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Days 17 - 22: October 2 - 7CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 2)Late at night, Susan found herself dreaming. In the dream, she was wearing the same French maid outfit that she'd worn after losing the bet with Suzanne. She was cleaning the dining room table when Alan came in, dressed in his usual T-shirt and shorts, and sat down next to her."Nice outfit," he said as he reached out with one hand and caressed her nearest butt cheek. Since in her dream Susan was wearing neither panties nor a bra, his fingers found nothing but firm yet somehow soft flesh there to explore. Within seconds, he had his fingers on her butt crack, sliding their way towards her anus.She whirled around and started to berate him angrily, "Alan Evan Plummer! Just what do you think..." But her voice died as she looked down and realized that he'd unzipped his fly and his erection was completely exposed.He said in a cocky tone, "Hey Mom, since you like to clean so much, try cleaning this!" He raised his hard-on, pointing it at

The air is thick with the scent of perfume and raw desire as these two women lose themselves in an intimate, naked embrace. The woman on top is a vision of top-heavy perfection; she’s wearing a white button-down that has been ruthlessly torn open, leaving her massive, heavy tits to spill out in all their glory. These are true DD-cups—fleshy, round, and incredibly full. Because she is leaning forward to kiss her partner, the sheer weight of her jugs makes them hang pendulously, swaying with every movement. Her skin is a pale, creamy white, glowing with a soft sheen of sweat that highlights the deep, dark cleavage between her mounds. Her areolas are wide, rosy-pink circles that look soft as velvet, while her nipples are dark pink, swollen, and rock-hard, jutting out like ripe berries from the center of her massive chest.Beneath her, the second woman lies in a state of total surrender, her own top completely discarded. While her breasts are slightly smaller than the ones pressing

Days 2 - 16: September 17 - October 1CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Sept. 17 - Saturday, Sept. 21)Alan meanwhile found himself with the strange chore of having to masturbate six times a day, rain or shine. He set himself a schedule, and followed it for the next six days. He managed to keep his masturbation sessions completely private and no one said anything, to his great relief.His family was so shy about talking about such things that the additional discussion they should have had about his situation was put off until the next day, and then put off again, and again.It required Suzanne to be the initiator for this kind of thing, but she thought, I'll wait a few days, so the others can begin to get a sense of what six times a day really means. Then I'll be able to steer the talk and action better. The more time that goes by, the more receptive the others will be to my naughty ideas.During this time, things in the Plummer house slowly started to change. It gradually dawned on everyone that Alan

Day 1: Monday, September 16CHAPTER 1: Prelude (Early September 2002)Suzanne Pestridge needed a man. But not just any man. She had her heart set on Alan Plummer, the son of Susan, her best friend and next-door neighbor. Alan had just turned eighteen. His mother still thought of him as a boy, but in fact he was already very emotionally mature for his age.Suzanne was unhappily married to a rich man named Eric. She'd married Eric near the end of her time in college, when the two of them had been very much in love. He had cheated on Suzanne many years ago and their marriage had never recovered. Now she was 39 and her marriage was completely loveless. However, they hadn't divorced because they didn't want their two children to live in a broken home.With Eric's domestic life in disarray, he focused his energies on making money. He spent more and more time at work and less and less time with his wife until they practically became strangers.Suzanne couldn't live without sex because she was a

In a rustic barn-like interior filled with scattered hay and bathed in soft natural light filtering through unseen openings, two women share a moment of quiet, sensual intimacy on a rough-hewn wooden bench. The woman lying down rests her head back against the bench, completely nude, her body relaxed and open in vulnerable trust, smooth skin glowing warmly. Her breasts are full and natural, smaller than her partner's but still generously rounded, sitting with less pendulous weight, the skin flawless and pale, nipples visible in soft focus but erect and responsive.The standing woman leans over her, topless and dominant in the frame, her large DD or E-cup breasts hanging heavily forward as she bends, the weight pulling them into a round, pendulous shape that sways close to her partner's face. The skin is smooth and fair, stretched taut over the abundant flesh with no visible veins, the fullness creating thick lower curves that make them look ripe and maternal. As she leans, the breasts