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He willed himself to get flaccid by thinking about fat, ugly men having sex with each other, his favorite trick. He didn't actually get flaccid - her hands and lips and tongue were just too talented - but at least he was managing to hold out. "Oh no!" he exclaimed with false surprise. He lied, "I think I'm growing flaccid, at least a little. It's too bad. I'm losing it, just as we were reaching twenty minutes. We can't stop now, can we?"

Xania was quite impressed, especially since he was talking normally instead of panting wildly. (She didn't realize how hard he was trying to hide how winded he was.) She wasn't fooled with his talk of going flaccid - her tongue and fingers remained acutely aware of just how stiff, hot, and throbbing his cock was. But she was willing to play along, to see where he was going with this. She looked up at him as her hands kept on stroking and stroking. "Oh dear, what do you want me to do, suck you some more?" she asked, also pretending, with false naïveté.

"It would be better if you could take your clothes off. I mean, if you don't mind. That'll revive me for sure."

She was grateful he'd finally thought to suggest that. She was dying to get fully naked and seriously nasty. But still she pretended restraint, since she was supposed to be a psychologist and not some easily seduced nympho.

He'd asked her in a casual tone like he wanted to borrow a pen, and so she replied in the same tone. She found that secretly amusing. "Well... Okay. Maybe if I just take my blouse and jacket off. It is already unbuttoned, after all. You seem fascinated by my breasts. Hopefully that'll be enough. Any more than that wouldn't be proper for a psychologist to show to a patient."

Alan thought with a snicker, As if showing off her boobs or sucking my dick is proper! Amazing how easy this is. Everywhere I go it's like this. I am one lucky fucker. She's starting to sound a lot like Mom did when this all started: "Oh no! Itsh sho impwoper!"

He chuckled at that fond memory of Susan complaining with her mouth full of cock. He didn't see Suzanne's behind-the-scenes hands, manipulating events like this. The odds of even a handsome, virile teenage boy like Alan having a real lady psychologist give him a blowjob was next to zero, but he was too aroused to think things through.

Xania stood up and hefted her large tits in her hands, fully exposing them in the process. "Do these arouse you? I'll bet they do. People tell me they're big. Good thing the door is locked. At least I think it's locked. I'd hate for Susan to see me like this. She might find it unprofessional, but I'm just trying to help you out."

He snickered as he pointed out, "I think she might find the things you've been doing to my dick even more unprofessional."

Xania nodded. "I think she would understand, though, because she told me some about how she spends so much time each day with your erection in her mouth, trying to get you to cum. You should hear her describe the joy she gets when you shoot one of your thick loads all over her face and chest. She sounds like a very caring mother."

Alan could hardly believe it - Xania didn't seem bothered by incestuous sex in the least. Her matter-of-fact tone blew his mind. It was exactly like she was giving Susan kudos for helping him with his homework. But he tried to play it cool and just replied, excitedly, "Yes! That she is!"

"You know," he said, "I seriously think your breasts are, like, exact duplicates of hers. Are they G-cups?"

Xania nodded as she got back on her knees and started licking his balls. She jacked off his shaft too. She'd neglected to take her blouse and jacket off, but at least her big melons were swinging free instead of remaining mostly covered.

"I thought so. They are the same! And just like Suzanne's. You could be, like, triplets from the neck down. Did Mom tell you how much she loves to show hers off and let me fuck them?"

"She did mention that. She made clear that her breasts are very, very sexually sensitive."

"Man oh man! You could say that again. Would you mind if I, uh, touched yours a little bit? I want to see if they feel the same too."

She had a hard time not snickering at that excuse. But she kept a straight face and level tone as she replied while still lapping all over his balls, "I suppose, if you think that'll help you relieve your blue balls."

"Oh, it definitely will."

She sat up and pulled her shoulders back to make it easy for him to fondle her rack. But at the same time, she kept on holding and stroking his boner. She was determined to get him to cum after so long, and she hoped this combination of tit fondling and cock stroking would push him over the edge.

He reached out and grasped her boobs as an exploratory gesture. It was like he just needed to make sure they were really real, and really there. But after only a couple of seconds, he pulled his hands away and pulled her blouse and jacket open wider so they wouldn't get in the way. Then his fingers sank deep into her tit-flesh and he started to knead and explore her tremendous rack in earnest.

Oh man! So awesome! She's built JUST like Mom and Aunt Suzy! I honestly didn't know there were other real women with tits as big and firm and high as theirs, and all around perfect! These are GREAT TITS!

He said to Xania, "I know I'm not supposed to say this. Women like to get complimented about a lot of things, but not their boobs. But your boobs are just so GREAT! They're awesome! When you and Suzanne were roommates, they must have paired you for boob awesomeness!"

She laughed. "No, we chose each other, actually." However, his guess wasn't far off, since they became friends because of their similar hourglass builds and especially their freakishly long tongues.

Again, she was surprised at how much his words pleased her. Living on the edges of the Hollywood movie world, she was used to charismatic yet insincere people. But Alan won her over with his unbridled enthusiasm. Clearly, he was someone who truly loved a superior rack.

She was so flattered and inspired that she engulfed his cockhead and started bobbing on it. She'd refrained from doing that for very long since they'd been more or less continually talking. After all, the whole point of the visit was to talk. She thought, Too much talking, not enough cock! I'm gonna get this motherfucker to cum if it kills me! Let's see if he can handle THIS!

He groaned like he'd been stabbed in the gut. It wasn't that he was in pain; it was because her cocksucking technique was so good. She'd immediately resorted to her best move, which was bobbing back and forth over his sweet spot and then using her exceedingly long tongue to slather it at the same time. At any given moment, her lips were moving on it as her dexterous tongue was sliding all over it. The key was the sheer amount of tongue in constant motion; it felt as if every last pleasure nerve in his dick was being stimulated at the same time.

Not only was it extremely arousing in and of itself, but it also was a move that Suzanne had perfected and used on him. He realized they must both have honed the technique back in college and then shared it with each other. The idea of them sucking cocks and then talking about it with each other turned him on even more than he already was (which was a hell of a lot).

He thought, Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Can't take it! He was squeezing his PC muscle and generally clenching his entire body as if he were bracing himself to face a firing squad, but none of that was helping much.

Then an idea came to him. Somehow, he managed to pant out a question. "Um, Xania? You know what you were saying about how I have this amazing sex life?"

"Mmmm-hmmm?" She kept right on licking, and sucking with tremendous suction.

"How should I deal with that so I don't get a big head?"

Puzzled, she pulled off long enough to ask, "Do you really want me to answer, or do you want me to suck your cock?" She was downright antsy to get him to shoot his load.

"We've got lots of time. Can you answer, and then suck my cock?"

She sighed, because she'd been getting into the cocksucking in a big way. But she didn't want to just pretend to be a psychologist; she really did enjoy giving advice, and she wanted to give good advice. So she resorted to merely jacking him off while she gave some suggestions on how he could remain humble (such as regularly doing his chores, keeping up with non-sexual friends and hobbies, and so on).

Her sliding fingers were still stimulating him, of course, but that was something he could handle. In fact, he was even able to come back from the edge of his climax a little bit.

Then she finished her answer and went back to sucking him off.

When it got to be too much for him again, he resorted to asking a follow-up question.

Things continued in that vein for a while. She'd suck him for a minute or two, until he couldn't take any more of the extreme pleasure. Then he'd somehow manage to gasp out a relevant question and she'd be forced to stop and answer it.

Unfortunately, he rarely was able to enjoy playing with her breasts, even though he loved them so much, because that was simply too stimulating. Often he was forced to close his eyes for the same reason.

After a while, Xania grew honestly impressed at Alan's staying power, not to mention his ability to keep the semblance of a discussion going under such circumstances. She quickly figured out how he was using the questions to cut back on the stimulation level at just the right times, but that impressed her with his cleverness more than if it had been an accident. Besides, his questions followed up on her previous comments, which showed that he was actually listening and giving her answers serious consideration. That was very impressive indeed, given her constant efforts to get him to cum.

Finally, she reached a point where her hands and jaw were too tired to go on. She stopped and said, "I'm trying to do my best to assist you, but what I'm doing with my hands and mouth is highly distracting to our discussion. Not to mention tiring. It's been well over twenty minutes. WELL over. I don't even know how long, since I've lost all track of time. What does it take to make you orgasm, for God's sake?!"

He replied, "I hate to sound unappreciative, but your handjobs and blowjobs don't compare with the others I've been getting lately. My mom really knows how to get me off with all the little things she does with her tongue. Actually, Suzanne is even better. But you don't know what I like, so it's not like you could have done better. Plus, all my recent sexual experience has given me a ton of staying power."

That was all true, but it was also a bit of a lie, because he'd been going to nearly Herculean efforts to delay his climax. At first, he mainly wanted to impress her, but at some point he'd gotten the idea that if he held off long enough, he could talk her into fucking as the only way to get him off. He sensed this was the time to go for the gold. "If you don't mind, I have some condoms on me. After a bit of real sex, I'm sure we can finish this up pretty quickly."

"This is unbelievable!" Xania said in mock dismay. In actual fact, Suzanne had assured her that all she had to do was get Alan started and he would quickly find a way into her pants. She was delighted to discover that her friend was so right.

She continued to pretend some distress. "I'm a professional psychologist, not some kind of hussy! ... On the other hand, if that's the only thing that will finally cure you of your current condition, then I guess I have no choice. This could actually be a good thing, because it helps me better understand how Susan arrived at her unusual situation. Everyone says you're an incredible lover, and that could be an important factor for me to fully understand. Experiential learning. Already, I'm beginning to understand why you have so many women helping out. You're simply incredible!"

Xania impressed herself with her ability to keep a level tone and not give her arousal away too much by heavy breathing. But her exposed erect nipples, at least, gave away how she felt.

She took off her panties and raised her dress. She'd been on the verge of taking off her blouse and jacket earlier, but she decided to keep them on, in case she needed to make herself decent in a hurry with Susan just one locked door away. Plus, she got a kick out of getting fucked while dressed like a professional psychologist. She even buttoned up her blouse a bit more, but made sure that her ample globes were still hanging out.

She trusted her birth control pills implicitly, having taken them without any problems for over two decades. Nevertheless she helped him put on a condom, as was her practice whenever she could, just to be on the safe side for STDs.

While they fumbled with the condom, Alan thought, This is really happening?! I was going for the Hail Mary pass, but I didn't think it would really work. Hell, I still can't believe she fell for all that handjob and blowjob stuff. But look at her! We're about to do it!

Xania straddled Alan's crotch and placed his cockhead inside her slit. She tried to act unaffected, but couldn't help letting out a long moan of pure erotic satisfaction, which she quickly tried to cover by speaking in a professional tone. "Now, just because we're having intercourse, don't let that stop you from explaining your feelings. Please continue."

"Well, doctor, I have one big problem in particular," he said in an equally serious tone.

"I see. Please go on." Xania maintained her officious demeanor even as she lowered herself further onto Alan's spear. She took her time descending, sliding his stiff pole up into her vagina in one long, slow, exquisitely pleasurable stroke.

That slow impalement also felt fantastic to Alan, so much so that he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. But he felt as if they were in some kind of contest to see who could be the best at pretending that nothing unusual was happening. As soon as he could talk again, he said, "Um, it's really embarrassing, but I have this strong urge to fuck my psychologist, even though I've only known her for less than one full session. She's that hot! Seriously!" He reached behind her and aggressively grabbed her ass cheeks.

"Ha-ha. Very funny," Xania said with a poker face as she started steadily riding his boner, bouncing up and down on it. She was secretly amused, not to mention ecstatic at the way he continued to fill her hole with so much cock even as they maintained a casual conversation. She also was quite impressed at how good he was at keeping up a pretense and talking coherently, even while fucking.

She replied, "And I must confess I've fallen in lust with my latest patient. I understand he practically has his own harem of big-breasted beautiful women back in Orange County, and I'm beginning to see why. Damn kid, you fuck like a motherfucker!"

She laughed at that, since he WAS a motherfucker in a very literal sense.

Once the two of them found a rhythm, the tempo started to increase until his cock seemed to be a blur as it flew in and out of her pussy.

Xania was very good at sex, possibly even more experienced at it than Suzanne. She long ago gave up on holding back. In fact, she wanted to rock his world and show that she could even outdo her former college roommate. She had a way of rotating her hips that made it seem like she was quadruple-jointed. She churned her body around on his shaft in delightful ways that Alan had never felt before.

Pretending much more sexual innocence than she had, she said, "Ah, it's all coming back to me now. You like what I'm doing with my hips? Even Suzanne can't do this, or at least she couldn't back in the day. People say I should be a belly dancer."

"Xania! I love it!" He tried with all his might to clench his PC muscle and hold back because he wanted to further impress her with his staying power. Unfortunately for him, there seemed to be no defense against her hip grinding, particularly since he was already physically and mentally tired from holding out for so long. In addition, the pressure in his balls had been building for a long time due to her handjob and blowjob and now they demanded release. He knew that his mother and sister were in the adjacent room, but he couldn't stop himself from shouting loudly, "Sweet Jesus! I'm gonna cum! Oh god, I'm cuuuuumming!"

He reached up and grabbed Xania's breasts like they were hand-holds as he grunted and pumped his seed into the condom. He came, and came, and came.

That caused Xania to lose her composure. Feeling him starting to shoot, she shouted, "Fuck, yeah! Fuck me like a motherfucker!" She had a very satisfying climax of her own as he continued to thrust up into her.

It was a good thing that he was lying down while she was sitting on top of him, because otherwise he would have dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes once he was done. He ended up utterly wiped out, lying stretched out on the sofa he'd previously been sitting on.

In a sense Xania was disappointed at how quickly he came once they started fucking, but she realized that their coupling was only the end of an incredibly long session of handjobs and blowjobs. Besides, she knew that no man could resist her hip-grinding technique once she began.

He was disappointed at his quick timing, and bummed that he'd only experienced a minute or two of her hip grinding. "Sorry. I usually last a lot longer than that."

"Don't sweat it. Frankly, I'm surprised you lasted that long."

She put on the rest of her clothes while maintaining her professional demeanor, as if nothing unusual had happened (although she did leave much more cleavage showing than before). It was like a game to her, to see if she could keep acting blasé.

Her post-fuck diagnosis was something Suzanne wanted her to deliver, but she really felt it. "Alan, I'm no virgin. I've slept around, especially in my wild college days. But you are a great fuck. Given that you fuck so well, I fully sympathize with your sister's and mother's positions. I'm not only going to tell them that fucking you is okay; I'm going to strongly recommend that you do it to them hard and often. I get the sense that a lot of Susan's moral dilemmas will melt away after you've ridden her all night long."

"Really?" He still couldn't believe his luck. He'd never met a psychologist before, but he had trouble believing that they were allowed to recommend "riding" one's mother all night long.

Xania could read his incredulity. "Alan, as I may have told you, I'm an unorthodox psychologist, with a specialty as sex therapist. Suzanne arranged this meeting, so everything is off the books and I'm technically here as just a private citizen speaking my mind. I'm not afraid of sex and I understand it can be healing. Do you doubt that I'm right, that Susan needs to be thoroughly impaled by you, her son, for her to get her head straight? The woman is totally hooked on you. In my opinion, she would be seriously traumatized if she STOPPED having sex with you! Do you disagree?"

"No," he answered while still lying on the sofa, recovering. "I'm just amazed that you're so blunt and honest. I thought you'd recommend anti-depressive pills or something. I mean, Jesus. We're talking about real motherfucking."

"I know we are. But I call 'em as I see 'em. Technically, incest is against the law, and while that doesn't quite apply in your situation, because you're not blood relatives, officially you didn't hear it from me, you understand? Give it to her good, and your sister too. Don't let it go to your head though, because part of your charm is your politeness and modest manner. Remember the tips I gave about staying modest."

He thought somewhat ruefully as he reviewed his behavior earlier in the day, Tell that to Heather. Me? Polite? Ha! I was a total asshole. And she ate it up, weirdly enough.

But he was very pleased overall. In fact, as he thought about it, he grew positively elated. Today has been a great day. Not only was I given awesome advice by a very cool lady, but I was able to fuck a near-Suzanne clone with a Suzanne-esque freak tongue, huge tits, and demonic hip control. I wouldn't believe this wasn't all a dream except for the fact that she was Aunt Suzy's college roommate. THIS is exactly the kind of woman I can picture a young Suzanne hanging out with!

Once Alan had dressed and recovered fully, he was sent back out to the waiting room, where he was under strict orders not to describe or relate anything that had happened. He had no problems with that instruction, since he didn't want to confess to the sex anyway.

Katherine appeared to be bored, reading some old magazine.

Susan, on the other hand, was staring intently out the window. It didn't show, but she was still pondering Xania's approval for her to have sex with her son. Everything seemed different in light of that. She kept trying to imagine the implications, but she had a hard time doing more than fantasizing about the act itself.

Alan had to snap his fingers several times to bring Susan back to the present so he could tell her that it was her turn to talk to Xania again. Finally, he got her attention, "Hey, Mom!"

She suddenly came alive. Standing up, she gave him a big hug. "Son! How did it go?"

Instead of answering with words, he kissed her passionately on the lips.

Susan kissed back just as passionately, until she somehow sensed that someone (other than Katherine) was staring. Sure enough, she looked to the door to the inner office and saw Xania standing and watching. She immediately frowned and froze up.

Xania just smiled encouragingly, and said, "It's okay. It really is okay. Go for it!"

Susan looked to Alan with worry still on her face. "Is it okay?"

Alan smiled widely. "Mom, everything is VERY okay. Xania told me she's okay with everything, just like she told you."

"Oh, baby!" Susan was overcome with joy. She channeled that energy into an even more passionate kiss.

Alan knew that Katherine was in danger of feeling left out so, when the kiss ended and Susan still in his arms, he grabbed his sister and pulled her in for an equally hot, intense kiss.

Soon, the two smoking hot women were taking turns kissing him. Both of them checked his crotch to see if he was erect or getting erect. He wasn't (thanks to just fucking Xania), but they didn't mind since they figured he'd just come from a very serious conversation.

After a couple of minutes, Xania spoke up, causing the others to remember she was still there. "Isn't this nice? Some people might be offended by this kind of sight, but all I see is a loving family."

Susan beamed from ear to ear. "Me too! Xania, you're the best! Tiger, Angel, don't you think Xania is the best?"

Xania chuckled. "I'm glad you feel that way, 'cos it's time for you and I to talk some more. But I can wait if you want some more family bonding first..."

"No, we're good." Susan kissed the tip of Alan's nose, and then the tip of Katherine's nose. After a little more small talk, she walked back into the inner office with Xania.

Once the door to Xania's inner office was closed, Alan sat down next to his sister and spoke to her like he was ticked off. "You rat. You dirty rat."

"What did I do?!"

"You sent me in there like a lamb to the slaughter. You could have told me that she was totally gorgeous and seriously stacked, but no. It took me five minutes before I picked my jaw up from the floor."

Katherine brightened, realizing that he was only teasing her. She cackled and rubbed her hands together. "I'm evil! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm pure evil!" After she giggled quite a lot, she dropped the mad scientist act and asked, "So, Big Bro, did you have a fun time?"

"Phew! Man. You don't know the half of it!"