![]() 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 inadequat |