H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

102. 6 Times a Day (84-109)

6 Times a Day Chapter 110 - Morning BJ

84 Almost a Kiss

In school, Alan repeatedly spaced out, maintaining a near-constant hard-on in all his classes. The weekend had been dangerously exciting and all the sexual stimulation was like an addictive drug. He wanted more.

As often happened, he ended up staying after his fourth-period World History class to ask his teacher, Gloria Rhymer, some questions about that day's lesson. He was truly interested in history, and it showed, but he also just liked spending time with his presumably-secret crush. As often happened, they wound up spending the entire lunch period together talking about history and school gossip while eating their food.

But once their time together had ended, his thoughts returned to the sexual possibilities at home. He decided he would hang out by the pool after he got home and see what resulted. He was well aware that that was where on Saturday his sister had gone sexually berserk, and where on Sunday Amy had gone topless (plus sometimes bottomless) and Susan had had her nipple incident. He hoped that another trip to the pool could lead to more such exciting things.

As soon as he got home, he put his backpack away in his room, put on his bathing suit, and headed to the pool area. It seemed that the others were thinking along the same lines, because when he got to the back patio, Suzanne and Susan were already there and Katherine joined them as soon as she could. He wondered if they too were hoping the near nakedness of swimming attire could help make something happen, since all of them were wearing alluring bathing suits.

Suzanne was wearing the most outrageous suit of all. It was a bikini so small that it barely covered her nipples. Even then, one could see fairly well through the semi-transparent material. Only a thin string ran down her ass crack, so from the back one could hardly tell she wore anything at all. In the front of her crotch there was so little cloth that some pubic hair was easily visible on each side of the suit.

In addition, she was wearing very high heels. They seemed wildly inappropriate to the occasion, but lately Suzanne seemed determined to wear high heels as much as humanly possible whenever she was around him. As an experienced sexual temptress, she knew what a big difference they made, not just in how they looked but also in how they firmed up her legs and ass. She also felt a growing sense of competition with both Susan and Katherine, wanting him to look only, or at least mostly, at her. She felt that heels gave her an edge, because the other two almost never wore heels.

Katherine was wearing her new bikini, the same one she'd worn the day before. She looked great in it, but in Alan's mind it didn't compare to the one-piece suit with which she'd driven him wild two days earlier. He had a soft spot in his heart (and usually a wet spot in his swimsuit) when he remembered that one.

As good as his sister looked, Alan tended to pay more attention to Susan's and Suzanne's more mature and buxom bodies. It was hard for Katherine, or just about any other female, to compete with them. Suzanne was expert at preening herself in sexy poses, and used all her tricks to the fullest. Susan knew no such tricks, but she had a nearly identical body, an even thinner waist, and a charming puritan innocence going for her.

Suzanne had recently bought Susan two new bathing suits. Susan had worn the more revealing of the two the day before, but after the mortifying nipple incident she had decided to wear the one with the more conservative, sports-bra-styled design. It wasn't that she didn't want to show Alan her nipples, but to have them be the focus of everyone's attention and the butt of their jokes was another thing altogether.

Susan was swimming in the pool when Alan arrived. Even though she was wearing her more conservative bathing suit, she looked so sexy that it took him some time to get used to the fact that his formerly prudish mother was wearing such a suit. He couldn't even remember what kind of bathing suits she'd worn in the past, because she'd usually gone out of her way not to go swimming when her kids were home.

He practically creamed on the spot when he saw Susan slowly lift herself out of the pool to greet him. The water dripping off her slick wet skin was just as great an erotic sight as Suzanne's nearly nonexistent suit. It reminded him of his cumming all over Akami, and for a moment he imagined Susan dripping with his cum instead of pool water.

To add to his distress, this was the first that Susan had seen him since he got home, so after coming out of the water she gave him a big "welcome back from school" hug, pressing her wet body against his dry one so that her hard nipples drilled holes into his chest.

It seemed to him that the hug went on a lot longer than her previous hugs. As a teen, he'd never really been hugged by his prudish mother except during the past few days, but now her intimate hugs were coming fast and furious.

He hadn't been expecting the hug, so he didn't know what to do when his erection poked firmly into her abdomen as the hug went on. She must feel that, he thought as the hug continued, but she gave no sign of doing so.

She kissed the top of his ear and said, "My big son. I'm so proud of you."

He wasn't sure what inspired that, but wondered if the "big son" comment had anything to do with the large hard-on pressing into her so insistently through his bathing suit, which was a typical boy's suit much like the shorts he always wore. Holy crap! I'm going to die of shame! he thought as the hug went on and on while his boner insistently prodded her tummy. How can she NOT know what's poking into her there?

After she disengaged, she showed no sign that she'd noticed or minded his throbbing dick. In fact, she'd been very aware of it; that was the main reason why she'd wanted the hug to go on forever.

Since his mother made him wet in one way from the pool water dripping off her body, he figured he should jump into the pool before it was obvious that she was about to make him wet in another way.

As soon as he jumped in, Susan went back in the water too. Katherine, not wanting to miss out, jumped in as well. The three splashed around and had fun playing with each other, but there was no touching.

Suzanne didn't join them. Her skin was so fair that she didn't like getting in the water and having her suntan lotion wash off. It seemed to her that even the supposedly-waterproof lotions weren't really that waterproof.

Susan got out first, since she'd already been in the water for a while before Alan arrived. She sat in the lounge chair next to Suzanne's, leaving Katherine an opportunity to divert some of Alan's attention from the two impressively stacked mothers.

When Alan stood next to his sister by the side of the pool nearest to Susan and Suzanne, Katherine realized that the two older beauties couldn't see much more than their heads and shoulders in the water. She reached out and brazenly grabbed her brother's erection through his swimsuit.

That certainly got Alan's full attention, especially as there wasn't even the slightest pretense this time that it was an accident. She was definitely going for broke.

As she held his hard-on, he thought, Okay, we're definitely crossing some kind of incestuous line here. I've seen a lot of Sis and Mom in the past few days, but this is the first undeniable sexual touching, and that's a totally different thing. But you know what? I don't feel bad about it. I love Sis and she loves me. Yeah, it's kind of weird to think of her THAT way, but dang! She's just so good looking that it short-circuits my brain and all my objections. I guess it's true that guys think with their dicks. Geez! She's STILL holding it!

To Katherine, those touches in the pool the day before had been playful, just an extension of the water games they'd been playing with Amy. But, like Alan, she knew this new grope was a big escalation and a very pivotal moment in their lives. She felt frightened beyond belief. After all, just days earlier she'd considered herself to be extremely conservative in her fashion and sexual attitudes compared to her classmates. But now her long-simmering lust for her brother had burst to the surface. Furthermore, she felt that she had to act quickly or lose out to the two older women.

She had no idea that Suzanne was actually encouraging Alan to pursue both Plummer women. Even if she had been able to hear Suzanne saying things like that, she would have assumed that it was just talk to get Alan horny, because she couldn't imagine any woman voluntarily sharing her man.

But what concerned her more was Susan. She had no doubt that her mother would never allow her to touch Alan's penis, much less suck on it. She assumed that Susan would be horrified to even think that something sexual was happening between her children. So she believed whatever happened between Alan and her would have to remain a dark secret.

However, Katherine realized that she could use Susan's hypocritical attitude to her own advantage. Knowing that Alan was helpless to object in any way, because Susan was sitting so close, she pulled his hard-on out of his swimsuit and grabbed it with both hands. She gave him a triumphant, wicked look, which he returned with a helpless, worried stare. She began to stroke him under the water, keeping all the action in her forearms so that neither mother looking at her upper arms would think that anything was amiss.

Suzanne saw their faces and suspected something fishy. Alan was mostly facing away so she couldn't really read his expression, but Katherine had a curiously triumphant yet frightened look on her face.

Suzanne was overcome by curiosity, so she announced, "I think I'll take a dip in the water too."

Katherine resignedly put Alan's boner back in his suit before Suzanne could see anything, and then once again was forced to play second fiddle to one of the buxom mothers.

This time it was the sight of Suzanne swimming through the water that captivated Alan. As Suzanne rarely went swimming, much less lie by the pool due to her extremely fair skin, this was a rare sight for him indeed.

Shortly afterwards, he hurried back to his room to masturbate to the new set of erotic images and ideas rattling around his brain. He'd been fantasizing all day at school about what might happen at home, but real life had once again exceeded his expectations.

He was so excited that he practically shot his load before he got started. Afterward, he quickly fell asleep for his usual daily nap.

He thought the excitement from the pool was over, but it wasn't. Much to his surprise, not long after he woke up, Susan came into his room still dressed in her bikini. She held her arms open wide and said, "My favorite son, give your mother another hug."

He usually slept in the nude, but he'd already awoken from his nap and had just put on a shirt and shorts, so he stood up and walked to her.

She grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug, as if he were about to depart on a long journey. "I love you so much, Tiger," she cooed, her voice filled with emotion.

His dick grew hard as he felt her soft skin pressing all over him and he smelled her pleasant feminine aroma. His erection happened to be scrunched up in his shorts in a way that prevented it from pressing into her in an obvious manner, but there was no way he could avoid enjoying how her nipples and big boobs pressed into him. She was already very aroused, so her hard nipples practically stabbed into his chest. Her tits were so soft and so big, it was as if they molded over his entire chest as they mashed into him.

She pulled back slightly and said, "I just felt like hugging you. You don't think there's anything wrong with a little show of affection between mother and son, do you?"

"No, Mom," he replied. "I like it. I've noticed we've never hugged or kissed in the friendly way some other families do. At least up until now. I mean, even you and Sis rarely ever touched."

She wiggled with delight in his arms, causing her nipples to scrape back and forth across his chest, pushing them into him even more. "Oh good! I'm so glad that Suzanne has helped me open up a bit and allowed us to become closer."

Her lips were now only two or three inches from his. Because he was only two inches taller than his unusually tall mother, he felt that all he'd have to do was lean forward just a little and their lips would meet. The word "closer" resounded in his head as he had sudden visions of the two of them necking with abandon, falling back onto his bed, hungrily kissing all over each other's face. He could feel and smell her breath, and noticed it was a curious mix of mint and alcohol.

A-ha! he thought. She must be getting tipsy. It doesn't take much with her despite her tall size. That explains things. Dang! She needs to drink more often.

But even though he loved her touch, he froze in fear at the idea of kissing. Now the hug felt like a trap he couldn't escape and his body literally seized up. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but he'd never kissed a girl before and he was wrought with performance anxiety, not to mention freaked out that she was his mother.

Suddenly she kissed him on the nose, and then directly on the lips. But their lips no more than grazed each other before she pulled away and broke the hug altogether.

He sighed inwardly with relief. It wasn't really a kiss - more like a tease of what a kiss could be. The idea of fulfilling a fantasy with her and actually getting romantic was too much for him to take so unexpectedly. He thought, As long as there was no tongue, there was nothing illicit or incestuous about that. Some people just touch lips. No big deal, right?

She went to the door, paused, and said, "Tiger, I'll be happy to hug and kiss you lots more from now on. You know, like a really affectionate family. We love each other so much, don't we? So we shouldn't be afraid to show it. That can help you do your thing."

"We do, Mom. I love this family. You're the best." He noticed her body was now turned away while she looked back over her shoulder towards him. But what really caught his eye was the way she was ostentatiously "adjusting" her bikini over her ass.

She replied, "Tiger, you make me so happy. So proud."

While she said this, her fingers pulled on her bikini, first pushing the fabric inwards so it sank up into her ass crack, then pulling it back out wide over her butt cheeks. Then she repeated the motion, as if fidgeting. She giggled with glee like a little schoolgirl.

Then she said, "But don't mope around here all alone in your room. We're still having lots of fun out by the pool. What do I have to do to get you to come back downstairs and join us? I don't think you'll regret it."

She arched her back so that her massive tits jutted out dramatically. He could see one of her mountains of flesh from the side view she was offering him. At the same time she pushed the bikini fabric back into her ass crack and then pulled it upward, so that for a second it seemed like her ass was completely uncovered.

She giggled again, then left without waiting for his reply.

Alan considered staying in his room and masturbating to the image his mother had just presented. He had so many sexy images to masturbate to these days that he could hardly keep up and savor them all. But there was no way he could turn down her sexy offer. He was curious too about what he would see at the pool, so he changed back into his bathing suit and went downstairs.

As Susan headed downstairs, she thought, What was THAT all about? I just came up here to tell him to come downstairs so he can discover our surprise, and somehow I ended up practically molesting him! Well, at least it was good visual stimulation to help him out. And I didn't actually do anything sinful. Although touching lips together like that is more than a bit improper. Oh dear, I really have to control myself better..

Damn what a hot chap..

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85 Naked Truth or Dare...()

While Alan napped, Suzanne had been laying the groundwork for more fun after he woke up. She'd said to Katherine and Susan. "Hey, who's up for a little game? Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"

Katherine's face had brightened at that prospect.

But Susan immediately said, "NO! Absolutely not!" She actually was more worried about telling the truth than having to do a dare. She was filled with all kinds of forbidden, lustful thoughts that she didn't want to say out loud, especially if Alan or Katherine were present.

So Suzanne had said, "You do realize, don't you Susan, that we don't actually have to be playing that game for me to make you wear whatever I say."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean that you've already agreed to wear whatever I tell you to wear, no matter what. Don't you remember that?"

Susan blanched as she remembered. Suzanne hadn't been exerting that power much lately, since Susan was choosing sufficiently risqué outfits on her own. "Uh-oh. That's true. But look: what I'm wearing right now is already positively scandalous. I hope you aren't going to tell me that I have to wear that skimpy bikini you gave me. Are you?"

Suzanne smiled innocently. "Who me? No, of course not. In fact, the only thing I want you to wear right now is your wedding ring."

Susan stared at the ring on her finger, and then up at her best friend. "My wedding ring?! That's IT?!"

Suzanne nodded.

"But Suzanne! That means I'll be completely naked! What if Tiger comes back down here?! He probably will! Surely you jest!" She squirmed around in her lounge chair with a mixture of horror and hopeful anticipation.

Suzanne replied, "That's the whole idea. But don't worry, Katherine and I will join you so Sweetie won't focus his attention just on you. And we'll all lie face down so he won't see much. Just your back and your butt."

"But-"

Suzanne held her hand up to silence Susan. "No buts. Actually, make that three butts." She chuckled. It wasn't that good a joke, but she was tipsy so almost everything seemed funny. She'd brought out a bottle of wine and all three had wine glasses next to their lounge chairs.

She continued, "You confessed to me all about how he stared at you in the shower, so he won't be seeing any part of you that he hasn't already seen up close."

"SuzaaaaAAAAaanne!" Susan whined. "Don't say that in front of Angel here! I thought that was just between you and me! I feel horrible enough about that dreadful incident as it is, but now Angel is going to think I'm awful!"

Katherine had been silent but listening intently. She said, "No, Mom, I think that's great. You were just helping Brother with some visual stimulation, right?" She was very curious to hear more about this shower incident, but she decided not to ask about it just then, for fear it would spook Susan from going along with Suzanne's total nudity plan.

Suzanne piled it on. "Exactly. What's the big deal? You didn't do anything to be ashamed of. In fact, I'm so very proud of you, helping him out like that. I'll bet he rushed back to his room, dropped his shorts, and started stroking that big, tasty erection of his. Can't you just picture him, holding that throbbing beast in his hands, with his eyes closed thinking of your wet, naked, sultry body? That's a sight that should make any mother proud."

"Is it?" She flopped back down on the lounge chair, conceding defeat. "Oh, poo. Suzanne, why do you do these things to me? The whole thing doesn't sound very proper to me," she added feebly. "In fact, it's decidedly IMproper."

Suzanne offered no response to that, so she thought about what Suzanne had just said, and asked, "What was that you said about his member being, um, er...? What did you call it? Tasty?"

Suzanne launched into a detailed, explicit description of how wonderful Alan's erection tasted in her mouth, describing the sweetness of his cum, causing both Katherine and Susan to squirm with excitement.

Suzanne explained, "Look, I can't deny that I've slept with a lot of different men. More than 100 for sure, and how many more I'd rather not say. But none of them tasted as good as he does. I was so curious about this that I looked up some articles on the Internet. It turns out that the taste of a man's cum is due to his diet, and Sweetie has a nearly ideal diet for delicious cum. He eats a ton of fruit and lots of other mostly healthy but rather sweet things, and he avoids most meats and bitter things. His cum tastes so good that I swear it's like dessert! I could feast on it all day long!"

The three women continued talking and drinking wine, and before long Susan couldn't wait for Alan to wake up from his nap so she could lie naked in front of him. She was delighted, though also apprehensive, when she was chosen to be the one to go upstairs and tell him to come back down to the pool.

When Alan did return to the pool area, Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all in position, naked and lying backside up on their lounge chairs. The three of them were all tipsy and more than a little excited about it. Actually, despite her cool appearance, Suzanne was just as excited as the other two.

Alan was right in suspecting that something was up by the way that Susan had been acting when she came to get him, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw when he got back to the pool. The lounge chairs were faced away from the door to the back patio, so only when he got to within a few feet of them did he realize that their three occupants were completely naked (except for Suzanne wearing her now-omnipresent high heels). He had a great view of their asses and long firm legs.

All three were giggling nervously - even Suzanne, who usually made it a point to not giggle. There was a lot of nervous energy in the air.

He had no idea what to say or do. He would have rushed back inside and spied on them from there had he not just explicitly agreed to come to the pool area. His penis engorged fully in about two seconds. He very literally could have been knocked over with a feather.

It wasn't just that he was looking at three very sexy bare asses; he felt that he was looking at his future. It was a future full of sexual fun with Suzanne, Susan, and Katherine. Suddenly, it even seemed possible he could wind up fucking all three of them someday.

That was just too much to take. He had to sit down before he had a heart attack or seizure. He plopped down in the nearest empty lounge chair.

Finally, Suzanne sat up a bit, turned, and said to him with a big grin, "Suurrrpriiiiiiise! I'll bet you weren't expecting this, Sweetie!" As she did so, she spread her knees apart and kicked her high heels up into the air, giving him a good view of her pussy.

Susan and Katherine were lying on lounge chairs pointing in the same direction as hers, keeping their legs tightly closed, so they didn't know what she was revealing. It was a special display intended for Alan's eyes only.

He felt like his brain had already been blown apart and now Suzanne's move was pulverizing the scattered pieces. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was struck speechless and just shook his head.

Suddenly, just sitting down wasn't enough, because he felt like his entire body was burning up. He pulled his T-shirt off and jumped into the pool to cool down and give himself a chance to think.

What in God's name is going ON?! Is this some kind of a joke? Maybe a test? All three of them naked?! Aunt Suzy I could believe, but Sis and even MOM?! No friggin' way! Not only are they all totally nude, but they're OUTSIDE! Is it possible for any of the neighbors to see them?

He looked around and realized the likelihood of being seen was extremely low. All the houses around the Plummer house had big lots with copious amounts of greenery. It was a veritable jungle between the Plummers' house and any of the neighbors'. And since they were on the uphill side of a gently sloping hill, the only house that could look onto theirs was the Pestridge house, and the only room with windows on that side which could have any possible view was Amy's.

He poked his head out of the water after swimming a few laps.

"Cat got your tongue?" his mother asked in his direction, playfully. "I decided that it's okay to go to the pool topless after all," she joked with deliberate understatement. Jokes from her were extremely rare. But her comment also recognized how much had changed in just one day, with some inebriation definitely playing a role in the new dress code. "Aren't you going to say 'hi'? Would you like another hug?" She giggled at what she thought was another joke.

"Um, Mom, you're totally naked." He didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out. It was like he was asking for confirmation from someone that he was really seeing what he was seeing. What do you say when speaking in the general direction of three ladies' asses?

Suzanne teased, "No she's not." She pointed at Susan's hands. "Look. She's still wearing her wedding ring." (Suzanne's fingers were bare of any rings. Since she had been de-facto divorced from Eric for years, she generally only wore his ring when she left her house and wanted to cut down on the number of men who were always propositioning her.)

Susan blushed even redder than she already had been. "Suzanne, you're such a meanie today. Why must you flaunt my infidelity?"

Suzanne acted surprised and confused. "Infidelity? Are you thinking of having sex with somebody? I thought that we were just providing Sweetie with some visual stimulation." She thought, Teasing Susan is just too much fun! Now that I've started, I can't stop. I need to behave or I'll scare her off.

Susan blushed about five shades deeper. She stammered, "No! Of course not! You're still married too, you know!"

Alan wasn't quite sure what good pointing that out did, but it made him feel even more insanely aroused than he already was.

He considered getting out of the pool, but thought, Man, how am I going to hide my hard-on in this swimsuit? The damn thing is so insistent that it's threatening to pop out the top. There's no way I can adjust it to hide it, not with all this nakedness going on. It feels like a damn baseball bat. Dang! Well, I can't stay in here forever. Maybe I'll just rush to one of those lounge chairs while their heads are turned.

That's what he did, except that as soon as he got out of the water the others all heard the tell-tale sounds and turned to look. All eyes were glued to the bulge in his crotch until he finally made it to the lounge chair.

He sat down and tried to compose himself. Things were surprisingly quiet; the others were waiting to hear from him.

Finally, he asked, "So... Um, how long have you all been lying there like that?"

"Oh, we've been in these chairs for about an hour," his mother replied. "Pretty much ever since you left to take your nap."

Katherine giggled at her deliberate avoidance of answering his question.

Susan was lying between Suzanne and Katherine and didn't have a good view of where Alan was sitting. So she rose up in the lounge chair a bit and turned on her side somewhat to better look at him, allowing him to see most of her boobs hanging down. Only her nipples were still pressed against the plastic of the lounge chair. She continued, "But it was only a few minutes ago when Suzanne forced us to take off our bikinis, right after I ran up and got you. What do you think; are we more than you can handle?"

"Uuuuhh, no. I'm cool. It's cool."

His sister giggled at that, and then they all giggled. His attempt at appearing casual and nonchalant was laughably bad and obvious to all.

He asked Susan, "Did you say she forced you to get naked?" His head was suddenly filled with images of a sexy catfight in which Suzanne managed to overpower both Susan and Katherine, ripping all their clothes off in the process.

Susan said with obvious shame, "Yes, she forced me. She's such a meanie! She says that I'm not allowed to wear anything around you but my wedding ring! Isn't she cruel?" Her legs twitched and writhed uncomfortably, as if she had been tied up and was struggling to break free.

He was so aroused yet frustrated that he wanted to bang his head on the pool decking and cry. I can look at Mom all I want, but never touch! Heck, even Aunt Suzy doesn't really let me touch her. And they all look so friggin'... touchable!

As if she were a mind reader, Suzanne said to him, "You know what, girls? I don't know about you, but I certainly could use some more suntan lotion. With this pale skin I've got I can get a sunburn from a flashlight. Sweetie, honey, can you help me out here? I'm feeling too lazy to do it myself. Actually, you should help us all out."

His eyes bugged out.

Katherine's and Susan's did too. This hadn't been mentioned as part of Suzanne's original dare, and they didn't know what to think. Susan in particular would have complained except that she was so extremely horny.

Alan managed to nod 'Yes.'

Then Suzanne casually added, "Well then, since we all just took off our bathing suits, I'm sure our creamy white butts could especially use some lotion."

Here we go again, he thought, with that mixed feeling of fear and anticipation that he'd come to know well in recent days. More sexy craziness! I love it, even though my heart is pounding so hard it feels like I'm gonna die!

But he merely said, "I'm glad to help. Who wants to go first?"

Suzanne suggested, "Why don't you do your mother, and then do your sister? Then you can do me."

He wondered at the possible double meaning in her tone of voice, especially in the way she said the word "do" each time. He asked himself, Was I the only one who noticed that? I mean, I practically came on the spot the third time she said "do" in that raspy voice of hers. I don't know how, but somehow even that voice is too sexy!

Susan protested, "No! Tiger, please. I'm not ready."

But Suzanne said, "What's not to be ready? You don't need a Ph.D. to have suntan lotion put on you. Sit up and let him put some lotion on your back, already."

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86 Susan - Lotion

"Sit up"?! Susan was incredulous at what Suzanne was suggesting. If I do that, he's going to see my breasts for sure, even if he's right behind me! She was going to put her foot down and insist that he "do" her last, but somehow the idea of her son looking at her big globes broke her resistance. It was as if her tits demanded to be looked at, and her brain and the rest of her body were just along for the ride.

She whimpered and kept her eyes closed as she silently sat up. Her nipples were erect and her head was reeling from an overdose of lust and desire. She at least tried to keep her legs together so he could only see a little bit of her dark brown bush.

Alan nervously went to his mother and sat behind her on her lounge chair. His hands shook so badly that he could barely get the lotion out of the bottle. It was the first time he'd really touched his mother, outside of rare occasions like hugging.

Fucking hell! I'm running my hands up and down Mom's back, and she's totally fucking naked! I could reach around right now and cup her bare tits in my hands! Or I could just slide my hands down and caress her bare ass! Dang, she's just so fucking hot, how can I resist?!

Susan was thinking much the same things, except with the point of view reversed. Tiger... Tiger's running his hands all over my nude body! It's like I'm some kind of slut for him! Oh God! Son, I love the feel of your hands on my back, but don't stop there! Turn me around and grope my breasts while you kiss my lips! Thrill me! Possess me! Make me yours! Let me be your naked mommy slut. Let me help you do your thing! Oh God, I want to help you so very, very much! Let me give you an abnormality check right now. No, better yet, let me check it with my mouth! Suzanne talks so much about the utter joy of sucking your BIG COCK! Please, let me suck it!

Needless to say, her moral and religious concerns were forgotten in the heat of the moment, although a forbidden thrill remained. But she just sat there and didn't say a thing or let on how incredibly aroused she was, because she remained very aware that Suzanne and Katherine were nearby and probably watching her every move.

The minutes passed. Alan slowly calmed down and stopped shaking nervously as he grew accustomed to applying the lotion. He could feel that Susan was nervous, but was slowly relaxing as well. But just because they grew more accustomed to the situation, that didn't mean that their arousal levels went down at all.

"Mommy, I want you to stand up and face me. With your arms at your sides. Spread your legs and thrust your chest out so I can play with your pussy and tits!"

"But Son!"

"Do it!"

"Yes... Yes, sir!"

Those were some of Susan's thoughts as Alan continued to run his hands over every inch of her shapely back. She felt like her body was burning up. If it was possible to climax just from a back massage, she was a leading candidate.

As he grew bolder, he considered going further around her sides so he could touch the edges of her breasts. And he did, but just a little bit. He just didn't have the self-confidence with women to initiate anything on his own, despite going nearly out of his mind with desire as his hands wandered over his mother's nearly perfect form.

His hands went lower, towards her ass. There was no obvious line to stop at, since she was so prudish that she'd seldom been in the sun except when wearing "granny" dresses. So he was able to be bolder there; he went lower than the top of her ass crack several times.

Susan rewarded him for his boldness with some very erotic-sounding moaning.

He would have gone lower still except that he was conscious of the other two watchers.

Eventually he finished with her back. That put him at a loss over what to do next. The safe thing was to do her legs next, but he couldn't do that while she was still sitting up.

Suzanne and Katherine were both keeping a very close eye on his progress. Seeing his problem, Suzanne resolved it by saying, "Sweetie, your fuddy-duddy mother never goes nude, so her butt is really white. Make sure to pay special attention to that with the lotion, or it'll get burned."

Susan said, "Darn you, Suzanne, we didn't agree to that. And I'm no fuddy-duddy. I just happen to believe in some bedrock Christian values."

"Well then, prove it by lying down so he can have proper access to your ass."

Frowning, Susan pretended great reluctance as she did so. "I'll have you know that I'm only doing this under duress." But on the inside, she couldn't have been more thrilled.

Suzanne's suggestion for Alan to pay special attention to Susan's ass didn't make much sense - just like the even paler Suzanne, Susan's skin wasn't any more pale on her butt than anywhere else since she didn't really have any tan lines. However, it was a good excuse for Alan to completely explore her ass, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity. While he wasn't brave enough to initiate things on his own, he was able to take advantage of any openings that were handed to him.

Susan continued to complain as she lay down, "You said he wouldn't touch us in any sensitive places and only do our backs."

Suzanne responded, "I never said anything about sensitive places; I just said you'd only have to lie face down. Well, you're lying face down. Do you want to get a big sunburn on your posterior? We can call that the fuddy-duddy tan."

"Oh, poo! Very well. I am not a fuddy-duddy. I'll show you! Tiger, my cutie, I suppose it's okay if you do my ass. Please be careful though, okay?"

He wanted to shout "Do your ass!? Don't mind if I do!" Instead he just nodded, but then realized she couldn't see that. So he said "Okay" as he started to rub. He didn't really know what "be careful" meant. For the moment, he decided to touch only the relatively safer areas of her ass cheeks and upper thighs and avoid exploring her ass crack. This was the first time he'd been able to really fondle her ass for any length of time. He was surprised at the sheer amount of flesh, especially since Susan was nearly six feet tall and thus no pixie. There was no excess flab to be felt anywhere.

Man, I can't believe I'm fondling Mom's ass! And with Sis and Aunt Suzy watching, no less! Too hot!

He was content to keep kneading her ass cheeks. Not only did her buttocks feel fantastic - soft and yet somehow firm at the same time - but before long Susan relaxed even more and started steadily purring with pleasure. At first, her purring just sounded like shallow breathing, but then it slowly began to sound more sexual, more passionate. His erection was so stiff and engorged that he couldn't get his mind off it; it was constantly calling out for attention, craving release.

The supposed application of suntan lotion had turned into a massage if not an outright assault, but Susan didn't seem to mind. He only applied some new lotion to his hands when he wanted more lubrication so that his hands could continue to slip and slide easily over her silky smooth skin.

As he massaged her ass, he noticed that she was keeping her legs very firmly closed so that he couldn't get anywhere near her snatch. Her whole ass was repeatedly clenched in an apparent attempt to keep even her ass crack from being invaded. But as the minutes passed and she relaxed more and more, the clenching ended and her legs even separated a bit.

Susan felt like she was having an out-of-body experience; her head seemed to have no power to control what was happening to her body. After she belatedly realized that her legs were no longer clamped tightly together, she thought, Goodness gracious! Tiger can see everything now! He can probably see my labia, if he's a naughty boy! I really should hold my legs together. What kind of mother spreads her legs for her son?

A naughty mommy, that's what kind! I'm just so horribly naughty. So deliciously, wonderfully naughty! I really should close my legs. That WOULD be the proper thing to do. ... I really should...

But her legs didn't close. She was lost in a lazy, happy, erotic haze, and any movement seemed like a huge bother.

He did see her pussy lips, but only a hint. They were mostly hidden in the shadows between her legs. He could easily see her anus though, especially when he spread her ass cheeks wide to get a good look at her ass crack. This was the first time he'd seen it up close, and the sight powerfully affected him.

He lost track of time while massaging her ass, but eventually he realized he'd been at it so long that if he didn't get to her arms and legs, she actually would start to get a sunburn on them. He loved her dearly and didn't want that to happen. So he reluctantly pulled away from her ass, but as a parting shot his fingers made a few passes right into her ass crack.

She responded with even more sexy purring and moaning.

He was actually relieved to work on her arms and then her lower legs for a while. His erection couldn't stay so hard forever. It didn't exactly go flaccid, but it did soften a bit while he worked on her extremities and tried to think of nonsexual things, such as imagining Rosanne Barr and her TV husband John Goodman sitting around naked and sweating profusely. That helped a lot.

He realized that he'd leaked so much pre-cum that he had a big wet spot on the front of his swimsuit, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He also repeatedly inhaled her aroma, because the smell of Susan's wet pussy filled the air. That was one reason he had such a difficult time becoming flaccid.

He slowly worked his way up her thighs until his fingers got within a few inches of her slit. He was continually staggered that there was no bikini or bathing suit to reach. His erection again grew hard as diamond, but he didn't push his luck and try to get any closer. He was absolutely ecstatic at being allowed to touch her skin in this sensual way anywhere at all, and didn't want to blow it.

When he was done, Susan slurred, "Shhanks a ton, shport," and then hiccupped.

Only then did he realize just how tipsy the women all were. He finally took a look at something other than his mother's naked body, noticing not one but two empty wine bottles on an end table next to their chairs, plus a third bottle that had been opened. This must explain their collective insanity. I wonder what they'll think of me when they all sober up. I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts. I'll bet Mom is the most affected; she can't hold her liquor at all.

Susan had kept her eyes closed during nearly the entire massage. After Alan got off her lounge chair, she drifted off to the netherworld between sleeping and waking. She didn't hold her alcohol well, and she tended to get sleepy after only a very few drinks..

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87 Katherine - Lotion

Next it was Katherine's turn. To Alan's simultaneous delight and dismay, she seemed extremely eager for him to get started on her. She looked ready to burst.

All throughout the lotion application on his mother, Katherine had fidgeted about, kicking her legs restlessly. Sometimes she even ran her hands over the parts of her body which mirrored Alan's caresses on their mother as she fantasized about her brother touching her that same way, and more. She was already in an orgasmic nirvana before he even touched her for real.

Alan continued to be amazed at how dramatically she'd changed from the girl he thought he knew. That girl would never have considered going topless, much less bottomless, and the idea of a man then applying lotion to her naked skin probably would have caused her to faint with dismay. Yet here she was, her nonverbal communication practically begging him to run his hands all over her. Verbally, she remained silent.

He didn't realize how much her earlier ways had been a pose, designed to ward off unwanted attention and also to keep her mother happy. His sister may have looked the part of a prude, but she didn't hold those values in the same way that her mother did. On some level she'd been saving herself for her brother, even when she thought that there was at most a slim chance that anything would ever happen between them.

He wondered to himself, Does she think this is all some kind of game, like tickling when we were younger? This is so much more serious than that. Does she just want to help me do my thing, or does she want more? It's tempting, but I'm not going to do anything a brother shouldn't do when applying lotion to his sister. In fact, because she may be willing to go further, I'm going to have to be even more careful, for both of us. This is no time to get something going, not with Mom sitting a few feet away!

With his mother, Alan had sat behind her to apply the suntan lotion and started with her back. But now with Katherine he sat next to the lounge chair and started with her feet. He wanted to get used to touching her before getting to the "good stuff."

He discovered that he really enjoyed the feel of her skin, which was covered with a youthful peachy fuzz. Also, even though Susan was extremely fit from working out daily with Suzanne, Katherine was even firmer and fitter (thanks more to youth than effort). She had a tight and hard but not overly muscular body. He found himself running his hands all over her, just for the feel.

She didn't mind, even though it didn't have much to do with applying lotion or even massaging. Just like Susan, she started purring and moaning lightly.

He also took the time to appreciate her lovely aroma. With Susan he'd been so nervous that he'd barely noticed her smell at all, at least not until the scent of her wet sex became obvious.

Soon after he started applying the lotion, Katherine spread her legs a bit, allowing him to stare at her labia as he worked his way up her legs. As he moved his hands higher and higher up her thighs, she didn't say a word or make any noise to discourage him.

He wondered just how far he could probe. He found his excitement rising even higher as he contemplated touching her pussy. Dang! What if I just fingerfuck her right here, with Mom and Aunt Suzy lying right there? Would Sis want me to do that? She totally would, I can tell. Her groans are getting so loud and erotic as I near her pussy that I'm gonna cum any minute for sure.

But in the end he backed off, mostly because it was just too risky. Not only was Susan bound to notice, but Katherine might slap him for being too presumptuous. He resolved not to do anything a brother or a professional masseuse wouldn't normally do.

After he finished 'applying lotion' to most of Katherine's body, Suzanne made another "helpful" suggestion. "Sweetie, it looks like you have magic hands. I can hardly wait until you come over here. You should straddle her legs for easier access." Her words had deliberate double meaning. She even had a long pause after "come," implying that she meant "cum, over here."

He sat on top of his sister's legs to do her ass and back. It occurred to him that his erection, still frantically trying to fight its way through the fabric of his swimsuit, was now mere inches from his sister's naked slit. That thought didn't help him cool off, especially since her legs were spread wider than Susan's, giving him a better view of the lower part of her pussy.

It also didn't help that, while his mother had limited herself to moaning, Katherine started to murmur some words that only he could hear. She said things like, "Mmmm! ... Good! ... That feels so good! Mmmm... Do me there. Yes! Do me there! ... More." He at least felt relieved that he was wearing conservative bathing trunks that were really more like regular shorts, instead of those tiny thongs that European men wore. He was embarrassed enough as it was, and could do little to relieve his raging boner.

He gave her ass a very thorough working over, but again avoided all but the fleshy cheeks. It wasn't that he didn't want to explore her ass crack, but she was getting so into it and getting so vocal that he worried about what she might say or do. He imagined Susan rousing herself from her drowsy slumber as Katherine shouted something like, "Oh yeah! Plunge your fingers into my hot box! Go for it!"

He also felt self-conscious because he knew Suzanne was very much awake and carefully watching every move he made from behind her dark sunglasses. She wasn't saying anything, neither approving nor disapproving, which made him feel a bit nervous.

He was getting close to cumming, causing him to try and pace himself. He tried hard not to look at his sister's pussy so much, but couldn't help staring at it sometimes.

But then impulsively, just as he was about to finish with her butt, he grabbed her ass cheeks with his hands and dug his fingers into them as far as he could.

She responded by opening her legs even wider than before.

He found himself staring at her asshole and much of her pussy. But as he moved his hands in towards her ass crack, she cried out, "Oh, yes! Like that!"

He looked over to Susan in fright to see if that had woken her, just as he had been fearing would happen. But she was either still asleep or in a happy daze. Spooked by the close call, he pulled his fingers away from her flesh.

"Noooo..." his sister moaned petulantly.

Alan knew he should stop. Katherine's voice was getting too loud, too obviously sexual. It was too dangerous all around. But he was so aroused that he kept going. He planted his fingers back into her ass cheeks and started probing her ass crack with a stray finger or two.

"More like that!" she said loudly. "More in the butt! So good!"

He started working his fingers like a baker working raw dough.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Like that, Big Brother! Mmmm, yeah! Deeper in the butt!"

Alan looked over at Suzanne and saw her giggling behind her sunglasses. He didn't realize it from her hard-to-read expression, but she was amused at his distress at being torn between wanting to go further and knowing that he should stop.

He had a sudden attack of guilt, mostly brought on by Katherine's use of the word "brother." I AM her brother. Her older brother. What am I doing? I'm taking advantage of her. She probably doesn't even know what she wants, and I'm practically molesting her. She must be confused by all this, this "help him do his thing" and "provide visual stimulation" talk. He got up wordlessly and backed away, almost as if in horror over what he'd considered doing.

He'd completely misread her. She griped in a pouty voice as she felt his body lift, "Is that all?" Seeing that he was really finished, she turned her body so that she was lying more on her side than her front and said, "Thanks, Bro. I really enjoyed that." She was flashing him with a full view of her pussy and tits as seductively as she could, running her hands over the front of her voluptuous body as if she were still tingling all over from his touch.

Alan smiled weakly and gulped. Dang! But she IS still my sister! Shouldn't I be trying to stop things? God, I don't know anything anymore. I just know I have to cum so bad that I wanna fall to my knees and cry!

He was deeply conflicted. The very taboo of their touching intensified his erotic urges. His sister's moans and cries, her willing, open legs, the feel of her clenching ass cheeks, the thought of her grabbing his erection in the water earlier - it was all too much for him to take. Dammit, fuck it! Maybe I should just throw all caution to the wind, pull out my dick, and fuck Sis right here! Fuck it! I'm so close to just losing my mind! If only Mom and Aunt Suzy weren't here, I'd do it!

With that thought, he was reminded that he still had to do Suzanne.

He looked over at her. Her legs were closed with one over the other, but her big pale tits were exposed for him to see. That made him all the more excited, so much so that he was ready to all but attack her. If not her, then somebody, anybody. I can't take it anymore! I have to cum or die!

He spoke up. "Um, Aunt Suzy? I was just thinking. It seems like we're running low on wine. Why don't I go inside and get some drinks? And some snacks too?"

She knew what he really wanted to do: go inside and masturbate. Taking off her high heels and sunglasses, she stood up in all her naked glory. "Oh no you don't! I know what you're planning on doing in there. Don't worry, though. Trust your Aunt Suzy." She started forward.

He thought she was coming at him, but she walked right past him..

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88 Underwater Handjob - Suzanne

Suzanne took some more steps towards the pool. Then she jumped in. She picked a depth where her feet could reach bottom before her head got wet. (She hated getting her hair wet, since it ruined her carefully-cultivated wavy hairstyle.)

Alan loved watching her naked body in the water. It made him want to cum. Everything now made him want to cum, need to cum, almost beg to cum. He knew that if he touched the bulge in his swimsuit, he would make a big mess for sure.

Standing in the water near him, she suggested, "You must be hot, Sweetie, so jump right in!"

So he did. He figured it could only cool him down, in more ways than one.

But only a minute or two after he jumped into the pool again, he found himself in water that came up to his chest with the nearly-as-tall Suzanne standing right in front of him, eyeing him.

She silently worked her way towards him with a deadly serious gaze, like a tiger quietly stalking its prey.

He backed away from her naked body, until he backed right into the side of the pool.

She kept coming towards him, finally pinning him to the wall, putting her arms on the rim of the pool on each side of him.

He felt like she was the predator and he was the prey. He instinctively tried to duck down to get away from under her arms, but she kept coming forward and squashed her tits into his chest as she embraced him. He gave up trying to escape and stood back up.

One of her hands reached down to his swimsuit and went inside. She put her head right next to his and whispered, "Don't worry; let Aunt Suzy take care of you. She wants to make you happy - very happy. She loves you very much."

That was about as close as she'd ever gotten to telling him directly of her deep love for him. Unfortunately, he didn't pay it much attention because he was so distracted. Her exploring hand quickly found his hard-on and grasped it tightly.

Alan was ready to panic. He looked over at Katherine, who was looking right back at him. He wondered how much she could tell was going on.

Suzanne finally spoke out loud, though still using a quiet voice so to avoid waking Susan. "How are you holding up, Sweetie?" she said teasingly as she began stroking his erection underwater. "How are things hanging?"

There was a heavy emphasis on the words "up" and "hanging" as she subtly lowered her voice to a gentle and seductive whisper in his ear. "It's about time for one of your daily stimulations, isn't it?"

"Um... Yeah... Well, uh..." He was struck dumb by her great beauty, not to mention the danger of the situation. He looked over at Susan and saw that her eyes were still closed. He looked again at Katherine. Does Sis know what Aunt Suzy is doing to me? I mean, we're standing in pretty deep water here, but my aunt is all over me like white on rice. She must at least guess, right?

However, he held his tongue. He didn't want to say or do anything that would draw Katherine's or Susan's attention. The one good thing about his position was that he was on the same side of the pool as the lounge chairs, which meant that the very fact that Katherine and Susan were so close to the deck made it impossible for them to see much more than his and Suzanne's heads.

Suzanne worked his swimsuit all the way down his legs to get it out of the way (with his willing assistance), and then started to stroke his erection in earnest. At the same time she said, and not too quietly, "Angel knows. Your sister knows I'm jacking you off. I'm stroking your cock!"

He finally lost it. His body seemed to crumble as he shot off into Suzanne's hand, but she hugged him tighter and held him up. Rope after rope of cum squirted into the water, most dissipating immediately. But some of the bigger strands stayed intact and floated away, at least for a little while.

He wasn't sure whether he'd passed out or not, because the next thing he knew he was still in the pool, still being hugged by Suzanne. However, his breath was fairly calm and his mind was more at ease.

Suzanne knew how overcome he must have been, so she simply held him in a tender embrace until he recovered. The fact that she was naked and his swimsuit had somehow floated off didn't matter because Suzanne was there to support, not to arouse.

But after a while, they each grew more aware that they were naked and in an intimate embrace.

He felt so satisfied that it seemed to him that he'd never need to cum again in his life. But as he rested in Suzanne's arms without speaking, with her heavy breasts pressing into him, he found his penis rising once again.

She could feel it rising along her thigh as it filled with blood, seemingly heading with a purpose the short distance towards her snatch. Her nipples grew erect again and she whispered, "Am I under attack by a mini-submarine, or are you just happy to see me?"

He laughed, and then said, "I'm just happy to see you. VERY happy to see you. Aunt Suzy, you mean so much to me."

"Oh, Sweetie!" She leaned forward and tilted her head, closing in for a kiss. But at the last minute she remembered she wasn't supposed to do that, so instead she ended up merely kissing him on the nose. To make up for it, she then ran her tongue along his cheekbone to his earlobe and licked all over his ear.

He was surprised at just how pleasurable that was. It helped inspire his erection to reach full size just as she grasped it again.

She brought both hands to it so she could really go to town under the water, but he kept his arms around her so that their hug didn't end either.

They both looked over to Susan to see if she was awake yet. She was, though she still seemed kind of out of it and she hadn't really focused on them yet. Then they looked to Katherine to see if she was looking at them. She was, with a big approving smirk on her face, no less.

As Suzanne stroked, she started carrying on a conversation to make it look like they were facing each other closely just to converse. She said in a reasonably loud voice, "So, Sweetie, I've been thinking about your stimulation problem."

Needless to say, she purposely picked a topic that would further fluster and arouse him (as if that was even possible at this point!). "I've been thinking about different ways the three of us could better inspire you to reach your daily target."

"I think you're doing a great job," he replied, while nodding down toward where her hands were busy sliding back and forth along his shaft.

She smiled. "Oh, do you? Did you hear that, Susan? He says that I'm doing a great hand... job. I mean job. Great job!" She laughed. She'd misspoken on purpose, knowing from experience what Susan looked like when she wasn't paying attention.

"Whaa...? Wha was... Shhhomewaah talkin' to me?" Susan didn't get up, but adjusted herself in the lounge chair so she could look over at Suzanne. She was still completely naked, of course, but too out of it to realize what she was showing.

Alan was alarmed by that, but, not surprisingly, also very aroused. He had a fantastic view of the front half of his mother's perfect bombshell body. What frustrated him was that he couldn't say anything to Suzanne to give her a hard time for courting danger. He couldn't even give her a look without now potentially drawing Susan's suspicion. But then he realized that Susan's view of them was from their shoulders on up. So he reached down and pinched Suzanne on the thigh.

Suzanne said to Susan, "Yes, I was just talking to my Sweetie here. We're discussing ways to improve the quantity and quality of his daily stimulation."

Susan sat up, giving Alan an even better view of her voluptuous nudity. She was trying to focus so that she wouldn't miss any of this important conversation.

Suzanne kept talking to Alan on the subject. But she spoke clinically and in a nearly emotionless tone even while her hands wanked him underwater with enthusiasm. She used generic words and phrases, discussing such things as the need for additional "tactile agitation" and "oral stimulation," but the obvious meaning was more handjobs, blowjobs, and the like. Additionally, her words were filled with double meanings and puns. For instance, with the fingertips of both hands pumping on his shaft, she talked about the need to "stroke his ego" so he could "stand tall and make a big splash with the girls."

Alan imagined that Katherine's and Susan's eyes were boring into the back of his head, but he had no way of knowing if they were looking at him or not. In any case, there was nothing he could do about it except stay as quiet and still as he could and act casual, since he was totally in Suzanne's power.

He'd thought that water would be a great lubricant for sex, but that turned out not to be the case. In fact, because his pre-cum dissipated in the water rather than providing lubricant, being submerged made it more difficult for Suzanne to jack him off. But in the end that difficulty ended up helping him last a little longer than he otherwise would have.

Still, he couldn't last very long, since he was thinking about his totally naked mother and sister while Suzanne rubbed her big tits against him and covertly stroked his stiffness.

As he approached climax, Suzanne continued to talk to him in a flat monotone: "So again we return to the question of assistance in achieving your stimulation target. Would it be proper for others to assist you manually, or orally, or perhaps stimulation through the soft flesh of a woman's cleavage? And if so, who exactly would be willing to assist you in this manner? Do you think, perhaps, one woman is not enough? Would you prefer two tongues on your erection at once, or maybe even three?"

As she said this, her hands flew up and down his shaft as fast as she could move them through the resistance of the water (which, admittedly, wasn't that fast).

He felt himself gearing up for another big climax.

But all of a sudden, Suzanne pulled away. He didn't even have anyone to hug anymore. He watched, perplexed, as she started to get out of the pool..

Damn, Suzanne..

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89 First Touch @ Aunt Suzy's Pussy

Susan appeared to be rousing herself a bit more, though she was clearly drunk, while Suzanne and Katherine were merely tipsy. She pointed an accusing finger at Suzanne. "Whaa are you two guysh doin' o'er dere? Shumpting's fissshy." But Suzanne by this point was already climbing out of the pool.

Susan saw that Alan was watching Suzanne get out of the pool, and pointed with alarm, "Look out, Shusee! He can totalleee see your pusshy!"

Suzanne pretended to mind, partially covering her bush with a hand. She stood right in front of Alan, towering over him as he looked up at her from within the pool. "Are you trying to look at my pussy, Sweetie?" She placed a hand defiantly on one of her hips.

"Not that much," he replied. That was mostly true, because he was looking over all of her incredible body as she stood above him with her big tits dangling down, and not just at her pussy.

Suzanne walked back to her lounge chair, still completely naked and boldly visible to the world. Cleverly, she'd brought Alan's swimsuit with her. "You see that, Susan? He's not staring at my pussy that much. So no problem."

Susan didn't know what to say to that. She had the feeling that something wasn't right. She looked all around. Suzanne, no clothes. Angel, no clothes. ME, no clothes! Don't people usually wear clothes? She assumed that Alan was still wearing his swimsuit, since she could only see him from his shoulders up, and she hadn't noticed Suzanne unobtrusively carrying it to her chair.

Katherine was resentful that Suzanne had gotten to have all the fun in the pool while all she could do was watch from afar. She fretted, but kept quiet. She knew that, as Alan's sister, there were more limits on what she could do with Susan around than what Suzanne could do.

Alan thought, Aunt Suzy obviously isn't going to return my bathing suit. She's having too much fun stealing it and then watching me squirm. Damn! And Mom is slowly waking up, so the quicker I get out of here, the less she's going to mind.

He waited until Susan closed her eyes, as she seemed to briefly drift off into some sleepy daydream now that nothing interesting appeared to be happening in the pool. Then he hopped out and hurried over to Suzanne's lounge chair, cupping his privates with both hands. As soon as he got there, he wrested his swimsuit back from her. Luckily for him, she didn't put up much of a fight, since she'd only wanted to tease him a little bit, not make things impossibly difficult for him.

He managed to get it back on before Susan opened her eyes and looked his way again. He considered himself very lucky.

Suzanne remained sitting naked on her lounge chair right next to him. She started vigorously drying herself with a towel, though it seemed that the only parts that were getting rubbed were her breasts.

"Now that I'm all wet, you're really going to have to do me," Suzanne said to Alan in a scratchy voice filled with innuendo. "But first, please dry me off with the towel." She lay face down on the lounge chair.

It was such a hot day that he didn't care whether he was wet or dry, so he didn't bother to towel himself off first. He had better things to do. He realized Suzanne's request was just a thinly-veiled invitation for him to explore her body, so he did.

Suzanne seemed to enjoy the rough feel of the towel over her skin, so he rubbed her more vigorously with it. The harder he rubbed her the more happily she moaned. He moved the towel in big sweeps all over her body, so she never knew what spot he'd attack and explore next.

He could have done that all day, but he realized putting lotion on her directly with his own hands would be even better. So he put the towel aside and started in with the suntan lotion. He was calmer now than when he'd been in the pool, since he'd climaxed twice recently, but his penis was still very erect and aroused.

He leaned forward and whispered, "Mom is right. You are a meanie. You left me hanging back there."

She looked over at Susan, who was looking away. Then she briefly cupped the impressive package in his swimsuit. "Looks like you're still hanging, big boy."

He just shook his head in disbelief. He knew everything she did was designed to give him pleasure, so he could hardly get upset at her devious ways. Instead, he squirted some lotion on his hands and started with her legs.

Suzanne complied by spreading her legs wide open. They were spread even wider than Katherine's had been, so that her feet and lower legs hung clear off the sides of the lounge chair.

As he worked his fingers up towards her thighs, both of them got increasingly excited. Once he got near the top of her legs, Suzanne said, "Straddle me!"

So he did.

She added quietly, "It's time you do your favorite cocksucker!"

Susan sat up blearily in her lounge chair. "Whadjoo juss say, Suze?" she asked as she tried to stay propped up.

Alan looked over and saw her large, firm tits bouncing around on her chest. They finally came to a halt and dangled there temptingly. Then he looked at the equally delectable and curvy Suzanne right in front of him and thought, Today is a great day. A very, very great day!

Suzanne said to Susan in an easily understood voice, "I said, 'It's time you do your favorite cocksucker.' As in one who sucks cocks. As in me, since I've been sucking his cock."

She giggled nervously, realizing that she was pushing her luck. But she was fairly tipsy and knew that Susan hardly had the right to complain. After all, Suzanne had told her about the blowjobs in such detail that it was practically as if Susan had been in the same room watching them.

Susan nonetheless whined, "Shushanne! Sho wery impwoper! Shuch wangwauge."

Everyone had a good laugh at that, as Susan's voice really sounded ridiculous, almost like Elmer Fudd's. The idea that she would object to the use of the word "cock" or "cocksucker" but not object to her friend actually sucking her son's cock was also fairly absurd.

Susan flopped back down onto her lounge chair and closed her eyes again. She lay face up - a fact that Alan certainly appreciated. She struggled to stay awake, sometimes closing her eyes, then fighting to keep them open at other times. She was trying to make sure that Alan and Suzanne didn't go too far, or at least that, if they did, she'd get to watch.

Alan worked his way up Suzanne's legs. Because she was so pale-skinned, he decided he really should cover her thoroughly with lotion before playing around. So he did her arms and back fairly quickly, rushing to get to her ass.

Once he finished covering her ass with a quick coat of lotion, he kept at her ass but at a more relaxed pace. Sitting on top of Suzanne's legs, with her ass cheeks in both hands, he thought, YES! Now, THIS is the life! My naked Amazon buxom aunt in hand, and Mom and Sis lying naked nearby and looking on. And in the great outdoors, no less. It doesn't get any better than this!

Okay, if I was getting blown at the same time, it would be better. But only just barely, that's how ecstatic and aroused I am!

He spent a very long time on Suzanne's ass. Since it was Suzanne, he felt freer to get overtly sexual, especially when Susan had her eyes closed.

Susan appeared to be drifting in and out of some kind of sleepy daydreaming state. Sometimes she let out the "mmmm" sound she often made when quite aroused.

He was getting a very rapid education in women's asses. First he'd caressed Susan's, then he'd more vigorously probed Katherine's, and now he felt free to go even further on Suzanne's. He started where he had left off with Katherine, by digging into her ass cheeks and mauling them. He alternated that with softly stroking them, keeping his hands a fraction above her skin so that he lightly grazed her fine hairs.

That gave her goose bumps, and the alternation between styles also seemed to increase her horny moaning.

This time he also didn't hesitate to explore her ass crack. He discovered that when he probed it, or her perineum - the area between her anus and her pussy - that created a lot of especially happy moans. However, he was too shy to get near her asshole itself.

Katherine grew intensely jealous as she watched from a few feet away. She could see just how he was going much farther with Suzanne than he had gone with her. That made her wish that she could have been last.

So far, he had avoided directly touching Suzanne's pussy, even though he had great access to it between her legs. He'd come quite close, but wanted a sign from her before he took that next step. After all, just the day before yesterday, she'd let him closely examine it, but she'd made it very clear that he wasn't allowed to touch it.

The awaited sign finally came - one he couldn't possibly misunderstand. Suzanne, seeing that Susan appeared to have drifted back to sleep again, reached around behind her and grabbed him by the wrist. She guided his hand right to her pussy and said, "You missed a spot."

He began exploring it very thoroughly. Early on, Suzanne reached back again and brought his fingers to the little nub above her slit. She said quietly, "That's my clitoris, my clit. Rub it a lot, but very gently. Think of it like the penis for women. It gets erect too. All the pleasure nerve endings you have in that big dick of yours, and a lot more, are packed in this tiny little thing."

He really went to work on her clit after hearing that.

She loved it so much that she threw caution to the wind. She turned over to give him even better access to her crotch and, especially, to her clit. She didn't mind that Katherine was watching, but she crossed her fingers and prayed that Susan would remain asleep.

This was the first time he'd had a good chance to both touch and study a woman's pussy up close. He tried to memorize every last detail, as if he would never see another. He paid close attention to how Suzanne was leaking her own juices. He petted her bush, stroked the outside of her engorged outer labia, and especially kept working on her clit, but as of yet he hadn't put his fingers inside her nether lips. He wanted to take things one step at a time, and there was no shortage of fun new things to try.

After some long moments of exploring, he'd obviously got Suzanne really going, judging by her happy coos and moans. Emboldened, he finally started to press two fingers between her labia.

But to his great surprise and disappointment, Suzanne immediately swatted his hand away just as he started to penetrate her. Yet she said nothing, and he couldn't read her facial expression.

He didn't understand the rules of what he could and couldn't do, so he gave up on that line of attack for the moment. He guessed that maybe she didn't want to get too hot and heavy with Susan threatening to stir at any moment.

However, he was allowed to keep touching her clit until she'd had a nice, and very quiet, climax. He was proud of himself for making her feel good.

Then she turned back over and whispered, "Sorry, Sweetie, we should end it there. Your mom is waking up again."

So he finally climbed off her. He'd easily taken twice as long with Suzanne as he had with either of the other two, all in all.

Once he got off her, she said, "Thank you, my Sweetie; that was very nice." Then, more to the others, she said loudly, "Alan does a very thorough job. Veeeerrry thorough!"

He was surprised to hear his sister Katherine reply, perhaps with a touch of jealousy, "Yes! A little too thorough if you ask me."

"That was very nice, Sweetie," said Suzanne again, "but I think it may almost be time for us all to turn over, don't you think, girls? Oh, and you may have to put more lotion all over our fronts. We're just so exposed!" She made the last part sound like she was a helpless girl being ravaged. "You should start with your mother again."

Alan looked over to Susan.

To his surprise, she was awake and staring at him. She turned over and said, "If I turn over, Tiger's gonna shee my pusshy." She was looking up at the sky with an expression of pure euphoria, perhaps even unaware that she'd already turned over and was showing him everything on her front side yet again.

It was too much for him to take. It's not that he didn't want to see them naked from the front - he most certainly did. But he was on the verge of orgasm again from all the excitement, and the sight of his mother turning over and lying there with her legs spread wide and knees bent looking so completely fuckable actually frightened him.

It wasn't just that he feared he would cum in his swimsuit at any second. Worse than that, he feared he might lose all mental control. By this point he was thinking of little other than fucking all three women, one after another. He suddenly imagined himself raping his mother right on her lounge chair, while she futilely punched him with her fists. Even worse, he imagined her quickly giving in and crying out in an ecstatic voice, "Sho wery impwoper!", of all things, while he pumped into her. It was too much for him to take. He felt his dick would erupt with a torrent of cum at any second.

Finally replying to Suzanne's comment about turning over, he said, "Uh, why don't you do that, but I've really got to go! See you later!" He bolted off like a deer for the house. He heard the sound of more tipsy giggling as he sped away, but didn't look back again.

Back in his room, he shot his load almost as soon as he could get a towel around his boner. Then he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep for a second nap..

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90 Are you already tired of me?

The experience at the pool left Alan completely drained, both physically and emotionally. He thought he'd had it for the day, and things appeared to have calmed down completely by the time he did some homework in the late afternoon. But there was still the whole evening to go.

Dinner was very awkward. Suzanne wanted to stay and eat with them yet again, but this time she was unable to escape from her obligations with her own family. So it was just Susan, Alan, and Katherine who ate together that night.

Susan appeared to be suffering from a hangover from all the alcohol and sun that she'd had that afternoon. She was a mess and had a pounding headache.

Luckily for Alan and Katherine, this prevented any kind of serious discussion about what had happened earlier. They each ate a TV dinner in near total silence.

Alan thought that if Susan were feeling better she would have given him and his sister a moralistic lecture about what had happened by the pool. Scantily-clad flirtation was out, given Susan's bad mood, which Katherine also wisely understood and respected, so she had dressed like her old self.

The rest of the evening started out very mellow, as everyone continued to recover from the afternoon. But then Suzanne and Amy came over again. Both were fancily dressed.

Suzanne walked into the house like she always did - as if she were family. She gave Alan a friendly wink as she walked past him.

But Amy stopped at the sight of Alan and looked at him as if they were having a dramatic and very joyous reunion. With arms outstretched and an even happier smile on her face than usual, she shrieked "Alan!" and gave him a big hug.

Amy was very touchy-feely and prone to hugs in general. Even so, this was unusual in the Plummer household, where physical displays of affection were rare because Susan had been raised to believe that such intimate contact was improper. In consequence, Amy normally restrained herself around their prudish household.

So Alan asked her quietly, "What's the occasion, Aims?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just glad to see you. Mom and I were at some boring, fancy dinner party thing. Everyone was so stuffy. I'm just so glad to be back with normal people!" Amy continued to cling to him. She wasn't wearing much, as she'd already taken off some of her formal attire. Furthermore, she was wearing a low-cut top, something that her mother almost never allowed her to wear.

He realized to his horror that his dick was erect and pressing into Amy. He commanded it: Down, boy! Down! Can't you even take a few hours rest?! But it didn't help. He rather forcibly but politely disengaged from the hug.

Amy didn't seem to mind at all; she just ran off to hug other people.

Alan thought, I guess that was just an innocent hug. I must still be aroused from everything earlier. I can't allow myself to get that kind of reaction when near the pure and innocent Aims. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her yesterday when I played with her nipples. In fact, Aunt Suzy would probably be upset with me if she knew. Why, I remember just a few years ago when Aims was a complete tomboy. I guess her mother's super-sexy genes are kicking in. Does she know her effect on men, or is she still a tomboy at heart? Now that I've seen her naked, I can't think of her like I did before.

The three Plummers and two Pestridges settled in and watched TV. The evening continued to be a mellow one as all but Amy were still mentally and physically recovering from their afternoon fun. Thus their energy level continued dropping until it seemed like all four were lifeless slugs, fused into the sofas.

Amy, though, remained bubbly, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Alan was very selective about what he watched on TV, so when nothing good appeared to be on he went back to his room to read. He was really into J.R.R. Tolkien since The Lord of the Rings movies had started coming out, and he was re-reading all the books by Tolkien that he'd read previously. By this time his energy level had revived, no doubt helped by the fact that he hadn't had any alcohol, unlike the other three.

But the one thing he didn't want to do was think. He was so blown away by what had happened earlier at the pool that he wanted a night to sleep on it before figuring out what it all meant and what he should be doing about it. He was fully on board for lots more sexual fun with Suzanne, but his feelings about what to do with Susan and Katherine were more conflicted. He just wanted to be alone and read his engaging book. He buried his nose further into it and tried to avoid any mental distractions.

However, Suzanne was on a very different wavelength. She held her liquor much better than Susan and Katherine (in part because she knew how to limit how much she drank), and didn't feel bad at all. In fact, given a few hours to rest in the late afternoon, she now felt downright energetic and horny.

The "suntan lotion application" at the pool had been like a dream come true for her. She'd wanted Alan badly for months, if not years. Now it was all coming together for her: not just her plan to seduce him, but even her larger, more ambitious plan to seduce the entire Plummer family (minus Susan's almost-always-absent husband, of course). Lying naked outside with the other two women and even bantering about cocksucking with Susan seemed like a stone's throw away from the completely open, communal, sexual relationship that she was envisioning could someday happen between the four of them. She was beside herself with excitement.

Susan had drifted off while watching TV, and Katherine and Amy seemed fully occupied by whatever program was on.

So Suzanne stole away, rushed up the stairs, and practically burst into Alan's room. But when she opened the door and took a good look at him, she could see their moods didn't jibe. For once, sex wasn't even on his mind. It didn't help that she wasn't dressed even slightly provocatively: she was still wearing her clothes from the formal dining engagement that she and Amy had attended with their family, and she even still had on her underwear. But she wouldn't be denied the needs of her voracious sexual hunger.

She sidled up to Alan, who had put down his Tolkien book and was fully engaged with her presence. "Alan, my Sweetie, how are you doing?"

"Okay," he grunted. She stood in front of him and stooped down a bit to where he was sitting at his desk.

She put her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. She worked in towards his neck with a vigorous massaging motion. With a voice all sweetness and light, she said, "Sweetie, that handjob was fun in the pool, don't you think, but I realized I haven't had a chance to give you your daily cocksucking today. How would you like that now?"

He replied honestly, "I don't know. I'm feeling kind of exhausted. After all, that's the problem that's causing all this - my tiredness." He didn't want to talk about what had happened at the pool.

"Awww. I'm hurt. I've only been helping you for a few days, and already you're tired of me and my cocksucking lips."

"No way, Aunt Suzy," he protested. "It's not like that. I could never get tired of you. Really. You're amazing!"

"Well then, I'll bet I can get you into a sexier mood so you can do your thing. Have you done it six times today yet? I'll bet you haven't."

"You've got me there," he admitted. He'd done it once upon waking, then school took most of his day, then there were three times in the afternoon. Even though the poolside experience was the most amazing erotic experience he'd yet had in his life, it had been mostly one of blue balls and very little actual direct stimulation except for what Suzanne had done to him underwater. It dawned on him that the last time he'd cum, just after the pool where he'd run inside and came almost before he could pull his swimsuit down, probably didn't count at all, according to Akami's rule that the only ejaculations that could be counted were those that directly followed prolonged tactile stimulation.

He calculated, and then said, "I think, honestly, just three times today so far."

Her eyes lit up. "Then you really need some help. I'm feeling randy as a goat. The way you touched me all over earlier - it gets me so excited just thinking about it. Let me get rid of all these annoying clothes.."

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91 Sexy Striptease - Another Blowjob

She stopped massaging his neck and stood up, but then an idea occurred to her. "Wait. Why don't you put on some music? Something sexy. I'll give you a little show. That'll put you in the mood."

Alan rolled his desk chair over to his CD collection. He had a lot of music, but he didn't know what qualified as sexy. It's not like I've got that song with all the horns in it that they always play during stripteases, he thought a little bit grumpily. Hmmm. What about "Legs" by ZZ Top? She could show her legs off nicely to that. Or "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince to, well, go crazy?

Oh, I know, he said to himself a little more brightly. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. If that isn't sexy, then nothing is. He put the CD in the player, then went back to his desk chair.

Suzanne liked his choice. She closed her eyes and started to sway around a bit. She looked at his lap and said, "You're not going to stay clothed like that, are you? Whip it out."

Alan duly unzipped his shorts. However, his penis was still stubbornly flaccid.

But then she started to groove.

He'd never seen her dance like that before, and was impressed at just how gracefully and rhythmically she could move.

Her whole body flowed to the music as she made long, slow, fluid movements to the sultry song. She ran her hands slowly up and down her still fully-clothed body. She wore a very stylish, fancy scarlet outfit. Now all that clothing worked to her advantage because she had more items to take off, including a jacket, vest, and blouse underneath.

More into it now, she began correcting the fact that she was so overdressed. Her long-sleeved jacket was the first item to come off. Then a pair of pants that was hindering her movements. One by one her other clothes came off. She'd never done a striptease for him before, but it seemed as if she was born to it.

Alan was beside himself with excitement. Despite his weary state, his erection started to rise.

As more items came off, he was surprised to find her actually wearing both bra and panties; it was the first sight of female underwear for him in days. The underwear was typically sexy: a lacy, partially see-through bra, and a tiny pair of panties made out of little more than gauze that just managed to cover her ass crack and bush. The fact that she was wearing these was purely a lucky accident, as she hadn't been expecting to be stripping later that evening when she'd dressed for dinner.

By this point he had a raging hard-on and his pulse was racing, but she was just getting started.

She worked on removing her bra, ever so slowly. But just as she started doing that, the song ended and another in a wildly different style began. She continued to groove as if Marvin Gaye were still playing, and cooed, "Quick. Something else. Sexy."

Alan was stuck. He had to act fast, but he couldn't think of another sexy song off the top of his head. With more time he would have made a different selection, but he put on "Boombastic" by Shaggy.

It was more of an upbeat song with a reggae-styled beat. That wasn't her normal style, but she liked it. She picked up the pace and switched to a more active and wilder dance. It evolved into a sexy bump and grind that got her sweaty from all the activity.

He found himself getting sweaty too, just from watching. His book was completely forgotten; he was hypnotized by her talented pelvic gyrations.

After a few minutes of heart-stoppingly beautiful, nearly-naked dancing, she fell to her knees and crawled towards him. She purposely had her bra barely clinging to her chest. Both bra straps had fallen from her shoulders, yet the cups somehow managed to cover her nipples and not much more. Her milky boobs hung down, seemingly forever, looking impossibly large. She looked up at him with pleading, dark green eyes.

Then she became playful and giggled. "Ooh! Looks like our little friend here likes the show." She sat back on her knees, reached out for his dick, and started stroking it. "You know what I've been doing lately?"

"No. What?" By this point he was in a great mood, ready for anything. Somehow just watching her had reenergized his entire body.

"Every time I come in here and give you a blowjob or handjob, you know what I do afterwards? I go and tell Susan all about it. Every last little detail. The way my hand slides up and down your cock, over and over. The way you shudder when I blow my breath lightly against it. The feel of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the saliva dripping off it. The taste of your delicious cum. The joy at seeing or tasting the first drops of pre-cum dribble out. Everything!"

His jaw practically hit the floor.

"She protests of course, and complains that it's 'so improper,' but she loves it. She can't get enough of my sexy talk. She gets so hot that she has to run back to her room and masturbate herself silly, every time. I thought you should know. I wonder how hot she'll get when she hears about this one."

"Are you serious? Or are you just saying that to arouse me?"

"I'm saying it NOW to arouse you, but it's completely true. We usually talk about it during our morning exercise session, right after you leave for school. You should see the fiery look in her eyes and the way her big tits heave with pure lust for you, her one and only son!"

Suzanne let go of his hard-on after giving it a final squeeze. Then she stood back up and returned to her dance. She knew it was a long song, so she wasn't worried about her tempo.

He was excited beyond all reason, especially after that tidbit of news about his mother. He panted and stroked himself with enthusiasm.

She finally took her bra off completely and twirled it over her head, around and around a finger. Then she let it fly across the room. She laughed at just how much she was acting like a real stripper; she was surprising even herself. She said to him, "Save some for me."

He slowed down his stroking.

Her panties came off a bit faster. She twirled them around and flung them away as well. She was as worked up as she'd ever been and didn't want to waste any time. With the song still playing, she dropped to her knees and brought his stiffness to her mouth.

She said, "Just think: because I tell Susan every last blow-by-blow detail, and I do mean blow by blow" - she blew on the head of his dick - "when I suck your cock, in a way, your mother is sucking it too. It's like she's here with us now, watching and listening!"

Then she took his stiffness into her mouth.

Alan was so close to the edge and her words were so hot that he came quickly. He lasted a minute at most before he shot his cum into her mouth. He nearly passed out from all the pleasure. His only regret was that he hadn't had a video camera to record her striptease so that he could treasure it forever.

But Suzanne still wasn't done. Since he was far behind in his daily count, she wanted to get at least one more cum out of him. She simply kept her mouth over his prick and remained sucking on his flaccidness.

Within a few minutes, his penis sprang back to life. Eighteen is the typical peak age of male sexual virility, a fact that was apparent to both Suzanne and Alan. He felt he could do no wrong and his erections would repeat forever.

In the middle of her renewed sucking, he asked, "Is that really, REALLY true? What you said about telling everything to Mom? I just can't believe it."

She switched to stroking and licking the tip of his dick so she could talk. "Believe it, baby."

"But she's so prudish!"

Suzanne pulled his shorts all the way off, so she could easily access his balls. "Ha! Yes, obviously there's that prudish part of her, but I've known for ages that there was a raging inferno of lust burning just beneath the surface. You know about the various affairs that I've had for a few years now, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, over time, I got in the habit of telling her all about them. In glorious Technicolor detail. How a man's hand felt on my breast." She brought his hand up to her breast as she said this. "Or how a hard cock drove deeper and deeper into my steaming pussy!" She swallowed his erection and took him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust.

Alan couldn't help but feel that it was him in her box instead. It was all he could do not to cum again immediately.

But then she suddenly withdrew again, as if nothing had happened. She said in a casual tone, "Of course, she tut-tutted and protested all the while, but I could tell how hot she got, every single time. It's like the moralistic preacher who's against pornography, yet repeatedly watches lots of porn just to confirm how wrong it is. Given how little sex she got from Ron, it was obvious to me that she was living vicariously through my affairs. Susan and I don't keep any secrets."

She added to herself, Well, not counting one or two I keep from her. But I do tell her just about everything I do, eventually. I'm more honest with her than I ever was with my parents or husband. It's almost like she's my conscience and I have to go to her for approval.

Blowing lightly on his sweet spot while tugging at his balls, she added in a breathy voice, "So, thanks to that little tradition, it goes without saying that we share almost everything that we do to you. I wasn't completely forthcoming to her at first, but now I can be honest in my blow" - she blew particularly seductively - "by blow" - she did it again - "by bloooow" - she repeated herself again just so she could blow even more on his sensitive skin - "with her. And she practically doesn't even know how to lie. She tells me everything, even her sexy dreams. It takes her a while to get going, but once she does she could easily spend ten minutes describing a five-minute dream blowjob on your cock; that's how much she loves it."

"Oh man!" He groaned loudly, because Suzanne had resumed her cocksucking as soon as she'd finished talking. Just as she'd done after her "steaming pussy" comment, she went deeper and deeper with each pass until she was practically deep throating him.

It was all too much for him; he blew his load after only a minute or so of such intense lip action.

When it was over, he had an overwhelming desire to take Suzanne in his arms and hold her and kiss her forever. But she was determined not to go any further than a blowjob, and wouldn't even allow a hug. She was in the driver's seat: she could do whatever she wanted, and he could only play along. He wasn't the type of guy to normally take liberties or push his luck.

Afterward they both sat on the floor, lying against his bed side by side.

Suzanne thought, It's all true. Those were good times, talking about my affairs with my best pal. I swear, I probably got more enjoyment out of telling her about my affairs and watching her busty body squirm around than in the actual affairs themselves. And that sharing tradition was key to inspiring my six-times-a-day scheme in the first place. I could see what a sexual being she really was, and it broke my heart knowing that she didn't even masturbate. I do feel bad lying to her and deceiving her about all this, but I can't feel too bad because I know better than anyone else just how terribly she's been suffering in so many ways.

Someday, she'll thank me, I'm sure. Probably some glorious day after she and I finish taking turns giving Sweetie a nice long cocksucking! Hee!

Turning her attention back to Alan, she commented, "Let's see. That's numbers four and five. We still have one more delectable mouthful of cum to go. But it's better to be a woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Guys are so frustratingly limited in the number of orgasms they can handle. But not women. I just came five times during those two songs alone."

"You did? I didn't even notice."

"You will. Believe me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll know everything there is to know about the female body. Actually I take that back, because I don't plan to ever be done with you. I'm going to be your special cock stroker and cocksucker forever, if you'll have me."

Once again he really wanted to kiss her. Lust was turning into love; he felt he was falling head over heels in love with this remarkable older woman. He'd already loved her as a person since before he could walk, but he'd long suppressed his lusty feelings for her. Now he was totally in love with her body too. He reached out towards her with both arms.

But still she wouldn't let him hug her, since she knew that would lead to a passionate kiss. She gently placed his arms back to where they'd been. "Remember," she said softly, "cocksucking is allowed, but no kissing."

"Why?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Because the goal is your six times a day, Sweetie. You don't want to make me all googly-eyed crazy over you with your undoubtedly excellent and passionate kissing, do you?"

He didn't know how to answer that. For one thing, he'd never really kissed a woman before, so he was hardly excellent at it. He got stuck on "Ummm..."

She pressed on, "Well then, as long as you respect my boundaries, I guess a little snuggle is okay."

He gratefully leaned up against her and put his arms around her. He was beyond happy.

She rested her head on his shoulder and heaved a big sigh of contentment. "Sweetie, I'm glad that you know that I've had a lot of affairs. After all, there aren't a whole lot of secrets between the four of us. Five really, with Amy, even though we don't tell her everything. But this is different than any affair or relationship I've ever had before. Those days are over. With you I feel so different. I don't want it to stop. I really hope we can keep doing this forever."

"I do too." He ran his hands through her long, dark, curly hair. He loved the way it felt silky smooth, and the way it could look red with certain lighting but not that red at all at other times. It was always changing its appearance, like sunlight sparking on the ocean.

They remained like that for about a half hour, talking and enjoying each other's company in a (mostly) non-erotic snuggle. He didn't directly assault her breasts or genitals but he did get to enjoy her naked body in subtle ways as he caressed her almost everywhere.

After a lull in the conversation, she looked at her watch and sighed with frustration.

"What is it?" he asked. He was in the middle of massaging her neck and shoulders just like she'd done to him earlier. The difference this time was that they were both completely naked.

"Well, my husband is-" She interrupted herself and laughed. "Remember him? I barely do. Anyway, Eric is probably expecting me. It's late. I wish I could stay here like this for hours, but I should get going." She stood up and started dressing.

Alan suddenly felt wistfully sad that she was leaving. He shivered at the mention of her husband Eric. In recent days he really had nearly forgotten that she was married. Then he thought, Not to mention my mom! She's married too. I can't believe I'm forgetting my own father. Talk about a bad parent, if he makes such a deep impression on his children. Not! It really is like I've never had a father at all. For years now, Ron has been like some distant relative who comes by for Christmas or Easter sometimes..

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92 "How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?"

Suzanne stood at the door, but then said something to shake him out of his thoughts, which were drifting towards a glum rumination about adultery. With a twinkle in her eye she said, "Wait a sec. I almost forgot something. Before I go, we still have that pesky sixth time to take care of." She walked back towards him. "You can't get rid of me that easily, mister! Drop those pants already!"

Alan's good mood returned instantly, with all thoughts of his absentee father completely forgotten. Since he was still naked, he had no pants to drop.

She walked right past him and lay down on his bed. She said deviously, "Before we get to some more cocksucking, maybe I'll just get forty winks first to recover my strength. You're going to wear out my jaw. I sure hope you don't try anything while I sleep." She winked, and then closed her eyes.

He clearly understood her meaning. If she was "sleeping," then he could do things to her that she otherwise wouldn't allow him to do. He was very aroused by the pretense of him taking advantage of her as she slept. He climbed on top of her and straddled her waist.

She maintained the pretense of sleeping, even making exaggerated snoring sounds. That made both of them laugh, but she kept her eyes and mouth closed despite her laughter.

She didn't have all her clothes on, although she'd just put back on her vest, skirt, and underwear.

He began unbuttoning the buttons on her vest, one by one.

She grew quiet.

He really felt as if he was doing an incredibly nasty thing to a sleeping woman. It aroused him tremendously. Then he went to work on her bra. He had a hard time getting the bra off, and found himself seriously worrying about "waking her." But by gently lifting her up a bit he eventually managed to get it unhooked and removed from behind her back.

Now, finally, was his big chance to explore her huge tits to his heart's content. He touched them tentatively, and wasn't chastised for it.

She still pretended deep sleep.

Soon, he was vigorously groping her ivory twins.

Her quiet breathing turned to moans, and a soft smile spread across her face. She loved it, even if his touch lacked subtlety. She loved his lusty enthusiasm.

He pinched and pulled at her nipples in every way he could think of. Then he did something he had always wanted to do: he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled it.

She moaned even louder with pleasure.

He alternated between suckling and nibbling on one tit while he groped the other.

He grew increasingly excited at the prospect of just how far she might let him go. He didn't really know how far he himself was ready to go just then, but he was eager to find out. He slid down her body a bit and put his hand on her skirt to take it off. Unfortunately, that broke the spell.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and moved his hand away.

"Alan, what do you think you're doing?" she said with mock indignation. "I'm shocked. Shocked!" But her mood was still playful.

He laughed at the line from the movie 'Casablanca'.

"How did I lose my bra? Were you trying to undress me while I was sleeping?" she asked with false cluelessness. "What were you planning on doing to me? Were you thinking of - oh my God, you weren't going to * me in my sleep, were you? Bad Alan!" She playfully swatted at him. Imitating Susan's drunken voice, she added, "Sho wery impwoper!"

That really cracked both of them up. It also reminded him of his earlier out-of-control fantasy of fucking (if not even raping) his mother by the pool, which excited him that much further.

"I think you need to be punished. Severely. Forty lashes! Forty lashes of my tongue around your big fat pecker!" She lay down on the bed with her head between his outstretched legs and sucked him off like she'd already done twice earlier.

But, maddeningly for him, she took delight in repeatedly stopping and talking to him. She really wanted to prolong his joy this time.

"You see what I mean?" she asked as she paused with his boner in her hand. "You see what I mean about today at the pool?"

"No. What?"

"What I was saying before about how your mom and your sister both have the hots for you. They're both so hot for your cock that it's not even funny." She went back to licking his shaft.

After a minute of silence from him she stopped long enough to say, "A-ha! You don't deny it!"

He really couldn't deny that fact anymore, but it troubled him. "But Aunt Suzy, isn't that wrong? I don't know what the hell the doctor and nurse are thinking with their suggestions and, for that matter, their whole treatment idea. It's wrong for Mom and Sis to touch my dick. That's incest!"

She stopped licking again. "Alan, Alan, Alan," she said, as if she was losing patience with his ignorance. "That's not incest. Incest is intercourse. A blowjob or handjob is not a big deal; it's just a fun little thing. I know one mother with a hyperactive teenage son. Whenever he gets too wild, she's found that if she gives him a blowjob he calms right down. It's not like they're sleeping with each other - that would be wrong."

He was very skeptical. "I don't know, Aunt Suzy. This is all too weird for me."

He let the topic drop. In truth, his objections weren't really that strong in the first place; it was more of a case of him feeling obliged to say the moral and responsible thing. Deep down, he was totally thrilled by what could happen.

She returned to her cocksucking duties, taking him deeper and deeper. Then, just as she had him on the edge of a great climax, she pulled back and completely stopped once again.

"What is it this time?" he cried out in frustration.

"Promise me one thing." She made several swipes at the tip of his dick with her tongue to keep him half-insane with lust.

"What? What is it?!"

"Promise me you won't forget about me tomorrow." She engulfed him again and resumed a deeper sucking.

He groaned loudly, both at the pleasure she was giving and at her frustratingly cryptic comments. He wanted to remain silent until his impending cum before he continued the conversation, but after just a few moments he had to ask, "What? What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is a Tuesday, and you know what that means," she said, then returned to sucking. She was loving his frustration, but in a playful way, not with malice.

"Arrgh! What does that mean?"

She stopped again, and lightly rubbed the sensitive spot below his cockhead with her fingers to keep him building to a climax during a longer pause. "Don't you remember? Tuesday is the day the nurse said you need an abnormality check of your penis. Whatever that means. Apparently it's up to your mom to give you one. Remember to keep telling her I have poor eyesight, by the way, or she might try to back out. She's already basically told the rest of us to get lost for the whole day. I want to back off anyway, in the hopes that if it's just you and her together, she'll lose all control."

His heart pounded wildly as he considered that.

"So I'm just asking: tomorrow, when she's the one sucking you off, don't completely forget about me, okay? I'll be back for you with my eager tongue on Wednesday."

"Arrgh!" he cried out again. "Don't say that! You can't be serious!" She resumed sucking him, and this time he could hold out no longer. He shot deep into her mouth. He was so aroused that he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock forcefully into her. She just took him in deeper and deeper until his pubic hair tickled her nose - she was deep throating him again.

She sucked in all the cum he could shoot out, as if her mouth was a bottomless vacuum.

As he shot his ropes of cum straight down her throat, he pondered what she'd said. Could she really mean it? My mom? Touching my dick tomorrow? No! It can't be!

Oh God, this feels so good! Fuck! Aunt Suzy, suck me dry! YES!

After Suzanne left, Alan felt completely drained. He took a quick shower and finished his nightly toilet rituals. Then he went straight to bed. As he lay there, he let the entire incredible day pass through his mind.

Let's see if I came six times or not. I masturbated twice in the morning. Then Aunt Suzy jacked me off in the pool. Then she started stroking me, but left me hanging and got out of the pool. I was so damn horny that I had to rush to my room to cum. I wonder if that counted, because I didn't really get the "prolonged stimulation" Akami says I need.

But I suppose it doesn't matter much, since Aunt Suzy blew me THREE more times that evening! Yeay! Go Suzanne; you're so awesome! But still, I wonder if I should put a checkmark on my chart for that possible seventh time or not? Maybe I should ask Akami what "prolonged stimulation" is exactly. At least that way I'll know for sure that my daily count is accurate.

Shortly thereafter, sleep overtook him..

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93 Obsessed over his Cock.

Susan woke up the next morning feeling very conflicted. Yet again, she'd had strange dreams involving her son. This time she'd dreamt that she was Akami and that she had been the one who had jacked off and then sucked off Alan's erection. In the dream there was also a Susan at the appointment, and she had watched this other woman, who was naked and shamelessly frigging herself. It felt very strange, like an out-of-body experience.

She'd had other dreams that were much the same, such as one where she watched Suzanne give Alan a prolonged cocksucking. Those dreams seemed incredibly real, especially since Susan had never personally given a handjob or blowjob. But no doubt they were helped by the way Suzanne had described to Susan, in intimate detail on a daily basis, the recent sexual fun she'd had with Alan.

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 helped make her extremely aroused. She dressed in a robe that had great potential for mischief, to say the least. It was a recent gift from Suzanne, and actually it was more like a sexy nightie than a true robe.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, trying to gain courage. I'm dressed like some kind of wanton harlot! I'm not wearing any undies! As if that isn't bad enough, I've got a feeling that before long my robe will be wide open, even down below my belly button! But I need to do this. Tiger needs my help! He has all that nasty, evil cum building up in his balls. He needs to squirt it all out!

Besides, it's only visual stimulation. It's not like he's going to touch me. He's not gonna run his hands up and down my body, knocking the straps off my shoulders so he can fully cup my big tits in his manly hands. That is NOT going to happen. No, I'm just going to stand there and look good so his member will grow thick and hard and long. That's not a sin. There's nothing wrong with that. Heck, he saw me completely naked yesterday at the pool, so this is nothing compared to that, right?

And I definitely won't be touching him! That's right out. I'm not about to hold and caress his great big erection with my hand. No, make that two hands. A huge, uh, phallus like that really needs two hands on it at all times. At least that's what Suzanne says. Plus... I wonder... what would it be like... to... my mouth. To use my mouth on him! She says it's the absolute best! The ultimate!

She sighed heavily. But that's a pleasure I'll never know. Never, ever, ever, no matter how much I need it. Er, I mean, how much I'm curious about it. I'm just being a helpful mommy by showing off my body to him in sexy ways!

She ran her hands all over herself, supposedly in an effort to smooth and straighten her robe. But in reality, she was like a volcano of lust on the cusp of eruption.

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 hadn't even known that she owned a robe. Thanks to all the clothes she'd borrowed from Suzanne, Susan had the more alluring robe of the two, if it could even be called a robe. It was semi-transparent if looked at in the right light. The sashes across their waists, which held the robes closed, hung loosely on each of them.

He was hard even before he'd entered the dining room, just thinking of the possibilities. The reality actually far exceeded his fantasies. Whoa! Damn! It's like she's totally naked! No, it's even sexier than total nudity, somehow. This is gonna be a great day, for sure!

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."

He shrugged and nodded his head in agreement. He was amazed that she was talking about that without even mentioning the outrageous clothes she was wearing.

But while her mouth was saying one thing, her body and her clothes (or lack thereof) were 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 he 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 Angel were naked too. And you touched us all. To my shame, I just sat there and watched, letting you have your way with everyone. I have no idea what happened, but it's wrong. So wrong, I tell you. Wrong!"

He just nodded. He was thinking that the way she put it, it actually sounded sexy and arousing, not like a chastisement.

She shyly looked down at her curvaceous body and 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 with that. But touching in intimate places, that's a completely different matter. There's no excuse for that; don't you agree?"

Again, all he could do was nod his head. It seemed to him that Susan was getting horny from just her own words, and that left him almost speechless. On top of that, there was her jaw-dropping appearance.

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, by the time Susan walked over to the table to serve both her children their breakfast omelettes, the zipper had opened to below her belly button. The robe was so open that, just standing there, one of her nipples was hanging out.

She walked as if she were 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 standing there. He wondered idly if the robe would fall down altogether if both straps fell off her shoulders.

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. However, she didn't zip up the front, 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, logic had gone out the window; her lust was in the driver's seat.

Katherine took advantage of Alan's attention on Susan by surreptitiously opening her own robe wider. 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 table much of the time, carrying plates to and fro, bringing fruit, refilling glasses of juice, and so forth. 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 with her boobs swaying before his eyes. There was an unstated yet 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 from the table, and so on - 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 over near him. She periodically checked his lap, secretly delighting in the lewd bulge that she saw there.

As if that wasn't arousing enough, she kept talking about the "need" to help him with his visual stimulation. She went on and on about how important it was for him to keep his balls drained dry of "all that nasty, sinful sperm."

Finally both of his mother's straps did fall off at once, revealing all of her huge rack, but she held the robe to her body by pressing her arms to her sides. The sash was undone as well, and her robe very nearly fell all the way off her body. Her pussy somehow managed to stay covered, but her dark bush was easily visible though the semi-transparent fabric. 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 had turned off and she was just enjoying 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 before school, though it is a shame about him spilling his seed upon the ground. Suzanne says his cum belongs in a woman's mouth, or on her face or chest. I wonder what it would be like to have his thick member in MY mouth when he cums. Would I taste his cum, or would it go straight down my throat? Would I feel like I'm choking? Would I still be able to breathe through my nose? Would I make lewd gurgling and gagging noises? Mmmm! That must be so exciting!

I can't do that, obviously. But 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? In fact, it's practically my RESPONSIBILITY as a mother to save him from sin and make sure all his cum lands on my skin!

She was practically obsessed by thoughts of his boner and his orgasms. She was getting more hot and bothered by the minute.

At first, both women continued to remind the other that their robes were falling open, in an attempt to foil the competition, but since it was hard to do that with a straight face when your own robe was open at the same time, they switched to complaining about how poorly designed their 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 pineapple juice, asking seductively, "Would you like your mother to give you some milk instead?"

It was all he could do not to stretch his head forward and suck on the tit dangling mere inches from his face. The nipple there was fully erect, as were the other three visible nipples in the room.

She stood up, secretly reveling in the idea of breast-feeding her son. "Oh my," she said, looking down at her chest and putting the robe at least somewhat back into place, covering her nipples (though just barely). "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." The cleavage that remained on display between her full globes seemed as deep as the Grand Canyon.

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

It hadn't taken ten seconds for Susan's big tits to fall all the way out of her robe again. She smiled at her daughter in friendly competition and partially closed her robe yet again. Look at how he looks at me. Such LUST in his eyes! He's horny for his big-titted mommy! He definitely is!

Alan had an almost desperate need to masturbate. But sitting there at the dining table, supposedly eating breakfast, he had no privacy at all. Even so, his need was so great that he considered playing "pocket pool," using a hand in a pocket of his shorts to masturbate.

Whenever he wasn't ogling his mother, he was ogling his sister. She looked fantastic, and her robe was opening wider all the time as well. Since she was sitting across the table from him, he couldn't see what was happening below her waist. He wondered just how open her robe was down there.

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 pulse raced and his breathing grew very heavy. His eyes drifted up to her face, lingering at her bare chest along the way.

She saw where his gaze was going, and felt abashed. Uh-oh! That's my very naughty place. I really shouldn't let him look there. But it's just looking, right? It's not like I'm going to let him finger me while my fingers slide up and down his massive cock! Er, I mean, his enormous member. No, it's just looking. I need to get used to this, because Suzanne says I'm going to be completely nude around him a lot.

With that new attitude in mind, she smiled at him, despite knowing full well what he was looking at. She even encouraged him with her eyes to stare at her pussy some more. She spread her legs even wider for him, even as she complained, "Damn useless robe. I might as well take the whole thing off!" Her entire body felt so hot that she practically worried her robe would burst into flames if she didn't remove it completely, and soon.

Alan didn't have a chance to stop the swell of orgasmic release welling up within him. Without any help from his hands, he 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 yet again that Susan had been able to get away with things that she could not.

Susan watched his eyes roll into his head, and saw a wet spot rapidly growing where his shorts were tented out. YESSSS! Cum hard, Son! Cum for Mommy! MMMM! Just like that! YES! This is what it's all about. You see? He didn't touch me and I didn't touch him, but I was able to give him the help he clearly needed.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" Susan asked Alan in an innocent tone, trying to suppress a grin. It was obvious from her face that she knew what had just happened. She felt "tingly" all over, and her pussy throbbed and leaked. She closed her robe up most of the way, now that she wasn't trying to keep his erection stiff.

"Um, yeah. It was very good," he said as innocently as he could. He was too overwhelmed to be clever, or even properly express his appreciation.

"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."

He had completely forgotten about the need to go to school. That unpleasant reality hit him like a splash of cold water.

Both Susan and Katherine stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stand.

Alan realized he couldn't, owing to the embarrassingly large wet spot now growing on the front of his shorts.

They were well aware of his problem, which is why they both wanted to see him stand.

Susan hoped to use the need to clean his wet shorts as an excuse to get him out of them altogether. She suddenly had visions of rubbing his penis through his shorts in an effort to "clean" them of the stain he'd made. Or even "cleaning" his cummy dick without his annoying shorts in the way.

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

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

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

They still both sat there with their robes once again opened to varying degrees.

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

Katherine butted in. "Oh you could? 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 - "stuff ... mouth ... muffin" - went right past Susan. It was one result of the bombshell mother being so sheltered from all things sexual for 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 while she was still walking to the kitchen. He sped upstairs to his room.

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

Once he had left the kitchen, Susan turned towards Katherine and said, "Angel, a little bit of visual teasing can help Tiger out with his problem. Frankly, I'm very concerned that you're helping him too enthusiastically, but I suppose it's unavoidable. However, 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 at what's come over you!" Susan said indignantly and hypocritically.

Katherine let that slide as well. She could have hit that hypocrisy out of the park, but she didn't want to discourage her mother's sexual awakening in any way, because if she did she figured Susan would apply stricter sexual rules to everyone.

Once Alan was gone, the two of them seemed to have no more difficulty keeping their robes closed. Susan even zipped the front of hers all the way up.

A few minutes later, in the shower, Alan began masturbating to the sexy images of his mother and sister in their robes (and out of them) that were flooding his brain. FUCK ME, man! Everything is so damn arousing! If it's not Mom, it's Sis. If it's not Sis, it's Mom! The way things are going, is it unreasonable to hope that things are going to get overtly physical, even with Mom?! It's so incredible! Unbelievable! But my eyes don't lie. God, that robe! And the way it kept falling off her! UNGH!

But before he could climax, his sister knocked on the bathroom door, saying, "You're late, you big doof! Mom says you've got one minute to get out of there and out the front door!"

He left the shower extremely frustrated, embarrassed, and horny..

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94 "This is just an affectionate family hug. It's not like this is sexual or anything, is it?"

By the time Alan had dressed and come downstairs, Katherine had already left for school. He grabbed his backpack and rushed to the front door.

But before he got there, Susan asked, "Wait. Tiger, aren't you going to give me a goodbye hug?" She was expressing her recently discovered love of hugging. She held her arms out expectantly, which at least held up the straps of the robe.

He walked back and hugged her.

But she had just surreptitiously unzipped the front of her robe, so it immediately opened up enough for her big melons to become exposed yet again. She hadn't consciously wanted to do that, but it seemed her burning hot body had a mind of its own. Suddenly, all that stood between her hard nipples on their round mountains of succulent tit-flesh and his bare skin was his 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 her breasts into him. Holy hell! I can't believe this is happening! Not only is she bare-breasted, but she totally did that on purpose! I think she's hot for me! My super prudish bombshell mom! My God!

But soon he started working his hands over her back, running them up and down. That made him recall applying the suntan lotion to her back (and elsewhere) just the day before, which didn't help calm him down at all.

She thought, Oh dear! This is not good! Why did I just do that?! I've been so naughty lately. It's really bad. But it feels so good! MMMM! Not only are my breasts crushed against his manly chest, but I can totally feel his cock pressing against me just below my tummy! His great big cock! Er, uh, I mean, his, uh, member. But, uh, there's nothing wrong with that, is there? We're just hugging. Mothers and sons hug all the time. Just because I'm topless... it's okay as long as one of us is wearing clothes, right?!

His erection wasn't really poking into her, because he felt shy about that and was trying hard to avoid that form of contact, but she'd lightly brushed against it a few times.

It occurred to him that the straps of her robe were just tenuously hanging on her shoulders, and that 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 to fall down and become completely free 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 under his hands. As the seconds passed, his willpower crumbled. It wasn't long before his hard-on was continuously pressing into her, since they were pressed so closely together.

She thought, Mmmm! Yessss! My son is so big and strong and handsome! I know that I'm helping him do his thing, because I can feel his thick member really poking into me now! Oh my goodness, that feels nice! It's so HOT, literally! Like a burning poker. I can feel it pulsing with life! My son is such a STUD!

Out of the blue, she asked, "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 own son?"

"Yep, I totally agree. Hugs are great." He would have agreed that the moon was made out of green cheese if it would have prolonged their intimate hug a little longer.

Their faces were incredibly close to each other the whole time, which he found 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 cost. He knew that even if she agreed to a passionate kiss at the time, later she would probably be very hurt that he'd taken advantage of the situation, and that was the one thing in the world he would never want to do - to 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. She knew it was time for her to let go, but she was having great trouble actually doing so. "Have a good day at school, okay?"

"I will, Mom." One of his hands wandered to the edge of her ass.

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

"I won't." He was very embarrassed by the way his rampant erection was pressing up against her, but he felt there was nothing he could do about it. He knew there was no way she couldn't feel the phallic object pressing into her stomach and know exactly what it was.

She pretended not to notice though. "I'm so glad we have these opportunities to be more affectionate now. Don't you agree? 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 huge tits were now insistently exploring his entire chest. She was slowly rubbing her body up and down him repeatedly, as if she had one giant itch that desperately needing scratching. The absurdity of the situation only grew with her description of this just being an ordinary, familial hug.

"Uhhh... Not upsetting," He stammered. Somehow, his hands found themselves fully cupping her luscious ass cheeks through her thin robe.

She mewled with contentment.

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

He 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, pressing her tummy hard into his throbbing pole. "Certainly not! Don't even think it. We're just being very ... familiar."

He was amazed to realize from her face that, at least on some level, she was sincerely trying to believe that. Even as she said it, she brought her tits to the level of his nipples and then slowly pushed them up his chest all the way to his collar. Her body moved so much that he couldn't keep holding onto her ass cheeks, so his hands generally slid over her lower back instead.

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.

Trying to be a good son, he brought his hands back up to her bare back. He didn't realize it, but with all of the rubbing motion, the only thing still holding her robe up was his hands on her ass, so as soon as he moved his hands away from her waist, her robe finally fell all the way to the floor.

She was so horny that it barely even registered with her, at least not at first. Now his shorts and underwear were all that stood between his rampant cock and her bare skin. A big wet spot was soaking through his shorts, actually wetting her just above her bush. On some level she was aware of that happening, but she was not fully conscious of it.

He didn't know what to do. He felt a desperate desire to bring his hands around and fondle her heavy globes, but he forced himself not to. He just tried to keep his hands on her back, or caressing her long flowing hair.

He had a vision of the class at school for which he would undoubtedly be late. Class was probably starting any minute. That made him want to hold on even longer, so he'd never have to leave this incredible place and return to the real world.

Trying to keep the hug going, he said, "We never used to hug at all, did we?"

She was pressing up against him extremely closely now, trying to subtly rub her body against his raging erection. She was moving in a short circular motion, effectively jacking him off where he was pressed against her hard body. "Well, not since you were a little boy."

He looked into her eyes and saw such a fiery, lusty gleam that he had to turn away. The urge to kiss her lips was almost overwhelming. He muttered inanely, "Good to make up for lost time, huh?"

"Definitely!" She said the word like she was in the throes of passion, crying out "Fuck me!"

Taking advantage of her obviously increasing horniness, he dropped his hands to her ass and groped it freely. He still kept his head turned though, because he didn't trust himself. If he started kissing her, there was no telling what would happen next, and some part of him still held back out of fear of the unknown and potentially disastrous consequences that action might bring.

A sudden bolt of arousal and alarm shot down her spine. Oh no! His hands are on my ass! My bare ass! Good Lord, I'm completely buck naked! I should stop this right away. But on the other hand, it's nothing he didn't do yesterday by the pool, right? Gaawwwd, did he paw my bare ass then! It felt so fantastic, and it feels even better now! Anyway, he's still clothed. As long as one of us is, it doesn't count, right?

Besides, isn't it time for him to learn more about a woman's body, without the distraction of intercourse? And who better to teach him that than his own mommy? I can help him do his thing, and he can do it all over my face and chest! MMMM! YES!

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: her robe had fallen to the floor and she was now completely naked. But he definitely was taking full advantage of the resulting exposure: he was vigorously kneading her ass flesh with both hands.

His courage boosted by his arousal, he finally allowed himself to stare directly into her face without flinching. 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.

He thought, This is it! We're going to kiss on the lips! He no longer had the willpower or desire to resist.

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 their hug had gone too far. She looked to the floor. "Oh dear me, how embarrassing." Thanks to all of her frantic rubbing against him, 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!" She just stood there without using her hands to cover her nipples or even her pussy. Her great lust was still driving her, despite her semi-restraint. "Tiger, I'm your mother!" She clutched at her bare tits with both hands. "Just because I have these overly large breasts, that doesn't mean I should be rubbing them against your chest! Especially when you have me completely naked and helpless like this!"

Alan groaned inwardly as she turned away from him, no doubt to give him another chance to visually explore her entire body. He took full advantage of the opportunity to devour her with his eyes. The air was redolent with the fragrance of her aroused pussy.

After she could delay no longer, she bent over to pick up the robe, but in doing so she turned away from him and kept her knees ramrod straight so that her bending was 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 there. He worried that if he did, he would lose control, take his erection out, and soon be plowing into her cunt. Even so, he toyed with the idea, not ruling it out completely. After all, he was a teenage boy, unable to process so much outrageous stimulation and temptation.

Her hands lingered on the floor for a few moments while she slowly gathered the robe together. She seemed to be daring him to rub his pulsing bulge against her exposed ass cheeks. She knew he could see her slit and just how wet it was, but that only thrilled her even more.

His skin was burning all over from the intensity and excitement; he literally felt so hot that he half expected steam to start pouring out of his ears.

Her actions were torturing him and they both knew it. Apparently she felt guilty about the torture, because she stood back up, turned around, and slowly put her robe back on. Then, with her face blushing as shame and guilt returned, she said, "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."

"That's true." He looked around, wondering how and where he'd be able to cum, given that he was running late for school. He knew he had a wet spot on the front of his shorts, and an even bigger one on his underwear. That gave him an idea. "Um, Mom, I was just thinking... I think I'm gonna wear brown shorts today."

She looked at his shorts and saw the wet spot she'd helped make. She felt shivers as she recalled her own wetness, which in fact was still there. "Oh! Good idea!"

He rushed upstairs (although he couldn't move that fast because he had such a raging erection). His plan was not to just change his shorts and underwear, but to get the relief he so desperately craved by jacking off first. He figured he could do that in less than a minute, he was so insanely aroused.

Once he was in his room, he stripped his clothes off below the waist and sat on the edge of his bed. He sighed with relief as he held his erection and started to stroke it.

But just then, Susan walked in. He'd been in such a hurry that he'd left his door wide open. She had changed to a different, less-transparent robe that was barely clinging to her. One shoulder strap had fallen down, leaving nearly all of her huge rack exposed before his eyes.

She started to say, "Tiger, you're already late for-" But her words trailed off, and she just gawked shamelessly at the hot, pulsing boner that was now fully exposed in his eager hands. OH MY GOD! Dear Lord, have mercy! Have mercy! Just look at all that hot, thick... COCK!

He just sat there frozen, uncertain of what to do. He felt too freaked out to keep jacking off with her staring at him. Besides, he realized that he'd been in such a frantic rush that he didn't even have a towel or anything else to cum into.

He whimpered helplessly. His need to cum was so great that he wanted to cry.

She stepped forward, thinking, This is my time, my chance! I need to help him do his thing! I should jack off his big fat cock!

The fact that she was thinking the word "cock" was an indication of just how far gone she was. But she still retained some shreds of restraint. She slowed down, and even stumbled in confusion. When she came to a stop, she stood in a way that offered a profile view, holding the robe in a way that showed off her breasts and her butt while also both frowning and blushing. To call her confused would have been an understatement.

Alan made a snap decision. Knowing the clock was ticking, he got up, went to his dresser, and put on different underwear and shorts. He decided to do the responsible thing and go to school; he would have to deal later with his urgent need to cum.

That took the wind out of Susan's sails, which forced her to return to "mothering" mode. She helped him get his things and get out the door without further incident. But, because they were in a hurry, she continued to wear the semi-transparent robe, keeping his dick in a state of constant stiffness.

She was still so relentlessly horny that she didn't trust herself to drive her car. As a result, he had to ride his bike to school.

He had an intense case of blue balls, so riding to school sitting on the narrow bike seat was complete torture.

As soon as Susan heard the door close, she had his wet underwear in one hand and his shorts in the other. She couldn't help herself. While sniffing on one wet spot, she rubbed the other all over her chest, kneading her breasts as she did so. Her excitement skyrocketed. Look at me! This is terrible! I'm so baaaad!

Within minutes, Susan was in her bathroom, pretending to take a shower. In fact, she was masturbating to thoughts of what she'd done to Alan that morning and at the pool the day before.

Gaawwwd! 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, Christian 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. I stood there naked, rubbing my bare skin against him, like some kind of shameless hussy! What if my parents or sisters had seen that? I would die of shame!

Thank goodness for Suzanne. 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. 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 and long and hot! MMMM! So good! It's just a generic penis. It's just a biological organ that happens to need to spill its seed six times a day all over me. I mean, uh, all over. It doesn't have to be MY face and chest that gets splattered in yummy cum, not necessarily.

Oh goodness! His 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, even as she continued to finger her clit and slit under the pretense of getting clean in the shower..

Damn ... Susan is Hot.!

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95 Ms. Rhymer found out?

With so many sexual thoughts and images floating through Alan's head, it was no surprise that he spaced out in school once 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 open all over the place, with his mother getting so excited that she would end up surreptitiously frigging herself under the table.

The fact that, in real life, she hadn't actually done something like that yet in front of Suzanne was somewhat surprising, because her self-control was so low once she became really excited.

The second and even more consuming thought for Alan was Suzanne's comment that his mother would be performing an abnormality check on his dick later that day. He was dying of curiosity to find out if that 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, although he remembered that, technically speaking, Akami had given him one during his last appointment. He didn't see much difference between what she'd done and a handjob, except that her thumb had pressed into the sides of his erection in a systematic way.

He thought, But really, it's almost 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 Mom 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 turned out not to be true, he was certain that more exciting things would happen later that day one way or another, given what had happened at breakfast. He couldn't help but notice how Susan's willpower was crumbling right before his eyes, seemingly by the minute.

He was so out of it that he was barely able to navigate his way from one class to the next.

At the end of his fourth-period class, his teacher, Ms. Rhymer, called him over to talk about his absent-mindedness. After everyone else had left, she said to him, "Young man, I'm worried about you. Your attention in my class has been bad for days; today things seem to be even 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 that, his mind was somewhere else. He'd managed to temporarily banish thoughts of his mother for part of the time during Ms. Rhymer's class, 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 different toe: it worked temporarily but it wasn't exactly smart.

As she spoke, he didn't see his real teacher standing in front of him; instead his head was filled with the image of how he imagined she looked naked. He'd fantasized an image of her standing in front of the class naked so often in the last three 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? Aunt Suzy? 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 that she didn't understand everything.

"Um, what makes you say that?"

The big give-away for her had been his obvious erection throughout the class. 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 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! She's been noticing my boners! Even as he worried about that, 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 he figured that, once she was on the scent, keeping a secret from her was hopeless.

He was a clever guy, so normally he would have been able to come up with some cover story to deflect her curiosity. However, he'd been in a lusty daze all day, unable to think about much except what had happened that morning and what could happen when he got home. As a result, he took the easy way out and decided to tell her most of the truth without thinking through the risks of doing so.

He asked, "Can you really, honestly, keep a secret?" He tried to focus on the problem at hand and push his lusty thoughts aside.

"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 find 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 achieve orgasm frequently. That's what the doctor says."

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

She let him talk without interruption. When he was all done, she asked him, "So you're telling me that you masturbate six 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 seem to know, I 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?"

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

She 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. He 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 Pestridge? She's extremely attractive, and practically lives at Alan's house, from what he tells me. He talks about her a lot, and I know he even calls her his aunt, although she really isn't. It must be her. Or maybe her daughter Amy, but then she would be his 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!" Normally, he wouldn't have fallen for that, but he was still in an erotic fog, thinking with the wrong head.

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

He gave her a pleading look. "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 my disaster with Christine, I'd given up on the treatment. She was the one that inspired me to keep going."

"Just how does she inspire you?" She 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.

He shuffled his feet before her desk. "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.

"Hmmm. 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. Aunt Suzy, er, Mrs. Pestridge, 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 Mom, Sis, and even Aims are being as well! I want to fuck them all, and it's so wrong!

Her face was hard to read as she said, "I can see your problem. Mrs. Pestridge is an incredibly beautiful woman; there's no question about it. In fact, I dare say she just might be the most gorgeous woman I've ever met in the flesh. Hmmm. 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 for half the day I'm at school, and I can't get any relief at all while I'm here. So the frustration builds up. And your class is the worst."

"My class? Why my class?"

He 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 her in person and it would get even worse.

There were few thoughts so arousing that they could make him temporarily forget his arousing thoughts about his mother; the fact that thinking of his beautiful teacher was one of them spoke to just how long he'd had a deep crush on her. But such feelings only led to more frustration, since she was his teacher and thus unobtainable.

That frustration, and the fact that 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," he 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.

She realized that this line of questioning was making him want to die of shame. "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, or Mrs. Pestridge, or anyone else. I know I can be a gossip sometimes, but I swear my complete silence on this. You're a good friend, and I would never betray your trust. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"

"Thanks. Thank you so much! You're the best."

He walked off, but he was very dejected. He felt really stupid about having given up his secret. My brain is out to lunch today.. What if that happened with someone less understanding than my favorite teacher?

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96 Suzanne brainwashing again.

Back at home, Susan fretted over what to do about the abnormality check that Akami said needed to be done that day.

Susan wound up "cleaning" her privates in the shower until she "accidentally" had an orgasm.

Then, with Suzanne due to come over soon for their daily exercise session, Susan went to Alan's bedroom to check on his dirty laundry. She brought her laundry basket with her, as she always did. But unlike her prior long-standing habit, she still hadn't put on any clothes after showering.

She went straight to his bed and threw his covers back. A-ha! Another wet spot! I knew it! Isn't it incredible? He's so virile! He cums and cums all day long, and then he cums in his sleep too! I hope he was thinking about me. To think that not that many minutes ago, he sat on his bed, jacking off his great big erection! Then I interrupted him. That was wrong of me! If I'd let him finish, there would have been a fresh, spermy towel for me to smell and maybe even lick! I could have stood there and posed for him, since my robe wasn't really hiding anything. Then he would have shot out a really BIG load! I noticed he didn't have a towel, so his cum probably would have arced high in the air and then landed all over me! MMMM! YES!

Or better yet, I should have shucked my robe, dropped to my knees, and done the duty of a good mommy: I could have taken him in my mouth and SUCKED! UNGH! HNNG! Maybe that would have made him a little bit late for school, because Suzanne's made clear to me that it takes a long, long time to suck off a big, powerful penis like his, but so be it. His health is at stake!

She snapped out of her fantasy, realizing that she was getting too carried away. She had to be careful with Suzanne coming over soon. Suzanne typically let herself in and then went looking for Susan, and she didn't want to be found like this.

Susan quickly proceeded to change the sheets so she could check under the bed, where he usually tossed the towels into which he masturbated. To her disappointment, there weren't any wet ones this time. Oh, poo! That's the downside of teaching him to not commit the sin of Onan.

But at least I have this. She picked up the soiled sheet, brought the wet spot to her face, and inhaled deeply. Aaaaah! YES!

The mere smell of his cum sent shivers throughout her body. What an aroma! What a sweet, MANLY smell! MMMM! I love how he held me naked in his arms, even as he was already fully dressed for school. I felt so deliciously naughty and wicked, rubbing my bare skin against his cock, although unfortunately it was trapped in his shorts. I'm so baaaad!

She inhaled deeply of the wet spot, and then again. Aaaaah! That's what I need. Except I want it fresh, like his shorts and underwear were earlier! Sadly, this cum has been drying for hours. Otherwise, I'd be sorely tempted to lick it. Heck, I know I'd lick it! What I need is sperm that's fresh AND straight from the source! He needs to shoot it directly to the back of my mouth after I've spent an EXTREMELY long time bobbing and slurping and sucking! That's what good mommies do, especially big-titted mommies!

Oh God! She realized that she'd dropped the sheets, in order to paw at her breasts with both hands. She closed her eyes and fantasized that those hands belonged to Alan.

Realizing that she was simply too horny to stop herself, she picked up the soiled sheet and raced back to her bedroom. Knowing the time was short, she frantically masturbated on her bed with the sheet's wet spot strategically placed close to her face. That way, she could periodically sniff it, which added some olfactory realism to her fantasy that she'd posed for him and then stroked and sucked him after catching him masturbating in his room.

However, when she climaxed and her masturbation ended, she got the post-orgasmic blues. When will it ever end? All I can do is think about my son, and his penis, and how much he needs me to help him take proper care of it. Even after he's gone to school, I can't stop myself! The shame!

She forced herself to get out of bed and put on her exercise outfit. Then she resumed actually gathering up all the dirty laundry in the house. She had just started the washing machine when Suzanne arrived.

— — —

Susan felt bad about having masturbated in the shower and then again with the laundry, as well as for what she'd been thinking and doing before Alan left for school. So she was in an unusually subdued mood during her exercises with Suzanne.

Suzanne could see Susan was anxious about something, which she figured would be the abnormality check. She purposely kept the conversation on sexual, Alan-centric dreams she'd had.

Susan wanted to ask Suzanne for advice on how to handle the abnormality check looming later in the day. However, she still felt shy and anxious talking about it. It was so much easier to enjoy Suzanne's dream stories.

By the end of their exercises, Susan still hadn't been able to bring up her question. And before she could, Suzanne said her goodbyes and left because she had some important things to do.

The abnormality-check issue continued to bother Susan. In fact, it was practically all she could think about. So, about an hour after Suzanne had left, she called her for advice on what to do. She hoped against hope that Suzanne could come up with a solution to get her out of having to do it altogether.

But Suzanne just made things worse - much worse. She said things like, "You know, I'd love to do the check myself because Sweetie'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. The fact that she was wearing a robe meant her clothes were very little impediment. She was 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 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'd told Alan the night before, Suzanne was the one who'd arranged that Katherine, Amy, and she would all be gone for the whole afternoon later that day. She made sure that Susan knew that, to further box her in.

Suzanne had been relatively restrained with her sexual talk during their exercise session, since she'd sensed Susan was feeling moody. But now that Suzanne had Susan on the phone, she sensed Susan was in a more receptive frame of mind. So she took the opportunity to describe all of the blowjobs she'd given Alan the night before in exquisite and loving detail.

Susan was so hot and bothered that she continued to masturbate while Suzanne raved on the phone for nearly an hour about the joys of pleasuring Alan. It wasn't long before her robe was in a heap on the floor. She stood near the kitchen counter freely running a hand over her nude body. She was frustrated that she had to use one hand to hold the phone.

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 Sweetie so worked up 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 was panting 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 assertive 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'd already pretty much confirmed that Susan was a natural submissive, so she was playing up that aspect for her. "Can you imagine your strong Tiger standing above you, while you kneel helplessly below him, naked and panting, with his great big cock crammed deep inside your sweet lips?" She was using words like "cock" now because she knew Susan was too aroused to object much.

"Oh God! So HOT!" Susan panted like an overexcited obscene phone caller as she played with her clit. But then she remembered she wasn't supposed to react like that, so she said, "I mean, oh dear! It sounds scary. But it sounds like you're practically trying to talk me into allowing him to use me like that. To have him willfully and wantonly control his own mother's body!" Her own words were exciting her nearly as much as Suzanne's.

"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... All that creamy, yummy sperm..." She'd only tasted a little bit of his cum, but it was enough for her to know that it was delicious.

"Falling uselessly onto the ground," Suzanne finished for her. "It's tragic, I know. Just like poor Onan. You don't want Tiger to be like Onan, do you? Suffering the wrath of God?"

"Of course not!" Susan increased the intensity of her masturbation as she recalled the sight of Alan masturbating when she'd rushed into his room just before he left for school.

Suzanne said, "I'm doing my part, dropping to my knees and opening my mouth so he can insert his giant hot stick between my rosy red lips every chance he gets. But I'm only at your house at the same time that he is for an hour or two a day. What about all the rest of the time? Who will help him then?"

Susan switched over to speakerphone so she could use both hands to rub herself all over. She whispered breathlessly, as if she were confessing to a murder, "Maybe... maybe I should!"

"Maybe you should. It's something to consider, if you dearly love him."

"I do! I do!"

Suzanne went back to describing the previous evening's three blowjobs.

Before long, about the only coherent things Susan could say into the phone 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. One hand played with her nipples while the other one worked her clit and slit.

Suzanne was also masturbating (but with more self-control) as she continued to goad her best friend over the phone. She was home alone, so she'd completely unbuttoned her blouse, taken off her bra, and pulled down her skirt and panties. She mostly played with her tits instead of her pussy, which allowed her voice to remain relatively calm. (Susan's super-sensitive "weak point" was her breasts, but for Suzanne it was her pussy.)

As the call progressed, Suzanne spoke less about her actions with Alan and began focusing more on suggestions for things Susan could do to him. For instance, she asked, "You know how I called myself Sweetie's favorite cocksucker the other day?"

"Yeah?" Susan answered in between her panting.

"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 draining all of his love juices out of him. Can you imagine that: the two of us taking turns on licking his stick?"

"No!" Susan's mind was filled with naughty thoughts of that very thing. She stared at the ceiling with a blank gaze because her thoughts were somewhere else.

"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 from interjecting, "That's so wrong!"

"But we're saving him from sin with handjobs. And blowjobs. Remember that, Susan; when you're 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 reason 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 become 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 up 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 my Sweetie last night." Suzanne realized that she wasn't lying or exaggerating at all; she really did feel that way.

Susan was lost in a dreamy cloud as she contemplated all that. "Mmmm! ... Mmmm! So close..."

Suzanne added, "Yes, I know he's like your best friend already, just like he's mine, but think how much closer you'll be once you start lapping on his sweet spot every day! Think of how much more time you'll spend together! Time with his bulbous cockhead in your mouth, and your fingers tickling his balls! He's going to love you even MORE!"

"MMMM!" was all Susan could say to that. Her eyes were shut tight and her fingers were bringing her close to climax.

"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."

Knowing that Susan couldn't see her, Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Sorry. I meant 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 that she didn't know what to think.

Suzanne said, "Remember, helping him out with your hands and lips and tongue isn't morally wrong. Just so long as you're doing it to help him with his medical treatment. The one thing you do NOT want to do is get lost in your own pleasure."

Susan was startled by that. "What do you mean?"

"If you start drowning in your own lust, that's when you're in danger. I hope you're not masturbating to thoughts of helping him out. That's not a good attitude."

Susan was just moments away from climax, but her hands froze. "It's not?! Uh, I mean, no, of course it's not. I'm definitely NOT doing that right now!"

Suzanne had a hard time not laughing out loud, because Susan was such a bad liar. She'd previously encouraged Susan to masturbate, but today she was taking the opposite tack so Susan wouldn't waste most of her pent-up sexual arousal on herself before Alan came home.

Susan very reluctantly stopped masturbating, at least for the moment. She sat on her hands to force them to keep still.

Suzanne was ready to end the call, but before she 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 sisters? What about Cindy? What would she think?!" (Cindy was one of Susan's sisters who still lived in the Midwest.)

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

"No, you don't know her. She'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of her 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 them? Please don't ask me to."

"I don't know. ... Somehow I'd feel better if I had to suffer while doing 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, 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 that Susan felt guilty, she also was very excited about what she'd "have" to do. The phone calls, plus many other recent similar conversations between Susan and Suzanne, had broken much of Susan's resistance.

Suzanne said, "By the way, I could really use your help. Could you come over here in a few minutes?"

"What? You want ME to come over THERE? NOW?!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Yes. Why is that so astonishing?"

In truth, even though at that moment Susan felt bad about her own masturbating, given Suzanne's admonishment, she had a strong feeling that she'd rush upstairs once the phone call was over and masturbate a whole lot more. She certainly didn't want to leave the house before she could do that.

But Suzanne was persistent and Susan was too much of a softy to say no. Suzanne said that she was leaving on some errands in less than five minutes and needed Susan to come with her. She supposedly was making some important decisions about redecorating her home and wanted Susan's advice - which was actually true, but Suzanne was being manipulative in scheduling it for just that time.

So Susan had to leave before she could get the orgasmic relief she craved. She remained as sexually worked up as she had been before the call began, if not more so..

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97 Susan's First Touch @ Alan's Cock Pt 1

School ended a few hours later, and Alan returned home. He'd never before been so happy and excited to come home.

He was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat him home. That appeared to confirm Suzanne's statement that everyone would be sent away. His heart was already pounding with worry and anticipation, but not finding anyone doubled the intensity of his feelings.

He was torn between wanting the "abnormality check" to happen and not wanting it to happen, mostly because it was just such a big, scary 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 dick became so real that it frightened him.

He wandered the house until he had nowhere left to search except his mother's bedroom. As he expected, he found Susan there. The mere sight of her practically made his heart stop beating, even though her dress and appearance looked normal at first glance. "Howdy Mom. Have you seen Aunt Suzy? Or Sis?"

Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm. She'd always been happy to greet him when he came home, but when she turned to him, she seemed strangely overly-pleased to see him. It seemed like she was trying to cover up something.

She said, "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!" He gulped and his throat went dry. The only reason his penis wasn't stiff already was because he was so nervous.

Susan stopped folding the laundry and sat down on her bed. She was dressed in her ordinary housecleaning clothes, except that Alan figured she probably wasn't wearing any bra or panties since Suzanne had recently "forced" her to stop wearing them (not to mention the fact that her nipples were so hard it seemed as if they would be visible from miles away).

But her casual demeanor was feigned; internally she was a complete basket case, with her heart beating like a drum. In fact, she'd spent over half an hour just considering which perfume to wear. (She'd picked a strawberry scent, knowing it was one of his favorite foods.) Suzanne had kept her distracted and unable to masturbate most of the day, leaving her even more keyed up.

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

"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.

He got another jolt as he looked at her feet and saw that she was wearing high heels. That was highly unusual, to say the least. (Suzanne was the one who'd all but insisted that she wear them.)

Susan had 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 Suzanne says that she doesn't have great vision, it's left up to me."

"Oh." There was a big pause from him. "Well." His nervousness doubled, and then doubled again. He felt faint. But somehow he transcended his fear and reached an acceptance of what was about to happen, calming down enough to go on.

She wrinkled her eyebrows. "Do you mind, Tiger? If you mind, we don't have to do it. At least not right now. 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 Aunt Suzy has been talking to me about boundaries, and being dispassionate. If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is required by the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?"

Alan was talking for himself as much as his mother, trying to rationalize this. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality was quite different. He had a very strong suspicion that this was wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said.

Susan reminded herself, "The penis in the abstract." That's Suzanne's wise advice. I have to remain calm too, and just think of it as A penis, not HIS penis!

After taking some deep breaths, she said, "That's right, Tiger. It's vital that we both have the right mental attitude or we shouldn't do this. But since you do, and I do, is it okay if we begin?"

"What? Here? Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape route. He wanted her to do this more than anything, but the reality of it really happening was very scary. This was an order of magnitude more nerve-wracking for him than anything that had happened with Suzanne, because it was happening with his own mother. Besides, Suzanne was always cool and in charge, but he was starting to realize that his mother was just as scared as he was.

Susan faked a reassuring smile. "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 when she seemingly calmed herself right before his eyes. He didn't realize that she was entering 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.

He sat on the bed where she had just been. He tried not to show just how 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 blouse before we start. Don't you think?"

He was suddenly reminded of when he'd shot his cum all over the face and bra-clad tits of Nurse Akami. He imagined that it was his mother in that role instead. He'd still been flaccid from fear, but with that memory his dick grew rock hard in seconds.

Susan's eyes darted to his crotch. She had a hard time not licking her lips when she saw the great swelling in his shorts. Suzanne's hour-long description of sucking and stroking hard erections that morning 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 off. He was still torn between eagerly wanting her "assistance" and running away to handle it himself.

The mention of Akami's name also reminded him that he wanted to call her. He wanted to get that out of the way before things got too exciting, so he said, "But, uh, before you do, speaking of Akami, is it okay if I call her and ask her something?"

"Certainly." Susan was a bit put off by that, but she could hardly refuse.

There was a phone extension in the room, and Susan knew Akami's number well since her son's treatment was so near and dear to her heart. So Alan called her up, even though his dick was so stiff and erect that it almost hurt.

Luckily, Akami wasn't busy and she had a few minutes to talk.

With Susan sitting next to him and listening in, he said to the nurse, "Uh, this is kind of a weird question, but... Well, I'm here with my mother, and she's about to help me with, uh, the abnormality check. I'm just wondering... when it comes to having orgasms six times a day, you mentioned the need for prolonged stimulation, in order for it to count as one of those times. My question is, well, just, uh, how long does the stimulation have to be in order for it to qualify as 'prolonged?'"

Akami was surprised and amused by the question. She thought, I can't believe he's taking this seriously! He seems like a smart guy. Doesn't he realize it's all bullshit? But heck, if his mother is about to jack him off, I suppose he has very good reason not to question how they got there. The question is, what should I tell him? Hmmm...

After a pause, she said, "That's a difficult question. I wish I could tell you 'fifteen minutes' or something specific like that. But the truth is, each person is different. What might be considered prolonged for one person wouldn't be for someone else. Also, there's the matter of intensity. It's not just the quantity; it's the quality. You need both. One might be stimulated at a low level for a long, long time, and that wouldn't do much. Whereas five or ten minutes of very intense, talented stimulation might end up being better. So you see what I mean? It's complicated. Ultimately, YOU need to be the judge. Does that help?"

Alan replied, "Well... I guess so."

He glanced over at his mother, who had been listening to and hanging on every word that Akami had said. She was even more aroused than before. Her chest was heaving as she contemplated stimulating her son's stiff erection intensely and for a very prolonged time. It had occurred to her that, if she was going to be performing the check anyway, she might want to keep going until he had an orgasm. But still, she wasn't sure if she'd be bold enough to do that.

He grinned as he registered his mother's reaction, and said to Akami, "Actually, yeah. That helps a lot. I think I get it now. Thanks."

"Very good," Akami said. "Is there anything else I can help you with? Or does Susan want to ask me anything?"

He looked to Susan, and saw her shake her head 'No.' Clearly, she was eager to get to the abnormality check. Besides, he correctly surmised that she would be embarrassed to talk to the nurse just before doing that, so he told Akami, "No, we're good."

"Okay, then." Akami thought, I can't believe Susan is really going to play with her son's penis when this call is over. Oops, I mean "perform an abnormality check." Ha! What a riot that is! Boy, I wish I could be a fly on the wall for THAT!

After just a little more small talk, Alan ended the call.

Then he turned his full attention back to Susan, who stood up in front of him. He said, "So, um... I guess we should get on with it then."

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

He realized that her hands were still trembling, although her face seemed strangely serene. 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 Aunt Suzy gave me last night, 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.

Of course, most stripteases were to music, but Susan's room was almost deathly quiet.

Susan unbuttoned her red blouse slowly, one button after another. She was taking her time, drawing out the process. Her thoughts were still wildly conflicted. Goodness 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 even 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 loosely and then pulled her skirt down her legs. That caused her blouse to open, revealing all of her creamy left breast for some tantalizingly long moments. She felt shivers of excitement raging through her from being gawked at, which were so powerful that she nearly fell over.

She stood back up, regaining her balance on her high heels, and positioned her hands to open her blouse so she could take it off altogether. But 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?"

He was so aroused that the room seemed to be spinning 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'd 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 entirely and said, "Mom, I'm soooo 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 his current agitated state that it was an accomplishment for him to say even that much. But it had been just the right thing to say. She could feel the genuine love coming from him, along with plenty of lust, and that gave her the confidence to pull her blouse off all the way.

She smiled shyly now that she was topless, letting him soak up a good look at the giant, round monsters that were her breasts. It took a lot of willpower for her to keep her arms at her sides. 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 things - they're just too big. They're nothing but unwanted attention and back pain for me."

"Well, I love them. Just like I love all of you. You have GREAT tits, Mom! You're so lucky to be so stacked!"

Susan beamed some more. She was still shy, but there was now an extra spring in her step. She bared her rack again, even thrusting out her chest. 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! All over my "great tits," hee-hee!

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. Mostly, she imagined her legs spread wide and her son's erection pounding in and out of her slit. With another shiver of excitement, she forcibly banished the thought.

She was down to just her panties and high heels - both a different shade of red from her blouse but still his favorite color - but didn't make any move to undress further. "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, he thought. "No," he squeaked out.

"All right." She got down on her knees in front of him. Just getting in that submissive position made her entire body tingle with arousal. "If you don't mind, I'll undress you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his underwear. Strangely, she chose not to remove his T-shirt, leaving them each with a modicum of dress.

He noticed that she now had a look of great hunger and anticipation in her eyes, 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 to do this, even with her poor eyesight?"

At first, he had a hard time responding, given the way that she was inadvertently pushing her breasts together with her arms. Additionally, there was the mind-blowing fact that she was kneeling between his legs wearing just panties and high heels.

But finally he 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 think about all your love for me and what you're willing to do for me to get better."

Again, she couldn't help but smile when he said that 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 we can go back to normal. Just this one time, and then maybe Suzanne can do it next week and then keep doing it after that. ... Or maybe I could. Once a week isn't so bad, is it? God, I'm so weak!

Alan sat there dressed in nothing but his T-shirt, looking at his mother dressed only in her panties. His urge to flee had faded and his anticipation had grown to an almost unbearable level. Please. Please.. Dear Lord, don't let her stop now! Please, do it, Mom! Do it!

Finally...after so long..

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98 Susan's First Touch @ Alan's Cock Pt 2

Without saying any more, Susan reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis of her own free will for the very first time. She had touched it during her recent medical appointment, but only because Akami had her grab it during his orgasm in the examination room.

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

Alan felt much the same. Fuck, man! Mom is actually holding my dick! Mom! My perfect-ten, bombshell, centerfold mom!

He was struggling mightily not to cum, or possibly pass out from nervous overload, even though she was doing nothing more than just holding his erection. Then he thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis. The penis in the abstract."

Mumbling that repeatedly like a mantra seemed to calm her down somewhat. 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 up close in the light. The old Susan had always had sex in the dark, and then only in the missionary position.

She wrapped a fist around the base of his dick and then experimentally began poking near the crown, at the ridge at the base of his cockhead.

She was curious about the frenulum, the special spot below the head of a penis 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 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 already going to push him over the edge.

As he stared at her moving fingers, he noticed her wedding ring, and that fact alone nearly made him cum. He closed his eyes to try to delay his explosion.

"It's so wet already," she commented, running her fingers through his leaking pre-cum. 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, Mom," he 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 it fun and easy."

He thought he was going to lose it for sure. His PC muscle squeezing didn't seem to be enough to stop him from blasting his load at her. 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 realized that she'd mostly just been stroking his sweet spot, and remembered that she needed to do the abnormality check before anything else. So she began at the base and started pressing her thumb into his penis just as Nurse Akami had shown her how to do. She slowly attempted to cover every inch. She calmed herself by really seriously attempting to do the check.

That calmed him a lot as well because, although it felt great, it wasn't overwhelmingly pleasurable. His immediate urge to cum slowly subsided.

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

He relaxed a bit, realizing that he could hold out longer if she kept doing only what she was doing for a while.

Then she grew bolder, affirming in her mind a decision that she'd made. 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 him, "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."

Her fingers went back to stimulating his sweet spot most of the time, even while she continued with the "abnormality check" with her other hand. But before long, she seemed to forget all about doing the check, and that other hand started pumping up and down his shaft.

They continued in silence. His 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.

She thought, This is so weird. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. It feels so strange to slide my fingers up and down this ... thing. This member. Erection, I suppose. Dick or cock even, some say. Doing this may not be the greatest thing since sliced bread, like Suzanne has been claiming, but it's ... nice. I could even get used to this, I think.

That was a drastic understatement as she tried to pretend even to herself that she was staying calm and collected. In reality, she was so horny she could hardly tell up from down. The smell of aroused pussy filled the room.

Alan was having an increasingly difficult time not cumming, especially because Susan didn't know that she needed to pause or slow down when he was almost ready to reach orgasm, as 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 to his lap that he could feel her cool breath on the tip of his dick.

"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. She could feel her own urge to cum within her as she thrilled at thoughts of him cumming. She would have climaxed then, too, had there been any tactile stimulation of her nipples or clit.

He began shooting his cum right 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 as she'd seen Akami do, she leaned back and took some of it on her chest instead. Besides, she loved the idea of getting painted with his pearly cream on her face and chest, since she'd been dreaming about it and talking about it with Suzanne for so many days.

But while her eyes stayed closed, Alan was busy watching everything. He noticed that she 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, much like Gene Kelly when he danced and sang in "Singing in the Rain." 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 wildly swirling 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 his cum in the warm erection in her hands and also felt his squirts landing on her chest. She recalled from the all too rare times she'd had sex with her husband that a man squirted like that just a few times, maybe three or four at the most.

But Alan just kept cumming and cumming, spurting at least ten ropes of cum. The jets of semen shooting from the tip of his dick seemed never-ending and the accompanying rush of orgasmic pleasure seemed to go on forever as well.

Finally Susan opened her eyes in shock and stared as the last few ropes shot from the tip of his dick.

He cried out a deep guttural moan.

She cried out too, but her voice was higher pitched and expressed more shock..

Fuck me...I Love Susan.

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99 Cumshot @ Susan's face and tits.

Alan was spent. He came down slowly from his erotic high. Dang! I can't believe it. That was AWESOME! INCREDIBLE! It was even better than with Aunt Suzy, 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 chest, but there was more of it on her face.

As her mind started to function better, she thought, Wow! That was REALLY strange. But not so 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 inhibitions to agree? But Ron could never cum that much with his little pecker. My son though, he just kept shooting and shooting and shooting! He must have been really excited. And I made him that way. That makes me feel great!

Tiger is just so virile! Like Suzanne keeps telling me, he's a total stud! Now I know what that means. So much sperm everywhere!

As she looked at the cum on her hands, she noticed her wedding ring. There wasn't any cum right on her ring, but there was all around it, and that gave her a spasm of guilt. Am I cheating on Ron? Suzanne says it's not cheating, but I just don't know. He hasn't been the best of husbands, but I still feel uneasy about doing this behind his back, just the same.

Finally she said to Alan, "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 heaving tits. 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." She's even called it a sticky, delicious sign of his love. It would be unseemly for me to give any of this a taste, no matter how yummy it might be. But Suzanne also said that him cumming so much and so often is a sign of his great virility. My Tiger could be a real tiger in bed! Heck, I'm sure that he would be!

She looked at him with a new attitude and a face full of bliss. It struck her that he was exceptionally sexually potent and talented, a true prize for any woman. She suddenly felt as if the cum that covered her was the greatest thing ever. It seemed as if she could just smile and gaze into his eyes for all eternity.

But then she began examining her chest more closely, running her fingers around and through the gobs of cum. 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 blouse off first."

Some of his cum had landed on her lower lip. She waited until he 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 used her tongue to bring it into her mouth.

Darn it, that IS a tasty treat! She already knew his cum tasted great, from her surreptitious taste when she'd been with him and Akami. She also loved its smell. The fresh taste confirmed her opinion and fed her hunger for more. MMMM! So good! 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 spermy spend have to taste so darn good?!

One of her hands found a particularly large gob of cum on her chest, so she 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 he didn't catch her in the act.

When she did remember, she looked up to see him staring at the finger in her mouth with an astonished face. Busted! Damn. But the thing is, it's just too delicious to stop. Mmmm.

Alan imagined that the finger in her mouth was his dick. 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 get it all. Even though he'd just cum, he could feel that his dick was still rock hard and ready for more.

Susan thought back to Suzanne's cocksucking 'instructions,' given on several occasions but mostly during their long morning phone call. While she hadn't sucked him off, Suzanne's advice seemed apt at that moment. "A good cocksucker always swallows. Cum can be very messy, and the best way to clean up is to eat it all. 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 him 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.

He was still recovering, and thus hardly able to talk, or even think much, but his eyes lit up and he said, "Mind? Are you kidding me? 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, hee-hee. 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 special 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, so the sight of his cum all over her tremendous breasts was almost too much to take. The added sight of her openly eating some of his cum pushed him even further, especially when she licked her fingers clean.

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

She noticed that a small gob had dripped down to her wedding ring, which was a simple platinum band. But she was off in such a happy erotic la-la land that that only pleased her even more. She purposely and lovingly licked the ring clean.

Alan thought momentarily that he would faint when he saw that, but he held his breath until the feeling passed. He was starting to wonder when his mother would notice that his dick was still stiff.

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'd splattered Akami's average-size boobs. Susan's chest seemed to Alan like two mighty mountains with a deep valley between them. His cum gobs couldn't keep their elevation on those mountains, so they began sliding down into her valley, especially as more of them fell from her face. It occurred to him that her cleavage would be so perfectly lubricated with his cum that he could slip his boner into that valley and fuck her there.

"I have no idea what to do with all this stuff," she said to him. "There's just so much sperm! Is this much ... discharge ... normal? Suzanne said that I should eat it all because, uh, otherwise..."

She tried to remember the reason Suzanne had given, but came up blank. (In fact, Suzanne hadn't given any reason, but 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 that it was a pretty thin excuse to do something so blatantly obscene. So she added, "I hope Suzanne warned you about the evils of letting your seed spill upon 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 stop herself from eating the rest of it. Pretending not to notice that her son was continuing to stare, 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 his cum into her mouth, she was practically fucking her mouth with her fingers as she was doing it. She was fantasizing about sucking him off. She had been aware that he was still erect for a while, so when he was obviously staring at her mouth and chest she unashamedly stared right back at his waving erection. Oooh goody! Look at that thing! Soooo 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. This is a penis I want to get to know intimately. My son is a stud! Mmmm. MMMM! More!

She scooped up more gobs of cum and took her time savoring them, one by one. I don't really remember why I'm supposed to eat all of this, but I don't care. As for stroking him, who am I kidding? It wasn't just okay, it wasn't just fun, it was GREAT! I could play with it all day! I felt soooo good making him squirm and wiggle and practically burst with joy. And then when he DID burst, with his blast of gooey cum, what a rush!

If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

She continued to scoop and lick while Alan just stared at her. Mmmm. More cum. Yum. This is soooo 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 too many days until I have the real thing inside my mouth, pulsing with life and sperm, rather than just my own cummy finger. Oooh! That's a nasty thought, hee-hee.

The sight of her devouring his cum with such obvious enjoyment and lust again made him 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 was already again worried about premature ejaculation. Dang! I really need to work on my PC muscle exercises so I won't keep embarrassing myself. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming as best he could.

Finally, Susan finished devouring his cum, ending 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 were 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 would be!

Okay, true, Suzanne did warn me, and in spades, and she was 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? She keeps telling me that too.

"No, it's my fault!" Alan suddenly said, surprising her. "I'm sorry I came that quickly. 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 his compliments than she'd been by any others 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, and she was speaking to his jutting erection, not to his face.

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

She gave a heavy and very audible sigh of relief..

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100 Handjob from Susan

"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, 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 that she was fishing for compliments, and he was very happy to give them sincerely. "Live with it? Mom, I'd 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'd prefer Suzanne's help much more." She seemed keen on "checking" his sweet spot, as she kept on rubbing him there.

"Mom, Aunt Suzy is amazing, but you're totally amazing too. Of course she 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 she'd moved on from rubbing his sweet spot after trying to "check" that spot for a minute or two. The rest of her abnormality check wasn't the same as a full-on handjob and it didn't feel nearly as good to him.

A light bulb went off in his head. "Mom, why don't you practice giving me a handjob right now? Then I can better compare how you do it to Aunt Suzy's style. We can get back to the abnormality check after you practice that 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 her hands began pumping up and down his shaft.

Alan had to stifle a loud groan, both over what she was doing and at her obvious joy in doing it. He was glad that at least this time he was able to hold out and enjoy it longer, now that he'd already cum once.

After a few minutes, she said as she stroked happily, "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. Besides, Akami said that you need to be stimulated for a long time or it doesn't count for your daily total."

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. In a way I almost wish that guys didn't have 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 coc- ... uh, your member.

I can't let myself get too excited. I'm all but naked, with my big tits constantly bouncing around, and if things get totally out of control my own son could end up fucking me! That's one reason why I have to know how to tame this hot, throbbing wild beast with just my hands.

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

He 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. Her boobs were already constantly on the move, but now she sat forward with her chest thrust out while he sat right at the edge of her bed, to give him an even better show. 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.

She asked, "Is that good? Is that how Suzanne does it?"

He went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Aunt Suzy... Um... You don't have to do exactly what she does. I'm sure you can be just as good as her, but using your own style. Just watch my face and listen to my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard question 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 by this time. 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 his dick, and sometimes she dropped a hand to her sopping wet panties to touch her clit. She was on fire.

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

She continued to stroke him with gusto, but she began to pay more attention to his reaction and vary her technique to determine what worked best. For his first climax, she had been uncontrollably excited and stroked madly and passionately. But this time around she took a bit more time, 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. Most especially, she focused more on rubbing his sweet spot and the other most sensitive spots Suzanne had told her about, generally around his cockhead.

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?" she asked eagerly.

He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis, below the 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, the one that both Suzanne and Akami had called the "sweet spot." Susan was already rubbing there a lot, but from that point on, at least one of her hands seemed to be focusing there at all times.

Time passed in a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. He had been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate space 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, finding himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He'd been enjoying himself so much that he'd forgotten to struggle to delay his 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. Luckily, she'd been holding and fondling his balls with one hand, and she'd felt them tighten and lift, so she wasn't that surprised when his cum started to fly. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot towards her face and chest.

The previous time, she'd been 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 his cum landed on her.

Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and correctly concluded that she must be climaxing.

Remarkably, she hadn't been playing with her clit through her panties at the time, although she certainly had been minutes earlier, so what pushed her over the edge was that she was so excited from his cumming.

As successive ropes were flying shorter distances when his climax started to peter out, she shook his erection more vigorously, coaxing out more and more cum until it just dripped, and then stopped altogether. Then she fell back onto the floor, emotionally and mentally drained.

For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan might have been enjoying the experience as much as, or even more than, he had himself, which was saying quite a lot.

"Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said, as she writhed about slowly 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. When she'd had sex with her husband, she'd never had even one orgasm, and now she was having a whole series, which kept on long after she stopped touching him.

Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally bucked from the intensity of it all, like the aftershocks of a big earthquake. She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think that I was married all these years and I never once experienced THAT.

Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only heightened. She was like a drug addict who'd just had her all-time greatest high, and was now ready to do anything for another hit. She took a hand and began rubbing his 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, hee-hee!

With her other hand, she resumed rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Her pussy was totally soaked, with rivulets of her juices running down her thighs. Then she pushed her panties aside and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping slit, fingering her clit at the same time. She knew that masturbating in front of her son was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of his abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself.

However, her pussy was still sensitive from her recent series of climaxes, so 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 had been too preoccupied to get a clear view of her pussy while she'd been playing with it. But he too was in recovery mode and in no mood to complain about anything, given the incredible experience he'd just had.

"Look at me, Tiger," she cooed as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum soooo much. It's just too much. Good Lord, I must look like some kind of big-titted, sperm-covered mommy! Mmmm! What am I supposed to do with all this cum?"

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

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

Despite his lack of sexual experience, 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), so his command caused chills of excitement to run 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 to suck a cum gob off her fingers - "I kind of like having it on my skin too. It's like you're ... marking me. ... Claiming me, even!" She ate more of his cum, repeatedly sucking it off her fingers. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!"

He did look 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 interval, he was a bit surprised that his penis didn't immediately lurch back into action yet again, because every move she made and every word she said was just too arousing to take. Mom is 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 clit 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 pausing to savor 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 more wildly.

He completely 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, even as they sway all around her chest. But that's not all! She's got a hand under her panties, plunging into the depths of her snatch while her legs buck and kick in the air.. It's like she's being royally fucked by an invisible man!

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101 Another Intense Session

Alan looked down at himself. His weary penis had been flaccid seconds before, but now it was rigid again. This is insane! 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! You're begging for it! I'm going to give it to you!

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

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

She lunged forward as if she were attacking him. Her mouth aimed for his boner and it connected; she took his erection into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed. The gobs of cum that remained on her face and tits 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 cock. He was somewhat surprised that she had managed not to bite it or otherwise 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, big-titted cocksucking mommy, hee-hee! It feels so GOOD! So THICK and BIG!

MMMM! Suzanne was so right about this! I can tell right away that I love it! Mmmm! I can barely stretch my lips around it. Hey, Suzanne was right about that too! She's such a genius!

Her entire body trembled with lust as she focused fully on the feeling of having her mouth filled with her son's cock. Everything about it was too thrilling and arousing for her to handle. She had to take some moments to adjust to breathing through her nose, but even that excited her beyond belief.

She felt as if she'd had an epiphany. This is major! Somehow, I can tell that this is a major turning point. It just feels so right to have my mouth stuffed with my son's massive cock! So wrong, but so right too! I'm going to suck him off to completion now, as best as I possibly can. But I can already sense this isn't going to be the only time. Oh no! In fact, what if... what if I were to start stroking and sucking him all the time?! What if I totally fall in love with doing it?! OH GOD! Suzanne would approve, but it's just so naughty! But I can't help it!

She placed her hands on his knees and immediately began sucking vigorously. It was clear she was inexperienced in cocksucking, because at first she gagged repeatedly. But after a few attempts she learned not to try and take it in so deep. Her tongue and hands weren't really doing anything, because sliding her lips back and forth over his sweet spot while creating considerable suction took all her concentration.

He didn't care how clumsy or inexperienced she was. The mere fact that his prudish yet super sexy mother was the one blowing him was such a rush that he was nearly delirious. He grabbed her by her long, dark brown 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 in time to her bobbing head. But he was moving and so was she, and he couldn't concentrate, so all he could manage was some rough groping.

Still, he found that extremely exciting, since it was the first time she'd ever allowed him to touch her bare boobs with his hands.

Susan didn't like that though, fearing a repeat sexual escalation. So she paused long enough to help him sit up on the edge of the bed. She figured that her rack would be more out of reach if she sucked him while kneeling between his knees. Besides, there was something about that position that turned her on even more, at least in part because Suzanne had been hyping it so much of late.

He readily accepted the new position, reclining until his back rested against the wall. While it would have been nice to grope at the huge breasts he'd secretly lusted after for years, he was so far gone with pleasure from her steady cocksucking that he could hardly focus on anything else, let alone think clearly.

As she resumed her bobbing, she thought, Suzanne is a fellatio expert; that's obvious. She's got plenty of experience, that extra-long tongue of hers, and a naturally sexy attitude. I'm not about to embarrass myself compared to her. This may not be the right or moral thing to do. I don't know. Sometimes, the good Lord just doesn't give a clear sign. But it's what I'm doing, and darn it, I want to be as good as Suzanne is! I'm gonna put all my reservations aside and suck this fat cock like my life depends on it!

Susan quickly learned that a good technique was to suck as deeply down his shaft as her mouth could manage 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 him 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 bucking wildly again as she was wracked by more orgasms. Her private parts weren't being stimulated directly, but the sheer thrill of sucking her son's cock had aroused her more than anything in her entire life. All her reluctance and resistance vanished as she totally succumbed to some kind of cocksucking mania.

She tried to remember and implement the blowjob advice that Suzanne had given her, but it was hard to do. She was loving every last aspect of the experience, and she was as happy as she could be merely from having her son's cock filling her mouth. But from time to time she remembered her desire to become as good at this as Suzanne. She still was too far gone with lust to try out Suzanne's tips, but she did remember to focus more on his frenulum, the "sweet spot" on the inner side just below his cockhead.

She mostly kept her eyes closed to help her focus fully on what she was doing. Besides, that reduced her embarrassment a little bit. But from time to time she would peek up at him and see the rapturous expression on his face, which delighted her to no end. Before long he was continually moaning with pleasure, and that truly was music to her ears. Gosh, this is such FUN! Tough, but fun! I'm making Tiger so happy that I can't believe it! He's practically going out of his mind, thanks to ME!

After a few more minutes, she removed her mouth from his soaked boner 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. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and there was cum and saliva drooling down her chin. "Tiger, Mommy is a real cocksucker now! What do you think of that?"

"Oh, Mom!" He was beyond speaking. There were no words to convey his joy. He was riding along the edge of orgasm, yet somehow he wasn't cumming quite yet. It was incredible.

She panted, "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 with knees bent, with one foot between her legs where she was trying to press it into her pussy. As she bounced, she was able to gain a small measure of satisfaction by using her heel to rub against her clit. She could tell she'd be having more powerful "tingles" soon.

Then she had the great idea to lick around his cockhead (and especially over his sweet spot) while her hands stroked the rest. Her lips had been very busy, but her tongue hadn't really gotten involved before that.

She took to that combined action like a duck to water. She loved it so much from the get-go that she was frustrated that she hadn't started licking his erection years earlier. Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMM! So good! So yummy! He has such a POWERFUL and THICK cock! It's like I'm trying to tame it with my tongue by making him squirt, but that's no easy task, that's for sure. I could keep at this all day long! Mmmm! And it seems that every time I lick right... here, I'm rewarded with one of Tiger's lusty moans. Mmmm! Especially when I lick him right HERE! She lapped fervently all over his sweet spot.

He thought, Holy fucking hell! That feels AWESOME! Mom's even better at licking than she is at sucking! Dang! Mom is licking my cock! I can't believe it!

Meanwhile, her hands flew back and forth over his turgid pole, even as she kept on licking all over his most sensitive spots.

Both mother and son were now truly beyond coherent speech, so they just screamed and moaned unintelligibly.

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

Susan rapidly put her mouth back over his erection and prepared to swallow it all. Feeling him cum in her mouth had been a great fantasy of hers for days, ever since Suzanne had started talking about it, and now it was actually happening to her. She felt like she'd just won a million dollars.

He came, and came, and came again.

She rubbed her clit against her heel and had another orgasm, her best one yet.

She was amazed at the sheer amount of cum that rocketed into her mouth. But her inexperience betrayed her again; most of it dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin.

Both of them finally fell back in exhaustion.

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 of cum had landed on her face and chest, minus all the gobs that she'd eaten or swallowed directly.

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

"Oh!" she cried. "Tiger! My special son. You've covered me! Covered me in cum! So good!"

Her body bucked with erotic spasms, and he wondered if she'd orgasmed yet again. But eventually her hand movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether..

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102 Boundaries

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 an exhausting race.

The only thought going through Alan's mind was wondering how long it would take for his dick to recover, so he could give his mother the proper fucking she so richly needed. Looking at her massive 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.

Although she'd had some intense orgasms of her own, she wasn't feeling much of a post-orgasmic letdown. Everything was still too exciting to believe. She thought, Okay. Wow! I've gotta just chill out and stay calm. But how can I?! That's like living my entire life and only now discovering what color is. Or FOOD! This is practically as big as discovering how good it is to eat food! But perhaps that's not far off, because this kind of feels like the first REAL sex I've ever enjoyed. I know I've done things with Ron, letting him fuck me from time to time. But all of that pales in comparison to THIS! So it's like I've just discovered what sex is about, and it's as big as food. WOW!

The problem is, I'm going to want to do this all the time now. But I can't! I'm still his mother. I'm still a married woman. The Bible doesn't exactly approve of this. Besides, I have to be careful of the slippery slope. We very nearly went way too far! My task has to be helping with his visual stimulation and letting Suzanne stroke and suck him all the time. Every day. Darn. What a lucky girl she is!

She sat up and looked at him. 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 had 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 was afraid for a moment there that 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 held his hand and tried to convey the seriousness of her words with a stern expression. 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?"

He suddenly felt very ashamed. His passion was rapidly abating in the wake of the change of mood, and he grappled with hiding his true feelings. He lied blatantly, "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 eased her concerns. And it was true that he was suppressing those particular incestuous desires, for the time being. He didn't want to take her forcefully or without her permission, and he was horrified that he'd just come so close to attempting to do that.

"Good." She was happy to hear his response. "If you realize and respect the boundaries, then there's no reason why we can't do this kind of thing more often." A LOT more often! Why should Suzanne have all the fun?! "But you have to remain detached, and remember that this is just a medical procedure."

He nearly laughed out loud at that, until he realized that she was dead serious.

She did mean it, sort of. She still needed some kind of fig-leaf excuse to justify doing something like they had just done, so she clung to the medical-procedure excuse like a life preserver in a raging sea. "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 a lot of 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 sometimes being 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 in a weird kind of way. Plus it feels really, really, really good! He chuckled silently.

"Good," Susan said, fondly rubbing the top of his hand with her own. "That's a good dear." She was surprisingly firm about not wanting him to touch her breasts simply because she was so very sensitive there. She worried she'd lose all control if she let him fondle her tits extensively, and she'd wind up getting thoroughly fucked before she knew what was happening. Despite her rapidly evolving beliefs about sex, she still considered that a grave sin, on top of which, it would be incest.

She said, "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!"

Suzanne had been calling her "Mommy" sometimes during their more excited conversations, so she had started using that term in her own thoughts. It had been years since she'd referred to herself like that to Alan, but some part of her was still feeling very naughty and she'd discovered that saying it turned her on.

The two of them started cleaning the mixed fluids that had dripped and splattered everywhere. (In fact, the fluids were almost all from Susan's leaky pussy.) Their raging urges gradually came under control, even though Alan still only wore a T-shirt and Susan just her soaked panties.

Even then, Susan was still riding an erotic high, although it wasn't the off-the-charts all-out lust she'd felt when she'd been bobbing on and licking him. She deliberately delayed putting on any more clothes, reveling in the freedom of staying nearly naked (due to her soaked panties) in front of her studly son. She felt a never-ending "pinch me; I'm dreaming" joy. She had yet to be wracked by serious guilt or regret.

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 the sound delightful. She'd never been so wet in her life. She touched her clit and nearly screamed because it felt so great. Wow! This definitely blows sex with Ron out of the water. I feel kind of bad enjoying this so much, but Suzanne says that sometimes it can't be helped. I've never been so impressed by my brilliant best friend. If she says it's okay, it must be.

Alan dampened the towels in Susan's adjacent bathroom and rubbed the carpet with them while Susan changed the bedspread, since a lot of his earlier loads of cum had gotten onto it. They even found bits of cum that had been splattered many feet away.

He didn't get that much cleaning done, since he was transfixed watching every move his nearly-nude mother made. Although his penis was flaccid for the moment, it was as if he was enjoying a continuing mental orgasm. He simply couldn't get over everything that had happened since he'd come home from school.

After a while, she asked him in a much more subdued and contemplative (but still horny) 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 he was wrong, since he was already keen on crossing those boundaries, but he figured that was the best thing to say.

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

He thought about it seriously before replying. "Yes. Of course I promise. I would never want to hurt you." He took that 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 his great desire to fuck 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, that's different. 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, and it was a big one. 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 had been cleaning, Susan had still worn nothing but her panties and Alan just his T-shirt.

The more Alan recovered from his last orgasm, the more he grew distracted by her luscious body, especially her continually jiggling boobs.

She seemed to take her sweet time cleaning up, purposely shaking 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 suck, lick, and stroke him until he was empty, over and over again.

She enjoyed the constant sight of his penis, and the fact that he wasn't wearing shorts. But she was extremely frustrated that he was still flaccid. She was tempted to up her sexy teasing to get him stiff once again.

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

He drew close, ostensibly to check out the wetness of her panties, although many other aspects of her naked body caught his interest. Once he stopped looking at her exposed bush and pussy lips, he noticed that, sure enough, there was a large puddle of cum collected in her absolutely soaked panties, and more of the fabric was thoroughly wet.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of her musky snatch; it was a smell he was growing to love. He saw from mere inches away that her slit was still leaking copiously. He watched a rivulet of her pussy juices 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 wash."

She tossed them away and stood there in her naked glory. She didn't even attempt to cover her pussy with her hand. Yes! Mmmm! This feels GOOD! Taking my panties off might not seem to make a big difference, but it does. This is totally naughty and yet total ecstasy. Freedom! This is how I should be all the time: completely naked for my son! I don't know why, but it just feels so good and so right, like I BELONG like this forever! The only thing better would be to be naked AND have his great fat stiffy in my mouth. Oh dear. Susan, get a hold of yourself!

She looked at his crotch yet again, and licked her lips with delight. He was trying to hide the fact that his penis had re-erected. Since he still wore only a T-shirt, he had to keep a hand on his lower abdomen to keep his newly raging hard-on hidden under his shirt, pushed up towards his stomach. However, there was no way for him to conceal it, not under those conditions.

She added huskily and knowingly as she pointed at his crotch, "That is, unless you need some more help down there."

He realized with a start that her cleaning in the nude and the display of her panties had been 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.

He again felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss and grope her wildly. But due to his tiredness he 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 very much." She kissed the top of his head once again, and held him some more, but this time her hug was just tender, rather than an overwhelmingly erotic assault.

He smiled widely. "You know I love you too."

Her face practically glowed with delight upon hearing that. "I do. And what's so great is that we have a new way of expressing our love for each other." She reached down to his crotch and took his boner in her hand. "Just look at you, Son. Look at this! You're a real man now. There's no doubt about it! Such a BIG man!"

He groaned lustily, because she'd started jacking him off again. He thought, Oh, man! What a dilemma. That feels so dang good. But my body is crashing. If I don't leave to take a nap, I'm gonna fall asleep on my feet. But my dick IS erect, and I can tell she totally wants to suck me again. How can I turn that down?! But I have no choice.

He said, "Mom, sometimes after a guy has an orgasm, his body pretty much shuts down for a while. Even though my dick is stiff, as you can see and feel, I've just gotta take a nap right now or I'm gonna collapse. You understand, don't you?"

She pouted, "Oh, poo!" She was still sliding her fingers up and down his thickness.

"We can pick up right where we left off when I wake in a little while, okay?"

She let out a heavy sigh and nodded reluctantly.

He hurried back to his room, where he immediately fell into a deep, deep sleep..

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103 Things are going in the Right Direction

When Alan awoke, he remembered in a flash what had just happened with his mother. His penis was already 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 hard-on beneath the sheets of his bed.

He heard a soft feminine voice say the word "Tiger." He figured that 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 erection like it was a hot poker, and looked around.

There was his mother, sitting on a chair right next to his bed. She was smiling at him patiently. She apparently had 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 her waist except for a pair of panties, and the same pair of red high heels as before.

Alan could clearly see her hard, dark nipples through the white shirt. His fear of hearing a stranger in his room dissolved into lust as he saw how horny she was.

She said jokingly, "Tiger, you did say that you needed help as soon as you woke up. If you remember, we have some unfinished business."

His mind boggled as he struggled to wake completely. He felt shivers race down his spine as he recalled her briefly jacking him off just before he staggered to his room to take his nap. Though his dick was already erect, it quickly grew so stiff that it created a large lump in his bed sheets.

Susan stared at the obvious lump, and then came back to 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."

She crossed an arm under her rack, for no good reason except to make her great globes thrust up and out. "Well, then why were you doing that to yourself? Are you planning to spill your seed upon the ground?"

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

"They ARE from the Bible. Don't you remember from your Sunday school lessons? Or maybe you heard Suzanne talking about it lately?"

He shook his head 'No.'

She found it strange to talk about Scripture when she had such an itchy need in her pussy and nipples. Nevertheless, she explained, "That's the story of Onan, from the Book of Genesis. 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 or in my mouth, er, I mean her mouth, to avoid sinning. In a way, what we were doing earlier is blessed by the Lord."

He just nodded, but he thought to himself, That wasn't in any Bible story that they ever taught me! Actually, I do vaguely remember the story of Onan, but I'm pretty sure Mom has her own unique interpretation. Hey, if it works for her and makes her feel okay about playing with my dick, I'm sure not going to disagree with her about it!

She smiled. "Given that, don't you think it would be better if I helped you out instead of having you do it yourself and getting God angry at you?" She pulled his sheets back, letting his erection spring straight up in the air.

He smiled at that. "Mom, I would really love it if you did that for me."

She pulled the T-shirt off over her head, which set her huge knockers jiggling, then knelt at the edge of his bed.

His mind boggled. Oh MAN! She's naked! Totally naked. Well, not counting her panties. And those are kind of see-through anyway; I caught a glimpse of her bush and pussy right through them! Unfortunately, once she rested against the edge of the bed, he could only see her from the waist up. Still, that much was a very inspiring sight.

"Scoot over closer to me," 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 was shocked that she'd go straight to that. But she'd been waiting impatiently while he took his nap, and her desire to suck him some more had reached such levels that she couldn't delay it any longer. 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 manly MAN you are, and I love it!"

He could hardly argue with such eagerness, especially when she knelt there with her chest thrust out, proudly showing off her amazing rack. He scooted over to the edge of his bed.

She took his boner in her hand and caressed it gently. My Lord, I am going to suck this cock with such passion and love! I can hardly wait!

She gave it a tender kiss, right on his sweet spot. Then she placed it against her cheek and caressed it some more, purring with delight. "I'm so lucky to have a wonderful son with such a lovely penis. Suzanne is so right. It's an endless joy to make a REAL penis throb with pleasure!"

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

She grimaced. "Oh, please. Don't mention him and ruin my mood. Let's just say that 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?"

As she spoke, she kept running his erection around her face as if she were using it to apply facial cream everywhere. And that was fitting, since he was starting to leak pre-cum, which was getting smeared into her skin. When his hot pole got near her mouth, she sometimes stuck her tongue out and playfully licked it as it slid past.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he replied languidly. Strangely, he felt relaxed and yet wildly excited at the same time. "And I'm lucky to have the hottest, sexiest, bustiest, most beautiful mother in all of California. In the entire world, probably! And I'm really lucky we've found a way to do this without fu- ... Uh, without going too far."

She pulled his cockhead to her mouth and started licking it non-stop, with a focus on his sweet spot. "That you are. MMMM!" She shivered all over with pleasure as she luxuriated in her cock-licking. "But what about Suzanne, Son? Don't you think she's hot too? I think she is."

He was flying high with arousal, making it a struggle to think straight. Whoa! What does that mean? Why the heck is she hyping up Aunt Suzy while licking my boner?! How bizarre is that?

Meanwhile, standing outside the door, Suzanne's ears pricked up at the mention of her name. She had just arrived a minute or two earlier to spy on them, because curiosity had finally gotten the better of her. She knew that Susan had an "abnormality check" to do, and when she'd talked to her earlier she knew that Susan had gotten extremely hot and bothered. So Suzanne had been fairly certain that the "check" had been eventful. But she'd tried calling Susan several times to learn how it had gone and no one had answered the phone. (Susan had been busy with Alan, then she'd taken a long shower during his nap, which resulted in lots of powerful "tingles" for her.) Suzanne's frustration at not knowing finally drove her to go next door to find out what had happened.

Susan went on as she licked and slurped, "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 a LOT lately, since she talks about it so much. 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. Do you like to have a busty, naked, older woman on her knees, licking and sucking your cock?"

He chuckled. He realized she was playfully teasing him, because at this very moment she was doing that which she was describing. "You know it!"

Susan thought with glee, That's me right now! This is so debauched and even wicked, but I just can't help myself! It's only my hands and mouth on his cock, but I feel tingly all the way down to my toes. I've never felt so completely ALIVE!

Suzanne chuckled quietly to herself. You go, girl! This is an unexpected bonus, having Susan hype me like that. But what is she DOING?! With her ear held directly to the door, she could just barely make out the words that were spoken, but she couldn't hear anything aside from that. She decided to ever so slowly open the door just a crack.

"Mmmm!" Susan started licking down to the base of his shaft, fully exploring his entire erection with her tongue for the first time. "Tell me, have you hosed down her face and chest with your cum yet?" She was talking about Suzanne, but she was mostly thinking about herself. She was hopeful that if he'd thoroughly drenched Suzanne in cum, her turn would be coming soon.

He thought, FUCK ME! Painting Mom in my cum?! Is that really going to happen?! It's like I've died and gone to porno heaven! He tried hard to keep calm as he responded, "Well, 'hosed down' might be overstating it, but yeah, I've done that."

Suzanne had the door open a tiny fraction of an inch, but it was enough for her to hear much better. Suddenly, all of the slurping sounds became crystal clear. Oh my God! Susan's doing it! She really is licking his cock! YES! She was so thrilled that she nearly swooned. She sensed that this was a pivotal development that would permanently alter all their lives.

Susan answered her son enthusiastically, "Oh God! So hot! I wish I could see her big breasts and mine! all covered in your potent seed! I think you're going to be doing a lot of that to us from now on, aren't you? After all, the Bible clearly states that spilling one's seed on the ground is a sin. That's why your cum should always end up on or in her, or me!" She fondled his balls, since her hands otherwise didn't have much to do while her tongue slowly slathered up and down all eight inches of his hard-on.

Suzanne practically fainted all over again from the confirmation that Susan was not only licking and sucking Alan's erection, but she was doing it with great gusto. Suzanne was a very experienced and even jaded woman, but this was the most exciting thing she'd ever heard. It wasn't just what Susan was doing at that moment, but rather the dazzling set of long-term possibilities that Susan's new attitude made possible.

Hearing Susan talk repeatedly about letting him cum on her and on Suzanne was such a mind-blowing idea that he would have found himself on the brink of orgasm from that alone. What was even better was how she sounded excited rather than repulsed by the idea. When the pleasuring by her hands and tongue was included as well, he felt as if he might have lost his mind to a total erotic fantasy.

Nevertheless, he was fighting hard to maintain control to prolong the joy. In an attempt to keep the conversation going, he asked, "So you find her large breasts arousing?" That wasn't a logical follow-up, but he was thinking of shooting his cum on their massive racks, maybe even while they were pressed closely together against each other.

Susan pictured Suzanne's breasts. She was surprisingly aroused by that image, because she was imagining them covered in her son's creamy sperm. She finally replied, "Not exactly. It just makes me so happy knowing that your cock is getting sucked by someone who loves it and you. I know 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!"

Susan went back to just licking around his cockhead, enabling her hands to vigorously stroke his shaft at the same time. She was eager to get back to sucking his cock, like she'd been doing before his nap, but first wanted to savor this experience for a while. "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 that there was a medical reason for what she was doing. That reminded her that, according to her moral beliefs she wasn't supposed to be enjoying it so much, except perhaps by accident. Right at that moment there was a heck of a lot of accidental enjoyment going on, but she told herself that couldn't be helped. She sensed she'd be able to cum instantly if she so much as touched her clit, but she was in no rush to do that.

She stopped to slather his entire cockhead with her saliva before continuing with a sensual purr. "It looks like I'm going to be helping you out a lot from now on. With my hands... and my mouth!"

The hearts of both Alan and Susan skipped a beat as they reveled in the implications of that statement.

Suzanne was so overcome by delight upon hearing that from the hall that she wanted to scream and yell and celebrate. But she forced herself to stay calm so she could continue her eavesdropping.

Susan added, "But I can't always be there for you. Maybe... sometimes, 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 as 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!"

"Awww, thanks. By the way, do you like it when I fondle your testicles?" One hand went back to doing just that, while her other hand kept sliding up and down his long shaft.

"Hell, yeah! It feels great! Mom, you're incredible!"

Suzanne was still listening intently. My God, she is incredible! Go, Susan, go! She chuckled quietly to herself. I can't believe my plan is actually coming to fruition. This is so key! Her progress here is a life-changer for us all!

Susan replied, "Tiger, I would love to hear you say more nice things, but instead of us talking I'd rather be sucking your cock again. So help me God, this is the BEST!" She wrapped her mouth around his stiffness and began slurping and sucking her way to his sweet spot.

He arched his body backwards and his mind reeled as a tremendous surge of arousal washed over him like a tsunami. The ecstasy was so intense that he didn't understand how he was managing to hang on without cumming. Actually, the only reason he succeeded was because his desire to feel her sucking him was so great that he kept straining with all his might to hold back just a little longer.

That initial lusty surge passed, but both of them continued flying high with total arousal. He thought, That feels so fucking GREAT! I seriously can't even believe it! She's talking with such a sexy and even dirty mouth! My super prudish mom! No way! And the things she DOES with her mouth?! Whoa! Oh shit, like what she's doing with her tongue right there. Yow!

It took her a couple of minutes to readjust to sucking on his thick erection. But while he'd been napping, she'd spent a long time trying to recall Suzanne's cocksucking tips, and she'd resolved to try harder to apply them at her next opportunity. She knew her best friend was much more talented at this, but she wanted to at least be good enough for her son to want a lot more cocksucking help from her and not just from his aunt. So, with that in mind and for the very first time, she licked his erection while her lips sucked on it at the same time.

It took her about a minute to get the hang of doing both things at the same time. But once she did, she discovered that she loved cocksucking even more than before. What she had started doing was just the right level of difficulty to make it continually challenging and interesting.

Her lips and tongue were focusing on his sweet spot, driving him absolutely insane with pleasure. He didn't think he'd be able to stave off his climax much longer, nor did he really want to. Who is this vixen and what did she do with my conservative mom? Seriously. Today has been out of control, and it keeps getting better!

Suzanne's curiosity was killing her. She'd been planning Susan's change-of-heart for months. It was beyond gratifying to hear evidence that her plan was working, but she wanted to see it as well. However, she was afraid to peek in for fear that Susan would catch her, which itself might trigger a dramatic reversal. However, eventually Suzanne realized that the two of them would be so involved in what they were doing that they probably wouldn't see her, so she decided to open the door just a little more, just enough to peek in.

She did that, but immediately she was so stunned that she unthinkingly opened the door a good deal more. Then she simply gaped in disbelief.

My... GOD! Seeing is believing! Susan is really doing it! She's got his entire cockhead in her mouth, and then some! Not only that, but she's naked except for one flimsy pair of panties! And she's LOVING IT! That's the really amazing thing! She's so clearly enjoying herself; it's as if she's trying get her tongue and lips on the entire surface of his cock simultaneously!

WOW! I still can't believe my eyes! What happened to the prudish Susan I've known all these years?! It's like she's lost all control!

Suddenly, she realized how wide the door had swung open, so she closed it almost completely, leaving space for just one eye to peek through. She breathed a sigh of relief that her carelessness hadn't interrupted them, because she knew that Susan had to be feeling conflicted and would be easily spooked.

Suzanne felt thrilled down to her toes. The feeling was so overwhelming that she stepped away from the door for a moment to calm herself. She wanted to bounce around like a human pogo stick and punch towards the sky repeatedly. This is it! This is it! This is far better than anything I'd dreamt might happen! I'd hoped she'd get just a little carried away stroking him. But this! It'll move my plans forward by weeks, if not months!

She rushed back to the door to peer within and see what would happen next..

Things are spicing up..

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104 Another Orgasm

Susan stopped abruptly just as Alan was hitting an erotic high. Sitting back up, she asked him, "Since you promised 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 knew that was against her own rules, but she was so very turned on that she couldn't help herself. In fact, she'd already been touching herself there occasionally, but she hoped that she'd been surreptitious enough that he hadn't noticed. She thought that if she got his okay, that would make it more permissible somehow.

He was extremely grateful that she was taking a break from her blowjob, since that allowed him to retreat from the brink. He waited some long moments before he responded. Finally, after getting his wild panting under control, he said, "Well Mom, I think it's a given that I'm going to shoot my cum all over your beautiful body."

"Yes. And?" She resumed jacking him off. She would have much preferred more sucking, but she needed her mouth to talk until their discussion had ended, and besides, she needed to give her tongue a break from all the licking and her jaw some relief from all the sucking.

"Well, we got lucky the last time and none of my cum got on your panties, but I think you should take them off just to be safe, don't you? Besides, the house 'no underwear' rule really requires it."

She gave him a naughty grin. "What an excellent idea! There's no telling where your sperm shooter is gonna hit me next." The concern over him getting his cum on her panties was absurd because they were already soaked from her own juices, even though she'd put on a fresh pair while he was sleeping, immediately after her masturbatory shower. Still, she liked having the fig-leaf excuse much more than having no excuse at all. She immediately pulled her panties down and off her legs, then threw them across the room. All the while she kept one hand stroking Alan's erection.

For a moment Suzanne froze in fear, with her heart nearly thumping out of her chest, because when Susan tossed her panties away she had partially turned so that she almost could see the open door. Suzanne decided that she was risking too much by keeping the door open, even if only an inch, so she pulled it almost closed. The razor-thin crack that remained still allowed her to hear almost everything that was happening.

Recovering from her fright, she thought, Phew! That was too close! I'm still reeling in total disbelief! Susan just took off her panties?! Pinch me; I must be dreaming! But I'm cursed too. I get to see her perfect body in the nude, which I've longed to do for years, and then I get to drink in the sight for only a couple of seconds before I have to close the door. Maybe I'll just take one last little peek... No! I can't. It's too dangerous; I can't risk ruining all my plans! What if she were to see me? In fact, even listening to them like this is dangerous. I really ought to go. ... Well, in a little while. This is too great to miss!

Susan looked at Alan's bugged-out eyes staring at her bush and grew a bit concerned, so she covered it with one hand and said, "Son, you're not thinking of you-know-what, just because your busty mommy is totally nude and jacking off your hard cock, are you?"

He answered, "Mom, I promised I'd 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 told him to look elsewhere, she was grinning madly.

He could tell that she was so horny that she actually wanted to show off her pussy, so he said, "Come on, Mom. Please?"

That wasn't an excuse at all, but even so she wavered. "I don't know. It's embarrassing! The problem is, it's all, well, kind of wet and sticky down there."

"So what? You know what that means to me? That's a sign of your love. It makes me really happy and proud to see you wet down there. It just shows what a caring and loving mom you really are."

"Really?"

"Really!"

In fact, he couldn't really explain how her wetness was a sign of caring and love if she had challenged him, but it sounded good anyway and he had realized that Susan wasn't thinking logically. Hearing that, she took her hand away from her pussy.

"Oh, WOW!" His eyes bugged out in genuine awe.

She asked shyly, "You're not grossed out?"

"No way! It's beautiful!"

Very pleased at his apparently sincere reaction, she spread her legs wider to give him a better view. However, her hand hovered nearby, ready to cover her pussy again at any moment.

Still feeling bashful, she asked, "How does it compare to Suzanne's?"

He noticed that her pussy and bush looked almost 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. Their hair color was almost exactly the same there too, except for Suzanne's reddish tint. 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 finally responded, "Mom, you know Suzanne is like some kind of unbelievably perfect goddess, right?"

She nodded.

"Well, hers looks just like yours. That means yours is unbelievably perfect too."

She smiled and turned away, pleased as she could be. "Awww. You're just saying that."

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

"Well, okay." I can't believe I just said that! What kind of shameless hussy am I turning into?!

However, even as she was chiding herself, she brushed her fingers up and down her soaked slit. Curiously, she kept on complaining, "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, he 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 after prolonged stimulation, and do it six times a day, just like the doctor ordered."

The idea that he needed help to stay erect while his naked centerfold 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 labia in earnest.

However, she realized she'd be having double the fun if she was stroking her son's boner at the same time. So she shifted positions and used her other hand to do that too.

Pretending to be clueless, he asked, "What's that little bump, right above your nether lips?"

"Oh, that? That's my very special, very naughty spot. It's called a clitoris. Whenever I touch it... oh my goodness! It really makes me horny!"

"Then touch it! I want to see you horny."

Susan had never been so horny in her life, but even so, she did as she was told. She started alternating between rubbing her clit and caressing her wet pussy lips. Within seconds, 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!"

She suddenly realized that she would be peaking soon. In an attempt to hold off, she tried not to touch her clit so much, instead focusing more on stroking her son's erection. But she loved doing that as well, so much so that it didn't do anything to cool her ardor.

A minute or two later she did climax, although it was only a medium-large one this time. She had to stop stroking and just grasp his hard-on as her body trembled all over. Since it was not a titanic orgasm, she was able to resist screaming like a stuck pig. Instead she just let out a series of erotic grunts and moans.

She thought, Mmmm! So intense! That must be God's way of rewarding me for helping Tiger with his special needs.

Since she'd never let go of his boner, she resumed stroking it.

He thought, Man, that's cool. I'm pretty sure Mom just had a big orgasm.. Neat! I wanna give her lots of those! And now I can!

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105 Mommy loves to suck Tiger's cock!

As much as Alan was enjoying everything Susan was doing, he was eager for more oral stimulation. He also noticed that the hand that she'd been using to stroke herself was now free. He 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 appallingly-neglected cock." She bent over and took his cockhead back into her mouth while her hand continued to stroke the base.

He 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 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 a changed attitude. Heh! This is just too much for me to take!

Considering that it was her first day of cocksucking, Susan was surprisingly good at it. Mostly that was because of the tips Suzanne had given her, plus her determination to do the best job she could. She continued her approach of using her tongue, lips, and fingers all at the same time, which wasn't that easy to do.

After a few minutes, he grabbed Susan 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, please! 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 Aunt Suzy 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 Aunt Suzy, completely off the sexy scale."

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

He laughed. "No."

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

He 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 inscrutably. Then after waiting a few heartbeats, she asked even more eagerly, "How 'bout now?"

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

Her face lit up. "Oh my! Where to begin? At first, jacking you off seemed strange and I didn't know what to think about it. I mean, I knew I liked it because it was making you happy, but I didn't know if I loved it. 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."

As she talked, she was slowly leaning in closer to his erection. But just when he was about to stop her, she halted with her mouth an inch or two from his cockhead.

She continued, "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 that way before."

Suzanne was still listening through the slight crack in the door. She thought, Very interesting. Very interesting indeed! It's remarkable enough that she's pretty much begging HIM for permission to suck his cock. That shows how much she truly loves it. But what's even more important is her comment that she loves knowing he's in charge. I've long known that she's generally pretty submissive, and I'm really glad to find out it includes sex. That's really critical for all my plans!

Alan couldn't help but notice that Susan was talking right into his hard-on, which meant that she was continually blowing air onto it. He wanted to tell her to stop because it wasn't giving his dick much of a chance to recover, but first he needed to ask, "What about Ron?"

"Ugh! I told you not to remind me of him; that only makes me feel guilty. I so want to be a good wife, a loyal wife, but your cock... I just can't resist it! You know, like, next time he 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?'"

"Whoa!" he said in amazement. Needless to say, that kind of talk wasn't helping his hard pole recover, especially since she kept blowing air directly onto it. At first he thought her doing so was inadvertent, but now he could tell from her playful grin that it was intentional.

She explained, "It's like you're marking me as yours. I can't explain it any better than that. I suppose Ron can still touch me, since I'm his wife and owe him that, but I belong to you now."

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

The still-eavesdropping Suzanne thought so also. Yeah, that IS pretty intense! Excellent! Sweetie and I will lead this new family I'm creating, and Susan will be our submissive sex kitten, just as I've always dreamt and planned! And Angel may be our sex kitten too, if my suspicions about her being somewhat submissive are correct as well. I'm so happy right now that I could fly to the moon!

Susan replied to her son, "I know it is, but I'm feeling pretty intense right now. And that's not even counting how much I love eating up your spermy cum. My goodness! I'm addicted already! 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 pause with you talking like that, especially WHERE you're doing the talking."

She smiled bashfully as she repositioned to take his erection between her lips. "Sorry 'bout that."

Her pussy was still feeling overly sensitive after her recent orgasm, so she devoted all her energy to sucking his cock for a while. Her skill was improving by the minute. She felt that since she seemed to have mastered the basics, she could try out some of the more advanced techniques that Suzanne had mentioned, like vibrating her mouth around his cock or sucking with a simultaneous twisting motion.

She also was feeling much more relaxed and at peace about the whole thing, which helped her confidence and stamina (and his too).

For a long while, her tongue focused on his frenulum, the sweet spot just below his cockhead that Suzanne had told her so much about. She really went at it, constantly varying her technique.

Eventually, he had to shout out, "No, Mom! Stop! Too good!"

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

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

But she was feeling delightfully naughty, so she went right back to that spot, except that this time she was slower and more gentle.

His legs were writhing around on the bed and his heart was pounding hard as he struggled to "endure" this great pleasure. "Mom! Oh Mom! You're such a great cocksucker! Such a natural! Oh no! I'm gonna blow!"

Feeling his cock twitch and realizing that he really was about to ejaculate, she backed off from that spot for a while. As much as she would have loved another load on her face, she didn't want their fun to come to an end so soon.

She was giddy with the compliments and the feeling of power that she got from micro-controlling his level of ecstasy. So he says I'm a "natural," eh? The thing is, this DOES come naturally to me. Mommy loves to suck Tiger's cock! Hee-hee-hee!

They continued like that for a few more excruciatingly joyous minutes. But because Alan hadn't gotten much of a recovery pause, he started cumming before he really wanted to. Nonetheless, it was a great experience for both of them.

He again came in her mouth, even as her lips continued to slip and slide all over his cockhead.

As she felt the hot ropes of his 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 such a naughty mommy! I'm sure I'm gonna feel dreadfully guilty about this later, but save that for tomorrow. I love it for now!

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

She loved hearing his rapturous enjoyment; it literally doubled her pleasure. She was a very giving person, especially when it came to her children: when he felt great, so did she.

After they were done, neither had the strength for another round; they were much too exhausted from all their previous times.

As Susan lay on his 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 with you, in case it isn't totally obvious already: I want to help you more than just once a week. Much more. Abnormality checks are all well and good, but you need a lot more help than that, what with your daily six-times treatment and all. Any time you want that again, come to Suzanne or me with your tasty, cum-filled cock. Especially me." She giggled at that last comment.

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

Susan took a very long time putting on her shirt, giving him another stimulating show. "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 big-titted cocksuckers at your beck and call, even if one of them is your own mother?"

"Mom, you're going to get me all horny again!" God DAMN! I'm already starting to regret my promise to not just up and give her a good fucking. Look at that cum dribbling down her chin. I think she likes to have it there. Weird.

"Oh no!" she said in mock fear. "Then I'll just have to please you with my mouth again. You're going to make me suck your cock." She spat out the word "cock" in a really nasty and sexy way that he hadn't even imagined she was capable of. "But I think I should go call Nurse Akami and tell her that your weekly penis abnormality check went very 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 be definitely certain it doesn't have an irregular bump on it is to repeatedly test it with my mouth every few hours."

His dick 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! Please don't. Things are really sensitive there right now. Almost painful even."

"Oh, poo," she pouted. She let go of his dick. Then, brightening, she said, "Rest some more. 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 just our day. It's a good time for you to take advantage of your mommy and her cock-hungry mouth. She's so eager for it! It's a good thing they'll all be gone for a while longer, don't you think? To think that I thought this would just take a short time - shows what I know."

She got up and pulled her thin pretense of a T-shirt on the rest of the way. It just barely came down low enough to cover the lower part of her pussy.

She turned and wiggled her butt at him as she was about to leave. Her ass was also only half-covered by the nearly-see-through T-shirt. "I really enjoyed what you did to me here yesterday by the pool." She showed him what she meant by sensuously running her hands over her ass cheeks, which caused her shirt to rise up. Then she picked up her soaked panties, swished her sexy ass through his doorway, and left to take another shower.

Holy hell! he thought. Mom not only looks like a sex bomb, now she's ACTING like one too!

Suzanne had been eavesdropping up until the very end. It was only when she heard the rustling sounds of Susan putting her clothes back on that she finally decided to leave. Even then, she lingered until the last possible moment, because she was learning so many important things. She loved Susan's new attitude. However, since she knew Susan so well, she realized that Susan would later feel overwhelmed by guilt and regret and so backslide. Suzanne was determined to do all she could to make Susan's new sexually-liberated attitude permanent, so that it would completely replace her prior prudish one, preferably as quickly as possible.

Suzanne hurried back home. She knew she'd be spending a good while playing with her vibrators while celebrating all she'd just heard and learned and fantasizing about the sexual future that now seemed much closer to realization..

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106 Pleasure in the Kitchen.

Susan was in the kitchen, cleaning and doing dishes. She'd been hit by a big wave of guilt and regret. Her plan was to get everything back to normal, at least for a while, and doing routine chores usually 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 knew that was in flagrant defiance of Suzanne's new house rules, but she wanted to make a firm statement to show that she wouldn't let lust get the best of her.

She vowed to give Alan a stern lecture about boundaries and not getting carried away 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... Heck, it was more than just fun; it was glorious! But it has to stop. It feels TOO good. Things could easily get out of hand. We need boundaries! I should help him once a week with his abnormality check, and that's it.

But before long, she was daydreaming about sucking her son's erect dick even more, and she mentally made plans to do it again later 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 self-recriminatory 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: the terrible, dreadful sin of Onan! God actually struck poor Onan dead with a bolt of lightning. What if I just sit here, selfishly keeping my hands and mouth away from Tiger's delicious dick, and God strikes my sweet boy down in some way? I could never forgive myself!

She thought with renewed determination, I have to push my reservations aside and try to be a good mother.

About half an hour after Susan entered the kitchen, she heard Alan clomping down the stairs. She flew into a near panic since she hadn't expected him so soon. Her mouth began salivating as she imagined sucking on his erection again, and her nipples and pussy started tingling with need. The strength of her lusty reaction to the mere sound of 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 removed her panties. 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 toward where Alan would be entering the room so he wouldn't be able to see her flustered expression.

Alan was apprehensive about how his mother 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'd always worn, his worry increased greatly. 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 that she was still the only one in the room. "What was that? I must be imagining things, because 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."

He was extremely confused. It was obvious that she 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 yet, there was an unmistakable eagerness and happiness in her voice.

Plus, there was her comment about her wanting to put his "fat, thick thing" back in her mouth. That was a pretty obvious clue, now that he thought about it for a second or two.

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. Who knows, I might just have to swallow a load or two before the night is through!"

Her excitement was so obvious by that point that he wasn't confused anymore. In fact, within seconds of realizing that she wasn't mad at him, his urge to apologize, and almost all of his guilty feelings, all but vanished. He found himself with a new and very urgently pulsing erection in about the same amount of time as it took to flick a light switch. He drew closer to her.

She said with even more obvious arousal, with her back still turned to him, "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 rather prudish-looking 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 raised her long skirt nearly to her ass.

He 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'd clarify what she wanted him to do.

She was feeling nervous, but she relaxed considerably as she realized that he was waiting for more explicit permission before doing anything to her. The one thing she didn't want was for him to lose control, like he almost had earlier, so she appreciated his restraint.

"Is there someone there?" she asked innocently, still without turning her head. "I can almost sense there's someone behind me. 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 any panties."

He got the message, so he slowly raised her dress even higher until he could see all of her pale ass. Her legs were closed together, but nonetheless he could easily confirm that she wasn't wearing any panties. Sensing 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, but that was enough to send a rush of arousal down her spine. She let out a happy "Mmmm..." to let him know that she approved. Otherwise, she kept perfectly still, to make it easier for him to continue his feather-light exploration.

He raised his hand so that it was resting on her left ass cheek. She didn't protest. He gave it a good squeeze, and her only response was a contented moan. He thought, Holy cow! I'm fondling my mom's sweet ass! 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, then began caressing her ass more firmly with both hands. He lovingly ran his hands over her ass 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 her shower just before coming downstairs to the kitchen. In fact, about the only things she'd gotten clean during her twenty-minute shower were her ass, pussy, and tits, because she'd spent most of that time masturbating herself into a frenzy.

While she thrilled to his touch, she recalled what she'd done in the shower and thought, I've probably had more orgasms today than in all the rest of my life combined! The scary thing is, that's probably really true. And most of the others were in the past week or two. I never knew what it meant to really live until I fell in lust with my son! God forgive me, but I'm already on the verge of another big one. Oh, 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 her, she couldn't ignore such a clear violation of the boundaries she'd set.

She said, "I must be dreaming, because it seems to me I'm feeling the hands of a young man. A young man who knows better than to put his hands anywhere other than my ass, 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 that she was clarifying the limits to their game. He quickly withdrew his finger, then removed both hands altogether. Breaking his silence, he said, "Sorry, Mom."

She laughed gaily, not upset at all. If anything, she was upset that he'd taken his hands off her butt. Since their shared pretense that he wasn't there had been broken, she twisted 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, and 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." She felt a strange rush of arousal for imagining that the opposite was true, but she forced herself to avoid it. "It's just that you have certain unusual medical needs that I have to assist with. 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 this talk about being his wife instead of Ron's got her so excited that she practically swooned. She had to struggle to go on. After another long pause to compose 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 to 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 to signal his need by fondling my ass? So, since he's been such a good boy who understands the boundaries, I'm going to make it a little easier on him."

She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She untied her apron and let that fall too. That left her completely naked from the waist down. It rankled her that she was still wearing her blouse and bra, since she knew how much he loved her big breasts, but she left them on for the moment so he'd know to focus just on her ass.

He was in awe, both of her sexy attitude and of her firm, athletic legs and butt. 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!"

She had a good laugh at that. "Why are you...? I mean, why are the ghosts around here so completely adorable? Well, are you just going to stand there, you house spirits? There's a bare ass here that needs some serious fondling!"

Now it was his 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 all of it while he was feeling it.

He firmly cupped an ass cheek 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 other ass cheek.

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 at times, but this is different. Tiger'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 saying, "You know, as the house ghost, I hear a lot of things around here. I keep hearing your son say how much he loves you." He joked, "He seems like a really nice guy." But then he continued seriously, "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 had never been very giving with compliments, and neither had her parents, but Alan's words were obviously heartfelt. She wanted to completely merge souls with him and love him until the end of time, but since she couldn't do that, she absolutely had to do the most intimate thing that she was allowing 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 of yours right now. This very instant! Your mommy has some serious cocksucking to do!"

His erection had been painfully constrained by his boxers and street shorts, so he let out a great sigh of relief as he dropped them, leaving him wearing nothing but a white 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 feel so good. Actually, that wasn't quite true. Suzanne had made him feel as good in recent days, in a purely physical sense. But there was an extra kick because the woman loving his boner was his mother.

Susan thought as she sucked joyfully, What's gotten into me? Here I am, half naked and on my knees in my own kitchen, with my son's big dick 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 halfway down my throat and I'm helpless here! 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 into her mouth as far as she could, but suddenly she pulled away and moved her mouth lower. She began licking his balls, and then started gently tugging and sucking on them.

She could tell that Alan loved her actions from the way he was moaning. She paused to explain, "Suzanne has been talking to me about this, about licking and sucking a man's testicles. I've never done it with your father and I really want to try it out. Is that okay?"

He managed to get out an "Uh huh."

After about another minute of scrotum-licking she added, "Goodness, just listen to me. I'm sucking my son's balls and I haven't even done 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 arousal.

She resumed her sucking, even fitting all of one of his testicles into her mouth just as Suzanne had counseled. All the while, she had at least one hand continuously flying up and down his slick shaft.

Alan, was again in total ecstasy. It was a near miracle he hadn't cum already due to her full-out assault, but that was only because he'd climaxed so many times in recent hours that his cock had unusual staying power. Nevertheless, there was only so much stimulation he could take, and the way she was fervently attacking his balls and erection with her lips, tongue, and two hands was irresistible. But it was her endless stream of happy, erotic sounding (and vibrating) "Mmmm" sounds that really took him over the edge.

His cries and groans grew louder and louder until he realized that he had lost it and started 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 strove with every fiber of her being to show how much she loved him by giving him the 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 crumpled to the floor in seeming slow-motion. She had a roaring climax of her own in the middle of his, but even that didn't cause her to pause in her sucking. She eagerly gobbled up every little bit of cum that had landed on her face during her climax, when some of it had escaped going straight down her gullet.

Then she licked his flaccid penis completely clean. She didn't know why she did that, but it just seemed right. It was almost as if she had to personally thank his penis for giving her the best day of her life.

Once she'd finished with her impromptu cleaning of his dick, she still didn't want the fun to end. However, Alan was sprawled on the floor and nearly comatose while recovering from his great orgasm, so she gently planted kisses all over his balls and flaccid penis, whispering "I love you," and sometimes "Mommy loves you," between each kiss..

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107 "Mom, my dick really can't take any more."

When Susan's burst of energy finally faded, she collapsed on top of her son. She pressed her firm, blouse-covered tits into his chest. Her mouth was so close to his that he thought for sure that 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 blouse, it's technically okay to touch my clothing."

He played with her boobs through her clothes while he slowly recovered. In truth, he was too wiped out to do much of anything.

She just cooed happily while lazily running her hands over his chest. Her breasts and nipples were incredibly sensitive, so it felt great to have them fondled even through her clothing.

Paired like that, the two of them were so content that they both nearly fell asleep on the kitchen floor. The only thing stopping them from doing that was that Alan was fighting to stay awake. He wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity to play with his mother's bounteous chest, even if only in a sleepy daze and through her clothes. All of his fondling kept her somewhat awake as well.

Alan revived after a few minutes. He got smart and reached under her shirt with his hands and began kneading her breasts through just her bra. Actually, he couldn't feel that much since 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 she was letting him get away with it and had even shifted position 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 on 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, Tiger effectively takes control of my ass, and now he's relentlessly taking control of my breasts. What's next? Oh God, he's going to take control of his mommy's pussy!

She found that thought sobering. So although she'd been letting him roll her nipples between his fingers while she was thinking for some long moments, she belatedly but firmly responded to his question. "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, further proving to her that he could have the self-control to 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 and stop when asked, then there's no reason why we can't have fun every day. Now, go take a shower and get dressed for dinner."

Shit! he 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. However, he did roll partly to the side.

"Such a naughty boy," she chided playfully, as she reached behind him and swatted his bare butt. "I told you to get up already." Her hand stayed on his butt and kneaded a buttock. "What if Amy and Angel come home early from shopping? What if they walk in and see us here on the floor in the kitchen? What would they think if they saw that your big, thick erection was lying on Mommy's leg, only inches from her naughty place? What would you do?"

Alan was feeling even more turned on. "What would I do? I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstanding. I just might have to show them what exactly it was that we were doing, firsthand! First I'd show Sis. 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 hand on her butt again even as she fondled his more vigorously. "I'd fondle everyone's butts until they were moaning and dripping too much to complain."

"Son, you're such a bad boy! Thinking such dirty thoughts. You know you can't do that to your sister or innocent little Amy. If you really need to do that, 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 adherence to the rules she'd just set 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 organ 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 your cock, Son. I love it even when it's down for the count. 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 I just can't help myself." She sighed.

He said, "No you're not, Mom. You're helping me out, remember - with my medical treatment? 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 veils have fallen from my eyes and now I see what a prudish fool I was."

Before he could reply, she went on in a brighter tone, "However, Suzanne's been talking to me about 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 pretty 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 as if he were 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. Her finger slid in nice and easily. "This is the little trick I saw Akami do. It looked like my son enjoyed it very much. Suzanne mentioned this too. She claims it can make a guy feel really, really good."

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

He 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 away at his asshole, "But that's okay. You'll just have to punish your mommy for her foolishness in having all kinds of silly rules that stop you from having fun, 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."

He thought, Whoa! Spankings? What's up with that? He didn't consciously realize it, but on some level he was catching on that his mother was a sexual submissive.

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

He panted, "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, since that was exactly what she was trying to achieve. But she took mercy on him, saying, "Oh, poo! But okay, then. Unless you want to force your mother to suck your cock yet again, please scoot your cute butt upstairs and go take a shower." She swatted him on the rear.

"We wouldn't want that to happen," he said with sarcastic delight. "All that arduous sucking." 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 that his penis was on the verge of becoming 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. Everyone else said that they wouldn't be home before six o'clock. 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?"

"Mom, my dick really can't take any more. Seriously." Not only was it sore, but his whole body was worn out, and he was wiped out mentally as well.

But he could see her insatiable eagerness and he didn't want to disappoint her too much on such a pivotal great day. So he said in a more joking tone, "On the other hand, my dick feels very irregular. In fact, it suddenly feels like it has some very abnormal bumps. I think, to be on the safe side, you'd better perform another abnormality check or two on it after dinner."

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

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108 Banana - Suck

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

He and Susan and his sister Katherine had a surprisingly uneventful dinner of falafel and toasted pita. Everything that evening seemed shockingly normal, considering all that had happened that afternoon. The only reason Katherine might have thought something was up was because both mother and son behaved so completely ordinary, without any hint of the sexual teasing that had been evident the past few days at dinner times.

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

For instance, several nights earlier Katherine had come 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 the shape of her nipples and bush faintly through the fabric.

Susan, though, couldn't complain, because she'd claimed that all of her clothing was being washed or dried, so she had come to dinner wearing only underwear. Her excuse was obviously absurd, as there was no way all of her clothes could have fit in even several loads of wash.

Nevertheless, Alan didn't complain. He was happy that his mother's bra showed the shape of her nipples even more clearly than Katherine's outfit did.

It was clear at that particular dinner that both women were horny; both of them were getting up to refill Alan's glass or bring him another helping at the slightest pretext, just as an excuse to strut around and flaunt their bodies.

But at dinner in the past week, Alan had seen much more than just scantily clad women walking around.

Susan and Katherine had been seizing any opportunity to tease Alan whenever they thought the other wasn't looking (or sometimes even if they were). For instance, whenever Susan got up to get another dish, Katherine might blatantly pick up a phallic-shaped piece of food, like a carrot or asparagus, to nibble and suckle in a seductive way.

Similarly, Susan might cup one of her enormous breasts and start absent-mindedly rubbing it while she carried on an ordinary discussion, acting as if she were just scratching an ordinary itch. Apparently she'd figured that, after all, her actions were all for the greater good of helping her son reach his six-times-a-day target.

But that vibe wasn't there that evening.

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

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 decided to watch it again anyway.

Alan figured that there was no way he could concentrate on his homework after what had happened earlier with Susan, so an escapist action movie might distract him for a while. He was actually grateful that it wasn't a steamy, sexy movie, because his mind needed a break from the intense, seemingly-nonstop lust.

Shortly after the movie began, 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 appeared to be fully absorbed in the movie, picked up a banana she had deliberately left nearby in the hope that such an opportunity would arise. She changed seats so that she was sitting right next to Alan, peeled the banana, then started sucking on its tip in the most suggestive manner possible.

Alan looked over at her and did a double-take, because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It seemed that his world had suddenly become sexual everywhere he turned. He stared for a minute or so while she sucked on the banana adoringly (while 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 very 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 earlier today!"

"What?"

He suddenly had doubts about the wisdom of confessing what had happened with his mother to anyone, even to his sister, despite the fact that she was also his closest friend.

Amy gave them both a confused look, which gave Alan an excuse to change his mind. He said, "I'll tell you later."

Katherine stared at him intently. "You'd better, buster!"

He just nodded. Then the three teens resumed watching the Indiana Jones movie.

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A few minutes later, Susan grabbed Suzanne by the arm and pulled her into the 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 Tiger a blowjob - it's so good!"

"You didn't!" Since Susan didn't know that Suzanne had spied on her and Alan earlier, Suzanne had to pretend to be surprised. However, she certainly didn't have to pretend to be excited for her best friend, because hearing Susan confess thrilled her all over again.

"I did!" Susan was beaming with pride and joy.

Suzanne still had a hard time believing that Susan had actually pleasured Alan orally, even though she'd seen it with her own eyes. She had tried for years to get Susan to loosen up sexually, but all her efforts had been in vain, and she'd feared that this, her latest and most audacious scheme, might fail as well. As a result, the incredulous look on her face wasn't totally feigned. She said, "That's GREAT! Did you do it just the one time?"

Susan proudly held up three fingers. "Three times! And two handjobs before that. I jacked him off, and then I blew him!" She said this in a way that clearly showed how delighted she was to be using such "filthy" language - that she was now one of the sexually "with it" people.

That was news to Suzanne, since she'd only spied on them relatively briefly. She was wowed all over again, because she'd had no idea they'd done it that much.

As Susan held up all the fingers and thumb on one hand, she proclaimed, "I made him cum FIVE times! I gave his penis such a thorough abnormality check that I should get some kind of award." She chuckled as she added, "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 one. Soooo very big! I can barely get my lips around it. It's not like Ron's tiny little thing at all. And besides, Ron's is all veiny and crooked. Yuck. Tiger's is so smooth, it practically DEMANDS that you stroke it and suck it, over and over and over!"

She continued, "And it's not like I only helped him for a few minutes each time. Tiger called Akami on the phone today while I listened in, and he asked how long the 'prolonged stimulation' the doctor prescribed should be. She didn't specify a specific number of minutes, but she said, and I quote: 'It's not just the quantity; it's the quality. You need to have both.'"

Suzanne muttered, "She said much the same to me."

"So there you go!" Susan beamed. "I took that to heart and sucked and sucked and slurped and slurped! It was glorious! It was DIVINE!"

Suzanne was flabbergasted. She'd never imagined Susan could talk so frankly about sexual matters when she wasn't extremely aroused, or that she'd become such a quick convert. 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 soooo 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 little to no room left for her. She was stunned at the sheer number of times Susan had gotten Alan to cum. If they were going to be 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 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 very 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 toward Suzanne and whispered with new concern, "But you ARE sure that what I'm doing is not a crime or a sin, right?"

Suzanne held up two fingers in a V shape, 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, aren't you?"

Susan's eyes went wide with delight as she recalled where his cum went. "Well, a lot of it fell on my chest, and neck, and face. Actually, 'fell' is not the right word. More like shot or erupted. Just like a cannon or a volcano! Mmmm! And my hands were covered as I scooped it up. And my mouth! Man alive! It seems like I swallowed gallons of that sweet stuff!"

Suzanne tried not to pout. Damn. Now I'm just plain jealous. But she smiled, and said, "Good for you. That's definitely the best way to deal with all that manly seed. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am. And I know I'm repeating myself, but it's all thanks to you. What would I do without you?" She gave Suzanne a quick but heartfelt hug. "Now let's go get those snacks before the others get restless." She turned to take care of her task.

Susan had had a wild look in her eyes while talking to Suzanne, but as she walked into the kitchen her countenance changed back to that of 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, given that this was the same woman who'd been so prim and proper all these years. It made her heart beat with excitement and her mind fill with strategic thoughts as she considered how this could affect her schemes. Yet outwardly she acted nonchalant.

She thought, Okay, I already knew what had happened from what I saw. But I figured that by now she'd be wracked with guilt and moral doubt. Instead, she appears totally fine with it! That blows my mind nearly as much as the fact that she actually gave him a blowjob. No - multiple blowjobs! I suspect that by tomorrow her emotional backlash will finally arrive. But the fact that she's still riding her sexual high right now is great news. Maybe the backlash won't be as great as I'd feared, or last as long.

The two of them went back to the living room for the movie.

Alan was so lost in thought that he could only pay attention to the movie in bits and pieces..

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With Love...!

109 8 Times that Day.

When it ended, Susan and Alan acted very blasé and cool until Suzanne and Amy left for home and Katherine went up to bed.

Just as Suzanne left, she said to Susan, "Tomorrow we're going to talk. A lot! We've got so much to catch up on!"

Susan nodded eagerly. She could hardly wait to tell Suzanne about everything she'd done. At that moment, at least, she didn't feel much shame about her actions. Even though she'd put on an outward appearance of acting normally, a sexual fire was still burning high within.

Finally, that left just Susan and Alan in the living room. The sexual tension began to rise. Susan stared at her son with an unreadable expression and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Pretty good, I guess." In truth, he was only starting to recover from his earlier sexual daze, but he wanted to be optimistic.

She asked with increasing anxiousness, "How are you, with, er... uh... doing your thing?"

The gears in his head started to turn. "Oh. That. Well, now that you mention it, I certainly would appreciate some more help."

"Right now?" There was a fiery look in her eyes that was impossible to miss.

He gulped, and nodded.

She said slowly and carefully, "Well, I suppose I could help you with that, provided we do it in a carefully considered, responsible, and completely dispassionate manner."

He said gravely, "I totally agree." But his heart was racing, with his entire body humming in anticipation. He could tell she was also very excited, though trying to appear otherwise. His hangover-like fog from his erotic daze disappeared immediately.

The two of them slowly walked towards the staircase, and then up the stairs. It seemed that their pace and eagerness increased with each step they took. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, they were moving briskly. Then he looked at her face and saw a beaming smile. That so aroused and thrilled him that he ran the rest of the way down the hall to his room. To his pleasant surprise, she ran too, nearly keeping up with him.

The two frolicked quietly about his room, jumping about in excitement and holding hands like little children. They repeatedly and exaggeratedly shushed each other. Her insistence mere minutes earlier to be "dispassionate" was completely forgotten, replaced by child-like glee. The fact that Katherine was across the hall and potentially could overhear them 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, similar to what she'd done earlier during their prior intense 'hugging'.

He was somewhat surprised to find that his dick was fully erect again. He'd thought it might have been done for the day, and maybe for many days, given how sore and tired it had been, but dinner and then two hours of watching the movie had enabled at least a partial recovery.

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

He kind of wanted to sit down on a chair, but he remained standing because, once she got bobbing, it felt so good that he didn't want her to stop, not even for the few seconds it would take him to move and sit down. What he didn't realize was that she loved the fact that he was clothed and standing above her, while she was "forced" to service him while kneeling and naked. It appealed to her submissive side, which had been a frequent theme in her dreams of late.

It was only after she'd been bobbing with great suction for a minute or two that the implications of being completely naked hit her. Oh dear! This is so very naughty of me. He can see everything, even my special naughty place. True, he can't see it at the moment, because my big breasts block his view, but even so it's rather shameless of me.

She sighed, or at least she tried to. But she couldn't really manage it because her mouth was stuffed with cock, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Oh well. I suppose it can't be helped. Tiger is going to see me naked a lot from now on. He's going to be touching me all over too. If I'm going to be a good cocksucker, I guess that just comes with the territory. We'll be fine so long as we can maintain certain boundaries. For instance, he can't touch my special naughty place. That's the most important thing, by far. And maybe not touching my nipples, if only because they're so very sensitive. Things will be okay, I'm sure.

Better than okay, in fact, because I've never been so happy as I am right now, with... MMMM! ...this big fat cock to slurp on! Mmmm! Yum-yum! Teasing it with my tongue while my lips slide back and forth with a lot of suction - does it get any better than that? I think not!

Besides, wearing no clothes feels strangely... liberating! I feel so free! So wanton! So sexual! And knowing I'm completely naked for my son makes me love sucking his cock all the more!

She kept on bobbing and tonguing him, practicing her moves, determined to master this new skill. Several minutes passed in total bliss for both of them.

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

She thought, My goodness, I love this! I'm such a shameless hussy, but I don't care! I'm making Tiger feel good. The more he moans like this, the happier I get! It's like there's an extra hand playing with my clitoris, which is a good thing since both my hands are busy stroking his fat cock! Hee-hee!

However, even as she was in the middle of licking his sensitive spot, Alan's pleasure turned to pain. He looked down at her concentrating intensely on stroking and sucking him and was so overwhelmed with arousal and love that he wanted to cry. Yet he couldn't ignore this new painful feeling.

She was so into her two-fisted pumping, while simultaneously licking her way all around his cockhead, that it seemed cruel to force her to stop, but eventually he concluded that he had no choice. With both his hands he pushed her head away from where she was licking the tip of his cock. "Sorry, Mom, but I can't go on. It's starting to hurt too much."

She was crushed. "What? Awww, Tiger! 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. I promise!"

He laughed, even 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. And there's no way I prefer Aunt Suzy to you. Both of you are equally awesome."

She asked, "Is it that you're lacking visual stimulation? I don't think you should touch my breasts - that wouldn't be proper - but what about if I hold them up like this? Will that help?" She hefted her massive tits with both hands.

He groaned with lusty need. "Oh, man! You look so damn hot that I'm surprised you don't set the carpet on fire. But that's not it."

"Then what?"

"Mom, I've climaxed, like, eighty-eight times this afternoon already. I mean, geez! That's like physically impossible, isn't it? I think my dick has finally had enough; all of a sudden it started really hurting. It's gonna be rubbed and sucked raw if you carry on one more minute. I'm really 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 great. 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 he really 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 engorge again. But at the moment, it hurt so much that even the thought of it being touched caused pain. So instead he focused on the pleasant sensation of Susan's body 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 rod would poke right into her pussy, which was resting above his legs. But he'd truly reached his limit. He'd hardly cum at all during her last blowjob a few hours earlier, and he wondered if, among other problems, his balls were just plain running out of cum.

"Mom, since 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?"

His heart skipped a beat because that sounded so fantastic. "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."

He laughed heartily at that. Again he marveled at her sudden joke-making ability. She was just more all-around uninhibited and fun at that moment than she'd ever been before.

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 as her sweet feminine smell fell upon him. He kissed her in return while he ran his hands over her bare back. Even though his penis was flaccid, he couldn't help but try to fondle her ass cheeks some more. To his great delight, she didn't stop him.

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. Suzanne said there's no incest, no sin, no adultery, as long as there's no romantic feelings. So 'no kissing' has to be one of those boundaries that 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. "Look, this is how excited you got me even before the blowjob started!"

"Wow!"

She smiled at him, and said, "I'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.

He 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!

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

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