now mostly blocked by his, and since he'd unzipped his fly but kept his shorts on, they looked like two lovers kissing. But amidst the shuffling, he managed to slide his unleashed erection between her thighs.

With an evil grin, she clamped down hard on his dick with her powerful thigh muscles. "Ha ha! How do you like THAT?!"

He continued to grin happily enough. "Feels good. Do that some more."

"Arrrrgggaagggh! I hate you!" She groaned in frustration. However, she actually did start to rhythmically squeeze his turgid pole with her thighs.

She muttered as she kept squeezing, "I should just squeeze the damn thing off and save womanhood a lot of trouble from your far too sexy waaaaaAAAAIIIIEEE!"

Her words quickly turned into a shriek when he took advantage yet again and unzipped the zipper on the back of her miniskirt. It was as if he'd cut it in two with scissors, and only her quick reaction enabled her to hold it in place, still hanging uselessly around her tummy.

She was in an even more vexing fix now, because she needed both hands to keep the miniskirt from falling. As a result, she had no hands to block Alan from doing whatever he wanted to do. He was free to knead her bare ass with one hand and her bare tits with the other, while kissing his way up and down her neck.

He thought, Dang, this is too much fun! There's been a lot of talk about sex pets around here, but I'm treating her just like a sex pet. I'm going to relentlessly ravage her and play with her incredible body until her voice really is hoarse from screaming!

She was rendered speechless. She'd never been so horny in her life. She wondered why she was even bothering to keep the miniskirt in place, since it was too high up to cover any part of her ass, and he was pressed so closely against her that she couldn't easily pull it down. But it was her last shred of dignity, so she kept clinging to it.

She consoled herself, This is bad, really bad! But at least his body is between me and the sidewalk. True, his four naughty sluts must be having a high time watch my complete and utter humiliation, but I can handle that. As long as no strangers see my nudity, I can survive this!

"So," he said casually, licking her neck a little, "what brings you to our humble little abode?"

She laughed, and shook her head incredulously. "You're something else, you know that? I'd kill you with my bare hands right now, if I weren't so horny. But seriously, help me pull my skirt down. People will see my ass!"

"Pull your skirt down? Very well." He said this in a resigned tone, as if he'd finally realized he'd gone too far. He pulled away from her slightly, as if to let the skirt naturally fall back in place, but instead he yanked it down with both hands and didn't stop until it was out of her grasp and down to her knees. His hard-on slid out of her thighs as he went down, but that was a small price to pay in comparison with seeing the priceless shocked look on her face.

"OHMIGOD! HELP!" Xania screamed, forgetting about her desire to keep silent and not cause a ruckus. "I didn't mean THAT!"

The skirt would have fallen the rest of the way to the ground on its own, but he kept holding it with both hands. In truth, if anyone had been looking they would have had a difficult time noticing Xania was naked, since he stood in the way. He pretended confusion, and then understanding. "Oh, right. I forgot." He tossed her miniskirt onto the lawn too.

"Arrrggh!" She reached out helplessly towards the skirt, but it had already flown far out of her reach.

It hit her like a lightning bolt, OH GOD! Dear God! I'm COMPLETELY naked! Except for her my glasses and heels, that is, but fat lot of good those do me! Things have gone too far! Even though Alan's body was still effectively blocking anyone from the street from seeing her, she panicked and disengaged.

She actually increased the odds of someone seeing by pulling away from him and turning towards the door in a frantic effort to get inside.

Alan knew that strangers could only see if they were standing right in front of the house, because of all the foliage, and he had been periodically checking to confirm that no one was there.

However, the women peering out through the living room window could see quite well what was happening, and they were all over the moon at Alan's unexpectedly aggressive behavior.