Part 15: Tempted

Day 37: Tuesday, October 22

Chapter 1

On the cheerleader front, after all the fun Katherine, Alan, and Kim had in the storage closet, and Kim's generous offer for them to use her house, neither Katherine nor Alan brought up the idea of counter-blackmailing Kim again.

In fact, if anyone was in the driver's seat now in terms of setting rules and an agenda, it was Alan first, Katherine second, and Kim last. The fact that Kim was much younger made it hard for her to stay in control. She could easily have blackmailed both Alan and Katherine over their incestuous relationship, and she did in fact find the idea of dominating Katherine temptingly arousing in terms of possibilities. However, she just wasn't the kind of person who would enjoy actually doing that.

And then there was her horniness. If either of the Plummer siblings suggested a situation that could lead to more sexual fun, Kim was all for it.

The situation with Heather was a bit more prickly and tricky, but Alan assured Katherine that the head cheerleader could be handled. Luckily, Heather didn't know much.

At school on Tuesday, things went pretty well for Alan. He'd managed to get off twice before breakfast, so he was more or less able to concentrate. The only strange thing to happen was in his history class with Ms. Rhymer. He was busy with all the other students taking a test until he came across one particularly difficult question. As he often did on tough questions, he stared out the window as he pondered, as if he could find the answer written in the clouds.

Then he noticed his teacher's reflection in the windowpane. She appeared to be staring in his direction. Since he was looking out the window, she didn't realize that he knew she was looking at him. Alan noticed that even as her gaze remained fixed she also had a strange, far away look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of her desk on the spot where she usually sat when she talked to him after class. She held a ruler with both of her hands, and Alan noticed that she languidly caressed it up and down.

Wait! he suddenly realized. That's exactly like stroking a dick! Still looking at reflections in the window, he scanned the class to see if anyone else had noticed. No, everyone is too busy with their tests.

He continued to watch her reflection in the window as she stroked the ruler. There could be no doubt about it: she was treating the ruler just like an erect prick. One hand held it at the base while her other hand slowly went up and down its upper half. Then, gradually, the pace of her hands on the penis/ruler quickened, and soon reached a furious pace.

Alan could hardly believe his own eyes. While he'd long considered her his most beautiful teacher and lusted after her privately, it had all seemed like a safe fantasy. He could hardly conceive of her actually having sexual desires and actions of her own. He was again shocked to look around the room, through the reflections on the windows, and find that nobody else had noticed anything out of the ordinary. It seemed to him that what she was doing was blatantly obvious, but everyone else was simply too busy with the test to even look up at her.

She began to pant, and despite all the conservative clothes she wore, Alan could detect her pert boobs heaving in time to her vigorous stroking of the ruler. He looked around again, amazed that the jiggling of her breasts still hadn't attracted the attention of any of her many horny young admirers, all of whom would have practically killed to see such a sight. However, he was completely riveted, especially since he could see by her reflection in the window that she was staring right in his direction the entire time.

Finally it seemed like she and the ruler somehow climaxed together. He half expected to see jism shoot from its end, then realized how silly that idea was. However, she WAS panting heavily.

After what seemed to be the climax, it appeared that Ms. Rhymer slowly came back to her senses. She put the ruler down and looked at it a bit shamefully. However, it appeared to him that he could still detect her butt wiggling around a bit, and then realized that she was sitting right on the corner of the desk. Oh my God! Now she must be trying to get herself off with the corner of the desk! Did she have a real orgasm with the ruler?

But then she got up and returned to her seat behind her desk.

Alan tried to return to his test. Did she notice that I saw her through the window? I was looking up and away from my paper for an awfully long time. Certainly she would have noticed that? Was she putting on a show for my benefit?

He looked up at her again, directly this time and not through the reflection. She stared directly and intensely right at him. But when she realized he was returning her gaze, she appeared to get nervous and quickly looked away. He went back to his test, but couldn't think. He looked up again via the window's reflection. She's staring at me again! What gives?

Alan then noticed that if one paid close attention, it appeared that she was moving around slightly in her seat. Her face appeared really flushed as well, even more than it had a few minutes earlier. Then he realized that both of her hands were in her lap. What they were doing there was blocked by the desk, but he could make a good guess, especially since her arms appeared to move in a piston pattern.

She's masturbating right in front of the class! he realized. Not only that, but she's doing it while she's STILL staring at me! God, does she have a thing for me?! Duuuuh. She must! After all this time, three years of lusting, and I finally find out that she likes ME! Dang!

This is just too bizarre. The most beautiful teacher in school is masturbating in my class while thinking of me, and then I've got to go paint the pussies of my sister and her friend for lunch. And today is a Tuesday, so who knows what that'll mean. Is Mom going to do another "abnormality check" of my dick even though Ron is home?

And then there's Aunt Suzy ... She could come into my room at any time. And another appointment with Akami is coming up ... This is just too weird! It's like I'm having the total harmonic convergence of sexual luck! And really, it all goes back to my "six-times-a-day" treatment. That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It's hard to believe that that was a legitimate treatment.

He saw his teacher gasp. Her face turned even more red, and she suddenly looked very embarrassed. There's no doubt. She just had an orgasm! In class! In front of everybody! And no one but me noticed! I'll be damned!

After that, Alan's concentration on the assigned test was pretty much shot. Every time he tried to focus, all he could see in his mind's eye was the expression on his teacher's face when she'd climaxed. He had no doubt that his test results would be poor.

He lingered after class to see if Ms. Rhymer wanted to speak with him. But not only did she not say anything, she appeared to be nervous and ignoring him completely. Although he was the last student out the door, she remained quiet. As he left, he noticed that she hadn't even gotten up from her chair, which remained behind her desk.

Chapter 2

There really was no painting to speak of that day.

Katherine and Kim were wearing normal skirts since it wasn't a game day. But underneath they both wore real black panties, just to be on the safe side.

Alan removed their skirts, and then actually had to perform the relatively unfamiliar act of taking off panties to thoroughly check their paint jobs. He found that the paint was so durable from the day before that he didn't need to repaint them, so he had more of a social visit with Kim and Katherine in the supply closet.

They only stayed a few minutes, and their talk was entirely nonsexual. Mostly it was a chance for Alan and Kim to learn more about each other. Katherine was definitely on her best non-teasing behavior because of her promise to cool it until Thursday.

And so things went relatively normally until Alan got home. Then, once again, his charmed and strange life seemed to get particularly surreal.

He walked inside to find Susan seemingly waiting for him in the kitchen. Just seeing his mother these days, no matter her attitude or what she wore, usually got him hard. At the very least, all he would have to do is see her hands or lips and remember what she had done to him with them, and he'd have an instant boner.

But being alone with her in the kitchen today got him especially hard and horny. He recalled their one wild day together when he came upon her washing the dishes at the kitchen sink and extensively fondled her ass. It was all he could do not to whip his shorts off and climax all over her backside.

Susan was dressed in her usual conservative, around-the-house clothing. But no matter how she dressed, there was no way for her to completely hide her fantastic tits and the rest of her shapely body. In fact, drab clothes had a way of drawing attention to her assets even more, as if those assets rose to the challenge of proving their ability to attract one's eyes no matter what she wore.

Jesus Christ, he thought, Mom's tits look like they're ready to burst through even that heavy fabric! I can totally see how erect her nipples are. And it pains me to think about the rest of her fuckable body, 'cos it's all too huggable and touchable. What an ass! Certainly she must also remember vividly what happened last Tuesday. Is that why she's meeting me in the kitchen? Sis said something about having somewhere to go with Aims after school. Has Mom manipulated things to make sure we could be alone? She's going to be touching my cock soon, I just know it!

Susan appeared to be very nervous. She said without looking at him, "Tiger, there have been some changes around here lately, changes for the good. We've been able to make this a respectable, Christian household again. I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but, uh..." She paused and struggled over what to say.

Then she continued, "Since your father has returned home, things are more the way they should be. I'm sure you'll agree. But we still have your medical problem, and since today is a Tuesday, I think it's still important that you have your check for abnormalities on your ... member. You told me last night how it's getting more difficult for you to achieve satisfaction, and Suzanne warned me that you're suffering soreness and chafing down there. I'm concerned. Do you think that we can forget what happened last week, and do such a check in a much more clinical and dignified manner?"

Alan nodded his head in agreement, even as he gulped in frightened and excited anticipation.

"Good. I'm glad you agree. Why don't we go to your room?"

They began to head in that direction.

Susan really was determined to perform the abnormality check in the most non-sexual manner possible. She told herself repeatedly that she was only doing it because Suzanne had talked her into it and really left her no alternative. She cradled a cup in her hands, and spoke as they walked, "I think it was a mistake to take our clothes off last time. This time, just unzip your fly, move your underwear to the side and let it poke out. Then you can shoot into this cup." She held the cup up for him to see.

Back in his room, she was the epitome of professionalism. She waited for him to sit down and take out his hard-on, which he did. True, she knelt in front of him, which was exciting in and of itself, but then when she began to rub his erection, she did it clinically and dispassionately. She didn't say a word and remained poker-faced, even grim.

This is no fun, thought Alan. I almost have more fun with my own hands.

He was determined that things wouldn't continue like this. He willed his dick to get flaccid, although normally the mere idea of his mother doing an abnormality check would have made it as hard as it could get. He thought of two extremely fat, ugly, pockmarked, and pimply men having sex with each other, and that worked wonders to get and keep his penis down.

Susan tried to stroke his deflated dick, but it continued to soften.

In desperation, he lied to her. "I'm sorry, Mom, but with you all bundled up in your conservative clothes, I just can't get it up. It reminds me of the old, unsexy days. And you're not being very passionate. I need some visual stimulation at the very least. I'm having such trouble sometimes, lately, getting a reaction down there."

"You're really a handful, Alan Plummer!" she said in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?" She thought, This is not good! I can't allow things to get out of hand. I have to think of my husband! I don't know if he's cheating on me or not, but I am still married. It's not the act of helping with Tiger's medical treatment that bothers me; it's all these depraved, sinful, and decidedly un-wifely thoughts that go through my head when I do it! I'm so weak!

After no response, and a long pause, she said, "Okay, just a little visual stimulation. But none of my clothes are coming off, you understand?"

He asked with deliberate cluelessness, "How can I get visual stimulation if your clothes won't come off? ... Hey, I know! I've got an idea. Stand up and raise your skirt. That might do something."

"Very well," she said, sighing. "At least you didn't focus on my boobs for once, and I don't have to take anything off." She stood and raised her dress, fully exposing her hairy snatch.

Even now, after supposedly "reforming," she still wasn't wearing any underwear, a fact that Alan was quite pleased to discover. To divert her attention away from his delight at this turn of events, he feigned confusion. "I'm a bit surprised, Mom. Didn't you take to wearing a bra and undies again?"

She sighed again, and looked away. "Yes, I did," she answered reluctantly, "but I'm experimenting. Is there anything wrong with that? You heard in the car the other day that Ron and I are having some marital difficulties. Perhaps if I dress a little sexier, maybe that'll help."

In actual fact, though, she was only going without underwear in the mornings and afternoons, when Ron wasn't around but Alan was. She didn't even know why she was doing that, except that it made her feel good somehow. She snapped defensively, "Are you happy now? Does that make me a bad person or something?"

"No. Geez. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Anyway, Son, are you ready yet?" she asked impatiently. "I can't just stand here like this!" She was worried, because his eyes were focused on her labia like a laser, from only a few feet away, and that was getting her extremely hot and bothered. She had to fight the temptation to spread her legs wider and expose more pink to her son's lustful gaze.

Speaking more to herself than to him, she said, "I shouldn't call you 'Son' at a time like this. It's so embarrassing! It's not right for a son to look at his mother's most intimate places. It's ... so very improper!"

Her impatience continued to grow because she was feeling more aroused with each passing second. She was starting to feel tingly all over, especially between her legs, and she worried that he would soon start to see moisture down there.

Then there was Alan's extremely distracting dick, which wasn't helping her effort to keep breathing evenly. She nodded towards where it was hanging out of his shorts, and noted, "I see you're almost there."

In fact, his dick had already gotten rock hard as soon as he took one look at her fully exposed slit. But he still didn't want her to touch him in only a clinical way, so he hoped to sex things up a bit more. He thought again of extremely fat men having sex, which caused his dick to deflate halfway just as she reached out to begin stroking it again.

"Tiger, you're too much!" Susan cried in exasperation as she saw his boner wilt. "What now?!"

Alan quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, the way you were being kind of snippy and resentful at my question, it broke my mood. And now it's not working anymore."

Susan was still holding her skirt up with one hand, but then she let it down in defeat. "Talk about prima donnas!" she griped. She was unusually irritable because her emotions were in a jumble. Expecting the inevitable, she unbuttoned her blouse and then spoke with more than a little frustration in her voice. "Come on! Look at my chest, if that helps! Even look at my ... unmentionable area!"

He gladly looked at both areas, and he loved it. But he pretended to be frustrated.

She dropped the skirt again and sighed. "What now, oh Mr.-Suddenly-Can't-Get-It-Up-If-My-Life-Depended-On-It?"

"I dunno, maybe if I could just 'get your attention' - you know - touch you on the rear a little."

She was even more exasperated at that, and ruefully recalled his massage the previous Thursday, and how that innocent touching had spun out of control. But with no alternative in sight, she said, "Oh ... all right! Go ahead and make it quick. I'm far too lenient with you, you know. It's a miracle you're not more spoiled."

She was frustrated, but she was also secretly pleased. She turned around and let him lift her skirt and play with her ass. She was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties, and she knew he'd get a good look at her labia from behind. She had to force herself to keep her legs close together so he wouldn't get too good a look there.

What's more, he didn't just give her ass a quick fondle, he got on his knees and started to give it a very intimate and prolonged exploration.

As he got into rubbing his hands all over her butt, an unexpectedly strong sexual feeling welled up in her. Despite her intentions to the contrary, she began to intensely enjoy what he was doing to her rear end.

She thought, It's been far too long since I've felt like this. It's been six days since I gave him a blowjob. That's almost a week. I can't go without him that long! God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need some of his yummy sperm in my mouth right now!

No. That's wrong. I'm a good, Christian woman, a married woman. My husband is in town. In theory, he could come home and see this! I have to keep control...

She became so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to protest when Alan carefully and gently stuck a covertly-lubricated finger in her anus and began to pump it in and out. Far from being outraged by this invasion of her boundaries, she merely gasped erotically, "Oooh! Tiger!"

She thought, That's my Tiger. You give him an inch, and before you know it you're lying naked on the bed with a big, thick, super-long dick shoved down your throat! I love it! He's so forceful!

In truth, he wasn't really that forceful, since most guys in his shoes would have lost all control around a woman as physically awe-inspiring as Susan, but she didn't see it that way. It was all she could do not to fall on the bed and widely spread her legs and ass cheeks for him to explore. She also had to resist the urge to encourage him to lovingly probe her suddenly sensitive anus even more deeply than he already was.

But then, suddenly, she came to her senses and remembered her vow to be professional and dispassionate. She again reminded herself of her husband and that Alan would have to cool it. She was surprised though to discover a feeling of regret in being so sensible, once she made her decision.

"Okay, buster," she told him. "Enough's enough. You must be hard by now."

He sat up on the bed, so she could have a better view of his crotch.

She turned around, forcing his hands away from her butt in the process. Sure enough, his dick was hard again. She knelt back down in front of where he now sat. "Quick now, Tiger, before the moon turns green or you come up with some new weird excuse, let's get this over with already!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine now," he said sincerely.

On the surface, everything was done strictly by-the-book. With one hand Susan jerked him off, and with the other she quickly performed the abnormality check. But in fact, she caressed his boner with a passion and intensity which she had not felt even a few minutes earlier.

Even with her being as professional as possible, Alan still greatly enjoyed it. There was no way for her to fondle his dick without it feeling good. Plus, with her blouse mostly unbuttoned, he had a great view of her braless boobs bouncing and swaying in time to her "checking."

She finished the check quickly, saying, "There. Now that's how it should be done. Professionally. Responsibly."

He was crushed. Since she had been doing a serious check, it actually didn't take much time at all.

However, she added, "But now that we're done with that, I think it would be good for you to get one of your daily times over and done with. Since you've been having such difficulty getting and keeping stiff lately, do you need my help to finish yourself off? Or can you handle it on your own?"

He was no fool. He replied, "Um, actually, I could really use your help."

"Oh, very well." She sighed, but she was secretly delighted. In fact, she didn't really keep it very secret, because her face lit up with a big smile.

Chapter 3

This time, Susan used both hands and really went to town. Her hands flew up and down and around his shaft as she delighted in her first real handjob for what seemed like ages.

She loved it, but what she really longed for was to stick it in her mouth. She loved a blowjob more than just about anything, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps because it seemed to be the epitome of naughtiness - both her parents would have had heart attacks even thinking about a penis being put in any mouth, much less hers. Even her father was so brainwashed into thinking a penis was inherently filthy and sinful that he would not have found the idea of a blowjob arousing. But Susan had vowed to herself not to allow a blowjob to happen under any circumstances, so she channeled all her passion into the handjob instead.

Alan was loving life. He was feeling so good that he decided to press his luck a little bit. Susan was panting and grinning and generally enjoying herself so much that he was confident she wasn't about to stop no matter what he said.

"Hey Mom? You know, I can feel it starting to go down a little."

She was incredulous. "You're kidding me! You're a very virile young man with a wonderfully thick and powerful, uh, member. Son, this erection is so hard and ... good. I don't see a problem here." Her hands slid and sloshed all over, sped along by a growing amount of pre-cum.

But he persisted, "Trust me. Maybe you can't see it yet, but it's definitely going down, mentally. I can't help but think about you and Ron together, and his hands doing sexual things to you."

"Don't think about that!" she protested as she rubbed two fingers against his sweet spot. "I tell you, he's hardly touched me since he's come back."

"Well, that's a relief. But just to be on the safe side, I think it's probably better if you pull your top up to your shoulders. 'Cos you're so bountiful and beautiful up there. That'll take my mind off thinking about anything else."

She narrowed her eyes. "You would say that. You expect to just snap your fingers and see your over-endowed mother eagerly bare her chest? Is that what you want? Do you get some kind of sick thrill watching my big boobies bounce all over the place?"

He wasn't thinking too clearly at that point, because it seemed like a no-brainer question. "Um, yes."

She sighed, even though she was secretly delighted. "What if your father were to see us like this? Don't you think my being bare-chested would just make things worse?" She resumed stroking her son's thickness, which accidentally, or not so accidentally, caused her "big boobies to bounce all over the place" even more.

Alan had a clever thought. "Well, it might even help speed things up a little bit, so I think it could actually be safer."

She sighed louder. "You have a point there. Very well. But I'm just opening things up a tad so we can get this done quickly." She frowned, then pulled away and started fiddling with the buttons on her blouse.

He didn't realize it, but Susan was so aroused by that point that he could just as easily have talked her into a blowjob. But he was too far gone to be thinking clearly, and he still tended to take her protests at face value despite the burning fire of passion in her eyes.

She didn't just open her blouse a "tad"; she rearranged her blouse so that it was completely unbuttoned, gaping down to her belly button, giving him a clear view of her mighty rack. She didn't know why, but of all the things that turned her on, having her son stare at or fondle her big bare breasts was at or near the top of her list. Her cunt was getting wetter all the time, making a big damp spot on her skirt.

The downside for Alan was that he was correct in the fact that seeing his mother expose herself like that DID speed things up for him. He'd already been having a heck of a time trying not to cum too soon, and even his recently-begun, regular PC muscle exercises only helped a little.

She leaned in close, so close that he could feel her damp breath on his shaft. I'm so bad! Apparently it's not enough for me to stroke my son's thick member; I have to breathe heavily on it too. It's like I'm some kind of obscene phone caller, panting on him like some kind of sex fiend.

Dear Lord, please give me strength! I have to do this to help my darling son with his problem, but why do I have to enjoy it so much?! It's just ... it's just ... so hot! Sex with Ron was nothing like this. That felt like a chore. But this ... it's so exciting! And so naughty! I'm a naughty, shameless, busty mommy. Just look at my big breasts bouncing around. It's all so sinful. Tiger is probably going to blast my face with a thick load of his creamy, spermy goodness, and I'll deserve it!

She leaned forward even closer to his boner, panting on it in an ever more overt manner. Oh dear! This is bad. If I keep this up much longer, I won't be able to resist cramming it into my mouth. It's just too thick and tempting. We'd better wrap this up, fast!

She stared intently at her fingers moving over his cockhead as she said with great concern, "We have to hurry! Between your huge penis, er, unmentionable, and my excessively large breasts swinging in time to my sliding hands, this scene could be badly misconstrued!"

With a furrowed brow, she continued to concentrate on her stroking. Then she added, "Why, if Ron saw us, he might jump to conclusions that something improper is happening!"

Alan had to hold back from laughing out loud. He also had to restrain himself from reaching out and firmly grasping his mother's steadily swaying tits. Between the tactile stimulation of her fingers and the visual stimulation of her massive tits, he couldn't cope with all the pleasure.

The end came upon him quickly. "I'm losing it, Mom! The cup! The cup!"

She fumbled around for the cup and positioned it just in time.

He ejaculated cleanly into the cup. Both were silent until he was done. In retrospect, he was disappointed that he had mentioned the cup because he would have preferred to cum all over her. But on the other hand, he worried that might have been pushing his luck too far. In any case, the whole thing was over in a fantastic but all too short five minutes.

When he had finished, she pushed his flaccid penis back into his underwear, rebuttoned her blouse, and stood up. She was panting a little, but she tried not to show it. "Thank you, Tiger. I really needed that. I needed to make sure that I understood the importance of boundaries myself, and to prove to myself that last week was an aberration. I feel like I've passed a test, and even more so since you made it extra difficult for me. It looks like I'm not going to completely fall apart if you touch me, and for that I thank the Lord."