6TAD Chapter 1118: Maybe I need to start downing Viagra a couple times a day just to survive around here. (Patreon)

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All of a sudden, the door to Alan's room slammed open and Katherine  and Susan burst in. Both of them were dressed in similar  Daisy-Duke-styled outfits. Both wore cut-off blue jeans shorts cut down  so dramatically that they practically looked like bikini bottoms.  Katherine had cut up a flannel shirt to the size of a bikini top and  then tied it in the front. However, Susan felt so proud of her  milk-filled breasts that at the last minute she had shucked off the  skimpy shirt she'd carefully prepared. Both women looked fantastic.

Alan took one look over the curves of Amy's delectable buttocks, saw the two of them, and burst into laughter.

Soon everyone else, including Katherine and Susan, was laughing too.

Alan joked, but also with heartfelt appreciation, "If they  gave out Nobel Prizes for sexiest Daisy Duke outfits, I think we'd have  all four of this year's finalists right here."

Amy replied, "Well, they should!" She sounded so sincere and  adamant that everyone laughed even more than they already would have.

Once Alan calmed down a bit, he said, "I think I can figure  out what happened here. Aunt Suzy was supposed to have me all to  herself, but Amy got clever, picked up on her mother's role-play, and  joined in. The two of you saw that, probably while watching us on video  from the basement, and figured, 'Why not me?' Then you did the exact  same thing as Amy. But unfortunately, the excitement's all over. We're  winding down now and just chilling out."

Susan stomped her foot on the floor in frustration. "Oh, poo!  I told you Angel, we shouldn't have spent so much time on the  costumes."

Katherine explained to the others, "Unlike Amy, we didn't  have cut-off jeans to start with, so we ended up ruining two perfectly  good pairs of jeans."

Everyone laughed good-naturedly at that.

Alan looked contemplative, and said, "Hmmm. This opens up all  kinds of possibilities. Role-plays are great, but we've never really  done role-plays with multiple people." He bent forward and licked the  inside of Amy's asshole with his tongue once more, just to feel her gasp  and shudder again.

Amy said proudly, "Do you see what he's doing to me? He's licking my asshole!"

Susan and Katherine drew in, suddenly very curious. "Wow," Katherine said. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels awesome! Super duper awesome! I'm all, like,  totally sensitive back there, so it's, like... super tingly  tingle-o-rama!"

Katherine was all grins, but Susan looked conflicted.

"What's wrong?" Suzanne asked Susan. "You don't like what he's doing?"

"I do, but I'm torn. It's kind of unseemly behavior for a  master. He should be the one getting his ass licked." She thrust her  bare chest out and struck a sexy pose. "Tiger, can I lick your ass?  Please?"

"Thanks, Mom, but we really are just wrapping up here." He  slapped Amy playfully on the butt as a signal that it was time for her  to get off of him. He was beginning to grow numb from having all that  weight on him for so long.

Amy hopped off. She realized that play time had to come to an  end and that Alan had to get back to his work so he could finish his  responsibilities before the party started. "Thanks, Brother! What was  that you were saying about multiple role-plays?"

Suzanne smiled as she considered the role-play possibilities.  "Yes. I think the luckiest boy in Orange County just got a little bit  luckier." The wheels began spinning in her head as several different  possibilities for more elaborate role-plays came to her. She thought out  loud, "Imagine, for instance, that little fantasy Doris was describing,  of the teacher who's fucking all of his female students. He's not so  much teaching as leading an orgy. Wouldn't that be fun to act out?"

Alan replied, while looking off in the distance, imagining,  "Hell yeah." His brain nearly exploded as he imagined the likes of  Glory, his sister, his mother, Aunt Suzy, Simone, Heather, Amy, Brenda,  Xania, and others all sitting in the same classroom, pretending to be  students in a sex role-play meant just for him. He practically drooled  as he imagined the school girl outfits they could come up with.

He forced himself to think of other things and pressed on  with the conversation, saying, "I have a feeling all these newly cut  cut-offs will come in handy. But Mother, you know what I'm thinking?  When you dramatically impaled yourself on me earlier, I got this image  in my head of all the women in the Duke clan sitting down to dinner on  special chairs with wooden dildos built right into the middle of them."

He mentally cursed himself after he said that, because that  image was nearly as arousing as the classroom one. He couldn't keep  fucking until he dropped; he had to try to get back into a studious  mode.

"Gosh!" Amy exclaimed. "That sounds like super fun! Serious  super duper coolness! What if we actually did that? Who's to stop us?"

Susan, getting over her disappointment and into the spirit of  things, said, "No one. No one can stop us. Or, more properly, no one  can stop Tiger. He can do whatever the hell he likes, and all we can do  is bend over and take it! Hard and deep!" Her hands drifted up, and she  yanked on her sensitive nipples as she thought about getting royally  fucked.

But then she grew a bit more contemplative. "The five of us  are going to have soooo much fun for the rest of our lives. In fact,  we're just getting started. I know we're always going to be together to  share it, too. Heck, The Pact guarantees we'll always be together,  doesn't it?"

Alan could see Susan needed some reassurance, so he firmly nodded his head.

"That's right," Susan said just as firmly. "Let me quote from  The Pact: 'Alan is the head of the family, and master of the family  harem. We trust him to lead us-'"

Katherine cut her off, and continued her quote. "'... in  sexual matters and we pledge to obey his every desire.' Mom, we've  memorized every word."

Susan looked doubtful. "Really? What about the part that says, 'The women of this harem pledge to avoid-"

This time, Amy cut her off and continued the sentence.  "'...any physical intimacy with other men, without exception, and devote  themselves fully to pleasing Alan and his insatiable cock.' Mom, we  know it already, backwards and forwards. Geez, Louise!"

Susan looked at Suzanne, but Suzanne gave her a look  indicating that she had it memorized too, and if Susan asked her about  it yet again, she'd scream. "Right, then," Susan finally concluded.  "That's a very key part. My point is, we're his sex slaves now, and  that's a lifetime commitment. Let's never forget the magnitude of what  we've pledged to each other."

Everyone was quiet with their thoughts for a few moments,  imagining a road stretching out to the horizon and well beyond it, with  years and years of good times together to look forward to.

Susan slipped her hand into her short shorts, and then yanked  them down her legs because they were on so tightly she could barely  reach her pussy. As she started to frig herself, she thought, I can't  help it: every time I hear the words "sex slave," I get too hot to be  believed! Even if I'm the one saying them, hee-hee! Every morning, I  wake up and recite The Pact, and it makes me so horny! The fact that  everyone has completely accepted the reality of The Pact makes my every  moment on this Earth a living dream. My son is my master! Thank you,  God.

But then Susan's mood grew more serious and motherly,  "Speaking of getting started, Tiger, if you mean what you said that you  were winding things down, then I think it's time you get back to the  books, don't you?" She was trying to show that Suzanne wasn't the only  one who could be a responsible mother at times.

He replied, "Oh, man! Unfortunately, you made the break far  too enjoyable. How can I go back to the books when my mind is on the  Duke girls?" He looked especially at Katherine and Susan, still dressed  in their outfits, thinking about all the fun he could have with all four  of them at once. He sighed loudly and steeled his resolve. "Okay. Fine.  I'll give it a shot. Maybe if I take a shower first, that'll get me in  the right mindset."

Suzanne, who had been sitting naked on the edge of the bed,  got up and began shooing the others out of the room. "Good call, Mom,  good call. Sweetie, let this be an incentive. Remember all the work that  we agreed you'd try to finish today. I know it's a lot, but us four  gals have all agreed that there will be no poke-her party for you until  you're all done and the work is approved. The sooner you finish, the  sooner the fun can begin. So we're all rooting for you to hurry."

Alan knew that he could easily blow past their attempts to  restrict him. He could just go downstairs to the poke-her party at any  time of his choosing and do whatever the hell he wanted, to whomever the  hell he wanted. If anyone had a problem with that, he'd simply tell  them, 'No sex for you until you change your mind and let me have my  way.' But he didn't want to do that. He truly wanted to do the right  thing, get back on track with his studies, and ultimately get accepted  to a good university.

Most of all, he didn't want to let the "Bad Alan" win and  turn him into the kind of person that he would hate to meet. His  greatest fear was becoming some kind of family despot or dictator and  losing the special love they all shared. The fact that The Pact  explicitly gave him tremendous powers made it all the more important  that he had the willpower to resist using those powers willy nilly.

So, although he was tempted to do otherwise, he just  shrugged, nodded, and said, "Maybe I'll hold off on the shower for a  while then and use that as another break, later."

He thought, I don't know why I'm so keen on going to  college, given that these four are going to out and out kill me with  sexual pleasure before the year is over. Seriously! That is, if the  football players don't get me first. His back stiffened at that  unpleasant reminder of earlier events, but then he forced himself to  think of other things. With all the fun he'd just had and the good  feelings he still basked in, it was surprisingly easy to put the  football player troubles out of his mind, at least for a while.

The others watched from the doorway as he put a shirt on (but still no shorts or pants) and headed back to his computer.

Amy said to Katherine, as the two of them started to walk  away, "I think we need to check for bumps right now!" That had become  their fond nickname for their mutual daily pussy shaving sessions.

Katherine replied, "You have to tell me EVERYTHING about how Brother's tongue felt up your ass!"

"M'kay!"

Susan and Suzanne lingered a little longer, standing near the  doorway in a light embrace with each other. Both were so in love with  their son that they didn't want to leave.

Alan looked at them and thought, This is completely  insane. There they are, standing proudly over their son like some kind  of Leave It to Beaver 50's sitcom parents. So serene and approving. But  at the same time, they're both freaking completely buck naked and so  scorchingly sexy! Even though I feel like I want to sleep for three  years non-stop, it's all I can do to stop myself from rushing across the  room and fucking them both again and again! It's not fair. It's like I  have Venus and Aphrodite as my two parents now. One I might be able to  handle, maybe, but two?!

Suzanne's the worst because she never turns off that "come  hither and fuck me" look. She does something like walking down the  hallway so sensuously that it's like she's having sex with the whole  room as she goes. In fact, even as I sit here, she's subtly and  rhythmically pressing one of her tits into Susan's as if to say, "Don't  you want to be in the middle of a four-tits fuck sandwich right now?"  Arrgh! How can I concentrate on finishing my college applications? How  could anybody?! Maybe I need to start downing Viagra a couple times a  day just to survive around here. Geez!

He tried to focus on other things to help distract his  attention from his two hot mothers. A question popped into his mind,  thanks to the recent reminder of his football player problem. "Aunt  Suzy? Before you go, I have a question for you. You said earlier this  afternoon that you have a plan to help take care of the thugs that are  after me? What is it? It'd be nice to feel like I don't have to worry  about that anymore."

Suzanne looked over at Susan briefly. "Actually, it's  something both of your mothers are going to help out with. All those  brutes are real flesh and blood people with mothers and fathers. I  presume most of their parents would be appalled by their behavior, if  they knew about it, but there are a lot of spoiled latchkey kids in this  neighborhood. The plan is to befriend the parents, especially the  mothers. If you just give me the full names of the worst troublemakers, I  can pretty much guarantee you that Susan and I will be like long lost  sisters to their mothers by the end of this weekend. Then there are so  many possibilities to work with at that point, if one can just keep an  eye open. Mostly, I plan to pump them for information on their kids so I  can find out what makes their little brats tick. For instance, what if  one of them has an unrequited crush on a certain girl? How can we use  that to our advantage?"

Susan noted, "Speaking of pumping, wouldn't it be rich if  some of those mothers turn out to be hotties, and Tiger got to fuck  them? That would be sweet revenge."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Mom, you don't know when to stop.  That's asking for trouble. Besides, Sweetie has a clear 'no adultery'  policy."

Susan pointed out to Suzanne, "Well, I'm married, and so are  you, and so is Brenda. It gets me so hot whenever I think that Tiger not  only enslaved my big-titted body, but he stole me away from Ron to do  it."

"True," Suzanne conceded, "but those are special  circumstances. Let's not go into that right now. Sweetie, what do you  think of my ideas?"

Alan was impressed, but disappointed at the same time. "That sounds good, but it also sounds like a long term plan."

"Unfortunately, yes," Suzanne conceded as one of her hands  idly explored Susan's ass cheeks. "I have a feeling that some of those  thugs will soon find themselves getting an earful from suddenly much  more attentive parents, but will that be enough to help if there's an  immediate plan against you? I don't know."

"But you think you'll be able to make an impact by Monday?"  he asked. "I suppose that's okay, unless they try something at the  football game on Friday. There's no way Amy or Sis can get out of their  responsibilities there."

"Well, Sweetie, I hope we'll start to make an impact by  Monday, but there are so many unknown variables. My tactics will take a  little time to bear fruit, and that's assuming you can find out their  names. I've been trying to learn from Brad what he knows about your  enemies, but he hasn't said much because of his divided loyalties.  However, just a couple of hours ago I told him about the threat to Amy  and he was suddenly a lot more forthcoming. The only problem is that he  says that those guys have never forgotten that he's Amy's brother, so  they could very well be feeding him disinformation. This is very, very  tricky stuff. You've stirred up a hornet's nest at the school with your  sexual prowess, my love. No doubt about it. I'm sorry, but there's no  quick and easy fix."

Susan joked, "I think one solution is to show off that  prowess more at home and less at school." Actually, it wasn't exactly a  joke, since that was also her strong desire. Everyone knew that, so she  teased with an infectious happiness, "That's just my completely unbiased  opinion, of course." She reached over and gave Suzanne's nearest breast  a playful squeeze.

"Of course," Alan replied, rolling his eyes but grinning. He  recalled not so long ago when Susan was too uptight to have a sense of  humor, and greatly enjoyed this newly revealed side to her. "And thanks  for the help. I love you both so much. You're far too good for me."

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Pshaw. Speaking for  myself at least, it's my pleasure," she purred suggestively, "and then  some. You know me, I'm just happy to have a fun new scheme to sink my  teeth into."

He nodded. But inwardly he thought, Names! How am I going  to get all the names? I know a few for sure, like Ryan and Rock, but for  most of the rest I'm just making an educated guess. How do I separate  the criminals from the mere assholes? There are so many egotistical  assholes on that team. Could, maybe, the names Amy got be right? How can  we be sure?

Susan and Suzanne continued to stand together in a light  embrace and watch their son as he finally started to turn his attention  back to his UC Berkeley and UCLA applications. They silently beamed with  approval. Then, together, they pulled his door handle closed behind  them and let him be.