Part 20: You Wreck Me

Day 41: Saturday, October 26

Chapter 1

A dreaming Alan found himself in a strange place. All was dark, except for a spotlighted area centered on him and the big bed he was sitting on. He was wearing just an old Chargers T-shirt, and Suzanne was on her knees between his legs, sucking his cock.

Interestingly, he found this situation both familiar and comforting. But the locale was bizarre. The lit area was quite large, but he couldn't see any furniture or walls beyond the bed he was on, or any distinguishing features besides a blue floor fading into darker blue and finally pitch black.

He was about to ask Suzanne where they were when his mother walked into the light. She was dressed in her usual "old Susan" clothes that completely covered her up, while Suzanne was naked except for the always-present high heels.

Yet this obviously wasn't the old Susan, because as soon as she saw what was going on, her eyes lit up and a big smile appeared on her face. She walked up and said, "Suzanne, you meanie! All this yummy cocksucking going on and you didn't tell me about it! Can I join in?"

Suzanne wasn't just bobbing lightly; she was deep-throating Alan fully in a way that only Glory had done to him previously. Since she couldn't answer very well with her mouth full, she moaned a loud "Mmmm-hmmm!"

Susan took this as agreement, even though Suzanne had been making many similar moans.

Alan forgot to ask where he was, because Susan started a sexy striptease. Between that and Suzanne's fantastic deep throating, he was totally overcome by lust.

Susan hurried through the striptease because she wanted to get in on the action. She knelt next to Suzanne and tapped her friend on the shoulder.

Suzanne moved over, stopped her deep throating momentarily so Susan could join in the fun.

Alan stared down in disbelief as Susan and Suzanne began taking turns working on his dick. One of them would hold and stroke the base of his shaft while the other bobbed or licked around his cockhead for half a minute or so. Then their hands and mouths would swap positions. That way, the one waiting for her turn to suck would get to jack him off for a while.

He felt very strange. Sure, they were rocking his world with overwhelming pleasure, but something seemed amiss. (He was dreaming, but didn't realize it.) He scanned his memories but couldn't actually figure out what was wrong, so he shrugged it off and went back to enjoying all their lapping and fondling and stroking.

However, they'd only managed to pass his cock back and forth a few times before Katherine entered from the shadows.

He figured that spelled trouble. Surely Susan would get upset, stand up, and insist that Katherine shouldn't get near such a lewd scene.

But all that happened was that Katherine giggled in delight, saying, "Cool! Hey, Bro! How are things these days for you? I'll bet they suck." She'd walked straight up to where he stood, then pointed down at the two buxom mothers. "They suck. Get it?"

She too started taking off her clothes in a sexy way. Mere moments later, she was nude except for the high heels she was wearing, just like the two voluptuous mothers. She didn't even ask permission, but just knelt next to Susan and tapped her hip.

Susan obligingly moved over. Now all three women were sucking him off at the same time! Instead of taking orderly turns, the scene turned into a free-for-all, with tongues and lips and fingers seemingly everywhere at once. It helped that his dream dick was a good deal wider and longer than his real one, giving the three of them lots of extra surface area to work on.

But he had hardly begun to enjoy that when someone else walked in from the shadows. He'd been expecting another beautiful woman wanting to join in, but instead it was his best friend Sean.

"Whoa, dude!" Sean was dressed in his typical school clothes, even to the backpack slung over his shoulder. He walked closer, into the light, but maintained some distance from the triple blowjob that was still in progress. "What the Hell is going on?!"

Alan spoke for the first time since his dream had begun. "I don't know, dude! I really don't know. It's bizarre!"

Sean drew a little closer, until he was about ten feet away. "Dude, is that your MOM? It is! Dude! And that's Katherine! Your sister!" He turned his head this way and that, trying to get a good look at the third woman and figure out who she was. "And that's Mrs. Pestridge, Amy's hot mom! DUDE!"

Another voice was heard off to the side. "Room for one more?"

Alan and Sean looked over and saw that it was Glory. She was already naked except for high heels.

Sean exclaimed, "DUDE! No! That's impossible! The sexiest teacher in school too?!"

Susan paused in her licking to look up at Glory and smile. "Son! I'm so proud of you! You've turned your favorite teacher into another one of your sex toys? Come over here, Ms. Rhymer. Four tongues are better than three."

Glory walked over and knelt next to Suzanne. "Please. Call me Glory. No need for formality when we're all enslaved to this young man's cock."

There were so many women now that Alan got off the bed and stood next to it, making it easier for them to all kneel up close to his crotch.

As Suzanne shifted positions, making room for Glory, she said, "Glory it is then. Here, you want to bob on his cockhead for a bit?"

Glory replied, "I don't want to impose. Let's just all lick it together."

Sean was too stunned to even speak. He made some incredulous gasping sounds.

"I know, it's weird, huh?" Alan said in response. But he didn't feel particularly embarrassed or shocked to have Sean see him like this. It was as if this were the new normal, and not having his cock sucked would be the strange thing. "This has been happening to me a lot lately. Kinda cool, huh?"

Sean put his hands on his head. "Dude! I can't believe what I'm seeing! This is like ... unreal!"

"I know," Alan nodded. "Welcome to my life."

As if to confirm Sean's "unreal" notion, just then Amy came walking into the light. She was already buck naked, again except for high heels. Other than that, she was her usual smiling self. "Cool beans! Super cocksuck fun!" She bee-lined towards the action centered on Alan.

Then she noticed Sean, but she only gave him passing interest. "Oh, hi Sean. What's up?"

Sean just pointed incredulously at the naked pile of bodies.

Amy beamed, and giggled. "I know! It's superificly orgasmotastic, isn't it? Personally, I'm gonna take his ass for a while." She knelt behind Alan, but before she started licking his ass crack, she leaned over to look at Sean (who by this time was standing in front of Alan). She wagged a naughty finger at Sean and tsk-tsked, "Sorry, Sean, but no touching, m'kay? We belong to Alan, and Alan only." Then she spread Alan's ass cheeks wide and buried her nose in his ass crack.

Sean complained loudly, as if he'd just been told that his entire family had been killed. "Oh man! That sucks! I was just about to ask if you could spare one or two for me!"

Alan said with surprising calm, given the sheer number of tongues and lips working on him, "Sorry, man. No can do. I know that makes me a greedy asshole, but I love them all, and they all love me."

"Man! I have such a boner! It literally hurts. But at least please tell me what's going on. Dude! You're doing it with your mom and sister! You're fucking them!"

Alan explained, "I wish that were true, but they're pretty much just jacking me off and sucking me too. Mostly sucking, actually. I don't know why me, or how, or anything. It just happened."

"That is soooo weird," Sean said. He was starting to calm down somewhat, but he still looked floored by what he was seeing. He appeared too aroused to be bothered very much by the apparent incest. "But that's not even the strangest part. I mean, they're like five of the sexiest women in the universe! They all could be, like, centerfolds! Seriously! How did they all fall for you?"

Alan raised his hands in a gesture that expressed his puzzlement. "I don't know, man! I really don't know! Sometimes, I think this must be a dream." Which was ironic, since he still didn't realize that it was in fact a dream (although his real life wasn't that much less incredible).

Sean was transfixed, watching five different heads bobbing up and down. He was too captivated by the sight to say any more at that moment.

So Alan continued, "I think about this all the time. It kinda bothers me. All this great sexual joy came so easily, so improbably, that it makes me think it could disappear in the blink of an eye."

"Just look at their asses!" Sean exclaimed. The tushes of Glory, Suzanne, Susan, and Katherine were lined up in a row, rising up and down in a steady rhythm like interlocked parts of a pistoning machine.

Alan was in a downright philosophical mood, so Sean's comment didn't exactly help. Then Sean asked, "And what's with their heels?"

"I don't know!" Alan wailed. "They wear high heels all the time, and I never even asked them to. Everything is too weird!"

He persisted, "I'm scared! What if all this love and sex around me disappears tomorrow? I'd be crushed! It would be like going from the gates of Heaven to the pits of Hell. I can't do ordinary anymore, man. What if I don't deserve this? What if there's some kind of karma, or payback? Are there gods or Fates at work? Could the whole thing be some sort of cruel 'brain in a jar' joke? I need answers! Do you have any?"

Sean tore his gaze away from all the bouncy rear ends to make eye contact. "Dude, if I had answers, I'd be where you are, and you'd be standing here. Why don't you ask THEM?" He nodded down towards the bobbing and licking heads. "What makes them so psyched to suck you off so much? What do they see in you? What do they want from you? Where are they going with this?"

"Yeah!" Alan exclaimed with passion. "I'm in the dark. They need to tell me what's going on! There has to be SOME kind of guiding hand. This just can't all be coincidence, can it? Is there some sort of deeper meaning to all this? Or some kind of lesson? Sean, there's some sort of secret mystery here, and I can't put my finger on it."

To Alan's great shock, Sean said matter-of-factly, "Oh, that? The secret? Yeah, I know that."

"Then tell me!" Alan exclaimed above the din of slurping and sucking.

"Okay. What you want to know ... The secret ... The answer to your question is..."

Alan could feel the dream slipping away from him. He reached out towards Sean with both hands, but in vain, since Sean was well out of reach. "Nooooo! Sean! Tell me! Quick!"

It was at that moment that Alan awoke. He sat up in his bed, totally disoriented for a few moments. It was still pitch dark, so there wasn't much to see. He flopped back down on his pillow in frustration. Shit! That was just a dream? But it was so real! Even the pleasure was so real, so intense! I could feel tongues, and lips, and...

His morning wood was throbbing and tingling with pleasure, so much so that he pulled the sheets down and looked at his crotch to understand what was happening. But there was no Katherine secretly blowing him under the covers or any other pleasant surprise like that.

He sighed heavily. But I'm not really worthy! No one is, not of all this! He sighed again.

He had a hard time going back to sleep, especially since his dick wouldn't go flaccid. He kept thinking about double and even triple or quadruple blowjobs, and all kinds of other possible permutations. Each one seemed more enticing than the last.

Forget the five in the dream; I've dreamed about them so many times before, in all kinds of combinations. Although I would kill just to get Mom and Aunt Suzy together in reality, never mind the others too! And what about Christine, and Heather ... and Simone?! Wow! I'd better include Aunt Suzy in that group too, if only so she can show Christine what do to. Sweetness! Man, what if it was the whole cheerleading squad at once? Six tongues on my cock at the same time! Why stop at four?!

Man, this is not helping me go back to sleep. Grrr! I'm just too aroused all the time.

He tossed and turned for a while before exhaustion finally overtook him.

Chapter 2

Alan slept in that Saturday morning. When he finally woke up again, he shook off the doubts and worries his dream had highlighted, trying instead to focus on the immediate positives. The day's sexual possibilities seemed endless.

He went down to the kitchen for breakfast, but no one was around. He was more than a bit spoiled, in that he expected his mother to always cook for him. But then again, cooking for the family was a big part of her self-identity, and she got upset if anyone else cooked anything without her at least taking part. He went back upstairs to find her.

Susan was in her bedroom, wearing just a towel. Nonetheless, she said, "Come in."

Alan was surprised by her scanty garb, but not very much. It seemed that half the time he'd seen her around the house in the past couple of days, she was wearing nothing but a towel. Furthermore, this one was smaller than the rest: wrapped around her torso, it just managed to cover her nipples and her bush, and there was barely an inch to spare on either top or bottom.

She sat on the edge of her bed brushing her hair, seemingly not bothered by his presence despite her near nudity. However, her heart was racing fast as she contemplated helping him with his orgasm "problem." "Good morning! What is it, Tiger?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just feeling a bit hungry is all." His penis was engorging fast in his shorts.

She glanced at his crotch and noticed the emerging bulge there. "Let me help you with that. I'll cook you some nice pancakes." Actually, I really want to help him with his big, thick, spermy problem! But I can't! Just because Ron isn't at home right now, I'm still a married woman!

She forced herself to maintain eye contact with him. "Would you like that? Or would you prefer French toast and some fruit?"

"French toast with fruit on top sounds good."

She found the idea of breakfast startlingly arousing, because it reminded her of her wild wet dream from the day before. A large part of her mind wanted to make that dream world an immediate reality, but her more prudent side held back. "Okay ... Um, before you go, Son, I have a question."

"Shoot." He tried to appear casual, but in fact he folded his hands together in front of his crotch to block the view of his raging, throbbing boner.

She was very frustrated at his hands being in the way, not to mention the fact he was wearing shorts in the first place. She could practically taste his cum on her tongue. Still, she was trying hard to not show or act on her lusty desire. "Tiger, I'm a bit concerned about your ... you know. Reaching your daily target. I know how tortured you must be lately; Suzanne and I have been talking about it a lot. I'm concerned that without getting a lot of help, uh, manual help from others, your member may be getting, you know, uh, worn out a little."

"Yeah, you could say that." If his dick was stiff before, it was doubly so now.

"That's why I thought it would be a good idea to give you this." Susan stood up to get something, but as she stood, the towel fell completely away from her body. She grabbed it as it fell and pulled it back towards her.

He lurched forward to try to help with the towel, but as he did so his erection sprang out from under his shorts and bounced forward. It didn't just peek out of his shorts partly or a little bit; it came out completely and nearly carried his balls out with it.

She pulled the towel up to her chest, which effectively covered her crotch, but she just held it with one hand over her cleavage and left almost all of her tits still uncovered. She stared down in shock at his fully exposed manhood.

She thought, There it is! It looks soooo good! So tasty! There must be something wrong with me, because my desire for my son's penis is so strong! Too strong! I can't! I can't! But look at it. Mmmm! So thick and long and manly!

After a few long moments, he covered it with both hands. He was very embarrassed too, and his heart was beating wildly just like hers.

Susan continued to silently stare at his crotch even after his hands pretty much covered all of his hard-on. Her face was turning red with embarrassment, and she continued to show little concern for covering her nude body.

Time seemed to stand still. Nobody moved or said a word. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.

Finally, he stuffed his boner back into his shorts. He didn't want to, but he felt strangely obliged to, out of politeness.

She continued to watch intently. She stared at his shorts even after his hard-on was put away, especially since he removed his hands.

"Um, sorry about that," he finally said.

She seemed to snap out of her reverie, and looked up into his eyes. "No, it's my fault. Never mind! It's nothing you and I haven't seen before, ha-ha."

The laughter was forced, so he made himself laugh back. But it helped to defuse the highly charged situation.

He noticed she still wasn't covering up her nipples with the towel. He strongly suspected that she was very aroused, tempted by the sight of his arousal. He wanted to encourage her to help him out, but he was shy about doing so. At least he managed to ask, "Do you remember the other day when I was in your room and you didn't even have a towel?"

She nodded. Without consciously realizing it, she rubbed her bare thighs together while reveling in the now pleasant and arousing memory. But she said, "Let's not even think about that, Tiger. Remember: that's in the past. Ancient history."

He nodded, though he wondered why she still held the towel with only one hand, doing a bad job of covering her nudity. He didn't really believe her "ancient history" line.

She found herself thinking, Why doesn't Ron's penis make me shiver and tingle all over, like the sight of my son's does?! He's in town, right now! I should give my husband a blowjob tonight. Today, even. That's what a good wife would do. But why does that thought not inspire me? In fact, it almost makes me feel ... disloyal. Disgusted, even. Strange.

She said a bit nervously, "Anyway, I was about to give you something. Since I'm a bit indisposed, can you get it for me? It's a jar I've put in the drawer with all my bras." She turned sideways and pointed towards her clothes cabinet, which allowed him a great side view of her body. She didn't quite reveal all of her ass, but she certainly showed off her shapely hips and incredibly toned, long legs.

He reluctantly tore his eyes away and followed her outstretched arm that was pointing towards the cabinet. He walked over to the drawer where he knew she kept her underwear.

"That's the one," she said with a strange gleam in her eyes.

He opened the drawer she'd indicated and found a jar there. He picked it up and looked at the label. It read, "KY Jelly." Then he turned back towards her.

She still held the towel in such a way that he could see nearly all of her huge tits. "Tiger, you don't use any lubricant when you do your thing, so I'm concerned about, you know, damage. It'll be better if you use that."

He was genuinely doubtful. He'd masturbated a certain way for a long time, and wasn't keen on changing. "I don't know, Mom. This stuff looks really weird."

"It's not weird." She walked towards him until she stood right next to him, with the towel still precariously covering her pussy and little else. She held the jar with her free hand, so both of them now held it. She opened it and the lid came off easily; it was clear it had been opened already. "Look. It's cherry flavored. It feels good and it tastes really nice. Try it. You'll get used to it."

He inhaling deeply. He pretended he was sniffing the jar, but he was actually interested in her smell. He loved her natural aroma, plus the shampoo and perfume she favored. He sniffed again, and realized he could also smell her arousal. He asked, "How do you know what it tastes like? And why should I care about the taste?"

She blushed. "The taste is, uh, in case a nice young lady wants to help you out with her mouth ... But please, let's not discuss this. This is very embarrassing, especially with the way I'm dressed. Or not dressed!" She coughed nervously. "It's a good thing your father is off playing golf."

He had totally forgotten about Ron. The mere mention of Ron freaked him out. He felt like a disloyal son, cheating on his own father. And even though she just said he was playing golf, he was filled with dread that they'd get caught.

Suddenly Alan wanted to be out of the room, and fast. He grabbed the jar with both hands and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so sweet and thoughtful. I'll uh, I'll try this out later." He left the room, his head swimming as he pondered her conflicting signals.

When he left, Susan thought, Oh, poo! I was so close. Why didn't he ask me to try it out? That would have given me a perfectly legitimate reason to suck him off, saving him from the sin of Onan. But maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's a sign that I have to persevere and hold out until Ron is gone. Perhaps God is testing me. Ron IS my husband, after all. In theory, I should be thinking about sexually pleasing him ... In theory.

Darn it!

Chapter 3

Not long after that, Alan went to the beach with his friends Peter and Sean. He'd been too embarrassed to see Susan again before leaving, but he left a note telling her of his plans, and that he intended to return home in time for lunch. He looked forward to many restful hours free of anything more sexually involved than ogling beautiful babes on the beach. And while he greatly enjoyed all the great sexual pleasures at home lately, he was also glad to get away from the moral issues brought forth by Ron's presence.

The blandly-named White Sands Beach was the closest beach to the high school, and since the way there was not well marked, it was virtually unknown to tourists. As a result, it was "the" place to see and be seen by kids in the school. It was also why Glory, who definitely did not want to be seen by the school crowd, never surfed there.

Alan hadn't spent time at that beach before, because he knew that it was used by the school's "cool kids" and thus socially off-limits to nerds like himself. But with the newfound confidence brought on by his recent sexual success, he decided that there was no reason to avoid that beach. After all, it was the closest beach to his house and one of the nicest beaches in the area. Peter and Sean weren't keen on going to that beach because of its reputation, but Alan talked them into it.

Heather absolutely loved being the reigning social queen of the school. So when she wasn't busy lording over "her subjects" during the school week, she spent most of her free days at White Sands Beach lording over largely the same bunch of kids there.

She also liked to flaunt her perfect body at every opportunity, so she relished wearing scandalously small bikinis to show everyone just how hot she was. She reveled in her ability to turn heads and even drop jaws just by strutting her stuff.

Since Heather liked to walk up and down the beach, patrolling her turf and showing off for "her subjects", it was inevitable that she would eventually come across Alan, Peter, and Sean.

Although the three of them were socially labeled as nerds, they didn't physically look that far out of place at the beach. It was true that Peter was quite short and chubby and didn't really fit in with the "beautiful people" who liked to show off at the beach, but Alan and Sean were both handsome and muscular, thanks to their love of playing tennis and other sports. All three of the boys were also sufficiently tanned, and didn't have embarrassing "farmer's tan" lines, due to spending time in their own backyard swimming pools.

Heather was walking along the water's edge with Simone, her best friend and sort of "right hand man" in almost everything she did (except cheerleading - Simone was too involved in school sports to be on the squad).

Simone happened to be ethnically black, but culturally she'd been raised in a very "white bread" upper class environment as one of Heather's close neighbors. Simone was arguably as beautiful as Heather, and similarly endowed physically, including having a similar impressive bra size. That was one reason why they were best friends. Both were bisexual and frequent sex partners with each other, but that wasn't the main attraction between them, since they both preferred guys and had a series of boyfriends and other male lovers.

Mainly, they were close because they had known each other since they were little kids, and Simone had learned over the years how to handle Heather: very carefully. As a result, Heather was kinder to Simone than anyone else, and Simone was the only person able to criticize Heather without pissing her off overly much.

While Heather liked to be surrounded with toadies and "yes men" types, there was something ultimately more satisfying about being friends with someone who would share their honest opinion. Her ego couldn't stand too much of it, but having one bold and fairly independent friend was good for her.

So it wasn't at all surprising that Simone and Heather were walking along the beach together, surveying the crowd like the beach's queen and her chief minister.

It always delighted Heather to hear conversations quiet and see heads turn towards her as she strolled along the water's edge. The effect was almost like the bow wave of a ship unsettling the waters as it passed by. She loved the feeling of almost every eye, male and female, silently roaming over and caressing every inch of her body in unspoken lustful desire or jealousy.

But she loved even more what happened in the wake of her passing. For instance, the low buzz of hushed whispers, talking about her. Or the grunt and crash of a guy walking into something and falling over because he'd been so distracted by her that he wasn't watching where he was going. Sweetest of all to her ears was the sound of a sharp smack by a bitterly envious girl slapping her boyfriend's face to get him to stop gawking at Heather's magnificent ass as it swayed its way into the distance.

Heather gloated to herself as she walked,