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 inadequate, especially knowing how talented our next door neighbor ‘Jessica Rabbit' is at it. I really want to be good at these handjobs, but I just don't know what to do."

"Mom, don't talk like that, or I'm going to lose it already. And slow down or stop rubbing from time to time, if you want me to hold out longer. I'm hoping we can practice for a long time."

She grinned. "Me too." She began going more slowly. Mmmm. It's so warm. I know I'm going to be damned to Hell for this, but I have to admit that it's such a pleasure just to hold it. I almost wish that guys didn't have their orgasms, just so I could hold it and stroke it forever. But what did Suzanne say? "Don't just stroke it, love it." Suzanne gives the BEST advice. Tiger, I love you baby! And I love holding your co- ... uh, member.

A minute or so later, she asked, "How is this, Tiger? Do you like this? Is this what Suzanne does?"

Alan suggested, "It's beyond great. But if you put your whole body into it, then your chest shakes in the most delightful way in time with the stroking and I absolutely love that." Wondering if he'd pushed too far, he added, "You know, visual stimulation and all that, it, uh, helps with my cure."

Susan seemed to like that idea too. She sat forward with her chest thrust out while he sat right at the edge of her bed. She immediately began stroking in a way that caused her upper arms to move, not just her lower arms. That in turn set her rack lightly jiggling. "Is that good? Is that how Suzanne does it?"

Alan went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Suzanne... Um... You don't have to do exactly what she does. I'm sure you can be just as good as her, in your own style. Just watch my face and hear my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard thing to think of an encouraging answer to, especially while he was being stroked so pleasurably. But he seemed to say exactly the right thing.

Susan had definitely found her cock-stroking rhythm. Her hands pistoned up and down over his pre-cum soaked shaft ever more excitedly with each passing minute. All thoughts of eventually resuming the abnormality check were completely forgotten. Sometimes she used both hands on it, and sometimes she dropped a hand to her sopping wet panties to touch her clit there. She was on fire.

"Oh, yes, Tiger! Practice! We need more practice! A lot of practice. A lot... So much practice!" She said this between heavy breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement. Once again her chest heaved and bounced in ways that caused as much excitement for Alan as what her hands were doing.

She continued to stroke him with gusto, but she began to pay attention to his reaction more and vary her techniques to test what worked best. With his first climax she was uncontrollably excited and stroking madly and passionately. But now took her time a bit more this time around, exploring every inch with slower movements, to better prolong his joy. She tried to remember some of the practical tips Suzanne had mentioned during their many recent handjob discussions. Occasionally she asked him if he liked this or that technique, but his answers weren't that helpful since he loved everything.

That is, until he groaned particularly loudly with undisguised lust.

"What is it? What did I do?"

He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis head where your fingers are pressing right now? That's the most sensitive spot. When you stroke me there like you were just doing, I practically see stars."

'Oh reeeeeally?!" She was all smiles. She remembered how much importance Suzanne had given to that spot. At least one of her hands always seemed to be focusing there from then on.

Time moved forward like a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. It was like he was been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate plane where nothing existed but pleasure and arousal. His eyes were glassy and his face was filled with a great mindless grin.

Suddenly he came to, and found himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He was enjoying himself so much that he forgot to struggle to delay the climax.

Susan had enjoyed his climax the first time, but she'd been more shocked than anything. This time, she could fully appreciate the experience. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot toward her face and chest. Before, she was a bit afraid of the "gross" cum, but now she treated it like manna from Heaven. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward to make sure all the cum hit her.

Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and realized she must be climaxing too.

As each rope began to fly shorter distances, she shook his erection more vigorously, coaxing out more and more until it dripped and then stopped altogether. Then she fell back onto the floor, emotionally and mentally overcome.

For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan may have enjoyed the experience as much or even more than he did, which was saying quite a lot.

"Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said, as she slowly writhed about on the floor. "You just about covered me in cum! God, it's SO HOT! Mommy loves it! Mommy needs MORE CUM!"

She was still in the throes of an extraordinary orgasm. Whenever she had sex with her husband she rarely had any orgasms at all, but now she was having a whole series. It kept going long after she stopped touching Alan.

Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally buckled from the intensity of it all, like an animal that continued to twitch long after it was dead. She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think I was married all these years and I never knew.

Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only heightened. She was like a drug addict who just had the world's greatest high, and was now ready to do anything for more. She took one hand and began rubbing the cum into the skin of her chest. "It feels soooo good!"

Suddenly the thought occurred to her, We never did quite finish that abnormality check, did we? I guess we'll just have to do it all over again later, heh-heh!

With her other hand she began rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Then she pushed her panties aside, and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping pussy. She knew masturbating in front of Alan was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of the abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself.

However, her pussy was sensitive from the recent climax. She had to stop and let her body recover. Her panties more or less fell back into place.

Alan was disappointed by that, since he hadn't been able to get a clear view of her pussy in the short while she was playing with it. But he too was in recovery mode and in no mood to complain about anything at all, given the incredible experience he'd just had.

"Look at me, Tiger," she said as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum sooooo much. It's just too much. What am I supposed to do with all this cum?"

Alan surprised himself by saying in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Why, Mom, I think you're going to eat it."

"Oh Tiger, that's so nasty! You're just such a nasty, cum-filled boy. Is that an order?"

Despite his sexual inexperience, he could tell what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Yes it is. Mom, I want you to eat up all my cum. Every last bit."

She loved being ordered what to do (though she didn't consciously know that yet) and chills of excitement ran up and down her spine. "Oh my! What a naughty boy! I guess if that's what you want, I'll have to do it. The only thing is..." - she paused as she sucked a cum gob off of a finger - "I kind of like having it on my skin, too. It's like you're... marking me. ... Claiming me, even." She ate more cum. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!"

Alan looked at her. The sight of her rocking gently back and forth on the floor to some unheard rhythm while eagerly finding and eating his cum was blowing his mind. Even though he'd just cum twice in a short period of time, he was a bit surprised his penis didn't lurch back into action yet again, because every thing she did was just too arousing to take. Mom is just such a sexual dynamo! Who would have ever figured?!

Being "ordered" to clean up his cum took her to even greater heights of excitement, even though she'd all but told him to order her to do it. She simply couldn't help her urges and resumed frigging her pussy despite a lingering sensitivity there. At the same time, it appeared that her other hand was out of control, running through his jism and scooping it up to consume it as fast as she could instead of savoring the taste. While she did all this, she apologized profusely and sincerely, "Oh no! Forgive me! I'm so sorry, Tiger. Please don't look, but I just can't control my hands! I'm too worked up! So improper! Oh my God! So very... Yes!"

Somehow she managed to continue her search for cum even as her body bucked even more wildly.

Alan ignored her feeble request to not look at her, because her eyes told him a different story. He thought, I've seen a lot of sexy things in the past few weeks, but this is the most out of control sexy thing I've ever seen! Just look at my mom, my so-called prudish mom. She's writhing on the floor with gobs of my cum all over her face and smeared all over her massive tits. But that's not all! She's got a hand under her panties and plunging into the depths of her pussy while her legs buck and kick in the air. It's like she's being royally fucked by an invisible man!

CHAPTER 8

Alan looked down at himself. His weary penis had been flaccid seconds before, but now it was hard as a diamond. This is insane! he thought. I'm sorry mom, but I have to fuck you right here and now! I don't care if this is called motherfucking; I don't care about anything anymore but fucking! You're begging for it! I'm going to give it to you!

He stood up. His erection was pointing towards his mother and seemed to have a will of its own. It was honing in on her pussy as she writhed on the floor. He got down on his knees and began moving in and over her. He had a very depraved look in his eyes.

She suddenly looked up at him, and seemed to quickly sober up. "Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!" She could tell he intended to fuck her and realized she had to do something fast to stop him.

She lunged forward as if she was attacking him. Her mouth aimed for his penis, and she took it into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed. The remaining gobs of cum on her flew in every direction.

Alan hit the floor on his butt, and then his back hit the side of the bed. His mother still had her mouth wrapped around his penis. He was somewhat surprised she had managed not to bite or hurt it as he fell.

As they both adjusted and recovered, she thought, Oh my God! I have my son's member in my mouth! Actually, I should call it a cock now because I'm cocksucking! I'm a naughty cocksucking mommy, heh-heh! It feels so GOOD! So THICK and BIG! I can barely stretch my lips around it.

She placed her hands on his knees and immediately began sucking vigorously. It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, and at first she repeatedly gagged. But after a few attempts she learned not to try and take so much in at once.

Alan grabbed her by her long hair, and yelled, "Yes! Yes! Suck it! Like that! Keep sucking!"

With one hand he reached down and tried to grasp her boobs, which were now swinging wildly backwards and forwards. But he was moving and so was she, and he couldn't think, so all he could manage were some rough gropes.

Susan didn't like that though, fearing sexual escalation again. She put her hands on his legs and managed to slowly push him further away from the edge of the bed. That allowed her breasts to mush up against the bed so he didn't have so much to grope.

Alan accepted the new position easily. While it would have been nice to grope at the breasts he'd secretly wondered about for years, he was so far gone with pleasure that he could hardly mind anything, much less think clearly.

Susan quickly learned that a good technique was to suck deep and then pull almost all the way off, and repeat, in an imitation of fucking (even though her definition of deep at this point wasn't very deep at all). Normally this would have set Alan off quickly, but since he had just cum twice in the last half hour, he found that he could keep going and going.

Susan's whole body began wildly bucking again as she was wracked by more orgasms. She pulled her mouth off of his penis and began jacking it off instead. For one thing, her jaw had grown tired surprisingly quickly, and for another she was eager to talk to him.

"Tiger, Mommy is a real cocksucker now! What do you think of that?"

"Oh Mom!" Alan was beyond speaking. There were no words to convey his joy.

"It's so good! It's just like Suzanne said it would be. Better, even!"

Her whole body bounced up and down like a pogo stick in time to her stroking. She sat on her legs, and slid one foot between her legs and tried to press her pussy down onto it. As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction using her heel to rub against her pussy.

Meanwhile, her hands flew back and forth over his turgid penis. Both mother and son were truly beyond coherent speech now, and they just screamed and moaned incoherently.

Finally, with the loudest groan yet, Alan began to shoot his seed.

Susan rapidly put her mouth back over his erection and prepared to drink it all in. But her inexperience showed again, and most of it dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.

Both of them finally fell to the floor.

Alan almost passed out on the spot, he was so spent, but he managed to stay conscious. He again looked at his mother. Now most of three loads had landed on her face and chest, minus all the gobs she'd eaten or directly swallowed.

She was rubbing his hot sperm all over her face, working it into the skin. Then she took her cum-soaked hands and rubbed the rest of her body, writhing like an exotic dancer.

"Oh!" she cried. "Son! My special son. You've covered me! Covered me in cum! So good!" Her body buckled and he wondered if she'd cum yet again. But eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.

They lay in silence for a few minutes. The only sound was their heavy breathing - it was as if both of them had just run a race.

The only thought going through Alan's mind was how long it would take his penis to recover its strength, so he could give his mother the proper fucking she so richly deserved. Looking at her boobs heave up and down with every heavy breath, he figured it wouldn't be long before he was hard again and he would be inside her.

But then she spoke up. She spoke calmly, if a bit raggedly. "Tiger, I enjoyed that," - that was a gross understatement, they both knew - "but it wasn't exactly what I expected would happen here. To say the least! Remember. You have to remember, we have to have limits. Just like you have with Suzanne. If I didn't know better, I thought for a moment there you were going to cross a line. We can't have that, can we?"

When he didn't answer, she answered for him. "No! We can't!"

She sat up and looked at him. Somehow her panties were still on, even though they were completely soaked. Both of them were drenched in sweat. "Do you understand me? Do you have the willpower to maintain limits?" She seemed very serious.

Alan suddenly felt very abashed. His passion was rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with hiding his true feelings. "Yes, mom, I would never think of such a thing."

Neither would even state what that thing was, but both knew they were talking about fucking. Mother fucking.

She was still worried. "You weren't planning to..." She couldn't say the words.

"No mom, of course not. Really. I don't know what I was doing; I just wanted more. But not that. Never!"

His lies apparently convinced her.

"Good." She was happy now. "If you realize and respect your boundaries, then there's no reason why we can't do this kind of thing more often. You have to remain detached, and remember that this is just a medical procedure."

Alan nearly laughed at that, until he realized she was serious.

"Tiger, as long as you have to ejaculate, there's no reason why we can't have some fun in the process, right? I know you and Suzanne have fun. God, how I know that. She tells me every last detail. But I don't want you to even think about crossing the line. Do I make myself clear? For instance, you shouldn't have tried to grope at my breasts. Suzanne should have taught you that that is off limits. Didn't she teach you that?"

"Yes, she did," he replied, though he recalled that that particular boundary and quite a few others were already being heavily violated when he was with Suzanne.

But he thought, I still don't understand why I can't touch or kiss, even as I'm getting my cock sucked! Talk about strange rules. But then he remembered, Well, I suppose the whole point is for me to ejaculate. Cocksucking helps that a lot more than kissing or tit fondling would, so it makes sense it a weird kind of way.

"Good," Susan said. "That's a good dear. Now let's get things cleaned up here. I'm sorry. I got carried away and got you too excited. I will, we will, do better next time. And look: it seems your mommy has made a mess on the carpet. A very big mess!"

It had been years since she'd referred to herself as "Mommy" but some part of her was still feeling very naughty and she liked how it sounded. Also, Suzanne had been calling her that some in their more excited conversations and she discovered it turned her on.

The two of them started cleaning their mixed fluids that had spilled onto the floor (in fact, they were almost all from Susan's leaky pussy). Slowly, their raging urges came under control, even though Alan still only wore a shirt and Susan just her soaked panties.

Susan grabbed herself at the crotch when Alan wasn't looking and swished her panties around. Her sticky juices made lewd squishing sounds, but she found it delightful. She'd never been so wet in her life. She touched her clit and nearly screamed because it felt so good.

Alan got some damp towels and began rubbing the carpet with them while Susan began changing the bedspread, since a lot of his cum had dripped onto it. They even found bits of cum that had shot many feet across the room.

After a while, Susan asked Alan in a much more subdued mood, "Tiger, do you think that what we did was okay? Are you sure that this is... okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. We just have to maintain those boundaries. After a while we'll become more used to this, and with routine it will be easier to maintain those limits." He fervently hoped that wasn't true, but didn't know what else to say.

"You're probably right, Tiger." She sighed, very serious. "I wonder if I'm being a good mom. The way you looked at me right before I sucked you... Tiger, you looked like a real Tiger! You scared me! Promise me you won't ever do that again. I don't know how strong my willpower can be. I'm not as strong as Suzanne. Promise me that you will be strong for me, and that you will never, ever cross the lines I've set. Do you promise, with all of your heart?"

Alan seriously thought about it and said, "Yes. Of course I promise. I would never want to hurt you." He took this kind of promise very seriously. He'd never broken such promises to his mother. But on the other hand, after all that had happened he wanted nothing more in the world than to fuck her. He wanted it even more than fucking Suzanne.

So he mentally searched for a loophole. "But like yesterday, you had me put suntan lotion on you, even though I'm not supposed to touch you. What if something like that happens?"

"Of course, Tiger, in a situation like that, if I say it's okay, then it's okay. But don't do anything otherwise, okay? Not even in your thoughts, if you can help it."

"Okay." He'd found his loophole. She's not saying that I can't go further or even fuck her, but that she has to give permission first. That's only fair. I'm not a bad person; I'm not a rapist. I swear to myself I'll never violate that rule and do something against her will.

They finished cleaning up.

The whole time they cleaned, Susan was still wearing nothing but her panties.

Alan grew increasingly distracted by her jiggling boobs the more he recovered from the previous orgasm.

She seemed to take her sweet time cleaning up, and purposely shook her rack as she rubbed the carpet with a damp towel. Now that she'd gotten started, all she wanted to do was make her son hard and then drain him dry.

As they finished up, Susan pulled her panties down a bit, and said, "Look, they're still wet!"

Alan drew close to ostensibly check out the wetness of the panties, though many other sights on her body caught his interest. Once he stopped looking at her exposed bush and pussy, he noticed that, sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected in her absolutely soaked panties. He took a deep whiff of her musky pussy, and noted from mere inches away that it was still very actively leaking. He watched a rivulet drip down her thigh.

She bemoaned her soiled panties as she pulled them the rest of the way off. "Oh dear. So sorry for making this mess, Son. It was very improper of me. I guess I'll have to go put these in the washer."

She tossed them away and stood there in her naked glory. Yes! This is how I should be all the time: naked for my son! I don't know why, but it just feels so good, like I BELONG like this forever! The only thing better would be naked and with his fat stiffy in my mouth. Oh dear. Susan, get a hold of yourself!

She looked at his crotch. He still was only wearing a T-shirt, and had to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep a newly raging hard-on pushed up under his shirt towards his stomach.

She added huskily as she pointed between his legs, "That is, unless you need some more help down there."

Alan realized with a start that her cleaning in the nude and the display of her panties was a calculated ploy to get him hard and ready again. But he was tired; so tired that he was afraid of a complete collapse. "Thanks mom, I'd love that, but I gotta take a nap first. We should do that first thing when I wake up."

She hugged him and tenderly kissed the top of his head. As she'd recently grown so fond of doing, she delighted in rubbing her hard nipples in circles around his chest.

Again, Alan, felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss her and grope her wildly. He wished his dwindling erection could be maintained, but due too his tiredness it could only take so much excitement.

She said as their bodies stayed pressed together, "Thank you for your willpower, my big strong son. Mommy loves her Tiger so much." She kissed the top of his head again, and held him some more, but this time it was more of a tender hug than an overwhelming erotic assault hug.

Alan retired to his bed. He immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep.

CHAPTER 9

When Alan woke up, in a flash he remembered what had just happened between him and his mother. His penis instantly grew erect and he was overcome with extreme horniness. He felt the need to share another climax with Susan without any further ado. He began stroking his penis beneath the sheets of his bed.

He heard a soft feminine voice say the word "Tiger," and imagined it was his own imagination, a fantasy of his mother calling for him out loud as he fucked her. But then he heard it again, and realized it was actually coming from somewhere in his room. He opened his eyes in shock and fear, let go of his growing erection like it was a hot stove, and looked around.

There was his mother, sitting on a chair right next to his bed. She was smiling at him patiently. She'd apparently taken a shower, because she looked clean and smelled fresh, with a faint peach scent this time. She wore an oversized T-shirt that was literally only the thinnest pretext of wearing any clothes at all. She wasn't wearing anything below the waist except for a pair of panties.

Alan could see her dark and hard nipples clearly though the white shirt. His fear dissolved into lust as he saw how horny she was.

She said jokingly, "Tiger, you did say you needed help as soon as you woke up."

His mind boggled as he struggled to wake. Though his penis was already erect, now it grew so stiff it created a large lump in his bed sheets.

Susan stared at the lump, and then back up at his face. "Tiger," she said in a more somber tone, "were you serious, what you said about maintaining self-control? Were you serious about your promise?"

"Of course, Mom. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"Well, then, why were you doing that to yourself? Are you planning to spill your seed upon the ground?"

Alan asked, "I keep hearing that phrase. The words are so weirdly formal, like they're from the Bible or something. What do they mean?"

"They ARE from the Bible. Didn't Suzanne tell you? That's the story of Onan. He spilled his seed upon the ground and God got so mad at him that he struck him dead with a lightning bolt. That's why you should always try to cum on a woman's skin, to avoid sinning. In a way, what we were doing earlier is blessed by the Lord."

Alan just nodded, but he thought to himself, That wasn't in any Bible that I ever read! But hey, if it works for Mom, I sure am not going to discourage her about it. Maybe it's in some of those boring Old Testament parts I never read.

She smiled. "Don't you think it would be better if I helped you out instead of having you do it yourself?" She pulled his sheets back, letting his erection spring straight up into the air.

Alan smiled too. "Mom, I would love it so much if you did it for me."

She pulled the T-shirt off of her head, which set her knockers jiggling. She knelt at the edge of his bed. "Scoot over," she commanded. "I think I need more practice with my blowjobs. Practice is important. We may just have to practice this every day from now on."

He replied, "Um, I'd absolutely love that, but you can't possibly want to touch me. You just showered but I'm all gross and sweaty."

"Nonsense. That just makes you smell more manly. Today, this afternoon in fact, I finally realized just what a MAN you are and I love it."

Alan could hardly argue with such eagerness. He rolled his body over to the edge of the bed.

She took his penis in her hand, and caressed it gently. Then she placed it against the side of her face and caressed it some more between her hand and her cheek.

"I'm so lucky to have a wonderful son with such a lovely penis. Suzanne is so right. It's so much fun to make a REAL penis happy."

Alan asked, "The way you're saying that, are you implying father doesn't have a real penis?"

She grimaced. "Oh please. Don't mention him and ruin my mood. Let's just say you're a real man, and real men know how to use a penis to pleasure a woman. Actually, I should call it what it is: a cock. I love how nasty that sounds. Such a big cock! And your cum is so yummy! Mmmm! Your SPERM! That sounds so nasty. I think your energy problem is the best thing that ever happened in the Plummer household, don't you?"

"Mmmm-hmm," he replied languidly. "And I'm lucky to have the hottest, sexiest, bustiest, most beautiful mother in all of California. The entire the world, probably! And I'm really lucky we've found a way to do this without fu- ... Uh, without going too far."

"That you are. But what about Suzanne, Son? Don't you think she's hot too? I think she is. And isn't she just as helpful? I get hot just thinking about her sucking your tasty cock, and I've been thinking of that so much lately. I imagine her pale body all naked and on her knees between your legs, those big tits of hers dangling down and swaying as she sucks you off. Tell me, have you hosed down her face and chest with your cum yet?"

"Well, 'hosed down' might be overstating it, but yeah, I've done that."

"Oh God! So hot! I wish I could see her big breasts all covered in your potent seed. It's almost as good as if I was doing it myself."

Alan asked, "So you find her large breasts arousing?"

Susan considered that before answering. "Not exactly. It just makes me so happy knowing that your cock is getting sucked by someone. And I know how you're a breast man so it makes me extra happy to know that someone so well endowed, talented, and all around sexy is helping you. My son is the best and deserves nothing but the very best."

She'd been lovingly caressing his erection but now she began stroking it vigorously. "Helping you with this. Mmmm. My big son's special cock. I think it needs to be sucked and stroked a lot, you know, for your treatment," - as she said this she suddenly remembered there was a medical excuse behind all this - "and I can't always be there for you. Maybe sometime when she does it I could watch, to pick up some tips? Now that you've started me cock stroking and cocksucking, I want to do it the best I possibly can."

"Yes!" Having his mother heartily approve of Suzanne helping him turned him on even more. "I have the help of the two most all around amazing mothers in the world!"

"Tiger, I would love to hear you say more nice things, but instead of talking, I'd rather be sucking your cock again. So help me God." She wrapped her mouth around his stiffness and began slurping.

He arched his back backwards and his mind reeled. She's talking with such a sexy and dirty mouth! And the things she DOES with her mouth. Oh shit, like what she's doing with her tongue right there. Yow! Who is this vixen and what did she do with my conservative mom? Seriously. Today has been insane!

She abruptly stopped just as Alan was hitting an erotic high. Sitting back up, she asked him, "Since you promise to be so good, do you mind if I... I feel so embarrassed to say this, but I'd like to, to... put my hands down there. You know, on my most private place." She didn't want to ask him that, but she had to follow her urges. (In fact, she'd done it some earlier, but she didn't think he'd noticed.)

Alan responded, "Well Mom, I think it's a given that I'm going to shoot my cum all over your beautiful body."

"Yes. And?" She'd resumed jacking him off because she needed her mouth to talk until the conversation was over.

"Well, we got lucky before and none of my cum got on your panties, but I think you should take them off just to be safe, don't you?"

She gave him a naughty grin. "What an excellent idea. There's no telling where your sperm gun is gonna shoot me next." The concern of his getting her panties wet was absurd because it was already soaked from her own juices, even though she'd put on a new pair while he was sleeping. But she liked having fig-leaf excuses. She immediately pulled her panties down her legs and threw them across the room. All the while, she kept a hand stroking on his erection.

She looked at his bugged out eyes staring at her bush and grew a bit concerned. "Son, you're not thinking of you-know-what, just because your big busty mommy is totally nude and jacking your hard cock?"

He answered, "I promise I'll be good, and you know I keep my promises. But can't I look? You look so sexy down there."

"Nonsense. It's a big hairy mess. You don't want to look there." But even as she said this, she was grinning madly and spreading her legs a little more to give him a better look.

Alan noticed that her pussy and bush looked nearly exactly the same as Suzanne's. Maybe Suzanne's clit was a little bigger and her lips were a little pinker, but that was about it. The hair color was exactly the same. Both bushes were thick and full, but nicely trimmed. Dammit, one day I just know I'm gonna get to know that secret place. I just know it.

He suggested as he nodded at her pussy, "Don't be afraid. Touch it. I wanna see you play with it."

"Well, okay... But really, I feel a little guilty. Suzanne says that it's no sin for women to masturbate, but deep down it feels wrong. I'm so used to thinking it was a sin, you know? In the Book of John, it was said that-"

Before she could get started quoting scripture, Alan interrupted, "Mom, you're not really masturbating, don't think of it that way. You're providing visual stimulation. This is all part of helping me. Things like watching you play with your pussy or shake your rack; it all helps keep me hard so I can have my orgasms six times a day, just like the doctor ordered."

The idea that Alan needed help to stay erect while his naked centerfold-quality mother was jacking him off was absurd, but again it was the fig-leaf Susan needed for her own peace of mind. "Well, if you think it helps..." She began fingering her pussy lips with one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other.

Within seconds of touching herself, she began writhing around as if she was about to climax. "Goodness gracious, that's GOOD! Mmmm! MMMM! Oh dear, I'm such a naughty mommy!"

Alan pointed out, "You know what? I think we're done talking here for a while, don't you? And if your mouth isn't busy..."

"Gosh! Where are my manners?" She giggled and winked at him. "Look at all that tragically neglected cock." She bent over and took his erection in her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke the base of it too.

Alan laughed. "Where are my manners" was a very rare joke from Susan; since she just wasn't the joking type. He realized that her comments boded very well for the future. Wow! All of a sudden my mom seems to think that it's a problem if my cock is NOT getting sucked! And she'd never even done it before, up to an hour ago. Talk about an improved attitude. This is just too much for me to take!

Alan grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her head away.

"What?" she asked, a bit irritated. Clearly, she resented being interrupted from her happy sucking.

"Whoa. Hold on. It's just that everything you do is so arousing that I feel like cumming already and I want this to last. Can we rest a minute?"

"Oh, poo." But reflecting on his compliment, she grinned. "Really? Am I that arousing?"

"Mom, you don't have any idea, do you? Just because you hang out with Suzanne all day you probably think you're not sexy 'cos you compare yourself to her. Maybe the old you wasn't that sexy since you went out of your way to bundle up and put on a frumpy attitude to boot. But the new you is right there with Suzanne, completely off the sexy scale."

"Oh, poo! You get me so excited with talk like that and then you said I can't suck any cock. How 'bout now?"

Alan laughed. "No."

She waited about ten seconds, and then asked, "How 'bout now?"

Alan laughed harder. "God, Mom, you sound just like I did as a kid when we'd go on a family trip. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'"

"Perhaps," she replied inscrutibly. Then after waiting a few heartbeats, she asked even more eagerly, "How 'bout now?"

Alan laughed still more. But he still needed to stall for time so he wouldn't cum on the spot. He asked, "So, Mom, I take it you like cocksucking. What do you like about it so much?"

"Oh my! Where to begin? At first, jacking you off seemed strange and I didn't know what to think. But then when you sprayed your hot seed all over my face, I was sold. It just made me feel, well, it's hard to explain. But happy to make you so happy, for one. And Suzanne's right: there's some kind of special connection that happens. Seeing your cum all over me, I feel like I belong to you. It's almost like... Well, I guess the only way to describe it is that I belong to you. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that you're in charge and that you're going to take care of me. I've never felt like that before."

'What about Father?"

"Ugh! I said don't remind me. It only makes me feel guilty. I so want to be a good wife, a loyal wife, but your cock... I can't resist it! You know, like, next time Ron comes home if for some bizarre reason he'd actually get the urge to fondle my breasts, I'd be able to suffer through it because I'd think, 'Oh, hubby, you like those breasts, do you? The ones that your son has spilled gallons of his cum all over in the months since you've been gone?' It's like you're marking me as yours. I can't explain it any better than that. I suppose Ron can touch me since I'm his wife, but I belong to you now."

"Wow, Mom. That's pretty intense."

"I know, but I'm feeling pretty intense right now. And that's not even counting eating up your cum. My goodness! I'm addicted! All I can think about as we're talking here is how good it'll feel to have another hot load of your cum shoot down my throat."

"Jesus! Well, if you put it that way, let's get to it. I'm certainly not getting much of an arousal rest with you talking like that."

She smiled bashfully as she bent down to take his erection between her lips. "Sorry."

For whatever reason, she'd had enough of playing with her pussy at the moment and devoted all her energies to the cocksucking. Her sexual skills were improving by the minute. Both were also feeling much more relaxed about the whole thing, which helped their stamina.

This time, her tongue happened to focus a lot on the underside of his penis. She again worked on the "sweet spot" just below the penis head there that Suzanne had told her about, and she really went at it.

Within seconds, Alan was shouting, "No, Mom! Stop! Too good!"

She paused, chuckling. "So you like that, baby?"

"Oh Mom! Please don't, or I'm gonna cum too soon!"

But she was feeling delightfully naughty and went right back to that spot, except she was slower and gentler.

"Mom! Oh Mom! You're such a good cocksucker! Such a natural! No, I'm gonna blow!"

Seeing he was about to blow, she backed off from that spot for a while. She was giddy with the compliments and the feeling of power she got controlling his ecstasy. A natural, eh? The thing is, this DOES come so naturally to me. Mommy likes to suck Tiger cock! Heh-heh-heh!

They continued for a few more excruciatingly joyous minutes, but because Alan didn't get much of a break he started cumming before he really wanted to. Nonetheless, it was a great experience for the both of them.

As Susan felt the hot ropes of cum splash on her tonsils, she thought, YES! This is what I'm talking about! It's so wrong, but that's part of what makes it feel so right! Mmmm! So good! I'm gonna feel dreadfully guilty about this tomorrow I'm sure, but save that for tomorrow. I love it now!

Alan really let himself go, groaning so much that it was more like screaming. He was in heaven.

Susan loved hearing his enjoyment. It literally doubled her pleasure. She was a very giving person, especially when it came to her children. When he felt good, she felt good.

After they were done, neither had the strength for another go round. They were still exhausted from all the times before.

As Susan lay on Alan's bed next to him, still proudly naked, she said, "You see? That's more like it. Instead of getting carried away, we had a nice little cocksucking. You behaved like a perfect gentleman and didn't try to touch me in any inappropriate places. We didn't even make a mess, because I took it all in my mouth."

She sat up and began putting her T-shirt on over her head. "I should be honest, in case it isn't blatantly obvious already - I want to help you much more than just once a week. Much more. Abnormality checks are all well and good, but you need a lot more help than that, with your daily six times needs. Any time you want that again, come to Suzanne or me with your tasty, cum-filled cock. Especially me." She giggled.

Alan thought, Weird. Another funny from her. Does she turn into a comedian only when she gets aroused?

Susan continued as she took a very long time putting her shirt on, "I'm sure there's enough of you to go around. We're your personal twenty-four hours a day cocksuckers now. Do you like that? Do you like the idea of having your own busty cocksuckers at your beck and call, even if one of them is your mother?"

"Mom, you're going to get me all horny again!" God DAMN! I'm already starting to regret my promise not to take her and give her a good fucking. And look at that cum dribble on her chin. I think she likes to keep it there. Weird.

"Oh no!" she said in mock fear. "Then I'll just have to please you again. You're going to make me suck your cock." She spat out the word "cock" in a really nasty and sexy way that Alan didn't even imagine she was capable of. "But I think I should go call nurse Akami and tell her that your penis abnormality check has gone well."

"Although..." she ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm not completely sure. We didn't really finish that check, now that I think about it. Maybe we need to do some more checking tonight. I think the only way to definitely be sure it doesn't have an irregular shape is to repeatedly test its size with my mouth every few hours."

His penis started to grow hard again in reaction to her eagerness.

She began fingering his penis as she watched it grow. Her shirt was still more off than on.

"MooooOOOOoooom! You've going to give me a case of the blue balls. Things are really sensitive there. Painful, even."

"Oh, poo," she pouted. She let go of it. Then, brightening up, she said, "Take another rest. When you're ready again, come and find me, okay? Tomorrow can be Suzanne's day, but today we're all alone, so this is our day. It's a good time for you to take advantage of your mommy and her cock-hungry mouth. She's so hungry for it! It's a good thing they'll be gone for a while, don't you think? To think that I thought this would just take a short time - shows what I know." She got up and put the thin pretense of a T-shirt back on yet again. It just barely came down low enough to cover the bottom of her pussy.

She wiggled her butt a little, which also was only half covered by the nearly see-through T-shirt. "I really enjoyed what you did to my butt yesterday by the pool." Then she swished her ass out of the room and went to take another shower.

CHAPTER 10

Susan worked on the dishes in the kitchen. Her plan was to put everything back to normal and doing routine chores normally helped her calm down. She'd dressed as she used to when doing kitchen duties, even wearing panties and a bra underneath her apron and heavy clothes. She vowed to give Alan a stern lecture as soon as he woke up and came downstairs.

But while she waited for him, she began thinking more fondly about all the sexual things that had just happened. I can't believe how I transformed into a shameless cock- er, member sucking hussy in the span of a single hour! True, it was fun, but it has to stop. But before long, she was daydreaming about sucking her son's penis even more, and mentally made plans to do it again that very evening. The truth was, now that the dam had broken, she was insatiable. She was still riding an erotic buzz that overrode her second thoughts.

More time passed, and she came to a conclusion. Okay, I lost control there for a while. But as Suzanne tells me a couple dozen times a day, it's not sex, it's a medical treatment. It's saving him from sin, too. I have to push my reservations aside and try to be a good mother.

About a half an hour after Susan went to the kitchen, she heard Alan clomping down the stairs. She flew into a panic. Her mouth practically began salivating as she imagined sucking on his erection again. The strength of her lusty reaction to his arrival shocked her.

At the same time, she belatedly realized that her outfit was downright frumpy. It was too late to change, but she quickly reached underneath her long dress and slipped her panties off. With Alan about to come into the kitchen at any second, she quickly stuffed the panties in the first drawer that she could reach. She turned her back away from where Alan was coming in so he wouldn't see her flustered expression.

Alan was apprehensive about how Susan might react now that she'd had some time to think about what they'd done. When he walked into the dining room and saw her in the kitchen wearing the same kind of prudish outfit she always used to wear, his worrying greatly increased. He even started to feel guilty about what they'd done. Oh shit! Mom's gonna hate me now for sure. I'm gonna get a big lecture about the evils of loose living and the fires of Hell. The thing is, I deserve it! I should have stopped. I practically raped her!

He tried to find the right words to apologize, but he was having trouble. "Um, Mom? Uh..."

Susan didn't turn around but just spoke straight ahead, pretending she was still the only one in the room. "What was that? I must be imagining things, 'cos I almost thought I heard my son speaking. But that can't be, because I'm the only one here. It's a good thing, too, because if he were to come near me, I don't know how I could resist putting that fat, thick thing of his back in my mouth."

Alan was extremely confused. It was obvious Susan knew he was there, but he couldn't understand her unusually oblique manner. At first he thought she was so mad at him that she was refusing to even acknowledge his existence. But there was an unmistakable eagerness and happiness in her voice.

She continued, "Yep, Tiger's gonna need a lot of help getting rid of all that nasty cum, if he's going to make his daily target. I'm sure he's going to need more help tonight, and since I'm the only one home, he's probably going to coat my throat with more of that yummy sperm of his. I might just have to swallow a couple of loads before the night is through!"

Susan's excitement was so obvious that Alan wasn't confused any more. In fact, within seconds of realizing that she wasn't mad at him, his urge to apologize and just about all of his guilty feelings went right out the window. He found himself with a new and very urgent erection in about the amount of time it takes to flick a light switch. He drew closer to her.

She said with even more obvious arousal, "My only worry is that my Tiger won't realize that his mommy's mouth is ready, ready to feel a warm hard, um, member, slide between her lips. He might get the wrong idea from my outfit. I just hope he'll realize that I'm not wearing any panties. Maybe he'll check, while maintaining the proper boundaries." She reached around and pulled her dress nearly up to her ass.

Alan was confused again, because it seemed like his mother was inviting him to touch her ass, but earlier she'd also explicitly prohibited him from touching her in any sexual way. He crept up to her silently until he stood right behind her. He sensed she didn't want him to talk, so he just stood there hoping she clarify what she wanted him to do.

Susan was feeling nervous, but she relaxed considerably as she realized he was waiting for more explicit permission before doing anything. The one thing she didn't want was for him to get out of control like he almost did earlier. "Is there someone there?" she asked innocently, still without turning her head. "I can almost sense there's someone here. Someone who wants to touch me in very private places. But I must be wrong, as I'm here all alone. Someone who needs to touch my ass to see that I'm not wearing panties..."

Alan slowly lifted her dress up until he could see her pale ass. Her legs were closed together, but nonetheless he could easily see that in fact she wasn't wearing any panties. Hearing no objection to the exposure of her butt, he reached out and put one hand on her upper thigh right next to her ass.

He brushed her skin so lightly that at first she wasn't even sure if she was being touched.

She just felt the tiny hairs covering her ass tingle. She let out a happy "Mmmm..." to let him know she approved. Otherwise, she kept perfectly still, to make it easier for him to continue.

Alan raised his hand so it was resting on her left ass cheek. He thought, Holy cow! I'm fondling my mom's butt! And I thought I was gonna get the big lecture. This has to be the greatest day in the history of the universe!

He brought his other hand up and began caressing her ass more firmly with both hands. He lovingly ran his hands over her cheeks and then sent a hand exploring down into her ass crack.

Luckily for him, her ass crack had been very thoroughly cleaned when Susan took a shower right before coming to the kitchen. In fact, about the only things she'd gotten clean during her twenty minute shower were her ass, pussy, and tits as she'd masturbated herself into a frenzy.

While she thrilled to his touch, she recalled the shower and thought, I've probably had more orgasms today than in the past ten years combined! And most of those were in the past week or two. I never knew what it meant to really live until I fell in lust with my son! And God forgive me, but I'm already on the verge of another big one. What he does to me!

The index finger on Alan's right hand had somehow found its way to Susan's pussy lips. As good as it felt to Susan, she couldn't ignore such a clear violation of the boundaries.

She said, "I must be dreaming, because it seems to be I'm feeling the hands of a young man. A young man who knows better than to put his hands anywhere else, including my special place. He knows the meaning of boundaries, and also knows not to kiss my butt, or stick his finger into any forbidden holes."

At first Alan thought she was encouraging him to do more, but then he realized she was making the limits to their game clear. He quickly withdrew his finger, and in fact took away both of his hands altogether. Breaking his silence, he said, "Sorry, Mom..."

She laughed gaily, not upset at all. If anything, she was upset he took his hands off her butt. Since the pretence that Alan wasn't there had been broken, Susan craned her head around to look him in the eye. "Tiger," she said softly, "I said some things earlier that, well, let's just say I got kind of carried away. I believe I said something about, um..." She turned away again, this time out of embarrassment. "I said something about how Ron can touch me, but I really belong to you. Something to that effect, anyway. And something about being at your beck and call to suck your, uh, erection, twenty-four hours a day."

She paused, collecting her thoughts, then went on. "I'm sure you realize that people say things when they're aroused that they don't necessarily mean. Obviously, I'm still Ron's wife, not YOUR wife; it's just that you have certain unusual medical needs that I have to take care of. I mean, the very idea of your own mother marrying you, well, obviously... that's absurd."

She was trying to sound stern and motherly, but when she talked about being her son's wife, it got her so excited that she practically swooned and had to struggle to go on. After another long pause while she composed herself, she asked, "You understand?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good. Well, since that's taken care of, I've noticed that a certain ghost around here keeps having trouble fondling my ass due my long dress that keeps falling over it. And how can I know when my, er, member-sucking abilities are needed, if he can't get my attention by fondling my ass? So, since he'd been such a good boy who understands the boundaries, I'm going to make it a little easier on him."

She undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then she stepped away from it, leaving her completely naked from the waist down.

Alan was in awe, both at her attitude and at her firm and athletic legs and ass. There wasn't the slightest hint of flab to be seen. Getting back into their role play of sorts, he registered his complete approval with a ghost-like "WoooOOOooooo," but at the end he turned it into a wolf whistle, "Woot-hoo!"

Susan laughed. "Why are you- I mean, why are the ghosts around here, so completely adorable? Well, are you just going to stand there? There's some ass here that needs some serious fondling!"

Now it was Alan's turn to laugh as he happily accepted her invitation. Even though he'd been fondling her ass a minute or two earlier, it was twice as good now that he could clearly see it as well as feel it. He firmly cupped an ass check and just held onto it for some moments. God, Mom's just totally letting me have my way with her ass. This rocks! Can the day get any better?

He brought his other hand up and began strongly kneading her ass cheeks.

Susan loved it. She fell forward and mashed her chest down onto the kitchen counter. She was so close to an intense orgasm just from what his hands were doing that she could practically taste it. My husband has cupped and fondled my ass more times than I can count. But this is different. Alan's hands are so confident! He's not just holding it, he's taking possession of it! I swear, any time at all when he touches me, it gets me so darn HOT! Come on, Son, own your mommy's ass. OWN it!

Alan, too, was feeling increasingly overwhelmed and overjoyed. He was trying not to talk, but he couldn't help but say, "You know, as the house ghost, I hear a lot of things around here. I keep hearing your handsome son say how much he loves you. He thinks you're really beautiful too. And you're just about the kindest, best mom any kid could ever have."

Susan was so blown away by those words that she was struck speechless. Ron was never very giving with compliments, and neither were her parents, but Alan's words were obviously heartfelt. She wanted to completely merge souls with him, but since she couldn't do that, she absolutely had to do the most intimate thing she allowed herself to do with him.

She stood up and spun around. She stared at him fiercely and said in a mock scold, "Tiger, drop those shorts right now. This very instant! Your mommy has some serious cocksucking to do!"

Alan's erection had been painfully constrained in shorts and underwear. He let out a great sigh of relief as he dropped them both, leaving him wearing nothing but a white Spinal Tap T-shirt.

She dropped to her knees. "Oh my, what do we have here?" she cried with a high voice like a delighted little girl. "It looks and feels like an extremely hard erection. But we know that can't be, since I'm all alone. Since this is the kitchen, it must be a Popsicle. I like Popsicles. They remind me of cocks! I think I'll give this Popsicle a good suck!"

She began slowly, gently, sucking his staff.

Alan, again, was in total ecstasy. He could never have imagined that a human being could ever feel so good.

Susan thought as she joyfully sucked, What's gotten into me? Here I am, half naked and on my knees in my own kitchen, and my son's big dick is tickling my tonsils! That's just so wrong! Mmmm! And he's standing there like some kind of lord while I'm on my knees like I'm his personal cocksucking slave! Mmmm mmmm. MMMM! So yummy! Good God, that turns me on so much, that he's standing with his thick COCK shoved half way down my throat and I'm helpless here on my knees! It's so wrong, but so right! I wanna do everything for him, everything! Mmmm!

All those things Suzanne has been talking about lately, I wanna do them with him all at once, this very minute! She had been repeatedly taking his shaft as far as it could go in her mouth, which was only about half way, but suddenly she pulled it away altogether and moved her mouth lower. She began licking his balls, and then started gently tugging and sucking on them.

She could tell Alan loved it from the way he was moaning. But she paused to explain, "Suzanne has been talking to me about this. I've never done it with your father and I really want to try it out. Is that okay? Goodness, just listen to me. I'm sucking my son's balls and I won't even do it with my husband. You must think your mother is some kind of shameless slut!"

Alan's only answer to that was a loud groan of pure desire.

She dove back in, fitting all of one of his testicles in her mouth. Meanwhile, she always had at least one hand flying up and down his slick shaft at all times.

Alan, again, was in total ecstasy. He could never have imagined that a human being could ever feel so good. It was a near miracle he hadn't cum already, and that was only because he'd climaxed so many times in recent hours that his penis had unusual staying power. But there was only so much stimulation he could take, and the way Susan was fervently attacking his balls and erection with her lips, tongue, and both hands, not to mention an endless stream of happy "Mmmm" sounds, was irresistible.

His cries and groans grew louder and louder until he realized that he was cumming. He found himself venting a full throated roar as his ropes of cum nailed the back of his mother's throat yet again.

Susan sucked and sucked and sucked. She strived with every fiber of her being to show how much she loved him and give him to best climax he'd ever had. She took in nearly all his cum, not stopping her rapid vacuuming even when his legs gave way and he slowly crumpled to the floor. She had a roaring climax of her own in the middle of his, and that didn't stop her sucking in the slightest either. The little cum that landed on her face instead of going straight down her gullet she eagerly gobbled up.

Then she licked his penis completely clean. Once she was done with that, she still didn't want the fun to end despite the fact Alan was sprawled out on the floor and nearly comatose while recovering from such a great orgasm. She gently kisses his flaccid and balls all over, whispering "Love you," and sometimes "Mommy loves you," between each kiss.

CHAPTER 11

When Susan finally ran out of energy too, she collapsed on top of him. She pressed her firm, well-covered tits into his chest (if there was one thing that could have made the experience better for Alan it would have been seeing Susan topless instead of bottomless, since he was such a tit man. But he wasn't complaining).

Her mouth was so close to his that he thought for sure she would kiss him, but she held back. "Now remember, you're not allowed to feel Mommy's big naked hooters. But since I'm still wearing a shirt, then technically it's okay to touch the shirt."

Alan slowly played with her boobs through her apron and shirt while he recovered.

She just cooed happily and lazily ran her hands over his chest too. Her breasts and nipples were incredibly sensitive and it even felt great to have them fondled through all that cloth.

The two of them were so content like that that they both nearly fell asleep on the kitchen floor. The only thing stopping them was that Alan fought to stay awake so he could make the most of this rare opportunity to play with his mother's bounteous chest, and all of his fondling kept her up. After couple of minutes he got smart and reached under her apron so he only had two layers of clothes (her top and bra) to get through instead of three. Then, after another minute or so, he got smarter and reached up under her shirt with his hands and began kneading her breasts through just her bra. Actually, he couldn't feel that much breast since most of both of them were too squished into his chest, but he made do.

Afraid to push his luck, he asked, "Is this okay too?"

"I think I hear a voice!" she joked, pretending again that she was alone. "Is someone trying to cop a feel of their mommy's breasts? We've got some very frisky ghosts haunting this house."

Seeing that Susan was letting him get away with it and had even moved on him a bit to give him better access, he reached around and unclasped her bra. Then he pulled her bra cups away enough to reach in and grasp both her naked breasts with his bare hands.

The sensation of skin of skin felt so good to Susan that she sucked in her breath. Good Lord! What my boy does to me! Ron could never, ever stoke my fires like this. First he effectively takes control of my ass, now he's relentlessly taking control of my breasts. What's next? He's going to take control of his mommy's pussy!

She found that thought sobering. So while she'd been letting him roll her nipples between her fingers while she was thinking for some long moments, now she said firmly, "No, that's not okay. Show me your self control and take your hands away."

He reluctantly did so. Dang! I pushed my luck too far.

In so doing, he passed another test, proving to her some more than he could have self control and stop when she asked him to. She made sure he understood that. "That's a good boy. As long as we can retain self-control, then there's no reason why we can't have fun every day. Now go take a shower, and get dressed for dinner."

Shit, Alan thought, I blew a chance to fondle her tits by trying to bend the rules. She's teasing me so much lately with those damned monster water balloons of hers; she's practically rubbed my whole body with them, but I still haven't been able to really get my hands on them for long. Too many clothes. Grrr.

He still didn't get up - he couldn't bear leaving such a heavenly body, and in any case she was still on top of him.

"Such a naughty boy," she chided playfully, as she reached behind him and slapped his bare butt. "I told you to get up already." Her hand stayed on his butt and kneaded a buttock. "What if Amy and Katherine came home from shopping early? What if they walked in and saw us here on the floor in the kitchen? What would they think if they saw that Alan's penis was lying on Mommy's leg, only inches from her vagina? What would you do?"

Alan was feeling even more turned on. "What would I do? I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstandings. I just might have to show them what exactly it was that we were doing, first hand! First I'd show Katherine. Then I'd show Amy. Then maybe I'd show you again, just to make everything clear. You know, rubbing butts."

He began rubbing his hands on her butt again even as she fondled his more vigorously, now with both hands. "I'd fondle everyone's butts until they were moaning too much to complain."

"Alan, you're such a bad boy! Thinking such dirty thoughts. You know you can't do that to your sister or innocent little Amy. Even if you do do it to your mommy!" She squealed with uncontrolled delight at that thought. "And just what, buster, do you think you're doing with your hands? We have rules, you know!" But she didn't push his hands away - her resistance to the rules was already crumbling. They were having a bit of an ass fondling contest with each other.

He pointed out, "You said that I could touch your butt to get your attention when I'm horny. I'm horny again!"

"Hmmm. I did say that, didn't I? I have a feeling that's going to come back and haunt me."

He joked, "It might even come back and bite you in the ass."

She laughed gaily. "I think you already have my full attention, Tiger. Looks like I'm getting yours as well." She reached for his penis but found it still flaccid. She understood that while he was fully aroused mentally, his penis could only take so much and in fact had already performed heroically for the day.

She nonetheless held his penis and played with it while still lazily fondling his ass with her other hand. "I love it even when it's down for the count," she said. "I'm just so hungry for cock today! I don't ever want the fun we've had to end. I have a feeling that I'm probably going to burn in Hell for having this much fun, but dammit, I just can't help myself." She sighed.

Alan said, "No you're not, Mom. You're helping me out, remember? How can that be a sin?"

"I know, but anything that feels this good just has to be wrong. I'm not supposed to enjoy helping you quite so much." In a sadder voice, she bemoaned, "All those wasted years. It's like the scales have fallen from my eyes and I see what a prudish fool I've been."

Before he could reply, she went on in a brighter tone, "However, Suzanne's been talking to me about so many things, and I'm feeling so horribly wicked that there's one I just have to try before you go. If this ghost is interested in assholes, there's a nurse who taught me a special trick. She's a naughty nurse, and she's made me so very naughty too. I think she needs a spanking next time I see her!"

He thought, Is my mom talking about putting her finger in my ass, like Akami did? MY mom?! That's impossible, even after all the crazy stuff that's happened today. She's the queen of clean. She'd never touch someone else's asshole, no way!

Susan stopped, stood up, and went to the sink. She grabbed the dishwashing liquid and covered one of her fingers in it. Then she got back down on her knees next to where he still lay. She turned him over and moved him about, pushing him into the exact position she wanted like he was a big ball of Play-Doh. He ended up on all fours with his ass in the air.

"I wonder what's in this hole." She poked the finger covered with dishwashing liquid into his anus. It slid in nice and easily. "This is the little trick I saw Akami do. It looked like my son enjoyed it very much. She taught me that if someone sees an empty hole, the first thing one should do is stick something in it."

She began playing with his balls again, while the middle finger of the other hand plunged in and out of his asshole.

Alan was amazed at how aroused he could get from what she was doing, even though he was still completely flaccid.

She talked more excitedly as she sawed his asshole, "But that's okay. You'll just have to punish your mommy for her foolishness by stuffing your cock in her mouth and forcing her to suck on it a lot. Over and over. And spankings! I think she needs to be spanked some too."

After a while, she asked, "Does that feel good, my baby?"

"So good, Mom. So good. It's like I'm having a non-orgasm orgasm. But you probably should stop or else I just might get hard again."

Her frustration was palpable - that was exactly what she was trying to achieve. "Okay, then. Unless you want to force your mother to suck your cock yet again, please scoot your cute butt and go take a shower." She slapped him on the butt.

"We wouldn't want that to happen," he said with sarcastic delight. He got up and started to walk away. He knew he could make his penis rise again if he let it - after all, there certainly was no shortage of mental or visual stimulation. The only reason he didn't take her up on her offer right then was because he could tell he was on the verge of making his penis, very, very sore.

"Hey! Don't worry!" she yelled frantically, thinking she'd scared him off. "Where are you going? Don't listen to me! I didn't really mean that you should take a shower. I told them not to come home until after 6:00. That's an hour from now." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Can't we play some more? Don't you want to play with me?"

"Mother, my penis can't take any more. Seriously." Not only was his penis sore, but his whole body was worn out, and he was mentally wiped out too. But he could see her insatiable eagerness and he didn't want to disappoint her too much on such a pivotal and great day. So he said in a more joking tone, "On the other hand, my penis feels very irregular. In fact, it suddenly feels to have a very abnormal shape. I think to be on the safe side, you'd better perform another check or two after dinner."

She smiled along with him. "I think that can be arranged. Better safe than sorry! Oh, poo. I'll just have to wait, and we can play later."

CHAPTER 12

Alan was so exhausted from all the excitement and all the cocksucking that he fell asleep in his bed again after his shower and didn't wake up until dinner.

Then he and Susan had a surprisingly uneventful dinner that evening with Katherine. Everything seemed shockingly normal, considering all that happened that afternoon. The only reason Katherine might have thought something was up was because both mother and son behaved so completely ordinarily, without any hints of any sexuality at all. In the past few days, dinner had become an occasion for sexual teasing. Usually it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine for dinner, since Suzanne and Amy almost always ate back at their house.

Typically in the past week or so, Alan, his sister, and his mother would sit together and eat dinner, with both women wearing provocative clothing without any underwear.

For instance, several nights earlier, Katherine came to dinner wearing some kind of exercise outfit cut like a one-piece bathing suit. But unlike most outfits of that type, he could see her nipples and bush faintly through the fabric.

Susan, though, couldn't complain. She claimed that all of her clothing was being washed or dried, and came to dinner wearing nothing but underwear. The excuse was blatantly absurd as there was no way all of Susan's clothes could have fit in even several washing loads.

But he didn't complain either. He was happy that her bra showed her nipples even more clearly than Katherine's outfit did.

It was clear at that particular dinner that both of them were horny. Both of them liked to get up and get Alan things at the slightest pretext. This was just an excuse to walk around and strut their bodies.

But at these dinners, especially in the past couple of days, Alan saw much more than just scantily clad women walking around.

Susan and Katherine took the opportunity to blatantly tease Alan whenever they thought the other one wasn't looking (or sometimes even if they were). For instance, if Susan got up to get another dish of food, Katherine might take the chance to pick up a phallic-shaped piece of food, like a carrot, and eat it in a seductive way.

Or Susan might cup one of her breasts and start absent-mindedly rubbing it while she carried on an ordinary discussion, acting as if she was just scratching an ordinary itch. She figured that after all it was all for the greater good of helping Alan reach his six times a day target.

But that vibe wasn't there that evening.

Katherine therefore restrained herself, too. In fact, things were abnormally normal as Susan and Alan tried to behave like model citizens. Katherine was puzzled but didn't ask about it.

After dinner, all three of them watched an action movie, "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." Suzanne and Amy joined them as well. They'd all seen it before but liked to watch it again anyway.

Alan figured that there was no way he could concentrate on his homework anyway, so a mindless movie might distract him for a while. He was actually grateful it wasn't a steamy movie because his mind needed a break from such intense and seemingly nonstop lust.

Shortly after the movie started, Susan announced that she and Suzanne were going to the kitchen to get some snacks.

That left just Alan, Katherine, and Amy. Katherine, seeing that Amy was fully absorbed in the movie already, picked up a banana she had deliberately left nearby, waiting for such an occasion. She changed seats so she was sitting right next to Alan, peeled the banana, then started sucking on the tip in the most suggestive manner possible.

Alan looked over at her and blanched. He couldn't believe how his world had suddenly turned sexual in every direction that he turned. He stared for a minute or so while she sucked on the banana adoringly (never biting into it), but finally he turned back to the movie and stared at it with determination.

Katherine leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I'm hurt. Don't you like my banana eating?"

He whispered back, "I like it - too much! Sis, if I keep staring, things are going to get engorged down below, and that's bad. Very bad."

"Bad? Why? Isn't that what you need more than anything?"

"Well, yes, generally speaking, but Jesus! You have no idea what happened today! Mom, well... She kind of helped me with my problem."

"Mom did?! No way!" Katherine was careful to keep even her exclamations to a whisper, lest Amy should hear.

"Yeah way. She helped - again and again and again. My penis is about to fall clean off."

"Wow. Well, that explains some things." Katherine sat back and thought. On one hand, she was happy, because if Susan started "helping" Alan, she would have a very hard time denying Katherine from being able to do the same without looking ridiculously hypocritical. But on the other hand, Susan was some very serious competition. The way Alan looked so wiped out all evening only increased her concern. Between Susan and Suzanne and their sultry centerfold bodies and stunning faces, Katherine decided she'd have to take drastic action soon or else get lost in the shuffle.

Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Suzanne by the arm and took her into a study near the kitchen where they could speak alone. It was Susan's first chance to talk to Suzanne one on one since the big events earlier in the day.

In hushed but excited tones, she said to Suzanne, "You're so right! Giving Alan a blowjob - it's so good!"

"You didn't!" Suzanne said just as excitedly. She was shocked that what was happening was really real, but on the other hand, given the weeks of build up, she wasn't that shocked. However, she'd thought Susan would just give him a handjob and only work up to a blowjob after a while, so to see such rapid progress was a pleasant surprise.

"I did! Three times! And two handjobs before that. I jacked him off, and then I blew him." Susan said this is a way that clearly showed she was delighted to be using such "filthy" language. "I gave his penis such a thorough abnormality check that I should get some kind of medal." She chuckled as she said, "He must have the most normal penis in the universe by now."

But then she quickly corrected herself, "But that's not true. It's such an extraordinary member. Sooo big! I can barely get my lips around it. It's not like Ron's tiny thing at all. And Ron's is all veiny and crooked. Yuck. Tiger's is so smooth; it practically DEMANDS that you stoke it and suck it, over and over and over!"

Suzanne was flabbergasted. She'd never imagined Susan would talk so frankly about sexual matters when she wasn't aroused. All Suzanne could manage was a nod.

Susan continued breathlessly, "And watching this movie is a good idea to give his penis a rest, but as soon as it's done, I'm gonna be sooo ready to do it again. Or should I say, do HIM again." She giggled.

"Susan!" Suzanne was both happy and worried. She started to wonder if her plan might be working a little too well. She was trying to turn Susan into a partner in crime, so to speak, but she didn't want mother and son to get into it so deeply that there would be no room left for her. She was stunned at the sheer number of times Susan had gotten Alan to cum. If they were like that every day, that spelled trouble for her.

As if reading some of Suzanne's thoughts, Susan replied, "Oh, don't worry. There will be plenty of that big erection to suck and stroke for the both of us. I'm not in the least bit jealous about sharing my medical duties with you because, after all, none of this would have happened without your pushing. Gosh, Suzanne, I can never thank you enough for all your help!"

Suzanne rued, If only she knew how true that is. All this secrecy with my best friend is weighing on me.

But Susan continued happily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, so very, very much! You're such a good friend - I had no idea what I was missing, but you showed me the light. I can't remember when doing a good deed for someone in distress has ever been such, well, FUN!"

She leaned in to Suzanne and whispered conspiratorially, "But you ARE sure that what I'm doing is not a crime or a sin, right?"

Suzanne held up two fingers, like a peace sign. "Two words: remember Onan. You're saving your son from sin, because you didn't let any of his seed fall on the ground, did you?"

Susan's eyes went wide with delight. "Well, a lot of it fell on my chest, and neck, and face. Actually, 'fell' is not the right word. More like cannoned or erupted. And my hands were covered as I scooped it up. And my mouth! Man alive! It seems like I swallowed gallons!"

Suzanne tried not to pout. Damn. Now I'm just plain jealous.

"Now let's go get those snacks before the others get restless," Susan said as she turned to take care of her task.

Susan had a wild look in her eyes while talking to Suzanne, but as she walked into the kitchen her countenance totally changed back to a typical suburban soccer mom. The only difference was that she had a very satisfied smile on her face that she couldn't erase.

Suzanne could barely believe what she'd just heard her friend say, from the woman who'd been so prim and proper all these years. It made her heart beat with excitement and her mind was filled with strategic thoughts as she contemplated how this could change her schemes. But outwardly she acted nonchalant.

They went back to the living room for the movie.

Alan was so lost in thought that he had only the vaguest idea what the movie was about. When the movie ended, Susan and Alan acted very blasé and cool until Suzanne and Amy left, and Katherine went to bed.

Then Susan crept into Alan's room, and the two quietly frolicked about the room, jumping about in excitement and holding hands like little children. They repeatedly and exaggeratedly shushed each other. The fact that Katherine was across the hall and could overhear only added to their excitement.

Alan got another erotic hug. He didn't get to fondle Susan's breasts, but he certainly got to feel them as she rubbed them all over him like she did with their last intense "hug."

To his utter amazement, he found his penis growing erect again. He really thought he was done for the day, if not days, given how sore and tired it was, but dinner and then two hours of watching the movie allowed at least a partial recovery.

Susan noticed his erection and got to work. She stripped naked and proceeded to give him a lengthy blowjob. This time, no words were spoken for fear of Katherine overhearing, since her room was nearly directly across the hallway.

Susan was so eager to swallow Alan's cum, again and again, that she imagined her stomach literally filling up with a lake of his sperm. The pre-cum flowed copiously and she deliberately let it drool down her face and chest.

However, as she was in the middle of licking his sensitive spot, Alan's pleasure turned to pain. He looked down at Susan concentrating intensely on stroking and sucking and was so overwhelmed with arousal and love that he wanted to cry.

She was so into a two fisted jack off that it seemed cruel to force her to stop, but he felt he had no choice. He pushed her head away where she was licking the tip of his penis head with both his hands. "Sorry, Mom, but I can't go on."

"What? Did I do something wrong. Oh no! You prefer Suzanne don't you? Tell me the truth, I can take it. Please don't give up on me! I know I'm not very good yet, but I can get better with practice. Lots and lots and LOTS of practice."

Alan laughed as his erection slowly deflated. "Mom, that's so untrue that you're not good. You're doing great. I totally love what you're doing. However, I've climaxed, like, eight times today already. I mean, geez! That's like physically impossible, isn't it? I think my penis has finally had enough and just all of the sudden it started hurting. It's gonna be rubbed and sucked raw if you carry on one more minute. I'm so sorry."

She frowned and pouted at first. "Oh poo. Well, that's okay, I guess. Suzanne has been explaining to me about how many times a day guys can do it. Even exceptionally virile males like you have limits. Can I just cuddle with you for a while then?"

"Sure. That sounds so good. I love you so much, Mom. I love this new relationship we're forging today, too."

"Me too, Son, me too."

Alan suddenly felt very sleepy. All the sexual fun had tired him out, since after all he did have an energy problem. He sat up in his bed and let his mother sit on his lap, caressing his chest and hoping against hope that his penis would recover enough to go again. But at the moment, it hurt so bad that even the thought of it being touched was suddenly painful. So instead he focused on the pleasant sensation of Susan's bare skin pressing into his.

Susan again thought to herself, Suzanne is so right - cocksucking really does strengthen the mother-son bond. I've never felt so close to him. Why didn't we ever hug before? Now I never want to let go. It's like we're newlyweds in love. Well, that's how I feel about it, anyway.

Alan meanwhile realized that if he could just get hard, his penis would poke up right at her pussy resting above his legs. But he'd truly reached his limit. With his last blowjob he'd hardly cum at all, and he wondered if, amongst other problems, his body was just plain running out of cum.

"Mom, while I'm all pooped out today, can we do this some more tomorrow?"

"Can we? Of course, Tiger. I thought you'd never ask. Never fear. I promise I'll suck and stroke your cock every day from now on, if you want me to. Do you want me to?"

"You know the answer. Yes! Do you really promise? Earlier you were saying you didn't want to be my twenty-four hour a day cocksucker."

"Oh, Alan, my son! Of course I'll help you. Did I really say that? Oh dear. You'd better wash my mouth out with sperm."

Alan laughed heartily at that. Again, he marveled at her sudden joke-making abilities. She was more uninhibited and fun now, all around.

She laughed too, and then continued, "This is so great. Seriously, you know I'll always be there to help you, provided you obey the boundaries I set. You've been so wonderful." She leaned in to his face and kissed him on the cheeks, nose, and forehead.

He was nearly overwhelmed by the closeness and her sweet feminine smell upon him. He kissed her back.

But so far their mouths had not touched. "Mom, is it okay if I kiss you on the mouth?"

She looked at him and considered the idea.

She was severely tempted. But finally she said, "No. Please don't. We can't get romantic. She said there's no incest, no sin, no adultery, as long as there's no romantic feelings. So no kissing has to be part of the boundary we can't cross. As it is, I'm merely very enthusiastically helping you with your medical treatment. Suzanne is so right about how we have to look at this. She's right about everything. Gosh, I just can't say that enough about how right she is. What a great friend."

She pulled back and stood up. She wrapped a towel around herself. Then she picked up another newly soaked pair of panties and held them with just two fingers. She smiled at him and said, "We'll be seeing you tomorrow morning. I hope you can rise to the occasion, if you know what I mean." She blew him a kiss and walked out of his room.

Alan mentally kicked himself. Damn. I keep screwing up. I was too grabby with her tits earlier, and now I was too timid. I should have just kissed her on the lips instead of asking. But still, what a day. What a fucking amazing day! He never really used curse words before, but he didn't have a problem with them now.

I'm never going to forget this day for as long as I live. This changes everything!



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