![]() Part 6: Touch Me (MF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 15) She had other dreams that were much the same, such as one where she watched Suzanne blow her son. These dreams seemed incredibly real, and no doubt they were helped by the way Suzanne had described her blowjobs with Alan in intimate detail. Susan both wanted and didn't want to experience such things in real life. Her desire was strong, but so was her sense of guilt. She didn't know
how she would react when she saw Alan that morning, but the dreams made
her extremely aroused. She dressed in a robe that had great potential
for mischief, to say the least. Alan was hard even before he'd entered the dining room, just thinking of the possibilities. The reality actually exceeded his fantasies. But while her mouth was saying one thing, her body and her clothes (or lack thereof) was saying something else entirely. She actually remembered everything that had happened, and she'd had the time of her life between her alcoholic high and her erotic arousal. She couldn't consciously admit it to herself, but unconsciously she was trying to get more to happen even before Alan left for school. She continued, "For one, I remember lying naked. And your hands were all over me, touching me, caressing me... In intimate places. Suzanne and Katherine were naked too. And you touched us all. To my shame, I just sat there and watched, and let you have your way with everyone. I have no idea what happened, but it's wrong. Wrong, I tell you, wrong!" Alan just nodded. He was thinking that the way she put it, it actually sounded sexy and arousing, not like a chastisement. She added, "True, there's nothing wrong with nakedness, per se. After all, you have a serious need for visual stimulation, and we're all trying to help. But touching in intimate places, that's a completely different matter. There's no excuse for that, don't you agree?" Again, all Alan could do was nod his head. It seemed to him that Susan was getting horny from her own words, and that just about left him speechless. She walked as if she was in
a dream, and someone else was making her move. But Katherine didn't want her mother to
take all the attention. "Mom, it looks like your robe is coming
undone," she pointed out. The contradictions of the situation were not addressed - Susan was pretending to be concerned about exposing herself just minutes after explaining that nudity was okay to help with the "visual stimulation." Mostly, both of them were acting out of habit. There was an unstated and growing competition between the two women. Katherine kept opening her robe more and more, until both of her nipples weren't even close to being covered. Susan bent over near Alan more and more
as well, offering him a bottle of molasses, the salt shaker off of the
table - any excuse to tease him again. Her gargantuan mammaries were
barely contained in her robe even while she was just standing, and her
boobs now completely fell out every time she bent near him. She thought, Tiger's so HARD for me today! He's not even trying to hide that huge penis-shaped bulge in his shorts. I hope I help him have a nice climax, though it is a shame about him spilling his seed upon the ground. What if I take this robe off and offer him my face and my chest? It doesn't count as touching if he cums all over me, right? It's practically my RESPONSIBILITY as a mother to save him from sin and make sure all his cum lands on my skin! "Sorry Tiger, I don't know what's with this robe, but it just won't stay closed," Susan griped as she walked to the table yet again. She didn't even make a pretense at covering up anymore, and walked to him essentially bare-chested. "I hope you don't mind looking at this old cow." "Old cow? Mom, you're so divine! You're the sexiest mother in the whole school, I'm sure." "Oh, poo. You're just saying that." She bent over to pour him some more milk, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some milk?" It was all he could do not to stretch
his head forward and suck on the tit dangling mere inches from his face. It hadn't taken ten seconds for Susan's tits
to fall out of her robe again.
Susan smiled at her daughter in friendly
competition and closed her robe yet again. But as he finished his meal, Susan finally sat down next to him to eat her own food. Her robe fell completely open as she sat, giving him a great view of her pussy. His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering at her bare chest along the way. She smiled at him, knowing full well what he was looking at. She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her pussy some more. Alan didn't have a chance to stop the swell of orgasmic release welling up within him. Without any help from his hands, his penis began ejaculating into his underwear. He rushed his hands to his crotch and silently groaned, while he hoped desperately and improbably that the large "O" shape he'd made with his surprised face didn't give away what had just happened. But everyone knew. Katherine was upset again that Susan was able to get away with things that she could not. Alan had completely forgotten about the need to go to school. The unpleasant idea hit him like a splash of cold water. Both Susan and Katherine stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand up. Alan realized he couldn't, owing to the embarrassing and large wet spot now growing on the front of his shorts. They were well aware of this problem and that's why they wanted to see him stand. Susan hoped to use the need to clean the wet
shorts as an excuse to get him out of his shorts altogether. She suddenly
had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean" them of the stain he'd made. They still
both sat there with their robes once again completely opened, both above
and below their sashes. Katherine's sexual
innuendo with the word muffin went right past Susan, as most sexual
innuendo did. It was one price of being sheltered from all things sexual
her entire life. She got up and walked to the kitchen. Both women were disappointed that he'd
escaped, but let it slide without comment. Katherine let this slide as well. She could have hit that hypocrisy out of the park, but she didn't want to discourage Susan's sexual awakening in any way because if she did she knew Susan would be stricter about sexual rules for everyone. Now
that Alan was gone, the two of them seemed to have no difficulty keeping their
robes closed anymore. But before he could climax, his sister knocked on the bathroom door, saying, "You're late. Mom says you've got one minute to get out of there and out the front door." Alan left the
shower extremely frustrated, embarrassed, and horny. But before he got there, Susan said, "Wait, Alan, aren't you going to give me a good-bye hug?" She continued her newfound love of hugging. She held her arms
out expectantly, which at least kept the straps of the robe on. Almost immediately her robe opened up enough for her tits to become exposed yet again, and all that stood between her hard nipples and his skin was Alan's thin white T-shirt. At first they just held each other, and Alan did little more than absorb the fact that his topless mother was pressing into him. But soon he started working his hands over her back, running them up and down. It occurred to him that the straps of her robe were tenuously hanging on to her shoulders, and if he moved his hands a little more strategically, he could shake them off her shoulders and move the robe further down. He did, and it worked. He half expected her to protest, but instead she actually temporarily let go of him to allow the robe sleeves fall down and become completely freed of her arms. Now all that held the robe up was the sash around her waist. He went back to exploring her back, enjoying
it all the more now that it was just bare flesh in his hands. "Yep, I totally agree. Hugs are great." Alan would have agreed that the moon was made out of cheese if it would have prolonged the hug. Their faces were incredibly close to each other the whole time, and
Alan found this disconcerting. He tended to keep his head tilted to
one side or the other, because he was afraid that if he looked at her
straight on he would end up kissing her. He tried to avoid that at all
costs. He knew that even if her body agreed to a passionate kiss at
the time, later she would probably be very hurt that he took advantage,
and that was the one thing in the world he would never want to do -
hurt his mother. Teasing was one thing, but if they kissed there would
be no denying they'd crossed a line. She pretended not to noticed though. "I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate
now, don't you? Or do you find this increased familiarity upsetting?"
She was clearly stalling for time so the
hug could last longer. It was almost absurd the way her tits were now
insistently exploring his entire chest. She was slowly rubbing her body
up and down him repeatedly, as if she was one giant itch desperately
needing to get scratched. The absurdity of the situation only grew with
her description of this just being an ordinary, familial hug. She mewled with contentment. Alan didn't know why, but he found himself saying, "This
is just an affectionate family hug. It's not like this is sexual or
anything, is it?" Alan was amazed to realize from her face that at least on some level, she sincerely believed that. Even as she said this, she brought her tits all the way down to the level of his belly button and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to his collar. They hugged even longer, if such motions could be called hugging. It was more like she was a cat in heat, trying to relieve herself by rubbing up against a post. Alan didn't know what
to do, and just tried to keep his hands on her back, and in her long
flowing hair. Trying keep the hug going, he said, "We never used to hug at all, did we?" She was pressing up extremely close now, trying to feel his erection with her body. She was moving in a short circular motion, effectively jacking him off with the front of her hard body. "No, we didn't." "Good to make up for lost time, huh?" "Definitely!" She said the word like she was in the throes of passion, crying, "Fuck me!" She thought, His hands are on my ass! I should stop this right away. But on the other hand, it's nothing he didn't do yesterday by the pool, right? Gaaawd did he paw my ass then! It felt so fantastic and it feels even better now! Isn't it time for him to learn more about a woman's body anyways? And who better to teach him that his own mommy? His hand felt only flesh, not clothes, but
he was so overwhelmed by the whole experience that his brain didn't
really register what that meant: the robe's sash had opened and she
was now completely nude. He vigorously kneaded her ass flesh with both
hands. Alan thought, This is it!
We're going to kiss on the lips! She'd finally "come to her senses" and realized the hug had gone too far. She looked to the floor. "Oh
dear me, how embarrassing." In all of her frantic rubbing against
him, the sash had indeed opened and her robe now lay in a heap around
her feet. Alan inwardly groaned as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another chance to visually explore her entire body. He took full advantage to eat her up with his eyes. After she could delay no longer, she bent over to pick the robe up, but kept her knees ramrod straight so she had to bend over entirely at the waist. That left her ass hanging in the air only a foot in front of him. It was all he could do not to grab her
ass. He worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his erection
out, and soon be plowing into her pussy. But he was so turned on that he didn't rule the idea completely out. Alan's skin was burning all over from the intensity and excitement - he felt literally so hot
that he half expected steam to start pouring out of his ears. She helped him get his things and get out the door without further incident. He had an intense case of blue balls,
and riding to school on a bike was complete torture. Gaaawwdd! That was close! It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and rip those shorts of his clear off. I'm obsessed! Sexually obsessed with my son! And I'm a married woman. Oh dear. And that penis of his, that big fat erection! It's all I can think about now. I can still feel it burning into my skin. So hot! But it's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! That hug was crazy. I should be deeply ashamed. I AM ashamed. Thank goodness for Suzanne, at least. Without her advice and help, I don't know what I'd do. She told me that lust is okay, as long as it's not romantic. And I just have to think of the penis in the abstract. It's not my son's penis that was poking into me, so big and full and round, it's just a generic penis. It's just a biological organ that happens to need to spill its spend six times a day. Oh goodness! The abnormality check is today! How will I ever get through that, after my wanton behavior just now? Dear Lord, please give me strength. Torn between lust and reason, she agonized over what she should do. The fact that she actually hadn't done something like that yet in front of Suzanne in real life
was somewhat surprising, because her self control was so low
these days, once she hit a peak of excitement. He wasn't entirely sure what an abnormality check even was, really, but he remembered that technically speaking Akami had given him one during the last appointment. He didn't see much difference between what she did and a handjob, except that her thumb pressed into the sides of his erection in a systematic way. He thought, But really, it's just about exactly the same as a handjob. In fact, it basically IS a handjob because while Akami's thumb was doing all that pressing, her other hand was stroking me and making me feel exquisitely good. Is Susan going to do that, two hands and all?! The possibility that Susan would jack him off when he came home from school drove him nearly senseless with distraction. Even if Suzanne's comment wasn't true, he was certain more exciting things would happen later one way or another, given what happened at breakfast. He was so out of it that he was barely able to figure out
how to make it from one of his classes to the next. Even as
he said this, his mind was somewhere else. He'd managed to temporarily
banish thoughts of his mother during Ms. Rhymer's class some of the time, but only because
he'd fantasized about his teacher instead. It was like trying
to forget the pain of stubbing a toe by purposely stubbing a toe on
the other foot: it worked, but it wasn't exactly smart. She judged from his suddenly panicky facial expression that her guess was a good one. She didn't notice his relief in realizing she didn't understand everything. "Um, what makes you say that?" The big give away for her was his obvious erection all class long. She tried to say that more euphemistically. "It's not so
much what you told me, but your behavior in this class. In recent days,
it seems like you've been walking into my class in a state of high arousal,
and you stay that way until you leave it. Am I wrong?" A horrific thought occurred to him: Oh no - Ms. Rhymer has
noticed my boners! Even as he worried about this, most of his brain
was off in la-la land with the image of her nakedness, fueling the boner
he had at that very moment. Alan went on to explain more
details of his medical diagnosis. He added in his mind, And if you only
knew how suggestive my mother, sister and even Suzanne's daughter Amy
are being as well! I want to fuck them all, and it's so wrong! There were few thoughts so arousing that could make him
temporarily forget his arousing thoughts of his mother; the fact that
thinking of his teacher was one of them spoke to just how long he'd had a
deep crush on her. But it only led to more frustration. That frustration,
and the fact his raging boner might be noticed at almost any time by
the other students, would somehow make him even hornier. But I
can't exactly say all that to you! he thought. Alan walked off, but he was very dejected.
He felt really stupid to give his secret away. What if that happened
to someone less understanding than my favorite teacher? But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She said things like, "You know, I'd love to do the check because Alan's penis is so big and thick and full of tasty cum. It makes me so hot just thinking about touching it! But unfortunately I can't because I don't know the proper procedures, not to mention my poor eyesight. So I guess it's all up to you, you lucky dog." Susan grew more hot and bothered as Suzanne
went on and on in this vein. In fact, Susan began rubbing her privates through
her clothes, glad she was on the phone and not speaking in person so
she could scratch her itch. Susan got so hot and bothered that eventually she began to masturbate herself as Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan. Suzanne said things like, "Can you just imagine having such a hot and tasty slab of meat in your mouth, going in and out, in and out, in and out? Sliding between your lips over and over and over?" Susan tried to be disapproving. "Okay, enough with the 'over and over' descriptions already. Besides, how do I know it would even fit in my mouth? The way you describe it, isn't it too big?" "Oh, it's big all right. It might be a bit of a struggle to fit such a thick dick in between your lips, but you will. Believe me, you will. And the sense of achievement in fitting such a monster in, it can't be beat!" "Don't you mean I could? Fit it in, that is? I mean, we're just talking hypothetically, right?" "Oh, right. Hypothetically. Imagine, though, hypothetically getting Alan so hot that he isn't content to just let you suck on it, but he starts thrusting his hips, forcing his thickness deeper and deeper into your throat!" "Oh my God! What would I do, Suzanne?! That sounds painful!" Suzanne could tell by the way that Susan huffed and puffed into the phone that her friend had completely abandoned herself to all out masturbation. "No, it's not. It's the best! Your Tiger is such an aggressive beast! There's just no resisting a real man like him. He'll use your mouth for his pleasure, but trust me, you'll love it too when he does. And when he shoots off, then you'll get your sticky sweet reward!" She had a strong feeling that Susan was a natural submissive, so she was playing up that aspect for her. "Oh dear! It sounds scary. But it sounds like you're practically trying to talk me into allowing him to use me like that." "Ha ha, of course I'm not. I'm just speaking hypothetically. You know, I'm just imagining what it would be like for you if you decided to help me save him from sin." "Goodness! All that precious seed..." "Falling uselessly onto the ground," Suzanne finished for her. "It's tragic, I know. I'm doing my part, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth so he could insert his giant hot stick between my rosy red lips every chance he gets. But I'm only at your house the same time he is a couple of hours a day. What about all the rest of the time? Who will help him then?" Susan even switched over to speakerphone
so she could use both hands to rub herself all over. Before long, about the
only coherent things Susan could say into the phone anymore were, "You
didn't!," "He didn't!," and "Oh my God!"
Her desire to touch
her son's erection was so great that she thought she would literally lose
her mind. "No!" Susan's mind was filled with naughty thoughts on that very thing. "Can you picture the ecstatic look on his face as he blows his load across your face and mine?" "No!" "Well, I can. You know how much he loves big breasts. What a lucky boy he will be to have the two hottest, bustiest moms in town fighting over his sweet meat. Jacking him off, stroking and blowing, licking his sticky seed..." Susan knew Suzanne could hear just how labored her breathing had become, but she couldn't stop herself. "That's so wrong!" "But we're saving him from sin with handjobs. And blowjobs. And remember, Susan, that having your sexy hunk of a son ravage your body, it's all about helping his medical condition. But believe me, this isn't
just a good thing for that alone. And never mind how incredible
it will make you feel. This will really strengthen the mother-son bond
between you two." "Haven't you noticed how much closer he and I have been this last week or so? Why do you think that is?" "Well, I have noticed, but I hadn't thought about it..." "I feel so close to him after I take his slippery dick in my mouth and let it slide around, running my tongue all over his shaft. And the big load of cum he shoots into my mouth - it's heaven! But what's really great is that afterwards, we feel so tender towards each other. I told you how last night we cuddled and just held each other tightly as he told me how much he loved me. If that's not bonding I don't know what is. I literally have never felt as close to my husband as I felt close to Alan last night." Suzanne didn't have to lie or exaggerate about any of that. She added, "Soon that'll be you cuddling up to your cuddly little Tiger in the afterglow of sticky, hot sex." "Of course, I'm speaking hypothetically. You may decide that your fear of the unknown can't be overcome. If so, that'll just mean more hot cock for me!" "Suzanne, really! Watch your language. Please call it a member. Or staff, perhaps. Or maybe an erection if it's in that state." Suzanne rolled her eyes on her side of the phone call. "Sorry. I mean to say that'll mean more of his hot staff sliding in my hands and between my lips. Is that better?" "Um, yeah, I think so." Susan was so aroused she didn't know what to think. Before Suzanne hung up, she made Susan promise that she would take care of the abnormality check "problem" herself. Susan readily agreed, but said, "However, I'm only going to use my hands. To do any more, I just don't know. It seems wrong. I mean, what if my parents saw me with that giant shaft of manhood of his stuffing my face? Or my sister? What would she think?!" "No, you don't know my sister. She'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of lectures about going to Hell. But if I did it in the most detached and clinical way possible with just my hands, well, at least they'd just disown me and wouldn't try to kill me, if they found out. Isn't that a good compromise?" "Suit yourself. But don't be afraid to enjoy it. As long as it needs to be done, why can't you enjoy yourself in the process? Besides, who's going to tell her, or them? Please don't ask me to." "I don't know... Somehow, I'd feel better if I had to suffer through it. Then I wouldn't feel all those disapproving eyes staring at me." Suzanne complained, "Stop it with the staring eyes already. If your family knew what a good and caring mother you were to take care of this problem of his, they'd be cheering you on! Now, let's review again the right ways and wrong ways to play with your son's balls." She went on to lecture Susan in extremely graphic detail. While it was true Susan did feel guilty, she also was very excited about what she'd "have" to do. The phone calls, plus many other recent conversations between Susan and Suzanne similar to it, had broken much of Susan's resistance. CHAPTER 5 School ended a few hours later and Alan returned home. He was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat him home. That appeared to confirm Suzanne's comment that everyone would be sent away. His heart was already pounding with worry, but not finding anyone doubled the intensity of his feelings. He was torn between wanting it to happen and not wanting it to happen, mostly because it was just such a scary and big step to actually take and not just fantasize about. A part of him clung to the hope that someone other than his mother would be home, because the idea of her touching his penis became so real that it frightened him. He wandered the house until he had no
room left to search except for his mother's bedroom. As he expected,
he found Susan there. "Howdy Mom. Have you seen Suzanne? Or Katherine?" "It's Tuesday." Alan was talking for himself as much as
his mom, trying to rationalize this. Fantasizing was one thing, but
reality was quite different. He had a very strong suspicion this was
wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said. He sat on the bed where she had just been. He tried not to show how just nervous he was, because he didn't want to scare her off. The truth was he was absolutely terrified. She continued, "I was thinking that, given the accidents you had with Akami the other day, it would be safer if I took off my shirt before we start. Don't you think?" Alan was suddenly reminded of the image
of him shooting his cum all over the face and bra-clad tits of nurse
Akami. He imaged that it was his mother in that role instead. He'd been
flaccid from fear, but he grew rock hard in seconds. "Um, yeah, if you think so." He didn't want to appear too eager, again for fear of scaring her. Alan realized that her hands were trembling
and that she was at least somewhat nervous. He also realized that as
she stood there a few feet in front of him, Mom is about to do a striptease
for me! True, it's not a professional striptease with sultry music blaring
in the background like the one Suzanne had given me just the night
before, but she's taking her clothes off for me all the same. And this is my prudish and square MOM! He
gulped again and his heart pounded like a hammer in his chest. When she finished with the buttons on her blouse, she left the blouse hanging on loosely and pulled her skirt down her legs. That caused her blouse to open up, revealing all of her milky left breast for some tantalizing long moments. She felt shivers of excitement raging through her at being gawked at that were so powerful she nearly fell over. She stood back up, regaining her balance on her high heels, and positioned her hands to open up her blouse so she could take it off altogether. But right then she froze and asked, "Tiger, be honest. Before your, uh, medical treatment began, did you ever think of me in, well, you know... that way?" Alan was so aroused the room was practically swimming around. To say anything coherent was a huge undertaking. But he gathered his wits together enough to realize that if he said the wrong thing, she might stop undressing. The truth was, he had thought of her sexually sometimes. He tried his best not to, and consciously fought not to masturbate while thinking of her, but she was just so gorgeous that it was humanly impossible not to lust after her. But he also hated lying to his mother, so he dodged the question and said, "Mom, I'm sooo grateful for what you're doing. I know it can't be easy. I love you so much, my heart is about to burst." Susan beamed with joy. She didn't press the question because she could see in Alan's current agitated state it was an accomplishment to say even that. But it was just the right thing to say. She could feel the genuine love from him, along with plenty of lust, and that gave her the confidence to pull her blouse all the way off. She smiled shyly now that she was topless, and let him soak up a good look of the giant round monsters that were her breasts. She muttered, "God, this is so embarrassing." Alan, seeing that she needed encouragement, said, "Why? Mom, you're so beautiful, you should never, EVER be embarrassed about your body." She covered her chest with both arms. "But these big things. They're just too big. They're nothing but unwanted attention and back trouble, in my book." "Well, I love them. Just like I love all of you." Susan beamed some more. She was still shy, but there was an extra spring in her step now. She bared her rack again and even thrust her chest out. He likes them! He is going to have to climax before we're done, and his cum will have to go somewhere. Who knows, maybe he'll shoot it all over me! All over my chest! She immediately corrected herself, though. I can't think such thoughts! I'm the adult here, I have to keep my moral grounding or there's no telling WHAT might happen! She shivered all over as she briefly fantasized about some of the things that could happen, exactly. Mostly, she imagined her legs spread wide and her son's erection pounding in and out of her pussy. With another shiver of excitement, she forcibly banished the thought. She was down to just her panties and high heels (both red, his favorite color), but didn't
make any move to remove the panties. "I thought I'd leave these on,"
she explained as she looked at them. "You wouldn't want your mother to be completely
naked, would you?"
She looked down at his turgid erection, bobbing in the air, and then up at his face. She asked imploringly, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? Maybe we should wait for Suzanne, poor eyesight and all?" Alan at first had a hard time responding, given the way she was inadvertently pushing her breasts together with her arms. But said with surprising decisiveness, "Mom, I love you so much. And I love you even more for doing this. I know how uncomfortable it must make you feel, but I practically want to cry when I know what you're willing to do to make me get better." Again, she couldn't help but smile when he said he loved her. She thought to herself, I just have to get this out of my system. Akami put this evil urge into my brain. Or was it Suzanne? In any case, I just have to satisfy my curiosity. And help him. That's what this is REALLY about. This is to help him. Then I can get back to normal. Just this one time, and then maybe Suzanne
can do it next week and then keeping doing it after that. ... Or maybe I could. Once a week isn't so bad, is it? God, I'm so weak! Without saying anything more, she reached out with trembling
hands and touched his penis for the first time. Alan felt much the same. He was struggling mightily not to cum, even though she was doing nothing more than just holding his erection. Then he thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis. The abstract penis." Mumbling that repeatedly like a mantra seemed to calm her down some. Finally, she began moving her fingers over his shaft. She acted as if she'd never touched a penis before, which was true in a sense since she'd never allowed herself to just examine her husband's erection from close up. The old Susan always had sex in the dark (missionary position only). She wrapped a fist around the base and then began experimentally poking near the penis head.
Alan couldn't help but groan, and quite loudly. Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "Mom, not there! Too- ugh! Too sensitive!" He sensed that just the sight of his topless mother with her hands on his dick was going to push him over the edge already. He closed his eyes to try to delay his explosion. "It's so wet already," she commented. She stopped tickling him near the head, but her other hand was starting to stroke near the base without her really consciously thinking about it. "That's 'cos you've got me so excited," Alan gasped. She began stroking his shaft more firmly, going nearly from top to bottom. She spoke so quietly it was nearly inaudible. "I like how smooth it is. Smooth and wet. That makes stroking so easy." Alan thought he was going to lose it for sure. Only the shame of premature ejaculation gave him the strength to hold out somehow. Susan looked at the struggle playing out on his face. She remembered she needed to do the abnormality check before anything else. So she began at the base, and started pressing her thumb into it
just as nurse Akami explained to do. She slowly attempted to cover every
inch. She calmed herself by really seriously attempting to do the
check. Alan relaxed a bit, realizing he could hold out longer if she kept doing just what she was doing for a while. It felt great, but not overwhelming. Then she grew bolder, and affirmed a decision in her mind. My Tiger has to cum. He needs to cum so very much! I can't let him leave here with blue balls, it wouldn't be right. She said to Alan, "The more times
you can achieve ejaculation at the hands of others, the better, right?
That's what the nurse says. So I thought we could do double duty here,
just like she does." Susan was thinking, This is so weird. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. It feels so strange to pump my hands up and down this... thing. This member. Erection, I suppose. Doing this may not be the greatest thing since sliced bread like Suzanne was saying, but it's... nice. I could even get used to this, I think. Alan was having an increasingly difficult time not cumming, especially because Susan didn't pause or slow down when he was almost ready
to reach orgasm like Akami and Suzanne usually did. In fact, she started to go faster and
faster. It didn't help either that her face was now so close in his
lap that he could feel her cool breath on the tip of his penis. Alan began shooting his cum into her face as a supernova of orgasmic pleasure exploded within him. She was afraid of getting it in her eyes, even though she was wearing glasses. Just like she saw Akami do, she leaned back and took some of it on the chest instead. But while her eyes stayed closed, Alan was busy watching everything. He noticed that Susan had the most curious facial expression. It reminded him of when a person goes out in the rain, but instead of trying to avoid the water, they expose themselves to it, and luxuriate in the feeling of raindrops hitting all over their body. Mom's doing exactly that, except with my cum instead of rain. She loves it! Susan did love it, even though she was trying to deny her emotions and pretend it was just a clinical procedure. Attempting to remain professional, she remembered some of Suzanne's detailed instructions on what to do. She recalled that it was extremely important to keep stroking at all times, so she did (though she didn't remember why it was so crucial). She felt the pulsing of cum in the warm erection in her hands and also felt the squirts on her chest. She recalled from the all too rare times she'd had sex with her husband that a man squirted like that a few times, maybe six at the most. But Alan just kept cumming and cumming, giving up ten ropes of cum at least. The jets of semen shooting from the tip of dick seemed never ending and the rush of orgasmic pleasure seemed to go on forever too. Finally Susan opened her eyes in shock and stared at the last couple of his ropes shot out the tip of his dick. She cried out too, but her voice was higher and expressed more shock. CHAPTER 6 Alan was spent of
his seed. He slowly came down from his erotic high. Dang! I can't believe it. That was AWESOME! INCREDIBLE! It was even better than with Suzanne, if such a thing is possible, just 'cos it was with Mom! She clutched at her wedding ring. Am I cheating on Ron? Suzanne says it's not cheating, but I just don't know. Ron hasn't been the best of husbands, but I still feel uneasy about doing this behind his back just the same. Finally she said, "Well, that's that. I guess. What a strange world
we live in, with mothers having to do this for their sons. Are you okay,
Tiger?" Then she thought, But really, What's so gross about it? Suzanne's right, I need to get over my hang-ups. What did she call cum? That's right: "A tasty treat and a reward for a job well done." But it would be too unseemly to give any to this a taste. But Suzanne also said that Alan cumming so much and so often is a sign of his great virility. My Tiger could be a real tiger in bed! She looked at Alan with a new attitude and a face full of bliss. It struck her that her son was exceptionally sexually potent and talented, a true prize for any woman. She suddenly felt as if the cum all over her was the greatest thing ever. It seemed that she would just smile and gaze into his eyes for eternity. But then she began examining her chest more closely, running her fingers around and through the cum gobs. She knew that was a bit naughty, but she couldn't help herself. "Would you just look at me!" she said
in a delighted tone. "I'm a complete mess! It's a good thing I
took my shirt off." Darn it, that IS a tasty treat! She already knew his cum tasted great from a surreptitious taste at Akami's appointment, but the fresh taste confirmed her opinion and fed her hunger for more. I can't believe I'm saying that about my own son's cum! What have I turned into? Some kind of shameless hussy? But it's just a fact. Why does his spend have to taste so darn good?! One of her hands found a particularly large gob of cum on her chest, and scooped it up. She put it on the tip of her finger, and then sucked it into her mouth. Her desire was so great that she forgot to make sure Alan wasn't looking. When she did remember, she looked up to see Alan staring at her finger in her mouth. Busted! Damn. But the thing is, it's just too delicious to stop. Mmmm. Alan imagined the finger in her mouth was his penis. It wasn't hard to imagine, given the way she was treating it. She was pushing it in and out of her lips, making audible sucking noises on it as if trying to recover the very last remnants of cum so she could have it all. Even though he'd just cum, he could feel his penis was still rock hard and ready for more. Susan thought back to Suzanne's cocksucking "instructions" given during their earlier long phone call. While she hadn't sucked him off, Suzanne's advice seemed apt now. "A good cocksucker always swallows. Cum can be very messy, and the best way to clean up is to eat it all up. It's a sign of love to swallow. It's what good mommies do." Susan was so aroused thinking about Suzanne's words that she couldn't stop herself. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she said to Alan as she swiped up another gob with a finger, "Tiger, I hope you don't mind, but Suzanne said this is how I'm supposed to clean things up." She brought the gob up to her lips but held it there and waited for his reaction, half-fearing that he'd call her a freak. "Mind? I love it! Mom, you're the best!" With a big sigh of relief, she pushed the cummy finger into her mouth. She found herself rolling it around over her tongue to savor the taste. Mmmm. MMMM! Thank goodness he said that, because this stuff is better than chocolate. Better than ice cream! Heck, it's better than chocolate ice cream, heh-heh. I've heard that cum is supposed to taste bad, but Suzanne was so right that that's just not true. At least not with my cutie Tiger. Mmmm... Such a man... She closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a mellow ecstasy as she savored it even more. Alan was already aroused beyond belief as it was, but the sight
of his cum all over her tremendous breasts was almost too much for him
to take. The added sight of her openly eating some of his cum pushed
him even further. She noticed that a small gob had landed on her wedding ring, a simple band of gold. But she was off in such a happy erotic la-la land that this only pleased her even more. She purposely and lovingingly licked the ring clean. Alan thought momentarily that he would faint, but he held his breath and the feeling thankfully passed. Susan's boobs were so large and so perfectly shaped that her cum-covered chest was
a completely different sight to behold than when he splattered Akami's with her average
sized boobs. Susan's chest seemed to Alan like two mighty mountains
with a deep valley between them. His cum gobs couldn't keep their altitude
on those mountains, and they began streaming down into her valley, especially
as more fell down from her face. It occurred to him that her cleavage
would be perfectly lubricated with his cum so he could slip his penis
into that valley and fuck her there. She tried to remember the reason Suzanne gave and came up blank. (In fact, Suzanne hadn't given any reason and at that time the two of them were too horny to notice or care). So she ad-libbed, "Uh, or else it'll fall and stain the carpet." Her face turned red as she said this, because she was aware it was a pretty thin excuse to do something blatantly obscene. She added, "And I hope Suzanne warned you about the evils of letting your seed spill unto the ground." Alan didn't know what that meant, but he remembered Suzanne had recently and cryptically used the exact same wording. He guessed it had something to do with making a mess and staining things, though he couldn't figure out why she said "ground" instead of "floor." Susan loved the taste of Alan's cum so much that she couldn't do anything else but eat more of it. Pretending not to notice that her son was blatantly staring, she soon began devoting her full attention to finding cum gobs with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth. Before long, she was not only putting the cum into her mouth, she was practically fucking her mouth with her fingers while she was doing it. She was fantasizing about sucking him off. Even as he blatantly stared at her mouth and chest, she was blatantly staring right back at his waving erection. Oooh! Goody! Look at that thing! Sooo big. I wonder how Ron would feel knowing how much bigger his son's member is. And not just bigger, but superior in every way. That's a penis I want to get to know intimately. My son is a stud! Mmmm. MMMM! More! She scooped up some more gobs and took her time to enjoy eating them up, one by one. I don't really remember why I'm supposed to eat this up, but I don't care. And as for stroking him, who am I kidding? It wasn't just okay, it wasn't just fun, it was GREAT! I could do that all day. I felt sooo good making him squirm and wiggle and practically burst with joy. And then when he DID burst, with cum, what a rush! If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. She continued to scoop and lick while Alan just stared. Mmmm. More cum. Yum. This is sooo yummy, but I'll bet it tastes even better coming straight from the source. I've got a naughty little feeling that it won't be many days until
I have the real thing inside my jaws and not just a finger. Oooh! That's a nasty thought, heh-heh. She smiled a wicked smile after saying
that. What's happening to me, she thought idly, as if she was
on the outside of her body looking in. Why am I acting like this,
and why can't I stop? I'm supposed to be acting detached and clinical, but no one warned me how much FUN this is! ... Okay, true, Suzanne did, and in spades, and she is so right! As usual! How I love her. And she said it's perfectly okay to enjoy it. As long as it has to happen, why not have a little fun? Suzanne keeps telling me that too. Susan gave a great and very audible sigh of relief. Alan grinned. "I'll ask. But I agree that more often wouldn't hurt. In fact, it's good to play it safe." Susan smiled. "I agree whole-heartedly. So I'm sure, that since we're going to be doing this a lot from now on, as we go on, we can become more professional about it. Do you mind, your frumpy old mother jacking you off at least once a week and then eating up all your, uh, discharge? Could you live with that?" She resumed the abnormality check as she talked. He knew she was fishing for compliments, but he was very happy to sincerely give them. "Live with it? Mom, I love it! You're no frump; you're the sweetest, kindest, greatest, sexiest mom in the history of the world! I could easily 'live' with you doing that once a day. Heck, once an hour!" She blushed, immensely pleased. "Shucks. You're just saying that. I'm sure you prefer Suzanne's help much more." "Mom, Suzanne is amazing, but you're totally amazing too. Of course, Suzanne has years of experience, but you'll learn to be just as good as her, I'm sure." "You think?" A determined look crossed her face. "Well, I'll try." His mind nearly overloaded with pleasure as he imagined Susan giving him handjobs for years on end, all the while competing with Suzanne to see who was best at it. As she talked, she was already "examining" every inch of his erection with her fingers, but the abnormality check wasn't the same as a full-on handjob and didn't feel nearly as good to Alan. A light bulb went off in his head. "Mom, why don't you practice giving a handjob right now? Then I can better compare how you do it to Suzanne's style. We can get back to the check after you practice for a while." Her whole face lit up with delight, even though logically his idea didn't make much sense. "What a good idea!" Both hands began pumping up and down on his shaft. Alan had to stifle a loud groan, both over what she was doing and her obvious joy in doing it. He was glad that at least he was able to hold out longer and enjoy it now that he'd already cum once. After a couple of minutes, she said as she happily stroked, "I must admit, I'm not very good at giving your member
a... massage. Your father and I, we've never really been into that kind of thing so
I've never even given a blowjob before. Everything we did, it was fumbling around in the dark. I feel kind of inadequate, especially knowing how
talented our next door neighbor ‘Jessica Rabbit' is at it. I really want to be good at these handjobs, but I just don't know what to do." She grinned. "Me too." She began going more slowly. Mmmm. It's so warm. I know I'm going to be damned to Hell for this, but I have to admit that it's such a pleasure just to hold it. I almost wish that guys didn't have their orgasms, just so I could hold it and stroke it forever. But what did Suzanne say? "Don't just stroke it, love it." Suzanne gives the BEST advice. Tiger, I love you baby! And I love holding your co- ... uh, member. A minute or so later, she asked, "How is this, Tiger? Do you like this? Is this what Suzanne does?" Alan suggested, "It's beyond great. But if you put your whole body into it, then your chest shakes in the most delightful way in time with the stroking and I absolutely love that." Wondering if he'd pushed too far, he added, "You know, visual stimulation and all that, it, uh, helps with my cure." Alan went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Suzanne... Um... You don't have to do exactly what she does.
I'm sure you can be just as good as her, in your own style. Just watch my face and hear my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard thing to think of an encouraging answer to, especially
while he was being stroked so pleasurably. But he seemed to say exactly the right thing. "Oh, yes, Tiger! Practice! We need more
practice! A lot of practice. A lot... So much practice!" She said
this between heavy breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement.
Once again her chest heaved and bounced in ways that caused as much
excitement for Alan as what her hands were doing. "What is it? What did I do?" He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis head where your fingers are pressing right now? That's the most sensitive spot. When you stroke me there like you were just doing, I practically see stars." 'Oh reeeeeally?!" She was all smiles. She remembered how much importance Suzanne had given to that spot. At least one of her hands always seemed to be focusing there from then on. Time moved forward like a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. It was like he was been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate plane where nothing existed but pleasure and arousal. His eyes were glassy and his face was filled with a great mindless grin. Suddenly he came to, and found himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He was enjoying himself so much that he forgot to struggle to delay the climax. Susan had enjoyed his climax the first time, but she'd been more shocked than anything. This time, she could fully appreciate the experience. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot toward her face and chest. Before, she was a bit afraid of the "gross" cum, but now she treated it like manna from Heaven. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward to make sure all the cum hit her. Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and realized she must be
climaxing too. For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan may have enjoyed the experience as much or even more than he did, which was saying quite a lot.
She was still in the throes of an extraordinary orgasm. Whenever she had sex with her husband she rarely had any orgasms at all, but now she was having a whole series. It kept going long after she stopped touching Alan. Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally buckled from the intensity of it
all, like an animal that continued to twitch long after it was dead.
She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think I was married all these years and I never knew. Suddenly the thought occurred to her, We never did quite finish that abnormality check, did we? I guess we'll just have to do it all over again later, heh-heh! With her other hand she began rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Then she pushed her panties aside, and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping pussy. She knew masturbating in front of Alan was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of the abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself. However, her pussy was sensitive from the recent climax. She had to stop and let her body recover. Her panties more or less fell back into place. "Look at me, Tiger," she said as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum sooooo much. It's just too much. What
am I supposed to do with all this cum?" Despite his sexual inexperience, he could tell what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Yes it is. Mom, I want you to eat up all my cum. Every last bit." She loved being ordered what to do (though she didn't consciously know that yet) and chills of excitement ran up and down her spine. "Oh my! What a naughty boy! I guess if that's what you want, I'll have to do it. The only thing is..." - she paused as she sucked a cum gob off of a finger - "I kind of like having it on my skin, too. It's like you're... marking me. ... Claiming me, even." She ate more cum. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!" Alan looked at her. The sight of her rocking gently back and forth on the floor to some unheard rhythm while eagerly finding and eating his cum was blowing his mind. Even though he'd just cum twice in a short period of time, he was a bit surprised his penis didn't lurch back into action yet again, because every thing she did was just too arousing to take. Mom is just such a sexual dynamo! Who would have ever figured?! Being "ordered" to clean up his cum took her to even greater heights of excitement, even though she'd all but told him to order her to do it. She simply couldn't help her urges and resumed frigging her pussy despite a lingering sensitivity there. At the same time, it appeared that her other hand was out of control, running through his jism and scooping it up to consume it as fast as she could instead of savoring the taste. While she did all this, she apologized profusely and sincerely, "Oh no! Forgive me! I'm so sorry, Tiger. Please don't look, but I just can't control my hands! I'm too worked up! So improper! Oh my God! So very... Yes!" Somehow she managed to continue her search for
cum even as her body bucked even more wildly. CHAPTER 8 Alan looked down at himself. His weary penis had been flaccid seconds before, but now it was hard as a diamond. This is insane! he thought. I'm
sorry mom, but I have to fuck you right here and now! I don't care if
this is called motherfucking; I don't care about anything anymore but fucking! You're begging for
it! I'm going to give it to you! Alan hit the floor on his butt, and then his back hit the side of the bed. His mother still had her mouth wrapped around his penis. He was somewhat surprised she had managed not to bite or hurt it as he fell. As they both adjusted and recovered, she thought, Oh my God! I have my son's member in my mouth! Actually, I should call it a cock now because I'm cocksucking! I'm a naughty cocksucking mommy, heh-heh! It feels so GOOD! So THICK and BIG! I can barely stretch my lips around it. She placed her hands on his knees and immediately began sucking vigorously. It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, and at first she repeatedly gagged. But after a few attempts she learned not to try and take so much in at once. Alan grabbed her by her long hair, and yelled, "Yes!
Yes! Suck it! Like that! Keep sucking!" Alan accepted the new position easily. While it would have been nice to grope at the breasts he'd secretly wondered about for years, he was so far gone with pleasure that he could hardly mind anything, much less think clearly. "Tiger, Mommy is a real cocksucker now! What do you think of that?" "Oh Mom!" Alan was beyond speaking. There were no words to convey his joy. "It's so good! It's just like Suzanne said it would be. Better, even!" Her whole body bounced up and down like a pogo stick in time to her stroking. She sat on her legs, and slid one foot between her legs and tried to press her pussy down onto it. As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction using her heel to rub against her pussy. Meanwhile, her hands flew back and forth over his turgid penis. Both mother and son were truly beyond coherent speech now, and they just screamed and moaned incoherently. Finally, with the loudest groan yet, Alan began to shoot his seed. Susan rapidly put her mouth back over his erection and prepared
to drink it all in. But her inexperience showed again, and most of it
dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin. Alan almost passed out on the spot, he was so spent, but he managed to stay conscious. He again looked at his mother. Now most of three loads had landed on her face and chest, minus all the gobs she'd eaten or directly swallowed. She was rubbing his hot sperm all over her face, working it into the skin. Then she took her cum-soaked hands and rubbed the rest of her body, writhing like an exotic dancer. "Oh!" she cried.
"Son! My special son. You've covered me! Covered me in cum! So
good!" Her body buckled and he wondered if she'd cum yet again.
But eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally
stopped altogether. The only
thought going through Alan's mind was how long it would take his penis
to recover its strength, so he could give his mother the proper fucking
she so richly deserved. Looking at her boobs heave up and down with
every heavy breath, he figured it wouldn't be long before he was hard
again and he would be inside her. When he didn't answer,
she answered for him. "No! We can't!" Alan suddenly felt very abashed. His passion was rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with hiding his true feelings. "Yes, mom, I would never think of such a thing." Neither would even state what that thing was, but both
knew they were talking about fucking. Mother fucking. His lies apparently convinced
her. Alan nearly laughed at that, until he realized she was serious. "Tiger, as long as you have to ejaculate, there's
no reason why we can't have some fun in the process, right? I know you
and Suzanne have fun. God, how I know that. She tells me every last detail. But I don't want you to
even think about crossing the line. Do I make myself clear? For instance,
you shouldn't have tried to grope at my breasts. Suzanne should have taught
you that that is off limits. Didn't she teach you that?" But he thought, I still don't understand why I can't touch or kiss,
even as I'm getting my cock sucked! Talk about strange rules. But then he remembered, Well, I suppose the whole point is for me to ejaculate. Cocksucking helps that a lot more than kissing or tit fondling would, so it makes sense it a weird kind of way. Susan grabbed herself at the crotch when Alan wasn't looking and swished her panties around. Her sticky juices made lewd squishing sounds, but she found it delightful. She'd never been so wet in her life. She touched her clit and nearly screamed because it felt so good. Alan got some damp towels and began rubbing the carpet
with them while Susan began changing the bedspread, since a lot of his
cum had dripped onto it. They even found bits of cum that had shot many
feet across the room. So he mentally searched for a loophole. "But like yesterday, you had me put suntan lotion on you, even
though I'm not supposed to touch you. What if something like that happens?" They finished cleaning up. Alan grew increasingly distracted by her jiggling boobs the more he recovered from the previous orgasm. She seemed to take her
sweet time cleaning up, and purposely shook her rack as she rubbed the
carpet with a damp towel. Now that she'd gotten started, all she wanted to do was make her son hard and then drain him dry. Alan drew close to ostensibly check out the
wetness of the panties, though many other sights on her body caught
his interest.
Once he stopped looking at her exposed bush and pussy, he noticed that, sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected
in her absolutely soaked panties. He took a deep whiff
of her musky pussy, and noted from mere inches away that it was still
very actively leaking. He watched a rivulet drip down her thigh. She tossed them away and stood there in her naked glory. Yes! This is how I should be all the time: naked for my son! I don't know why, but it just feels so good, like I BELONG like this forever! The only thing better would be naked and with his fat stiffy in my mouth. Oh dear. Susan, get a hold of yourself! She looked at his crotch. He still was only wearing a T-shirt, and had to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep a newly raging hard-on pushed up under his shirt towards his stomach. She added huskily as she pointed between his legs, "That is, unless you
need some more help down there." Again, Alan, felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss her and grope her wildly. He wished his dwindling erection could be maintained, but due too his tiredness it could only take so much excitement. She said as their bodies stayed pressed together, "Thank you for
your willpower, my big strong son. Mommy loves her Tiger so much." She kissed the top of his head again, and held him some more, but this
time it was more of a tender hug than an overwhelming erotic assault hug. Alan could see
her dark and hard nipples clearly though the white shirt. His fear dissolved
into lust as he saw how horny she was. His mind boggled as he struggled to wake. Though his penis was already erect, now it grew so stiff it created a large lump in his bed sheets. Alan asked, "I keep hearing that phrase. The words are so weirdly formal, like they're from the Bible or something. What do they mean?" "They ARE from the Bible. Didn't Suzanne tell you? That's the story of Onan. He spilled his seed upon the ground and God got so mad at him that he struck him dead with a lightning bolt. That's why you should always try to cum on a woman's skin, to avoid sinning. In a way, what we were doing earlier is blessed by the Lord." Alan just nodded, but he thought to himself, That wasn't in any Bible that I ever read! But hey, if it works for Mom, I sure am not going to discourage her about it. Maybe it's in some of those boring Old Testament parts I never read. She smiled. "Don't you think it would be better if I helped you out instead of having you do it yourself?" She pulled his sheets back, letting his erection spring straight up into the air. Alan smiled too. "Mom, I would love it so much if you did
it for me." "Nonsense. That just makes you smell more manly. Today, this afternoon in fact, I finally realized just what a MAN you are and I love it." Alan could hardly argue with such eagerness. He rolled his body over to the edge of the bed. She took his penis in her hand, and caressed it gently. Then she placed it against the side of her face and caressed it some more between her hand and her cheek. "I'm so lucky to have a wonderful son with such a lovely penis. Suzanne is so right. It's so much fun to make a REAL penis happy." Alan asked, "The way you're saying that, are you implying father doesn't have a real penis?" She grimaced. "Oh please. Don't mention him and ruin my mood. Let's just say you're a real man, and real men know how to use a penis to pleasure a woman. Actually,
I should call it what it is: a cock. I love how nasty that sounds. Such
a big cock! And your cum is so yummy! Mmmm! Your SPERM! That sounds so nasty. I think your energy problem is
the best thing that ever happened in the Plummer household, don't you?" "Well, 'hosed down' might be overstating it, but yeah, I've done that." "Oh God! So hot! I wish I could see her big breasts all covered in your potent seed. It's almost as good as if I was doing it myself." Alan asked, "So you find her large breasts arousing?" Susan considered that before answering. "Not exactly. It just makes me so happy knowing that your cock is getting sucked by someone. And I know how you're a breast man so it makes me extra happy to know that someone so well endowed, talented, and all around sexy is helping you. My son is the best and deserves nothing but the very best." She'd been lovingly caressing his erection but now she began stroking it vigorously. "Helping you with this. Mmmm. My big son's special cock. I think it needs to be sucked and stroked a lot, you know,
for your treatment," - as she said this she suddenly remembered
there was a medical excuse behind all this - "and I can't always
be there for you. Maybe sometime when she does it I could watch, to pick up some tips? Now that you've started me cock stroking and cocksucking, I want to do it the best I possibly can." "Yes. And?" She'd resumed jacking him off because she needed her mouth to talk until the conversation was over. "Well, we got lucky before and none of my cum got on your panties, but I think you should take them off just to be safe, don't you?" She gave him a naughty grin. "What an excellent idea. There's no telling where your sperm gun is gonna shoot me next." The concern of his getting her panties wet was absurd because it was already soaked from her own juices, even though she'd put on a new pair while he was sleeping. But she liked having fig-leaf excuses. She immediately pulled her panties down her legs and threw them across the room. All the while, she kept a hand stroking on his erection. She looked at his bugged out eyes staring at her bush and grew a bit concerned. "Son, you're not thinking of you-know-what, just because your big busty mommy is totally nude and jacking your hard cock?" He answered, "I promise I'll be good, and you know I keep my promises. But can't I look? You look so sexy down there." "Nonsense. It's a big hairy mess. You don't want to look there." But even as she said this, she was grinning madly and spreading her legs a little more to give him a better look. Alan noticed that her pussy and bush looked nearly exactly the same as Suzanne's. Maybe Suzanne's clit was a little bigger and her lips were a little pinker, but that was about it. The hair color was exactly the same. Both bushes were thick and full, but nicely trimmed. Dammit, one day I just know I'm gonna get to know that secret place. I just know it. He suggested as he nodded at her pussy, "Don't be afraid. Touch it. I wanna see you play with it." "Well, okay... But really, I feel a little guilty. Suzanne says that it's no sin for women to masturbate, but deep down it feels wrong. I'm so used to thinking it was a sin, you know? In the Book of John, it was said that-" Before she could get started quoting scripture, Alan interrupted, "Mom, you're not really masturbating, don't think of it that way. You're providing visual stimulation. This is all part of helping me. Things like watching you play with your pussy or shake your rack; it all helps keep me hard so I can have my orgasms six times a day, just like the doctor ordered." The idea that Alan needed help to stay erect while his naked centerfold-quality mother was jacking him off was absurd, but again it was the fig-leaf Susan needed for her own peace of mind. "Well, if you think it helps..." She began fingering her pussy lips with one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other. Within seconds of touching herself, she began writhing around as if she was about to climax. "Goodness gracious, that's GOOD! Mmmm! MMMM! Oh dear, I'm such a naughty mommy!" "Gosh! Where are my manners?" She giggled and winked at him. "Look at all that tragically neglected cock." She bent over and took his erection in her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke the base of it too. Alan laughed. "Where are my manners" was a very rare joke from Susan; since she just wasn't the joking type. He realized that her comments boded very well for the future. Wow! All of a sudden my mom seems to think that it's a problem if my cock is NOT getting sucked! And she'd never even done it before, up to an hour ago. Talk about an improved attitude. This is just too much for me to take! Alan grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her head away. "What?" she asked, a bit irritated. Clearly, she resented being interrupted from her happy sucking. "Whoa. Hold on. It's just that everything you do is so arousing that I feel like cumming already and I want this to last. Can we rest a minute?" "Oh, poo." But reflecting on his compliment, she grinned. "Really? Am I that arousing?" "Mom, you don't have any idea, do you? Just because you hang out with Suzanne all day you probably think you're not sexy 'cos you compare yourself to her. Maybe the old you wasn't that sexy since you went out of your way to bundle up and put on a frumpy attitude to boot. But the new you is right there with Suzanne, completely off the sexy scale." "Oh, poo! You get me so excited with talk like that and then you said I can't suck any cock. How 'bout now?" Alan laughed. "No." She waited about ten seconds, and then asked, "How 'bout now?" Alan laughed harder. "God, Mom, you sound just like I did as a kid when we'd go on a family trip. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'" "Perhaps," she replied inscrutibly. Then after waiting a few heartbeats, she asked even more eagerly, "How 'bout now?" Alan laughed still more. But he still needed to stall for time so he wouldn't cum on the spot. He asked, "So, Mom, I take it you like cocksucking. What do you like about it so much?" "Oh my! Where to begin? At first, jacking you off seemed strange and I didn't know what to think. But then when you sprayed your hot seed all over my face, I was sold. It just made me feel, well, it's hard to explain. But happy to make you so happy, for one. And Suzanne's right: there's some kind of special connection that happens. Seeing your cum all over me, I feel like I belong to you. It's almost like... Well, I guess the only way to describe it is that I belong to you. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that you're in charge and that you're going to take care of me. I've never felt like that before." 'What about Father?" "Ugh! I said don't remind me. It only makes me feel guilty. I so want to be a good wife, a loyal wife, but your cock... I can't resist it! You know, like, next time Ron comes home if for some bizarre reason he'd actually get the urge to fondle my breasts, I'd be able to suffer through it because I'd think, 'Oh, hubby, you like those breasts, do you? The ones that your son has spilled gallons of his cum all over in the months since you've been gone?' It's like you're marking me as yours. I can't explain it any better than that. I suppose Ron can touch me since I'm his wife, but I belong to you now." "Wow, Mom. That's pretty intense." "I know, but I'm feeling pretty intense right now. And that's not even counting eating up your cum. My goodness! I'm addicted! All I can think about as we're talking here is how good it'll feel to have another hot load of your cum shoot down my throat." "Jesus! Well, if you put it that way, let's get to it. I'm certainly not getting much of an arousal rest with you talking like that." She smiled bashfully as she bent down to take his erection between her lips. "Sorry." Within seconds, Alan was shouting, "No, Mom! Stop! Too good!" She paused, chuckling. "So you like that, baby?" "Oh Mom! Please don't, or I'm gonna cum too soon!" But she was feeling delightfully naughty and went right back to that spot, except she was slower and gentler. "Mom! Oh Mom! You're such a good cocksucker! Such a natural! No, I'm gonna blow!" Seeing he was about to blow, she backed off from that spot for a while. She was giddy with the compliments and the feeling of power she got controlling his ecstasy. A natural, eh? The thing is, this DOES come so naturally to me. Mommy likes to suck Tiger cock! Heh-heh-heh! As Susan felt the hot ropes of cum splash on her tonsils, she thought, YES! This is what I'm talking about! It's so wrong, but that's part of what makes it feel so right! Mmmm! So good! I'm gonna feel dreadfully guilty about this tomorrow I'm sure, but save that for tomorrow. I love it now! Alan really let himself go, groaning so much that it was more like screaming. He was in heaven. Susan loved hearing his enjoyment. It literally doubled her pleasure. She was a very giving person, especially when it came to her children. When he felt good, she felt good. After they were done, neither had the strength for another go round.
They were still exhausted from all the times before. She sat up and began putting her T-shirt on over her head. "I should be honest, in case it isn't blatantly obvious already - I want to help you much more than just once a week. Much more. Abnormality checks are all well and good, but you need a lot more help than that, with your daily six times needs. Any time you want that again, come to Suzanne or me with your tasty, cum-filled cock. Especially me." She giggled. Alan thought, Weird. Another funny from her. Does she turn into a comedian only when she gets aroused? Susan continued as she took a very long time putting her shirt on, "I'm sure there's
enough of you to go around. We're your personal twenty-four hours a day cocksuckers now.
Do you like that? Do you like the idea of having your own busty cocksuckers
at your beck and call, even if one of them is your mother?" "Although..." she ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm not completely sure. We didn't really finish that check, now that I think about it. Maybe we need to do some more checking tonight. I think the only way to definitely be sure it doesn't have an irregular shape is to repeatedly test its size with my mouth every few hours." His penis started to grow hard again in reaction to her eagerness. She began fingering his penis as she watched it grow. Her shirt was still more off than on. She wiggled her butt a little, which also
was only half covered by the nearly see-through T-shirt. "I really enjoyed what you did to my butt yesterday by the pool." Then she swished
her ass out of the room and went to take another shower. But while she waited for him, she began thinking more fondly about all the sexual things that had just happened. I can't believe how I transformed into a shameless cock- er, member sucking hussy in the span of a single hour! True, it was fun, but it has to stop. But before long, she was daydreaming about sucking her son's penis even more, and mentally made plans to do it again that very evening. The truth was, now that the dam had broken, she was insatiable. She was still riding an erotic buzz that overrode her second thoughts. More time passed, and she came to a conclusion. Okay, I lost control there for a while. But as Suzanne tells me a couple dozen times a day, it's not sex, it's a medical treatment. It's saving him from sin, too. I have to push my reservations aside and try to be a good mother. About a half an hour after Susan went to the kitchen, she heard Alan clomping down the stairs. She flew into a panic. Her mouth practically began salivating as she imagined sucking on his erection again. The strength of her lusty reaction to his arrival shocked her. At the same time, she belatedly realized that her outfit was downright frumpy. It was too late to change, but she quickly reached underneath her long dress and slipped her panties off. With Alan about to come into the kitchen at any second, she quickly stuffed the panties in the first drawer that she could reach. She turned her back away from where Alan was coming in so he wouldn't see her flustered expression. He tried to find the right words to apologize, but he was having trouble. "Um, Mom? Uh..." Susan didn't turn around but just spoke straight ahead, pretending she was still the only one in the room. "What was that? I must be imagining things, 'cos I almost thought I heard my son speaking. But that can't be, because I'm the only one here. It's a good thing, too, because if he were to come near me, I don't know how I could resist putting that fat, thick thing of his back in my mouth." Alan was extremely confused. It was obvious Susan knew he was there, but he couldn't understand her unusually oblique manner. At first he thought she was so mad at him that she was refusing to even acknowledge his existence. But there was an unmistakable eagerness and happiness in her voice. She continued, "Yep, Tiger's gonna need a lot of help getting rid of all that nasty cum, if he's going to make his daily target. I'm sure he's going to need more help tonight, and since I'm the only one home, he's probably going to coat my throat with more of that yummy sperm of his. I might just have to swallow a couple of loads before the night is through!" Susan's excitement was so obvious that Alan wasn't confused any more. In fact, within seconds of realizing that she wasn't mad at him, his urge to apologize and just about all of his guilty feelings went right out the window. He found himself with a new and very urgent erection in about the amount of time it takes to flick a light switch. He drew closer to her. She said with even more obvious arousal, "My only worry is that my Tiger won't realize that his mommy's mouth is ready, ready to feel a warm hard, um, member, slide between her lips. He might get the wrong idea from my outfit. I just hope he'll realize that I'm not wearing any panties. Maybe he'll check, while maintaining the proper boundaries." She reached around and pulled her dress nearly up to her ass. Alan was confused again, because it seemed like his mother was inviting him to touch her ass, but earlier she'd also explicitly prohibited him from touching her in any sexual way. He crept up to her silently until he stood right behind her. He sensed she didn't want him to talk, so he just stood there hoping she clarify what she wanted him to do. Susan was feeling nervous, but she relaxed considerably as she realized he was waiting for more explicit permission before doing anything. The one thing she didn't want was for him to get out of control like he almost did earlier. "Is there someone there?" she asked innocently, still without turning her head. "I can almost sense there's someone here. Someone who wants to touch me in very private places. But I must be wrong, as I'm here all alone. Someone who needs to touch my ass to see that I'm not wearing panties..." Alan slowly lifted her dress up until he could see her pale ass. Her legs were closed together, but nonetheless he could easily see that in fact she wasn't wearing any panties. Hearing no objection to the exposure of her butt, he reached out and put one hand on her upper thigh right next to her ass. He brushed her skin so lightly that at first she wasn't even sure if she was being touched. She just felt the tiny hairs covering her ass tingle.
She let out a happy "Mmmm..." to let him know she approved. Otherwise, she kept perfectly still, to make it easier for him
to continue. Luckily for him, her ass crack had been very thoroughly cleaned when Susan took a shower right before coming to the kitchen. In fact, about the only things she'd gotten clean during her twenty minute shower were her ass, pussy, and tits as she'd masturbated herself into a frenzy. While she thrilled to his touch, she recalled the shower and thought, I've probably had more orgasms today
than in the past ten years combined! And most of those were in the past
week or two. I never knew what it
meant to really live until I fell in lust with my son! And God forgive me, but I'm already on the verge of another big one. What he does to me! She said, "I must be dreaming, because it seems to be I'm feeling the hands of a young man. A young man who knows better than to put his hands anywhere else, including my special place. He knows the meaning of boundaries, and also knows not to kiss my butt, or stick his finger into any forbidden holes." At first Alan thought she was encouraging him to do more, but then he realized she was making the limits to their game clear. He quickly withdrew his finger, and in fact took away both of his hands altogether. Breaking his silence, he said, "Sorry, Mom..." She laughed gaily, not upset at all. If anything, she was upset he took his hands off her butt. Since the pretence that Alan wasn't there had been broken, Susan craned her head around to look him in the eye. "Tiger," she said softly, "I said some things earlier that, well, let's just say I got kind of carried away. I believe I said something about, um..." She turned away again, this time out of embarrassment. "I said something about how Ron can touch me, but I really belong to you. Something to that effect, anyway. And something about being at your beck and call to suck your, uh, erection, twenty-four hours a day." She paused, collecting her thoughts, then went on. "I'm sure you realize that people say things when they're aroused that they don't necessarily mean. Obviously, I'm still Ron's wife, not YOUR wife; it's just that you have certain unusual medical needs that I have to take care of. I mean, the very idea of your own mother marrying you, well, obviously... that's absurd." She was trying to sound stern and motherly, but when she talked about being her son's wife, it got her so excited that she practically swooned and had to struggle to go on. After another long pause while she composed herself, she asked, "You understand?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. Well, since that's taken care of, I've noticed that a certain ghost around here keeps having trouble fondling my ass due my long dress that keeps falling over it. And how can I know when my, er, member-sucking abilities are needed, if he can't get my attention by fondling my ass? So, since he'd been such a good boy who understands the boundaries, I'm going to make it a little easier on him." She undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then she stepped away from it, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Alan was in awe, both at her attitude and at her firm and athletic legs and ass. There wasn't the slightest hint of flab to be seen. Getting back into their role play of sorts, he registered his complete approval with a ghost-like "WoooOOOooooo," but at the end he turned it into a wolf whistle, "Woot-hoo!" He brought his other hand up and began strongly kneading her ass cheeks. Susan loved it. She fell forward and mashed her chest down onto the kitchen counter. She was so close to an intense orgasm just from what his hands were doing that she could practically taste it. My husband has cupped and fondled my ass more times than I can count. But this is different. Alan's hands are so confident! He's not just holding it, he's taking possession of it! I swear, any time at all when he touches me, it gets me so darn HOT! Come on, Son, own your mommy's ass. OWN it! Alan, too, was feeling increasingly overwhelmed and overjoyed. He was trying not to talk, but he couldn't help but say, "You know, as the house ghost, I hear a lot of things around here. I keep hearing your handsome son say how much he loves you. He thinks you're really beautiful too. And you're just about the kindest, best mom any kid could ever have." Susan was so blown away by those words that she was struck speechless. Ron was never very giving with compliments, and neither were her parents, but Alan's words were obviously heartfelt. She wanted to completely merge souls with him, but since she couldn't do that, she absolutely had to do the most intimate thing she allowed herself to do with him. She stood up and spun around. She stared at him fiercely and said in a mock scold, "Tiger, drop those shorts right now. This very instant! Your mommy has some serious cocksucking to do!" Alan's erection had been painfully constrained in shorts and underwear. He let out a great sigh of relief as he dropped them both, leaving him wearing nothing but a white Spinal Tap T-shirt. She dropped to her knees. "Oh my, what do we have here?" she cried with a high voice
like a delighted little girl. "It looks and feels like an extremely hard erection. But we know
that can't be, since I'm all alone. Since this is the kitchen, it must
be a Popsicle. I like Popsicles. They remind me of cocks! I think I'll give this Popsicle a good suck!" Alan, again, was in total ecstasy. He could never have imagined that a human being could ever feel so good. Susan thought as she joyfully sucked, What's gotten into me? Here I am, half naked and on my knees in my own kitchen, and my son's big dick is tickling my tonsils! That's just so wrong! Mmmm! And he's standing there like some kind of lord while I'm on my knees like I'm his personal cocksucking slave! Mmmm mmmm. MMMM! So yummy! Good God, that turns me on so much, that he's standing with his thick COCK shoved half way down my throat and I'm helpless here on my knees! It's so wrong, but so right! I wanna do everything for him, everything! Mmmm!
She could tell Alan loved it from the way he was moaning. But she paused to explain, "Suzanne has been talking to me about this. I've never done it with your father and I really want to try it out. Is that okay? Goodness, just listen to me. I'm sucking my son's balls and I won't even do it with my husband. You must think your mother is some kind of shameless slut!" Alan's only answer to that was a loud groan of pure desire. She dove back in, fitting all of one of his testicles in her mouth. Meanwhile, she always had at least one hand flying up and down his slick shaft at all times. Alan, again, was in total ecstasy. He could never have imagined that a human being could ever feel so good. It was a near miracle he hadn't cum already, and that was only because he'd climaxed so many times in recent hours that his penis had unusual staying power. But there was only so much stimulation he could take, and the way Susan was fervently attacking his balls and erection with her lips, tongue, and both hands, not to mention an endless stream of happy "Mmmm" sounds, was irresistible. His cries and groans grew louder and louder until he realized that he was cumming. He found himself venting a full throated roar as his ropes of cum nailed the back of his mother's throat yet again. Susan sucked and sucked and sucked. She strived with every fiber of her being to show how much she loved him and give him to best climax he'd ever had. She took in nearly all his cum, not stopping her rapid vacuuming even when his legs gave way and he slowly crumpled to the floor. She had a roaring climax of her own in the middle of his, and that didn't stop her sucking in the slightest either. The little cum that landed on her face instead of going straight down her gullet she eagerly gobbled up. Then she licked his penis
completely clean. Once she was done with that, she still didn't want the fun to end despite the fact Alan was sprawled out on the floor and nearly comatose while recovering from such a great orgasm. She gently kisses his flaccid and balls all over, whispering "Love you," and sometimes "Mommy loves you," between each kiss. When Susan finally ran out of energy too, she collapsed on top of him. She pressed her firm, well-covered tits into his chest (if there was one thing that could have made the experience better for Alan it would have been seeing Susan topless instead of bottomless, since he was such a tit man. But he wasn't complaining). Her mouth was so close to
his that he thought for sure she would kiss him, but she held back. "Now remember, you're not allowed to feel Mommy's big naked hooters.
But since I'm still wearing a shirt, then technically it's okay to touch
the shirt." She just cooed happily and lazily ran her hands over his chest too. Her breasts and nipples were incredibly sensitive and it even felt great to have them fondled through all that cloth. The two of them were so content like that that they both nearly fell asleep on the kitchen floor. The only thing stopping them was that Alan fought to stay awake so he could make the most of this rare opportunity to play with his mother's bounteous chest, and all of his fondling kept her up. After couple of minutes he got smart and reached under her apron so he only had two layers of clothes (her top and bra) to get through instead of three. Then, after another minute or so, he got smarter and reached up under her shirt with his hands and began kneading her breasts through just her bra. Actually, he couldn't feel that much breast since most of both of them were too squished into his chest, but he made do. Afraid to push his luck, he asked, "Is this okay too?" Seeing that Susan was letting him get away with it and had even moved on him a bit to give him better access, he reached around and unclasped her bra. Then he pulled her bra cups away enough to reach in and grasp both her naked breasts with his bare hands. The sensation of skin of skin felt so good to Susan that she sucked in her breath. Good Lord! What my boy does to me! Ron could never, ever stoke my fires like this. First he effectively takes control of my ass, now he's relentlessly taking control of my breasts. What's next? He's going to take control of his mommy's pussy! She found that thought sobering. So while she'd been letting him roll her nipples between her fingers while she was thinking for some long moments, now she said firmly, "No, that's not okay. Show me your self control and take your hands away." He reluctantly did so. Dang! I pushed my luck too far. In so doing, he passed another test, proving to her some more than he could have self control and stop when she asked him to. She made sure he understood that. "That's
a good boy. As long as we can retain self-control, then there's no reason
why we can't have fun every day. Now go take a shower, and get dressed
for dinner." "Such a naughty boy,"
she chided playfully, as she reached behind him and slapped his bare butt.
"I told you to get up already."
Her hand stayed on his butt and kneaded a buttock.
"What if Amy and Katherine came home from shopping early? What
if they walked in and saw us here on the floor in the kitchen? What
would they think if they saw that Alan's penis was lying on Mommy's
leg, only inches from her vagina? What would you do?" He began rubbing his hands on
her butt again even as she fondled his more vigorously, now with both
hands. "I'd fondle everyone's butts until they were moaning too
much to complain." He joked, "It might even come back and bite you in the ass." She laughed gaily. "I think you already have my full attention, Tiger. Looks like I'm getting yours as well." She reached for his penis but found it still flaccid. She understood that while he was fully aroused mentally, his penis could only take so much and in fact had already performed heroically for the day. She nonetheless held his penis and played with it while still lazily fondling his ass with her other hand. "I love it even when it's down for the count," she said. "I'm just so hungry for cock today! I don't ever want the fun we've had to end. I have a feeling that I'm probably going to burn in Hell for having this much fun, but dammit, I just can't help myself." She sighed. Alan said, "No you're not, Mom. You're helping me out, remember? How can that be a sin?" "I know, but anything that feels this good just has to be wrong. I'm not supposed to enjoy helping you quite so much." In a sadder voice, she bemoaned, "All those wasted years. It's like the scales have fallen from my eyes and I see what a prudish fool I've been." Before he could reply, she went on in a brighter tone, "However, Suzanne's been talking to me about so many things, and I'm feeling so horribly wicked that there's one I just have to try before you go. If this ghost is interested in assholes, there's a nurse who taught me a special trick. She's a naughty nurse, and she's made me so very naughty too. I think she needs a spanking next time I see her!" He thought, Is my mom talking about putting her finger in my ass, like Akami did? MY mom?! That's impossible, even after all the crazy stuff that's happened today. She's the queen of clean. She'd never touch someone else's asshole, no way! Susan stopped, stood up, and went to the sink. She grabbed the dishwashing liquid and covered one of her fingers in it. Then she got back down on her knees next to where he still lay. She turned him over and moved him about, pushing him into the exact position she wanted like he was a big ball of Play-Doh. He ended up on all fours with his ass in the air. "I wonder what's in this hole." She poked the finger covered with dishwashing liquid into his anus. It slid in nice and easily. "This is the little trick I saw Akami do. It looked like my son enjoyed it very much. She taught me that if someone sees an empty hole, the first thing one should do is stick something in it." Alan was amazed at how aroused he could get from what she was doing, even though he was still completely flaccid. After a while, she asked, "Does that feel good, my baby?" "So good, Mom. So good. It's like I'm having a non-orgasm orgasm. But you probably should stop or else I just might get hard again." Her frustration was
palpable - that was exactly what she was trying to achieve. "Okay, then. Unless you want to force your mother to suck your
cock yet again, please scoot your cute butt and go take a shower." She slapped
him on the butt. Then he and Susan had a surprisingly uneventful dinner that
evening with Katherine. Everything seemed shockingly normal, considering all that happened that afternoon. The
only reason Katherine might have thought something was up was because
both mother and son behaved so completely ordinarily, without any hints of
any sexuality at all. In the past few days, dinner had become an occasion
for sexual teasing. Usually it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine for
dinner, since Suzanne and Amy almost always ate back at their house. For instance, several nights earlier, Katherine came to dinner wearing some kind of exercise outfit cut like a one-piece bathing suit. But unlike most outfits of that type, he could see her nipples and bush faintly through the fabric. Susan, though, couldn't complain. She claimed that all of her clothing was being washed or dried, and came to dinner wearing nothing but underwear. The excuse was blatantly absurd as there was no way all of Susan's clothes could have fit in even several washing loads. But he didn't complain either. He was happy that her bra showed
her nipples even more clearly than Katherine's outfit did. Susan and Katherine took the opportunity to blatantly tease Alan whenever they thought the other one wasn't looking (or sometimes even if they were). For instance, if Susan got up to get another dish of food, Katherine might take the chance to pick up a phallic-shaped piece of food, like a carrot, and eat it in a seductive way. Or Susan might cup one of her breasts and
start absent-mindedly rubbing it while she carried on an ordinary discussion,
acting as if she was just scratching an ordinary itch. She figured that
after all it was all for the greater good of helping Alan reach his
six times a day target. Katherine therefore restrained herself, too. In fact, things were abnormally normal as Susan and Alan tried to behave like model citizens. Katherine was puzzled but didn't ask about it. After dinner, all three of them watched an action movie, "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." Suzanne and Amy joined them as well. They'd all seen it before but liked to watch it again anyway. Alan figured that there was
no way he could concentrate on his homework anyway, so a mindless movie
might distract him for a while. He was actually grateful it wasn't a steamy movie because his mind needed a break from such intense and seemingly nonstop lust. That left just Alan, Katherine, and Amy. Katherine, seeing that Amy was fully absorbed in the movie already, picked up a banana she had deliberately left nearby, waiting for such an occasion. She changed seats so she was sitting right next to Alan, peeled the banana, then started sucking on the tip in the most suggestive manner possible. Katherine leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I'm hurt. Don't you like my banana eating?" He whispered back, "I like it - too much! Sis, if I keep staring, things are going to get engorged down below, and that's bad. Very bad." "Bad? Why? Isn't that what you need more than anything?" "Well, yes, generally speaking, but Jesus! You have no idea what happened today! Mom, well... She kind of helped me with my problem." "Mom did?! No way!" Katherine was careful to keep even her exclamations to a whisper, lest Amy should hear. "Yeah way. She helped - again and again and again. My penis is about to fall clean off." "Wow. Well, that explains some things." Katherine sat back and thought. On one hand, she was happy, because if Susan started "helping" Alan, she would have a very hard time denying Katherine from being able to do the same without looking ridiculously hypocritical. But on the other hand, Susan was some very serious competition. The way Alan looked so wiped out all evening only increased her concern. Between Susan and Suzanne and their sultry centerfold bodies and stunning faces, Katherine decided she'd have to take drastic action soon or else get lost in the shuffle. Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Suzanne by the arm and took her into a study near the kitchen where they could speak alone. It was Susan's first chance to talk to Suzanne one on one since the big events earlier in the day. In hushed
but excited tones, she said to Suzanne, "You're so right! Giving
Alan a blowjob - it's so good!" But then she quickly corrected herself, "But that's not true. It's such an extraordinary member. Sooo big! I can barely get my lips around it. It's not like Ron's tiny thing at all. And Ron's is all veiny and crooked. Yuck. Tiger's is so smooth; it practically DEMANDS that you stoke it and suck it, over and over and over!" Suzanne was flabbergasted. She'd never imagined Susan would talk so frankly about sexual matters when she wasn't aroused. All Suzanne could manage was a nod. Susan continued breathlessly, "And watching this movie is a good idea to give his penis
a rest, but as soon as it's done, I'm gonna be sooo ready to do it again. Or should I say,
do HIM again." She giggled. Suzanne rued, If only she knew how true that is. All this secrecy with my best friend is weighing on me. But Susan continued happily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, so very, very much! You're such a good friend - I had no idea what I was missing, but you showed me the light. I can't remember when doing a good deed for someone in distress has ever been such, well, FUN!" She leaned in to Suzanne and whispered conspiratorially, "But you ARE sure that what I'm doing is not a crime or a sin, right?" Suzanne held up two fingers, like a peace sign. "Two words: remember Onan. You're saving your son from sin, because you didn't let any of his seed fall on the ground, did you?" Susan's eyes went wide with delight. "Well, a lot of it fell on my chest, and neck, and face. Actually, 'fell' is not the right word. More like cannoned or erupted. And my hands were covered as I scooped it up. And my mouth! Man alive! It seems like I swallowed gallons!" Suzanne tried not to pout. Damn. Now I'm just plain jealous. "Now let's go get those snacks before the others get restless," Susan said as she turned to take care of her task. Suzanne could barely believe what she'd just heard her friend say, from the woman who'd been so prim and proper all these years. It made her heart beat with excitement and her mind was filled with strategic thoughts as she contemplated how this could change her schemes. But outwardly she acted nonchalant. They went back to the living room for the movie. Alan got another erotic hug. He didn't get to fondle Susan's breasts, but he certainly got to feel them as she rubbed them all over him like she did with their last intense "hug." To his utter amazement, he found his penis growing erect again. He really thought he was done for the day, if not days, given how sore and tired it was, but dinner and then two hours of watching the movie allowed at least a partial recovery. Susan noticed his erection and got to work. She stripped naked and proceeded to give him
a lengthy blowjob. This time, no words were spoken for fear of Katherine overhearing, since her room was nearly directly across the hallway. However, as she was in the middle of licking his sensitive spot, Alan's pleasure turned to pain. He looked down at Susan concentrating intensely on stroking and sucking and was so overwhelmed with arousal and love that he wanted to cry. She was so into a two fisted jack off that it seemed cruel to force her to stop, but he felt he had no choice. He pushed her head away where she was licking the tip of his penis head with both his hands. "Sorry, Mom, but I can't go on." "What? Did I do something wrong. Oh no! You prefer Suzanne don't you? Tell me the truth, I can take it. Please don't give up on me! I know I'm not very good yet, but I can get better with practice. Lots and lots and LOTS of practice." Alan laughed as his erection slowly deflated. "Mom, that's so untrue that you're not good. You're doing great. I totally love what you're doing. However, I've climaxed, like, eight times today already. I mean, geez! That's like physically impossible, isn't it? I think my penis has finally had enough and just all of the sudden it started hurting. It's gonna be rubbed and sucked raw if you carry on one more minute. I'm so sorry." She frowned and pouted at first. "Oh poo. Well, that's okay, I guess. Suzanne has been explaining to me about how many times a day guys can do it. Even exceptionally virile males like you have limits. Can I just cuddle with you for a while then?" "Sure. That sounds so good. I love you so much, Mom. I love this new relationship we're forging today, too." "Me too, Son, me too." Alan suddenly felt very sleepy. All the sexual fun had tired him out, since after all he did have an energy problem. He sat up in his bed and let his mother sit on his lap, caressing his chest and hoping against hope that his penis would recover enough to go again. But at the moment, it hurt so bad that even the thought of it being touched was suddenly painful. So instead he focused on the pleasant sensation of Susan's bare skin pressing into his. Susan again thought to herself, Suzanne is so right - cocksucking really does strengthen the mother-son bond. I've never felt so close to him. Why didn't we ever hug before? Now I never want to let go. It's like we're newlyweds in love. Well, that's how I feel about it, anyway. Alan meanwhile realized that if he could just get hard,
his penis would poke up right at her pussy resting above his legs. But
he'd truly reached his limit. With his last blowjob he'd hardly cum at
all, and he wondered if, amongst other problems, his body was just plain running out of cum. Alan laughed heartily at that. Again, he marveled at her sudden joke-making abilities. She was more uninhibited and fun now, all around. She laughed too, and then continued, "This is so great. Seriously, you know I'll always be there to help you, provided you obey the boundaries I set. You've been so wonderful." She leaned in to his face and kissed him on the cheeks, nose, and forehead. He was nearly overwhelmed by the closeness and her
sweet feminine smell upon him. He kissed her back. She was severely tempted. But finally she said, "No. Please don't. We can't get romantic. She said there's no incest, no sin, no adultery, as long as there's no romantic feelings. So no kissing has to be part of the boundary we can't cross. As it is, I'm merely very enthusiastically helping you with your medical treatment. Suzanne is so right about how we have to look at this. She's right about everything. Gosh, I just can't say that enough about how right she is. What a great friend." She pulled back and stood up. She wrapped a towel around herself. Then she picked up another newly soaked pair of panties and held them with just two fingers. She smiled at him and
said, "We'll be seeing you tomorrow morning. I hope you can rise
to the occasion, if you know what I mean." She blew him a kiss
and walked out of his room. I'm never going to forget this day for as long as I live. This changes everything! |
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