CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct. 15)

Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted. For the second night in a row, she'd had strange dreams involving her son. Both nights, she dreamed that she was Akami and that it was she who jacked off and then even sucked off Alan's rod. In the dream, there was also a Susan at the appointment, and she watched this other woman, who was naked and shamelessly frigging herself.

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.

When Alan came down for breakfast, he not only saw his mother in a robe again, but saw his sister in one too. Until recently, Katherine was always so conservatively dressed around the house that he didn't even know she owned a robe. Thanks to all the clothes she'd borrowed from Suzanne, Susan had the more alluring robe of the two. It was semi-transparent if looked at in the right light. The sash across their waists holding their robes closed hung loosely on both of them.

Alan was hard even before he'd entered the dining room, just thinking of the possibilities. The reality actually exceeded his fantasies.

Susan's first reaction to Alan was one of a chastised and sorrowful woman. "Tiger, please forgive me, forgive us, for our behavior at the pool yesterday. As you can guess, I was pretty smashed, but that's no excuse. I should have remained in control. As the mother of this house, it was my responsibility to see that everyone behaved properly. I don't even remember half of what happened but I imagine I did some improper things. Rest assured that nothing like that will ever happen again."

Alan shrugged and nodded his head in agreement.

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.

Susan's robe was sleeveless, so there was great potential for a strap to fall off a shoulder and expose her chest. There was a zipper in front, but somehow, and Alan didn't see how, by the time Susan walked over to the breakfast table to serve both her children breakfast, the zipper had come undone down past her belly button. The robe was so open that just standing there one of her nipples was hanging out.

She walked as if she was in a dream, and someone else was making her move.

Alan felt sure that his hard-on was going to burst, splattering cum all over the room, just from the sight of his mother. He wondered idly if the robe would fall off altogether if both straps fell off at once.

But Katherine didn't want her mother to take all the attention. "Mom, it looks like your robe is coming undone," she pointed out.

"Oh dear, you're right! Thanks!" Susan pulled her robe closed, and went back to the kitchen. She didn't zip the front back up though, which meant it opened right back up again as soon as she took her hands away from it.

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.

Katherine now took advantage of Alan's attention on Susan by surreptitiously widening how open the top of her own robe was. Still, she was at a disadvantage compared to her mother, since all she could do was sit and eat breakfast, while Susan was actively walking around and bending over the dinner table much of the time. Additionally, the fact that Susan's robe was semi-transparent made it even harder for Katherine to compete.

So Alan would stare at his sister's chest nearby or his mother's body further off. But when Susan came back to the dining table for some reason, he would focus all of his attention on the sight of his mother bending over and swaying her boobs before his eyes.

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.

Finally both of his mother's straps did fall off at once, but she held the robe to her body by pressing her arms to her sides. The sash was undone as well. She reluctantly put the straps back into place so she could walk away without having the robe fall to her feet. She broke into a smile as she walked away, because now she was in a mental zone where her guilt turned off and she just enjoyed herself.

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!

At first, both women continued to remind the other their robes were falling open to foil the competition, but as it was hard to do that with a straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched to complaining how poorly designed the robes were.

"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.

She stood up, secretly enjoying the idea of breastfeeding her son. "Oh my," she said, looking down at her chest and putting the robe back into place. "I hope you weren't looking at my chest, because that would be terribly naughty. I don't know how to wear this robe of Suzanne's at all."

"Yeah, it's like, why do they even bother with these sashes, they're so useless," Katherine agreed, given that her chest was completely bared as well. "Looks like you need to fix yours again, Mom."

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.

Because Katherine was sitting across the table from Alan, he couldn't see what was happening below her waist. He wondered just how open her robe was down there.

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.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" Susan asked Alan in an innocent tone, trying to suppress a grin. She seemed to know what had just happened in his crotch. She closed her robe up most of the way, now that she didn't have an erection to keep hard.

"Um, yeah. It was very good," he said as blandly as he could. He was too overwhelmed to be clever.

"Well then, you'd better get up and take your shower," she said, now seemingly all business. "You've got to be out the door in fifteen minutes."

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.

Stalling for time, Alan asked, "Doesn't Katherine have to take a shower as well?"

"I suppose she does," Susan conceded reluctantly. "Katherine?"

"I already took mine," Katherine lied. "But I think it's very important that Brother take his now," she said enthusiastically as she giggled. She definitely wanted to see Alan stand up.

They still both sat there with their robes once again completely opened, both above and below their sashes.

A bolt of inspiration struck him. "Mom, I could use another muffin."

Katherine butted in. "Oh you do? So you want to stuff your mouth on a muffin, and you want your mother to give it to you. Interesting." She giggled some more.

Susan by contrast said, "Sure thing, Tiger. Really I don't understand what the big deal is about a muffin, Angel."

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.

Alan, seeing his chance, pulled his chair away, and with both hands still on his crotch, rushed past his mother still walking to the kitchen. He sped upstairs to his room.

Both women were disappointed that he'd escaped, but let it slide without comment.

Once Alan had left the kitchen, Susan turned towards Katherine and said, "Angel, a little bit of visual teasing can help Alan out with his problem. Frankly, I'm very concerned that you're helping too enthusiastically, but I suppose it can't be helped. But under no circumstances are you to touch him in any way, or have him touch you. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes mom," Katherine said submissively, bowing her head.

"Good. We have to have firm boundaries or we'll all fall into sin. Frankly, I'm surprised what's come over you!" Susan said indignantly and hypocritically.

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.

A few minutes later, in the shower, Alan began masturbating to the sexy images of his mother and sister in robes (and out of them) that were flooding his brain.

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.

CHAPTER 2

Katherine had already left for school by the time Alan was dressed and came downstairs. He grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door.

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.

Alan walked back and hugged her.

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.

Out of the blue, she said, "I meant what I said before about no touching, but hugging is different, don't you think? I mean what kind of mother wouldn't want to hug her son?"

"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 nuzzled her head into his neck and squeezed him tighter. "Have a good day at school, okay?"

"I will, Mom."

"Don't forget your mother loves you," she added, prolonging the hug still more. She rubbed her tits all over his chest as if her boobs were looking for some kind of way to get past him. Her hands meanwhile just pawed at his back over and over again, sometimes gripping into him.

"I won't." He'd been trying to keep his waist bent away from her so she wouldn't feel his rampant erection pressing up against her, but he'd slowly lost that battle. Now there was no denying it was pressing up against her stomach.

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.

"Uhhh... Not upsetting," He stammered.

She mewled with contentment.

They continued to rub. It was as if they were having an all out make out session, except they weren't actually kissing. Her hard nipples stabbed into him and her breathing grew more labored.

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?"

"Oh no!" she agreed far too loudly. "Certainly not! Don't even think it. ... We're just being very... familiar."

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.

A vision in his head appeared of the class at school he would undoubtedly be late to. Class was probably starting any minute. That made him want to hold on even longer, so he'd never have to leave this incredible world and return to the real world.

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!"

Taking advantage of her obviously increasing horniness, he dropped his hands down to her ass and freely groped at it.

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.

His courage boosted by his arousal, he finally allowed himself to stare directly into her face and not flinch. He said, boldly, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Tiger. So much." He drank in the sight of her shimmering brown eyes, so close to his. She raised herself to her full height and leaned in even closer.

Alan thought, This is it! We're going to kiss on the lips!

But he was wrong. She kissed him once, but only on the nose. Then she reluctantly pulled away and let him go.

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.

She appeared to be genuinely surprised by that, but now she played it up. "Would you look at that. I'm stark naked. How embarrassing!"

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.

Her hands lingered on the floor for a few moments while she slowly gathered the robe together.

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 was torturing him; they both knew this. Apparently she felt guilty about the torture, because she put her robe back on, and said, now blushing, "Tiger, in the future, I think it's best if we only hug when, uh, when we're both dressed a little more properly. ... It's not that there's anything wrong with a friendly hug, but... Just so people don't get the wrong impression, you know."

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.

Within minutes, Susan was in her bedroom masturbating to thoughts of what she'd done to Alan all morning and at the pool the day before.

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.

CHAPTER 3

With so many dirty thoughts and images floating through Alan's head, it was no surprise that he spaced out in school again. One thought that consumed him was the likelihood that Suzanne would come over in the morning and tell Susan every last detail about the three blowjobs she'd given him the night before. He imagined the two of them sitting around the dining room table talking, robes falling all over the place, and his mother getting so excited that she winds up surreptitiously frigging herself under the table.

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.

The second and even more consuming thought for Alan was Suzanne's comment that his mother would be giving his penis an abnormality check later on. He was dying of curiosity to find out if this was true, but he'd been too shy, and also otherwise occupied with drool-inducing views of his sister and mother, to ask her about it that morning.

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.

After his fourth period, his teacher Gloria Rhymer called him over to talk about his absent-mindedness. When everyone left, she said to him, "Alan, I'm worried about you. Your attention in my class has been bad for days; today things seem to be have taken a turn for the worse. If I didn't know what a fine and upstanding young man you are, I'd assume you're on drugs. Just what is the problem?"

"Um, I've got a lot of things on my mind," he said bashfully.

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.

As she spoke, he didn't see the real Ms. Rhymer standing in front of him; instead his head was filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked. He'd fantasized the image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last two years that it seemed etched in his brain.

"I'll bet you do," she said disapprovingly. "You know, young man, given what you told me last week, I think I can guess what your problem is."

"You can?" That forced him to focus more. Uh-oh! That can't be. She knows about me and Mom? Suzanne? Sis? What?!

"Yes, I think that you're taking some kind of medicine to boost your energy level, and it's having the side effect of boosting your sex drive."

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?"

There was no way to wiggle out of this that he could see. "No, you're not wrong. I'm so sorry. But I've never felt like this before."

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.

"Can't you just ask the doctor to cut down on the number of pills?"

"It's not a matter of pills...." There was a prolonged silence. He considered letting her in on the six times a day secret. He finally decided he would, if only because once she was on the scent, keeping a secret from her was hopeless. "Can you really, honestly, keep a secret?" He tried to focus on the problem at hand and push his fantasy out of his mind.

"Of course, Alan! You know me. You can trust me completely."

"Good, because this is really embarrassing. If people in school found out, I'd probably have to transfer, I'd be so embarrassed... I really shouldn't tell you this, so for the love of God don't tell a soul, but I figure you won't be satisfied until you figure it out, so we might as well cut to the chase. You see, the tests show I'm severely lacking in certain hormones, like testosterone. I know it sounds strange, but the best way, the natural way, to get those levels back to normal, is if I frequently achieve orgasm. That's what the doctor says."

Alan went on to explain more details of his medical diagnosis.

Ms. Rhymer let him talk without interruption. When he was all done, she asked him, "So you're telling me that you masturbate six or more times a day?"

"Um, well, not exactly. The doctor thought that much masturbation isn't healthy. He recommends that it's better if someone else can help me out. But I don't have a girlfriend. As you know, I even tried to ask Christine out, but that didn't work out so well."

"But you said 'not exactly.' So you're getting help after all, even without a girlfriend?"

Alan was really blushing now. "Um, sometimes I'm helped out in the morning before school. Or, more often, after I get back home."

Ms. Rhymer thought for a minute. To help him out in the morning and afternoon, it would have to be someone extremely close. Probably someone he's living with. Alan has a really beautiful mother and sister. Could one of them... and he...?! Naaahhhh... Get real! They're like a nineteen-fifties sitcom white bread conservative family. But what about his next door neighbor, Suzanne? She's extremely attractive, and practically lives at the Plummers' house, from what I hear. It must be her. Or maybe her daughter Amy, but then she would be Alan's girlfriend. It must be the married mother, that would explain the need for secrecy.

The teacher immediately tested out her theory. "That's very considerate of Mrs. Pestridge to help you out like that."

"Yeah, well, she's very... Hey! Wait a minute! How did you... You tricked me!"

"Sorry about that, but you know that 'I always get my man' when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge. But frankly, I'm surprised at you. Suzanne - she's practically like a member of your family. She even usually somehow has an excuse to 'tag along' with your mother to your parent teacher conferences with me."

"I know! I know! But I can't help it. She did all the initiating. And she was practically forced to, because of the situation. After a week and the thing with Christine, I'd given up on the treatment, and she was the one that inspired me to keep going."

"Just how does she inspire you?" Ms. Rhymer was increasingly amazed at the subject of this discussion. Aren't I crossing a line, in talking to a student about this? Her conscience momentarily nagged her, but curiosity - and more than a little sexual desire - drove her on.

Alan shuffled his feet before the desk of his teacher. "Ahhh... She stimulates my... er, private member... with her hands, and, uh, other things. ... Her mouth, if you must know... But she doesn't go any further than that! That wouldn't be right! She hasn't even kissed me!" He couldn't look his teacher in the eye and literally wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

"Hmm. Interesting. I'm not going to make any moral judgments. It seems like she's trying to help you out, and that should be commended. But what does any of this have to do with your problems in my class? If you're not taking any pills, then your libido, your sexual level, is just the same as always, right?"

"Yes, but I keep having all these thoughts. Suzanne has been very... I don't know how to put it... suggestive, I guess. Sexually suggestive. She's so sexy, it's incredible! So now all I can do is think about sex!"

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!

"I can see your problem. Suzanne is an incredibly beautiful woman, there's no question about it. So you walk around in a daze all day, thinking about nothing but sex?"

"Well, no. I've been getting relief, like, a lot. And then I'm okay, afterwards. For a while. It's weird: I haven't been doing this treatment for very long, but once you start getting relief so often it's like your body comes to expect it. But half the day I'm at school, and I can't get any relief at all. So the frustration builds up. And your class is the worst."

"My class? Why my class?"

Alan realized he'd stuck his foot in his mouth yet again. Her class was the worst because he would get hard just in anticipation of the class coming up. And then he'd see Ms. Rhymer in person and it would get even worse.

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.

"Um, it just is," Alan finally responded. He was already about as red and embarrassed as he thought he could get, but he got several shades redder. "Uh, maybe because... it's just before lunch..." he added, completely unconvincingly.

Ms. Rhymer realized she was just about to kill him with shame with this line of questioning. "All right, Alan. Thank you very much for your honesty, young man. Let me think about this for a while. I don't want you failing all of your classes. I'll try to think of some kind of solution. And I won't tell anyone under any circumstance - not your mother, Suzanne, or anyone else. I know I can be a gossip sometimes, but I swear my silence. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"

"Thanks. You're cool."

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?

CHAPTER 4

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check Akami said needed to be done today. In a burst of resolve while Alan was at school, Susan called Suzanne for advice on what to do about it. She hoped Suzanne could come up with a solution to get her out of having to do it.

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.

Suzanne was doing everything she could to weaken Susan's resolve. She'd already even called Akami and convinced her to decline Susan's suggestion that Akami could be paid to do the check. And contrary to what she told Alan the night before, Suzanne was the one who arranged that Katherine, Amy, and she would all be gone for the whole afternoon later that day. She made sure Susan knew that, to further box her in.

Now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail.

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.

Suzanne was also masturbating herself, but with more self control, as she continued to goad her best friend over the phone. As time went on, she spoke less about her actions with Alan and began focusing more on Susan doing things to him. For instance, she asked, "You know the other day how I called myself Alan's favorite cocksucker?"

"Yeah?" Susan answered between pants.

"Well, I'd better enjoy that title while I still can, because as soon as you wrap your mouth around his hot, meaty stick, he's going to love it! You're gonna give me a good run for my money as we take turns licking all of his love juices out of him. Can you imagine that, you and I, taking turns on his licking stick?"

"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."

"You think so?" Susan asked hesitantly and breathlessly.

"Oh yeah."

"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."

"Oh my God!"

"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?!"

"She'd probably be jealous," Suzanne teased.

"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?"

Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm. But when she turned to him she had a very strange look in her eyes. "Suzanne's busy today. I don't think you'll see her until tomorrow. And your sister and Amy have gone shopping. I think it's just you and me. All afternoon."

"Oh." Alan gulped and his throat went dry.

Susan had stopped with the laundry and sat down on her double bed. She was dressed in her ordinary housecleaning clothes, except that Alan figured she wouldn't be wearing any bras or panties since Suzanne had "forced" her to stop wearing them (not to mention the fact that her nipples were so hard it seemed like they could be seen from miles away). But her appearing casual was feigned. In fact, she'd spent over half an hour just considering which type of perfume to wear (she picked a strawberry scent, knowing it was one of his favorite foods).

She asked him, "Do you know what day it is, Alan?"

"It's Tuesday."

"That's right. And do you know what's special about Tuesday?"

"Uh, it comes right after Monday?" he lamely tried to joke. He could see exactly where she was going with this, and realized that Suzanne was completely correct about everything.

She'd rehearsed this next bit, so it came out quickly. "What's special about this Tuesday, if you'll remember, is that it's the day your nurse said you need to have your private member checked for abnormalities. Every week. And since you say Suzanne doesn't have great vision, it's left up to me."

"Oh." There was a big pause from Alan. "Well." His nervousness doubled, and then doubled again. He felt faint. But somehow he went past his fear into an acceptance of the inevitable, and calmed down enough to go on.

"Do you mind, Tiger? If you mind, we don't have to do it. You seem very nervous. Does the thought of your own mother.... massaging... your, uh, private member; does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah, it kind of does. Because, I mean, you're my mom, right? But Suzanne has been talking to me about boundaries, and being dispassionate. If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is for the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?"

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.

"That's right, Tiger. It's vital we both have the right mental attitude, or we shouldn't do this. But since you do, is it okay if we begin?"

"What, here? Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape route.

"I'll admit I'm nervous too. So we might as well get it over with, don't you think?"

Another gulp. "Yeah." He was amazed that she wasn't trembling like he was, but he didn't know she'd entered a zone where her superego mostly shut down and her id was free to run wild.

"Good," she said with more determination. Alan was standing and she was sitting on the bed, but she got up and motioned that he should sit down by her.

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.

Her eyes darted to his crotch. She had a hard time not licking her lips and she saw the great surge in his shorts. Suzanne's hour-long description of sucking and stroking hard erections was at the forefront of her thoughts.

"Um, yeah, if you think so." He didn't want to appear too eager, again for fear of scaring her.

"I think that would be best," she said softly, as she began unbuttoning her shirt. "I think that would be very nice, in fact," she continued, mostly to herself.

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.

She unbuttoned the buttons on her red blouse one by one. She was taking her time, drawing it out. Good gracious, what's wrong with me? I'm getting NAKED for my SON! I don't care what Suzanne says, this just has to be wrong. Some sort of demon must be taking control of me, because I feel terribly naughty and I don't care. He's so hard and hungry for me and I love it!

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?"

Just agree with the questioner, Alan thought. "No," he squeaked out.

"All right." She got down on her knees in front of him. "If you don't mind, I'll undress you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his underwear. Strangely, she kept his shirt on.

Alan noticed she now had a look of great hunger and anticipation in her eyes, but it was mixed with a look of anguish.

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!

Now Alan sat there dressed in nothing but his T-shirt, looking at his mother dressed only in her panties. Please. Please. Dear Lord, don't have her stop now! Please, do it, Mom! Do it!

Without saying anything more, she reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis for the first time.

She was panting heavily now, and so was he. Her massive boobs heaved like two rocking ships on a stormy ocean. She just held his penis for a minute, doing nothing more. She tried to calm her breath, but it was ragged and growing more ragged all the time. She felt light headed and wondered if she would faint if she couldn't bring her breathing under control.

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.

She was curious about the special spot below the penis head that Suzanne had told her about (the fact that she needed to be told was an indication of just how little she'd touched her husband's erection with her hands over the years). She found herself repeatedly probing that spot with her fingertips. Soon, she was all but tickling it as she ran her fingertips back and forth.

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.

Meanwhile, her other hand began working at the tip, slowly massaging it. She soon got over the initial awkwardness, and both of them began to grow more comfortable, especially once she found a rubbing rhythm.

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."

They continued in silence. Alan's erection was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, so the only sound in the room was their combined panting and the squish, squish, squish of her hands sliding around his slick shaft.

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.

"Mom, watch out - I can't hold on!" he said, but it was already too late. "I'm going to do it!" he yelled.

She looked up briefly in surprise, and then closed her eyes. She was high on lust, more than she cared to admit.

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.

He cried out a deep guttural moan.

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!

Susan though took longer to recover. She just stared at Alan in stunned silence for a minute or more. Cum covered her face and chest, mostly on the face.

As her mind started to function better, she thought, Wow. That was REALLY strange. But not bad. In fact, I kind of liked it. I wonder why my hubby never insisted that I do this to him. Or did he and I was too hung up, with my religious restrictions to agree? But Ron could never cum that much with his little pecker. My son though, he just keep shooting and shooting and shooting! He must have been really excited. And I made him that way. That makes me feel good!

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?"

"I'm more than okay, Mom. You made me feel fantastic." The sight of his cum-covered busty mother was such a turn on to him that he never really lost his hardness. He was ready to go again nearly instantly.

Only then did she seem to notice all of the cum on her skin. Look at me. I'm covered in this ... white goo. Oooh. Gross! She asked no one in particular, "Oh my. What are we going to do with all of this sticky stuff?"

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."

Some of his cum had landed on her lower lip. She waited until Alan was looking elsewhere (which wasn't hard to do since his eyes were plastered on her chest and all points further down). Then she quickly sucked it into her mouth with her tongue.

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 scooped up even more cum from her chest, smearing her fingers with cum. Then she sucked up another big gob with a loud and nearly orgasmic "Mmmm!"

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.

"I have no idea what to do with all this stuff," she said to him. "Is this much ... discharge ... normal? Suzanne said that I should eat it all up because, uh, otherwise..."

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.

The sight of Susan devouring his cum with such obvious enjoyment and lust again made Alan giddy to the point of nearly passing out. Even so, he was very deliberately not touching his new erection. In fact, he was so turned on that he worried about premature ejaculation already. Dang! I really need to work on my PC muscle exercises so I won't embarrass myself. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming as best he could.

Finally, Susan ran out of his cum and ended up looking surprisingly clean as a result. She immediately focused her attention on the "source" for more. Using a voice dripping with lust, she said, "Oh, but look at you. Goodness! You're hard again. I forgot to slow down, and got you off too quickly. I'm afraid I forgot to finish our examination. We may just have to do it all over again."

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.

"No, it's my fault!" Alan interjected. "I just couldn't hold out. ... You're just too damn sexy! Mom, you're so beautiful. You're too much. It's just amazing. And the way you did the, uh, abnormality check, well... Wow."

"No, you're just saying that," she said dismissively, but secretly she was more pleased by these compliments than she'd been by any other in years. "And you must think your mother is weird, tasting your, uh, discharge, but I don't know what else to do with it. I mean, this is a damn awkward situation, but... Is this okay? Are you sure we should continue?" There was anticipation in her voice.

"Yeah, it's okay," he replied. "It's way more than okay."

Susan gave a great and very audible sigh of relief.

CHAPTER 7

"We'll have to do this at least once a week," Susan said excitedly as she grabbed her son's erection again. "Maybe more!" She frowned, and then asked with complete seriousness, "Could you ask Akami if maybe sometimes more than one abnormality check a week is necessary? You can't be too careful."

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