Spacer X Stories: Part 23

CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)

With the kids still in school, Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to kissing other women. Susan needed a breather after sharing one steamy kiss with Suzanne, so Suzanne gave her some space and they resumed their interrupted morning exercises. Susan was already topless and Suzanne found an excuse to take off the rest of her clothes.

But Susan had agreed that they should practice greeting each other with French kisses whenever one of them entered a room where the other one was. So as soon as the exercises were over, Suzanne took advantage of that new rule. She walked out of the basement, turned around just outside the door, and walked back in it.

"Hi girlfriend! How's it going?" She walked forward.

"Hi Suzanne!" Susan said in mock surprise, as if she was surprised Suzanne had just entered the room. She was still aroused from before - in fact, she'd been aroused basically all day - and she could hardly wait for the kiss.

Suzanne kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly encircled Susan in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend's mouth. She immediately began tonguing, and even dipped Susan back a bit.

Susan again replied with her own tongue, but more actively and passionately this time.

After another minute Suzanne stopped the kiss and pulled back. "It's going well," she said, answering Susan's nearly forgotten question. "How are things on your side?"

"Good. Really good. I was just helping Alan reach his daily target..."

Then Susan broke from her acting role. "Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if Ron saw us kissing like that?" Susan's brain was fogged, especially because Suzanne still held her in an embrace, and Suzanne's big melons rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.

Suzanne answered, "If he saw a kiss like that, he'd probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forget I'm talking about Ron." They chuckled. "Most guys would get horny, anyway. That's probably why guys encourage this kind of thing. And it's more fun than just saying 'hi,' you must admit."

"Yes, but it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can't imagine this is how women normally kiss. I mean, like you and Brenda. I can't even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with all the big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your... Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn't it make it hard to even think when she's got her beach ball-sized breasts pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? ... I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?" Susan was getting herself quite worked up thinking about Brenda and Suzanne together.

Suzanne was lying when she said she kissed Brenda on the mouth, but she replied, "Kissing Brenda isn't that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as gargantuan as hers, and the same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material. You may deny it in your endearing and sincere modesty, but that's just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine and I'm sure Brenda's are designed for pleasure. Our tits, our lips, our pussies, our hands - every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female. It's not just our breasts, we're so sensitive all over. Maybe that's one reason that we've become such good friends, because we're kindred spirits. You know, when Alan puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that's enough to make me want to cum, right there."

Susan thought, So what she's saying is that big-titted women are born to please naturally superior males like Alan. It stands to reason that the bigger the tits, the more they were made by God to serve! Yes! To be a sexual SLAVE to my son's cock... Gaawd, that makes me SO HOT!

But she merely said, "Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That's my favorite. Well, maybe second favorite. But that's partially 'cos I'm afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they're just too sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple."

Susan demonstrated by pinching a nipple right there, and while it didn't get her to climax, it was only because she'd climaxed recently.

Without thinking, Suzanne unconsciously reached over and pinched Susan's other nipple, then pinched one of her own as well. She watched Susan's whole body shudder and shake although again it wasn't quite an orgasm. "Yes. See what I mean? So that's part of it. There's going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you're excited and charged up with tension. That'll pass. Think about kissing your husband when he comes home from work. Even if you kiss him on the lips, it's no big deal anymore, right?"

"Yuck. Don't remind me of that limp-wristed loser." The unpleasant thought caused her to pull her hands off of herself.

"Sorry, but the point is, that's how it'll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that next time Alan asks you to kiss another woman you won't be all frazzled and excited."

"You're right. This will pass. I couldn't handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It's almost better than kissing my cutie Tiger! This will pass. Yes. You're always right. What a friend."

Suzanne continued, "Note also that I said 'hi girlfriend'? You ever notice how women call each other 'girlfriend' but guys never call each other 'boyfriend'? That's another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level lesbianism. It's titillating. Boy, Alan will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!"

"He sure will! But is there a reason you took your shorts off? I mean, that's not realistic. It's not like we're ALWAYS completely nude around him."

"True, but those exercise shorts are just too tight. Try taking yours off. Do it for Alan. You'll feel so much better."

Susan immediately followed that advice. The magic words were "Do it for Alan." She didn't need to think about it if Suzanne said that, at least not in her current horny state.

Suzanne and Susan practiced kissing right then three more times, Suzanne pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Rubbing their tits together were as much or more important for both of them as the kissing. But Suzanne generally avoided grinding her pussy on Susan's leg. She didn't want to push her too far too soon.

Susan realized that Suzanne was a much more talented kisser than she was, and bemoaned her own lack of skill. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron is like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it."

"No worries," Suzanne said reassuringly. "We'll practice this until you get really good. Alan won't know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he'll learn from you and become a better kisser, and all your kisses will be better. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually Alan's penis, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his penis, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes."

"Oooh!" Susan squealed with delight. "That might help. Let's try again!"

They kissed some more, and this time Susan was much, much better. Suzanne could hardly believe how good it felt.

The rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss. They spent the rest of the day doing their usual things (Susan worked on household chores and Suzanne helped out just to be friendly and stay near. Suzanne had a maid so she had even more free time than her friend). But pretty much the whole time they discussed Alan, and sex, and sex with Alan, and generally stayed as horny as could be. So each kiss grew only more passionate.

The last hour Suzanne was there, the two of them sunbathed in the nude in the back yard for the second day in a row. By that time both of them had been nude or nearly so most of the day.

Suzanne constantly made up excuses for them to "greet" each other while both of them were in the buff. They did so for many minutes, often continuing to work their chests into each other even while pausing between kisses.

Suzanne used Alan as a lever to get Susan to do more intimate things without really realizing it was lesbian activity. She could justify just about anything by pretending Alan's involvement. For instance, as they were about to start another kiss, she said to Susan, "Kissing is even better if you really fondle each others' asses. You know, like in slow dances. Imagine that my hand is Alan's hand, and that I want to 'get your attention.'"

"Okay."

Suzanne clenched Susan's butt and held on for several minutes as they kissed. A second hand soon joined on the other ass cheek As they came up for air, Suzanne asked, "Is that how Alan does it? We have to make this very authentic."

"No. He's more active. He roams his hands all over my ass like he owns it. He puts his hand in my ass crack. And he even puts a finger right up my asshole!"

"You mean like this?" Suzanne stuck a finger right up her anus.

Susan moaned quite loudly. "MMMM! Yeah!" Then she attacked Suzanne's lips with renewed vigor.

And when Susan started to cool down post-orgasm and had second thoughts, asking, "Aren't things getting a little too lesbian with you and I running around naked and rubbing our bodies all over each other?" Suzanne replied, "Just ask yourself: would Alan approve? Would he want to watch?" That quieted Susan's doubts.

When Suzanne finally left the house to run some errands a couple hours later, the two were kissing each other with very intimate familiarity, as if they really had been doing it for years.

Susan absolutely loved how her hard nipples pressed into Suzanne's soft flesh, and Suzanne's nipples did the same to hers. They reached a point where they openly played with their nipples, circling them around each other's in all kinds of ways.

Suzanne was sorely tempted to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy and go all the way, and she was sure Susan's defenses would easily crumble. But she thought, I've been fantasizing about Susan's body for years, even though I was in denial about just how much I wanted her, so I can wait a couple more days. We've made so much progress today; I shouldn't push my luck. I've gotta keep the eye on the bigger prize. It's better if Susan buys this "friendly greeting" story until she's kissing everybody with abandon. Then I'll go for the kill. I have to make her a total sex slut not just with me, but with everyone here.

Suzanne also really wanted to rub their bushes together, but she thought that too would go too far for one day. But several times she opened up her legs and let Susan put her leg between her legs. That caused the outer part of Susan's thigh to rub up against Suzanne's furry bush. Suzanne slid her body up and down a bit, as if she was scratching an itch against Susan, but that's as far as it went.

Of course when Suzanne finally made to leave they had to kiss yet again, even though they'd necked at least two dozen times already.

Standing next to the underwear cabinet in the front entranceway, Suzanne pushed her luck and kissed Susan for nearly five minutes. Breathing wasn't a problem: Suzanne could breathe through her nose to keep going, and Susan was ably learning how as well.

As she'd been most of the day, Suzanne was the aggressor. But Susan was a very happy and willing victim. Suzanne ran her hand all over her friend's back and even her butt, especially the butt.

Susan's hand movements were still more restrained and her exploration of Suzanne's butt more tentative.

Similarly, Suzanne led the way in grinding her pussy onto Susan's thigh. Even though both of them were dripping in juices, they pretended they weren't, and both pretended they never came, even though they did, often. This was because Suzanne was playing along with Susan's self-deception that they were merely kissing and not engaging in near all out sex standing up.

When the kiss finally ended, Susan leaned against the wall, panting, with Suzanne still pressing her tits hard into her. As she caught her breath, she said, "Now don't tell me women regularly kiss good-bye like that!" But she was deliriously happy, not accusing.

Suzanne finally disengaged. While walking to the underwear cabinet she said, "No, but I figure you need all the practice you can get. Your husband is, or should I say was, as bad a kisser as he was a lover, it seems. I can't help it if we're both good kissers. Remember, this isn't some lesbian thing; we're doing this for Alan." She put on her bra first and then a blouse. But then she stopped, still naked below that. Susan slumped down the wall and sat on the floor, nearly too overwhelmed to move.

The two of them just looked at each other happily from across the small entranceway for a moment or two. There was a deep love as well as lust in the way they gazed at each other.

Finally Suzanne stood up. "I'll see you later. I can't wait to see Alan's face - and his erection - when he sees us kiss!"

"I can't either!" Susan said happily, still sitting naked on the floor.

"And just think when you can practice your new kissing skills on him, too."

"Yeah..." Susan said, staring out into space, imagining the scene. The electricity of their first kiss had hardly faded at all with later kisses. Susan was delighted to bring that kind of firepower to Alan, thanks to all she'd learned. But then the thought came, "Hey, wait. That's against the rules."

"Oh, right." Suzanne figured she'd pushed Susan far enough in one day, so didn't press the issue much. But she said, "No kissing. Except of course your goodnight kiss. You can show what you learned then."

"Oh yeah. You're right." Susan was delighted. "I can hardly wait until tonight already!"

"And remember that the rules are up to you. The more you do with him, the less you'll need to have intercourse. Bend over but don't break, as you so colorfully put it." Suzanne smiled as she recalled Susan saying that, and that made her also recall Susan stuffing her mouth with her fingers.

Suzanne finally put on her panties (making sure to give Susan a nice show of her pussy as she slowly lifted her legs), then a pair of pants. She opened the front door, and walked out of the house.

Suzanne was content to pretend for Susan's momentary benefit that they were merely practicing kissing, but it was obvious to anyone who could see (except for Susan in her self-denial) that the two of them had begun a torrid lesbian relationship. That made Suzanne very happy. Her friendship with Susan had always been partially based on a physical attraction and the similarity of their unusually tall and curvy bodies, and she could hardly believe this was finally happening after being friends for nearly 20 years.

As she walked home she thought, If I only would have known, I would have started this kissing weeks ago. It's perfect because kissing seems so innocent, when in fact it's so passionate. This is going to destroy the last of Susan's defenses for sure. Then we'll all be one happy orgy family.

Susan still sat in her front hallway, completely nude. Her earlier worry that she was going too far sexually was long gone. Several hours of erotic talk about Alan certainly helped drive her worries away, but the kisses erased her doubts even more so. Her fears about going too far with Alan or her daughter were replaced with a newfound conviction that it was her utmost responsibility to go farther with both of them, if Alan desired it, for his "medical treatment."  

Suzanne's kisses were so distracting for Susan that for once the idea of sucking or fucking Alan wasn't constantly in the forefront of her mind. Instead, she pondered women and what it would be like to "do it" with a woman.

But eventually she came back around to the more immediate idea of Alan and what might happen when he got back from school, since it was a Tuesday. She knew he would be home soon. She went to her room to masturbate to pass the time until he arrived. But this time, instead of just dreaming of Alan, she fantasized a threesome with herself, Alan, and Suzanne, all pleasuring each other. She was in heaven.

CHAPTER 2

Alan walked home since he'd been given a ride to school that morning. After all the shenanigans with the cheerleaders, he actually enjoyed the respite during the walk as a rare chance to be alone and think.

It's amazing that I'm only halfway through Tuesday. How will my penis ever make it to Saturday? If this is being grounded, I wish I could be grounded more often. I'm actually kinda glad I can't go to Kim's for the "Service Alan Club" this week, 'cos there's only so much I can take. And there's another appointment with Akami on Friday, too. I can almost hear the sound of my grades in freefall, like a carton of a dozen eggs splatting onto the ground. I've got a couple of big tests on Friday, and I haven't even started to study for the SATs or apply to colleges. Not to mention the Boy Scouts hiking trip coming up soon. How can I juggle it all?

I mean, everything I'm doing and thinking is sexual in some way or another. Why, the sheer amount of milk and juice I've been drinking lately so my penis won't run out of cum - it's insane. And now, whenever Mom says, "Tiger, would you like another glass of milk," it takes on a whole new meaning. I imagine her patiently waiting for it to run through my system so she can suck it out of my penis. And I get so aroused. Being handed a glass to drink is actually arousing. Every fucking single thing is arousing! I'm going to flunk out of everything in life, except getting aroused.

He sighed, and thought with mixed emotions, There's no doubt I'm getting pretty good at that.

When Alan arrived at the front door of his house, his mother was waiting for him, and had a couple of brownies ready for him to eat.

Nudity had become so common that it wasn't so surprising that her outfit, an apron, now left her chest completely exposed. But in fact it was the first time she had worn clothes where there wasn't even the slightest pretense of covering up her privates, and she looked unusually embarrassed about it, and unusually nervous as well. For one thing, Susan never owned this type of clothing before, but thanks to Suzanne's recent purchases, she had lots of these types of clothes now to choose from.

Alan momentarily had the desire to say sexy and nasty things to her in response to her new look. But he realized that it took a big leap of courage for her to go this far and the best response was just to act as if it was a perfectly normal thing until she got more used to it.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "How was your day?" She walked up to him as she said this, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, and even briefly tongued him. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," said Alan. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise, even if it was brief and without tongue. "It just got a lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be friendlier when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways, especially when it comes to kissing. You like?"

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their brief dry hump.

"Do I? How could I possibly forget? But I'm serious what I said about that. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to you-know-what. Sorry about that, Tiger."

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to actually maintain this restriction. He didn't know it yet, but she felt safer with anal sex, even, than more dry humping.

To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. Her aroused nipples again poked firmly into his chest.

Alan wished his shirt was off so he could feel skin against skin.

She eyed his crotch. "How's our little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever?"

"Forever? I've been home a total of two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you." Alan grinned as he took his shorts and underwear off. "I still have five times to go to make eight today."

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again without her. She'd noticed from the chart on his wall that he appeared to get one check each day while in school, and sometimes even two.

She thought, I'm dying to know who's helping out at school, but I suppose it's none of my business. I don't want to come across like a jealous girlfriend.

God, that gets me so HOT, imagining I'm his girlfriend! In any case, eight times is a LOT, even for a virile, cum-filled boy like him. He's gonna need help at school so I should be thanking whomever it is, especially since having sex at school must be a hard thing to accomplish without getting caught. Heck, knowing my Tiger, he's probably getting blown and stroked by all kinds of girls at school! That gets me even hotter!

Alan's erection sprang out, and Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed.

Alan looked over her apron outfit and asked half-seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate at school, when I know I have someone so hot waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing full-well that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about you! Katherine is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all time greats. The greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. You're so beautiful and sexy that I can hardly stand it! One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day, every day. Just so I could do nothing but play with your perfect body. Imagine if every day was Tuesday."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy some nice cocksuckings later on without having to worry about doing that. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well."

She dragged him by his erection up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass and her firmly gripping his hard-on somewhat like a two person conga line.

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!"

But I'm afraid. It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt. And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He probably hates the idea of anal sex. I know he does. I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes my butt on the outside, at least.

When they reached the door to Alan's room, Alan pushed her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. he found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting than doing the same things in his own.

She stopped in the hall. "We shouldn't," she said weakly as she jerked him off.

As he stood there with his hands roaming her ass while she played with her nipples, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother, who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. It makes me so happy. Plus, it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are."

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate my tits, but now I love them. I even disliked the word. But these aren't breasts, they're tits!"

Her thoughts began to drift. Suzanne said it's okay if he fucks my tits. He needs to do that immediately. Alan, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's hooters. Do it now!

But she didn't let on as to what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly, and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as I have been in the last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

Alan stood behind her and felt her butt again, since it was the only thing he was technically allowed to touch. He worked his way towards the center of her rear and ended by sliding a finger into her anus.

"Tiger, I'm your mother!" Susan cried in dismay. "If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often." It took a few seconds for Alan to register that she was saying the opposite of what he was expecting she'd say, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Tiger," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it."

She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Tiger has my butt. It's okay! Son, take my butt and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's ass! Take out your finger, and put your cock inside me instead! Fill me with cock! Mommy wants to be a butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, Susan again only gave a contented, motherly smile.

Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head. "You're the best, Mom," he replied as he started to gently push her down the hall. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles. ... By the way, I like this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, and nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. Not only did she not resist his pushing her towards her bedroom, she started walking there on her own. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, my clothes will fall off. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot." She turned back to make eye contact. Her smoldering look showed she could hardly wait.

"I could think of worse things that could happen," Alan said jokingly as he undid the bow.

CHAPTER 3

Sure enough, the apron fell down as he undid the bow (she helpfully pulled the straps of the apron off of her shoulders at the same time). It fell to the ground.

As they entered her room, she said breathlessly, "You know, it feels kind of like you're my husband and I'm your wife and you're coming to our bed to have your way with me. But I'm not! I'm just one of your many faithful cocksuckers!"

Alan was afraid to push his luck - he didn't know what might fuel her fantasies and what might offend. So he just smiled knowingly like he knew what he was doing.

Susan laid herself down, spread eagled on her double bed. She put her knees wide apart, and made sure to give him a good look of her pussy lips. "Just what do you plan to do to me here in your father's bed?"

She asked seductively, "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking loving, penis hungry-mouthed mommy?"

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy.

But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled onto her stomach and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She couldn't get over the fact he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe, and it made her giddy.

He said, "That's all I do all day, is have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I keep my promise to respect your boundaries." He took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it. Emboldened by her frisky move, after a few minutes he reached out and cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure! I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit. "I love you too, Son. But boundaries, remember the boundaries," she told him reluctantly but sternly. "You were just saying how you respect them."

Alan was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager, yet firm. He obeyed her wishes, and pretended that he was obeying the "boundaries" all along. "I know, Mom, I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication." He wiped up some of her pussy juices onto his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"Uh!" she groaned. "I guess that's ... uh!... okay then. But don't go too far and force me to stop what we're doing. There's just one place you shouldn't touch!"

He pushed his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip, his other fingers brushed her skin on both sides. Since her pussy was mere inches away from her anus, that meant his thumb lightly rested on her slit most of the time.

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

Susan began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger's prodding. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slightly slip into her pussy lips.

But to his disappointment, she quickly said, "I think someone's idea of boundaries is getting a little too blurry. If a neighbor were able to look in the windows right now, they might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both.

She raised her butt even higher, letting Alan concentrate on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could tell him, "Fuck me in the ass." And it would happen. He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia and do my ass.

But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head?

Thoughts of the ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by the thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else. "I'm going to roll over."

Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her roll over. His erection bobbed in the air and he hoped it would get in on the action soon.

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's willy is a little too overheated, so I'm going to calm him down."

Alan laid his head on his mother's pillow, and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He was delightfully reminded that the only thing she was still wearing was high heels.

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right where his stiffness was poking up. She grabbed her tits and pressed them around his hard penis.

But such contact (technically a violation of her own boundary rules) was all too brief for Alan.

She said, "Oopsie! How did that happen?" and she soon scooted back a bit so her mouth was over his tool. She added, "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to move the boundaries just a bit. We might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits again. And whenever you want! Would you like that?"

He panted, "God yes!"

"Good! But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around." She took his erection between her lips and began sucking.

Alan decided that if she was almost okay with titfucking, she wouldn't mind a little tit groping. So he hefted her weighty, hanging tits, and grasped them tightly while she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them, but she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so most of his concentration centered on his PC muscle, and preventing a semen explosion.

After a while, she stopped for a moment to rest her jaw and said, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. We may not be for long, but we're still married, and I feel weird having you here in my marriage bed. We should only 'cum' here on special occasions. Boundaries, you know."

Even as she said this, she had the sense that particular boundary was crumbling. "To call you a replacement for that loser would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..." She resumed her sucking.

"Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I'm adopted?"

"Yes, I am. Now, don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk. Just make her suck your meat. That's what mommies are best at."

She smiled to herself contentedly, and resumed sucking again. Whenever she had his penis in her mouth, she felt like she entered some kind of special land, a perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was the penis, and she was overwhelmed by waves of joy and love. Nothing else entered her mind but the sexual feelings in her mouth, her mauled boobs, and her tingling pussy.

Alan looked down and saw her still on all fours, her chest now pressed down on his thighs and her ass high up in the air. He reluctantly let go of her tits since they were pressed up against him too firmly for him to fondle them properly. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was past his knees and too far away. So he stroked the silky smooth skin on her back.

She pulled her body slightly away from his, so now her nipples still touched the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs swayed enticingly. With such a sight before him, and the increasingly practiced things she was doing with her mouth, he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty. Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming that I think I'm going to faint. I try not to think about you at all at school any more, because I just can't function if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, and moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses up his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his, and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big hooters."

She pulled back from his face, which disappointed Alan greatly, but he didn't completely mind because she put on a nice display for him. Sitting up over him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together and up, proudly pushing them toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty.

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time in the world to luxuriate at the sight of her bare chest.

He reached tentatively forward with a hand.

She opened her eyes and saw this, then grabbed the hand and firmly pulled it into her chest. Then she grabbed the other one, and rubbed his inert hands all over her tits.

The hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together with her hands still over his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every second of the day. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits. Probably another ten points from thinking about Suzanne's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him, but only for a second. Then she said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. You do."

She kissed him passionately on the lips, but before he could really react to that, she pulled away and scooted a couple of feet down his body. "I didn't just kiss you," she giggled as she scooted down. "I'm only allowed to do that at our nightly tuck and suck."

It didn't take long for Alan to start cumming. "Mom, I'm getting there!"

Alan gripped the sheets tightly as Susan's head madly bobbed and she sucked him dry. He actually passed out from the ecstasy of it all.

Minutes passed. For once, Susan didn't feel any post-coital guilt, but instead went back to singing her song, over and over. She held the huge mouthful of her son's seed and let the slick goo roll over and over her tongue. She rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, hoping she could make them even bigger for her son's benefit. Her song played over and over again as she tweaked her nipples and savored the tang delighting her taste-buds.

Alan lay there with his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of her best blowjob yet. He woke up and felt two huge mountains pressed into his chest, and a leg wrapped around one of his own. He remembered where he was, and could hardly handle how good it made him feel. I'm in my parents' bed. I'm Mom's new lover. She's never going to fuck Ron again. I'll be plowing her pussy her before long, I can just tell. Someday soon I'll be spending all my nights in this bed, at least when I'm not with Katherine. This is so awesome. This even makes the excellent fuck with Joy pale in comparison.

He opened his eyes and patted her on the head. She cooed happily in response, as she continued to snuggle next to him. Then he said, "Mom, you sucked so good there I think you actually bent light."

She giggled happily and responded, "Your mommy is your cum junkie. She's addicted to your sperm."

"You mean semen, don't you?"

"No, I mean sperm. It sounds naughtier. Your mommy loves you so much that she wants to do very naughty things to you. Yes. Very, very naughty things."

That returned Alan to full awareness. He looked around the room as if for the first time and saw his sister standing in the doorway. She was fully clothed (by the relative standards of the Plummer house) and doing nothing more than staring at them intently. "Hi Sis," he said as calmly as he could.

Susan jerked her head up in surprise, briefly shocked and embarrassed. She'd been caressing her son's front side lovingly, tracing the paths of his muscles along his stomach and upper chest, but seeing that it was only her daughter, her fear quickly drained away. "Oh, it's you. How are you doing, Angel?"

Katherine laughed. "Pretty good, Mom. Glad to see you still use your mouth for talking, too."

Susan, moving to her usual spot between Alan's legs, grabbed Alan's now semi-hard penis and began rubbing it against her cheek dreamily, flaunting her position with Alan in front of her daughter.

He gave his PC muscle a little squeeze and forced a stream of pre-cum ooze to bubble out of his dick head while Susan was rubbing it back and forth along her face.

She felt oddly proud that Alan would want to "mark" her in front of his sister. She used his hard cock as a paintbrush and smeared the slick coating all over her lips, allowing the heavy aroma to carry her away. "Cover me in cum," she whispered, as she imagined a bucket of her son's cum dumped over her head.

The only thing bringing her back to reality was that she was a bit miffed at Katherine's slight jibe. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Can't you see Mommy is very busy?"

"I can see that," her daughter answered, giggling. "I was just checking to see who was home. I thought you two would be in Alan's room."

"We're doing just fine in here," Susan answered, licking his penis from top to bottom. "Tiger is the man of the house now. And Mommy's his obedient big-titted cocksucker, isn't that right?" She went on in a voice as if talking to a baby. "Big bad tiger. Aren't you a scary, big tiger, Alan? The scary wary mean old tiger wants to eat Mommy all up. Starting with her pussy."

She turned back to her daughter. "Now if you could leave us in private. My son needs my hole. ... Um, I mean, my whole attention," she said giggling, purposely making the mistake. She was surprised that she'd made a word play.

"Okay," said Katherine. "But remember those boundaries you keep warning us about, Mom. When you said you want to do very naughty things, that sounds dangerous to your own rules. I think I'll check on you two periodically to make sure you're both on the up and up."

"Why don't you do that, dear. I assure you though, that my behavior is perfectly exemplary." Susan giggled after saying this, and looked at her daughter defiantly as she once again ran her tongue up and down Alan's shaft.

"Exemplary cocksucking," Alan joked, and the two of them had a hearty laugh.

Katherine left, a little bit peeved that she couldn't join in on the fun. She was acutely aware of the fact that it was a Tuesday. She'd been mostly cut out by Heather from playing with Joy earlier in the day, so she was a bit testy and unsatisfied. Her mother flaunting Alan's penis in such an immature way steamed her up in more ways than one.

Alan was spent however, and told his mother that he felt like a nap before he got it up again. He asked her, "Mom, would it be okay just this once if I could stay where I am and sleep in your bed? I'm so tired."

She responded playfully, "Hmm. So you want to sleep in the same bed as your naked mommy. What would Freud think about that? Hmm. ... Well, okay. I'll let you since this is a Tuesday, but don't make it a habit." She decided to nap next to him in her big bed.

Alan took that as a sure signal that their sleeping together would soon would be a regular thing.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, It's gonna be so good when I wake up. Mom is totally ready for more sexual games. She's promised a titfuck, and I'm gonna do it just as soon as my penis bounces back. Not only that, but I'm in my parents' bed. Wild. Mom is certainly feeling more uninhibited than I've ever seen her before and she seems to actually believe all the sexy stuff she's saying. Just how far will I be able to go with her? Is she ready to fuck? If only we could fuck. Maybe I should just take things in hand and make her do it. I KNOW she'd love it, once she got over the shock. But she'd be crying, "No, no" at first, and I couldn't bear that. ... Do it, Alan! Get some balls. Just fuck her.

He fell asleep and dreamed of nothing but fucking his mother.

CHAPTER 4

Alan woke up first. Taking advantage of this fact, he decided to pretend he was still asleep and roll into a more pleasing position. Susan was under the same light sheet as him, but facing away. So he rolled over, draped his arm over her shoulder, and put his hand on her boobs.

He tried to play it cool and act like it had just accidentally fallen there while he slept. But with his hand on such a delightful orb of flesh, he couldn't restrain himself for long. Soon he has subtly squeezing and feeling the skin below his hand.

That woke Susan up, although he had his eyes closed so he didn't know it just yet.

Susan opened one eye and saw what he was doing. She realized he was awake by the intent in his hand movements. She pretended to sleep just as he was doing, and thought, Now that's more like it! This is the kind of Tiger I want to see more often. An aggressive Tiger, taking sexual advantage of his innocent mommy while she sleeps, ravaging her big tits. How delightfully naughty! I wonder what he'll do to me next? Whatever it is, I'm helpless to resist!

She rolled over a bit to give him better access to her ass.

The movement frightened him at first, but he waited another minute and decided she was still deep asleep. He waited another minute and then scooted his groin up to her butt. He carefully slid his penis along her butt crack, and wedged it in lengthwise (he still had no real conception how much he might enjoy anal fucking). Had she faced the other way, he might have gone further, but he figured this was the best he could do in the circumstances. He knew how he sounded when he snored thanks to a recording his sister once had made to prove how loud he was, so the whole time he pretended to snore, just to be on the safe side.

Susan was getting so excited that she had a very hard time trying to keep her breathing even. She was very aware of the erection wedged in her butt, and thought, Damn, I should have rolled the other way. Then he could "accidentally" stick something in my pussy! Oh, Tiger, fuck your sleeping mommy. That way I won't have to feel guilty about it, because I'll never know it happened until after it's over and your potent sperm leaks out of my sore pussy!

But, although she fantasized this, it was just a fantasy since of course she would have been fully awake. There was a reason she turned the other way, because she was still protective of her pussy.

She turned her thoughts to his hand on her tit. His pinky rested against her nipple, and moved ever so slightly back and forward, slightly stimulating it. Oooh, she thought. I wish I could wake up every morning with my Tiger on me like this!

Why don't you? the proverbial devil on her shoulder asked. The angel on the other shoulder had been conspicuously absent lately and had nothing to say. The devil continued, The only person stopping that from happening is you. This bed is made for two to share, and God knows your husband is never in it. I think you need to serve your son in it every night!

Not exactly an angel, but a slightly less naughty voice in her head answered, Yeah, that would be nice - in bed with Alan! But if that happened, he would be fucking me before long.

Her naughty voice pressed, And the downside of that is...? Aren't you his sex toy now? As a sex toy, you have responsibilities and obligations. Are you willing to suck and fuck him every minute of the day, or are you going to let Angel or Suzanne win out as his favorite cum receptacle?

Her less naughty voice responded, I'm trying. I'm trying! But it takes time. I was raised to be such a prude!

The more wanton voice said, Think about all those juicy loads you're going to miss out on. Think of all that yummy sperm that rightfully should be sliding down your throat but will be sliding down someone else's. That's just wrong! Good mommies suck cock! Are you going to let him sleep alone each night? Will you let poor Tiger be lonely? So very lonely? Wouldn't you like to wake up every morning with the full feeling of his penis deep inside of you, pounding, hammering, splitting your pussy in two? Or at least, what about the alarm clock? You're Alan's special alarm clock, are you not? It's your duty to wake him up every day with a blowjob and hot cum splashing all over your face. And then a nice, solid fuck! Some people need a cup of coffee to get going in the morning. You need a good motherfucking!

The less naughty voice in her head replied, Don't go there. Not now. Angel is checking on us today. Checking to make sure Mommy is being good. I need to be responsible! That drove the completely naughty voice away for the moment.

She had to keep up the pretense that Alan was still asleep, so she wanted to "wake him up." She took his hand already on her chest and started rubbing it against her boobs. But it just hung there like the arm of a lifeless puppet - now that he knew she was awake he had to pretend to be sleeping.

She decided that it would be more fun to be sucking his penis and wanted to "wake him up" that way. She momentarily pondered giving Alan the "alarm clock" treatment, but her devilish voice had scared her a bit that she could get too aroused and go too far. So she pulled his lifeless arm to her face and began sucking on his fingers.

"Wake up, Tiger," she said between sucks.

Alan pretended to wake. "Where am I?" he asked in fake confusion.

"You're in your mommy's bed. And Mommy's all naked and hot and wet! And you have your dick stuck up her butt. Bad boy! You know that's not allowed," she chided him, but neither she nor Alan made any move to remove it. It wasn't much of a scolding, considered the way her words positively dripped with desire. She squeezed his erection with her ass muscles for further emphasis.

She continued to suck him one finger at a time.

Alan found it much more arousing than he would have imagined.

"Do you like that, waking up in your mommy's bed, and doing nasty things to Mommy?" She ground her crotch into the top of his thigh, and slowly slid her hairy pussy up and down his skin. "Do you like filling her holes with such dirty, filthy body parts?"

"You see what I mean about bending the rules?" an unrecognized voice said.

Alan turned around and saw it was his sister who spoke. Katherine was now sitting on a sofa near the bed, dressed only in a see-through nightie and looking stern. But Alan could see through her act. Between Susan and Katherine, Alan thought for sure he would pass out again, from sheer delight.

Susan looked up with a start. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was only Katherine and then said petulantly, "Angel, today is my special day with my special well-hung son. You know that. Can't we have some privacy?"

"Not if you're pushing your rules like that. Look where Alan Junior is right now, for instance, wedged way up your ass crack." (Katherine came up with "Alan Junior" without really thinking; little did she realize that it would become a common nickname for Alan's penis.) "Does it belong there? Does that fit with your boundaries?"

Susan had to suppress the urge to shout, "YES! I need my Tiger's cock deep in my ass!" Instead, she reluctantly pulled herself away from him and pouted, "But Angel. He's just so full of cum. I've got to squeeze all that juicy, tasty cum out of him every way I can."

Katherine, seeing that Alan was watching her, began pulling her nightie down her chest. "Fine. Then suck him off again. You've been acting all weird today. There's even a weird kind of wild look in your eye. I think I'll have to referee."

"Whatever you like," said Susan, pulling her head down to Alan's erection. "Just so long as you leave my Tiger all to me." As she said this to her daughter, she rubbed her son's penis up and down her cheeks and then all over her face. She gave her a look that nonverbally said, "Don't you wish you had this in your hands?" She realized it wasn't a very mature thing to do, but she was too horny to help herself. She liked to literally rub in the fact that she had possession of Alan's stiff pole and Katherine didn't.

Susan was in a strange mood - she was really letting go, and discovering just how wild her wild side was. It was thanks to Suzanne's "bend over but don't break" advice that she was letting her hair down so much. But had she thought about it, the effect was not what Suzanne promised it would be. Susan was thinking about having intercourse with her son with more serious deliberation than ever before. But that was Suzanne's secret intention all along.

Katherine watched attentively, silent but frowning.

After Susan rubbed her son's penis for a bit longer to get a jealous reaction from her daughter, she sat up in bed and then ran her hands over his body under the pretense of changing positions.

Once again she positioned her face over Alan's rod, but feeling extra naughty, she put her body over his instead of getting between his legs as she'd always done before. She bent down and began rubbing his penis with a free hand while she used the other one to prop herself up. Her legs were on either side of his head, just above his shoulders. Her pussy hung a foot above his face, and her boobs dropped down onto his stomach, where the nipples lightly brushed against his skin.

Susan previously wouldn't have trusted either Alan or herself in this position, but she figured that now the gloves were off, thanks to Suzanne's latest advice. Maybe it's time Tiger learns how to be a carpet muncher. He's gonna fill his face with Mommy's dripping hot cunt! Oh, I'm gonna love it! That's what I have - a cunt. Not a pussy, but a cunt. Pussies are for pussies. She laughed inwardly at her little word play.

Then he's gonna fuck my tits. Yep, I have tits and a cunt, 'cos I'm a terribly naughty mommy. With Angel refereeing, I don't have to worry that we'll go all the way. Bend me over, Tiger, but don't break me!

But she gave him contrary instructions to her thoughts, just to drive him wild with desire. "You heard what your sister said, Tiger. Keep your hands still and make sure not to touch me in any way. Please don't disappoint me." She dropped her face down and began licking his stiff penis again.

Katherine was well prepared for such arousing sights. She brought a small bag of sexual accessories with her. She pulled her favorite dildo out of the bag and stuck it in her love box. It was Mr. Excitement - the big black one that Heather originally owned and had somehow come into her possession (Heather hadn't been asking for it and Katherine saw no reason to remind her that she had it). It hung out of her hole at least six inches at the very least. She soon found herself pistoning it in and out as she watched.

Alan lolled his head to the side and saw his sister pleasuring herself. But as delightful a sight as that was, his attention soon returned to his mother's pussy hanging right above his face. He drank in the smell of sex and watched rivulets of cum drip out of it and down her thighs. Susan periodically shook all over, and Alan realized those were orgasms. When she did this, some of his mother's cum would shake off of her skin, and a few drops flew onto his face.

Her timing was perfect. The closer he came to orgasm (thanks to the excited workings of her lips and tongue on his shaft), the lower his mother's pussy appeared to drop down, and that in turn drove him ever closer to the edge. He stuck his tongue up into the air, and was almost able to reach a few stray wisps of hair.

Susan was deliberately and slowly lowering her privates down onto his face, waiting with electric anticipation for the moment when she finally made contact with it. Her legs slowly spread wider and wider, even as her mouth continually slurped up and down the sides of his hard erection.

She thought to herself, Should I really do this? Should I put my pussy, I mean my cunt, right in his face? Even with Katherine as an umpire? Maybe I should do this when she isn't around? ... No. It's important they both know just what a big son-slut their Mommy is. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll want to punish me. Hopefully Alan will even give me a spanking. Yes! Tiger is going to spank his naughty mommy! Won't that be good? But not as good as his tongue up my cunt. Oh God, I can almost feel it! It's so close...

At least Susan could still think semi-coherent thoughts. Alan was so excited and overheated that his brain couldn't think at all. He was running entirely on some kind of primal sexual autopilot, completely incapable of considering if what he was doing was wrong or not. His eyes shut tightly as he struggled to survive the sheer anticipation of having his mother's pussy drop onto his face.

Susan's body slid down another good inch or two.

Alan's tongue was still sticking up and he suddenly found it in amongst his mother's pussy lips. This pushed him over the edge, and he began to feel an ejaculation welling up within him. Pussy licking was still a relatively new experience for him. He still found it a bit gross, getting his face in all that pubic hair, and had he thought about it, he wouldn't have been eager to repeat the experience. But he wasn't thinking about that anymore. All he knew was that a big hairy pussy was right in his face, and he had no say in the matter. He had to lick it.

"Foul! Foul!" cried Katherine as she worked her dildo in and out of herself. "Mom, get your butt up some more!"

But Susan was too busy with her son's penis in her throat to talk. She could feel that it would begin shooting out semen any second. She stopped merely licking and swallowed it deeper than she ever had before. She tried to get past the gag reflex, but couldn't quite do it.

Katherine hopped up from where she sat, the dildo still sticking out of her. She got up on the bed and tried to push her mother's butt up and away with both hands. "I said, get your butt up!"

But far from moving her butt up, Susan now appeared to be grinding it down onto Alan's face.

Alan could feel his mother's pussy shake and tremble; he knew she was reaching a peak of excitement - again.

As her pussy juice started to flow all over his face, he lost the last vestiges of control and began shooting cum forcefully into her eager mouth. As his was filling Susan's mouth, his tongue filled and explored her pussy lips.

Susan's whole body exploded in such a powerful orgasm that it was all she could do to stay conscious and keep sucking Alan's erection.

For her, the importance of getting her son to fill her mouth with cum was more important than anything in the world. Focusing on that need kept her from passing out, just barely. She felt her climax arrive with such a force that her pussy juice gushed out of her hot hole and straight into Alan's mouth.

Taking more drastic measures, Katherine plunged two fingers into her mother's pussy right above Alan's tongue and then she stuck her thumb into Susan's anus.

Susan cried out in delight.

Grasping Susan's privates like a bowling ball, Katherine pulled her mother's ass up into the air. The rest of her body had no choice but to follow, and Susan was forced up and away from her son's tongue.

"NoooOOOoooo!" Susan cried like a little child denied her favorite toy, especially as the surprise movement had forced her mouth off his erection. Semen was shooting into her face and she barely managed to close her eyes before more strands of his spend hit her there.

Katherine now had Susan's pussy free of Alan's tongue, and she seemed content with that for the moment. Her other hand was busy fondling her mother's ass with gusto, but Susan seemed completely oblivious about that.

Susan had something else on her mind: her son's dick. She dropped her mouth back down and resumed sucking Alan's stiff pole as it continued to shoot out ropes of cum. The quantity of each rope was below his usual standards, but still generous. She loved to feel the hot squirts hit the back of her throat, and that's exactly what they did.

Katherine had been pistoning her fingers in and out of both her mother's hot pussy and anus from the very first instant the fingers entered the holes. She could hardly believe the unprecedented opportunity. True, she kissed and groped her mother recently, but this was on a completely different level.

She wasn't too worried that Susan would complain or even notice, because she knew that when Susan was cocksucking it consumed her entire being. But she figured that if Susan did complain, she could use the excuse that she'd been trying to lift Susan up the whole time. So she sawed and fondled away while Susan finished off Alan's load.

When Susan finally finished swallowing her son's cum, she rested for a bit and then eventually lifted her whole body up so that she was resting firmly on her knees and elbows. Her cocksucking didn't quite end, as she began slowly cleaning her son's penis off with her tongue. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a drop. She also hoped that if she "cleaned" it enough it might rise again. Further, she just liked the idea of being "forced" to do such a deferential act.

But Katherine still didn't take her fingers out of her mother's pussy or asshole. Keeping up the pretense of trying to move her, she complained as she vigorously probed, "Mom! I said, get off of Alan already!"

Susan, though, was too excited to think or respond. The pulsing fingers attacking both of her holes caused her to climax in yet another powerful orgasm. She was so overcome she yelled, "Mmmff!" She stopped licking her favorite shaft just long enough to shout more coherently, "Yesssss!!!!!"

Another gush of Susan's cum covered her daughter's pistoning fingers, providing more lubrication for them to thrust in and out even at a faster pace. It was as if Susan's body was completely abandoning itself to sex. Only a lingering hint of her strict upbringing held her back from screaming, "Tiger! Angel! Both of you, fuck me in every hole!" She felt she was on the verge of becoming an uncontrollable nymphomaniac serving both of her children and she loved it.

Alan lay exhausted six inches beneath his mother's pussy. His hands were resting and his penis was now lifeless, but he enjoyed the front row view of the double finger fuck nonetheless. It seemed like it was raining pussy juice.

Eventually, Susan's best orgasm of the day (so far) finally came to an end.

Katherine's finger fucking slowed down to a near stop. But she couldn't get herself to take her fingers out of her mother's holes just yet.

Susan finally said, "Thanks for the help, Angel. I think you can take out your fingers now."

"Are you sure?" Katherine asked, still wiggling the fingers a little bit. "Do you promise to behave?" She was playing for time and trying to establish precedence on what she could do in the future. She rubbed her thumb along her mother's clit while trying to dig her fingers deeper into Susan's dripping hole.

Her mind screamed, I can't believe I have my finger up my mother's pussy! I've been pumping it like there's no tomorrow and she doesn't care! And her ass! It's like I'm in control and she's the child. This is so awesome!

Susan's body involuntarily writhed with the new wiggling she could feel in both holes. "Yes. Mommy has been very naughty, but she promises to be good now. Please let me go."

"Okay, then." Katherine could see no more excuse for delay and her fingers came out with a loud pop. She sucked her mother's juices off of her fingers in full view of Alan's eyes while Susan was facing the other way. She really played up the licking for her panting and recovering brother. She even gave him a saucy wink while she sucked her thumb clean.

Finally Susan sat up and moved away, forcing Katherine to stop her licking fun. The sexy mother ended up lying in the bed next to Alan, resting and thinking.

CHAPTER 5

As Katherine sat back down next to the bed she commented, "You're acting really weird today, Mom. What would have happened to you two if I hadn't been here? I shudder to think."

"I just shudder," Susan joked, making reference to her many loud, very visible, and intense orgasms. "But Angel, thank you for your help. Having a referee isn't so bad, I guess."

"No problem." Katherine smirked, tickled pink that her mother considered what she did some kind of help and not a blatant grope.

"It allowed me to let go."

"I noticed."

Susan, however, wasn't completely oblivious about Katherine's fondling. She laughed and said, "But daughter, you know there are other ways to pick a person up. You don't have to lift Mommy up like a bowling ball!!"

They all laughed at that.

Susan greatly enjoyed the touch of her daughter. It was the first time she'd felt another woman's fingers inside her pussy. Deep down she wanted more. But she couldn't consciously admit that to herself just yet. She had to ask Katherine to stop or else she figured she would have to admit to herself that she was a bisexual. After what she'd done with Suzanne lately, that wasn't a topic she wanted to think about at all.

She also was pleased with the whole "referee" idea. She liked when she didn't have to control her own desires, but could rely on Katherine to intervene. She wished for more.

This is great. I can go right to the edge of fucking without having to worry about losing all control. I can't wait until Tiger fucks me up the butt! Angel would have to watch to make sure he doesn't slip in the other hole. As long as she's watching, I should probably play with her clitoris just a little bit, you know, just to say thanks for keeping an eye out. Oops! I didn't say that. No clit sucking for you, Susan, I meant clit fondling. Not legal. Boundaries. Lesbianism. Bad. Boy, when did I become such a naughty mommy?

Alan sat up on the bed a bit and said, "By the way, Mom, I've hardly ever done that before. Put my mouth down there on a woman, I mean. It was all so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn't really figure out if I liked it. I don't think I've gotten the hang of it. Can we try that again some time when we're both more aware of what we're doing?"

Susan was perturbed. "Tiger, don't ask me that. You've got me very confused. We'll talk about that later. ... Of course I enjoyed it, but your sister says we're not allowed to do it."

She looked across Alan to her daughter with a sour face, as if she thought her daughter was a jailer.

But Katherine rightly pointed out, "Mom, I'm just enforcing your rules. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

Katherine had flopped back on the sofa across from where the prostrate Alan lay on the bed. The giant Mr. Excitement dildo was still sticking out of the bottom of her nightie. She'd been too busy with Susan to get her own climax, but she was making up for lost time. She slowly kneaded her breasts and occasionally played with her clit or the dildo.

Susan was intensely curious about the big black object sticking out of her daughter's slit. She also didn't want to discuss her own hypocritical standards. So she asked, "What's that thing, Angel? That, that... dildo? Vibrator?"

"That's right, Mom, it's a vibrator. Don't you own one?"

"No. Don't you remember I'm sexually conservative and frigid?"

All three of them had a hearty laugh at that.

As an aside, Susan noted, "God, I don't know what's come over me. I think that's the fourth joke I've made today! I feel all loosey goosy. It's great. I feel so alive and unrestrained!"

"Why don't you ask Suzanne for one?" suggested Katherine, still talking about dildos. "In fact, I think she's already got one with your name on it."

"Is it as good as a real penis?" Susan asked, very interested.

"No, nothing feels as..." Katherine answered, then stopped herself. She was going to say, "Nothing feels as good as Alan's cock filling my pussy," but luckily she stopped herself in time. She reminded herself again that in her mother's eyes she was still supposed to be a virgin.

Instead, she completed her thought by saying, "...good as a real penis. At least I don't think so. Not like I would know, first hand, you know. But how could something plastic compare with real flesh and blood? The big size is just for show. It doesn't actually help, though the wideness feels nice." She began pumping the plastic penis in and out of herself again, as if to help demonstrate her meaning.

"Okay, Angel, I think we get the point," Susan said in an annoyed voice. But at the same time she unconsciously licked her lips with lusty desire to feel and taste her daughter's sopping wet pussy.

She shook her mind clear of those thoughts and looked over to the clock beside the bed. "Tiger, I take it you're down for the count for a while. Why don't you two run along? It's still an hour and a half until dinner, so both of you can get a lot of homework done. But, Son, if you get erect while you're working, you know whose mouth is always waiting for a cock stuffing."

Alan reluctantly sat up in bed, somewhat surprised it was all over.

Katherine was surprised too.

Both of them were hoping that they were at the beginning stages of a full on family orgy. But Susan's fear of having a lesbian side gave her enough willpower to stop.

Susan grabbed her son's hand and held onto it. "Tiger, today I'm feeling a little ... I don't know what. Naughty, I suppose. But don't expect this kind of thing all the time, okay?"

He replied with genuine feeling, "Mom, I feel so good in your bed. I just want to stay here forever."

She put a second hand on his and caressed it. "I know, I know. Me too. And believe me, I plan to suck your cock in this bed so many times that it'll be your new home away from home. And if you want to kiss my pussy a little bit here and there, like you just did, that's okay. Not only that, but I meant what I said about titfucking. If you want to slide your big thing through mommy's titties any time you like, I suppose she's helpless to stop you."

Her attitude changed as she remembered the need for self-control. "As long as we don't get carried away, that is. But we have to do responsible things too, like homework. Maybe we'll save the titfucking as a reward for when you finish all your homework. So get going before you make me all lightheaded and juicy with another one of your sweet compliments. And you too, daughter. Next time, if I'm standing by the kitchen cabinets and you want to get some breakfast cereal, you don't have to fill up my cunt and ass with your fingers to get me to move, you know. There are other ways. So improper."

But all three of them were smiling, because she didn't really mean her weak admonishments very much.

Katherine thought to herself, I am SOOO going to be fully fucking Mom really soon. Kim is going to die of jealousy! Family orgy right around the corner. Yes!

CHAPTER 6

A few sex-free hours followed. Alan and Katherine actually accomplished some homework. Both of them were far behind in their classes.

Alan had a test coming up he knew he would do poorly on, but choosing between studying harder and more sexual games, he always ended up playing the sexual games. He consoled himself that at least he got a little bit of prep work done.

Dinner was also relatively free of teasing. Katherine and Susan even wore fairly normal clothing instead of their sexy nighties. The reason for the mood shift was that Alan made clear his penis was still needing a rest from overwork. The other two tried to pace themselves to him and so let him get some space. The only exciting thing was a decision made at dinner.

Katherine said, "You know, Mom, since you were so naughty this afternoon, I think you should be punished. I think I should spank you, just like I was punished with a spanking by Suzanne for breaking the rules."

"You're right, Angel." Susan was all too willing to be spanked, not to mention poked, probed, kissed, fondled, and licked, as long as it was done by one of her loved ones. "But let's wait for tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne can administer it, since she's so good at that kind of thing. Today is my special day with my special Tiger."

Susan went back to humming the song she made up, which she now called "The Alan Song." She liked to vary the rhythm, tempo, and words, which came out slightly different each time:

I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
Son makes mom go "moo"
Rewards her mouth with a load of goo
Mommy's chest's a hit
She can't wait until he fucks her tits
I am Alan's rack
He owns my chest and that's a fact

She was too shy to sing or say the words out loud. But she thought, Wouldn't it be great though if he could read my mind and hear the song? Maybe he'd get so excited that he'd throw me on the table and do all kinds of nasty things to me right in front of everyone. He'd show everyone just how much he desires me and needs my body to temporarily satisfy his endless lust. Hey! That's a good idea for a new lyric:

I am Alan's hole
On the table here he'll take control

Susan wasn't very good with quick sexual wordplay, but for some reason she was better with rhymes and could turn just about any thought into a new lyric for her song, given time.

They were interrupted by a phone call during dinner. Susan answered it, and soon was happily chatting away.

Alan thought, The outside world. What a trippy thought. It's like a cold slap of reality to recall there are other people out there living normal lives, and occasionally having to deal with boring, non-sexual...

His thoughts trailed off as he started paying attention to her words.

Susan spoke into the phone gaily, "Yes, it IS that big. No, I'm not kidding. You've seen it yourself, so why do you always ask me to describe it? ... Yes, it's about that thick, I can just barely get my fingers around it. Though you've got smaller hands, so I don't know about you. ... Imagine trying to stuff a giant cucumber in your mouth. Can you imagine how great it is to have your mouth filled with that much cock? ... Yeah, it can be tough and tiring, but man, when you get that payoff... ... Yes. ... Yes. Tasty. Delicious! ... Sooooo good. Imagine having such a hot, throbbing big thing filling your whole mouth and then it just erupts! All that spermy goodness hitting the back of your throat... Girl, I'll tell you, it's the best feeling in the whole wide world!"

The other woman talked for a minute or more before Susan continued, "Don't worry. You'll get your chance. ... No, I don't mind a little bit of sharing. My son is a special cum-filled boy with very special needs, and that includes having lots of sexy vixens constantly sucking his cock. He deserves help from exactly the likes of you. Just thinking about him painting your cute face and huge tits with his milky sperm gets me so hot! ... Of course he likes you. He loves your tits, naturally. I told you that yesterday. AND the day before. Maybe he loves them a little too much, but I try not to get jealous. ... Yes. Maybe he'll do it to you tomorrow night. ... You ARE Alan-worthy! How many times do I have to tell you that already? Where did your confidence go? ... Be patient. It's almost here. Just one more day...."

Alan found his penis rigidly erect once more after hearing just that much of the phone call. It was obvious to him that Susan was talking to Brenda, and the thought of Brenda being so hot for him increased his arousal still further.

The call made clear to Alan that Brenda had been invited to come to the next day's card game. His mind filled with possibilities.

Susan and Brenda talked on the phone quite a while longer, discussing various outfits they might wear to the event.

Brenda didn't realize that Alan was in the room where Susan was talking, but Susan took full advantage of his presence to further arouse him. She looked straight at Alan and posed for him as she described in great detail all the sexy clothes she might wear to the game. Her hands ran all over her body as she described to Brenda the cuts of her clothes and just what she'd expose to Alan, and then what her son would do to her.

She described in a nearly breathless voice how her son would grab her long brown hair with two hands and "forcibly fuck my face," as she put it. She also thoughtfully repeated nearly everything Brenda said, so Alan could imagine what Brenda would be dressed like too.

Alan heard Susan say things like, "So you say you want to suck his cock, but how badly do you want it? ... Uh huh. That bad? ... I see. And what would you do to tempt him into fucking your monstrously huge tits? Would you get on your knees and beg? ... You would? Goodness! What would you say, exactly?"

Even though Susan was fully dressed in a light green low cut dress and she was merely running her hands over her clothes, Alan found he was as fully aroused as if she'd been naked. Between his vivid imagination, the continued phone conversation, and Susan's sultry looks in his direction, he had no choice but to take his painfully hard erection out.

Katherine was also heated up by her mother's wanton display. She immediately grabbed her brother's shaft under the dinner table and went to work on it with both hands.

Susan heated both of them up even further with her language on the phone.

For instance, after Brenda described a particular dress she might wear, Susan replied, "Are you sure the fabric is thick enough, or are your outrageously erect nipples going to poke right through it? And how will it look wet, when it's soaked through and through from your pussy juice and Alan's big loads? You'll look like you won a sticky wet T-shirt contest by the end of tomorrow night, I guarantee you. Have you ever had your big chest entirely basted and bathed in sperm? You will soon!"

But while Brenda didn't know that Alan was in the room, Susan didn't realize that Brenda took off her clothes as the call went on. Susan's words were so hot that Brenda was very literally burning up and found herself disrobing. By the end of the call, Brenda was buck naked and wildly frigging herself.

Brenda finally had to end the call just so she could devote two hands and all her attention to her pussy. Plus, she got so aroused that she found it difficult to keep talking or even breathe regularly. As soon as she put the phone down, she let out a piercing wail and came in proverbial buckets.

Susan sat back down at the dinner table. "That was Brenda," she said calmly, even though Alan and Katherine had already long figured that out. "She's calling me all the time these days. It's like getting bugged by the Jehovah's Witnesses or something." She pretended to be annoyed, but in fact she loved calls like that one. Her upper thighs were wet and she would have loved to suck off her son yet again, but for once her jaw was too sore and tired to do it.

Plus, she suspected that her daughter was taking care of it already. Katherine was trying to be subtle about it, but Susan could see the telltale motions the way Katherine's her upper arms went up and down repeatedly.

Brenda had been calling Susan a lot ever since their last card game, but she usually did it in the middle of the day when her son Adrian was at school. But he was off for the evening, and Brenda just couldn't constrain herself from calling for what was the third time that day.

It was like she was becoming hooked on a drug - talking and thinking about sex with Alan. Susan was already hooked on the same drug, so the two of them usually would talk for ten minutes or more with each call. These calls almost always ended up with climaxes for the both of them.

Susan continued in a casual voice as if she was talking about perfectly ordinary things, "I'm kind of warming up to her though. She's nice. You don't mind if she comes over for the card game tomorrow night, do you, Tiger?"

"No. Of course not."

"Good. You'll tame her in no time. She's so hot to suck your cock already that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. You make me so proud, you busty babe tamer, you." She said this beaming with pride, as if describing her son's winning science fair project.

Alan's mind boggled. So much for my "normal outside world" theory. Other moms in this neighborhood are chatting to each other about their kids playing baseball and the TV show they saw last night. But here, everything is sex, sex, sex! I'm going to fail school for sure, not to mention trying to get into college. Forget that.

I can't stop all the sex to save my life. Not with these women. Hell, even as I'm sitting here, Sis is giving me a nice slow stroking. And I mean, Brenda! Fuck! Playing with watermelon-sized tits or doing algebra. Hmm? Not much of a choice there. Not only that, but I'm slowly turning... I don't know what. Complacent. ... No, not that so much as expectant. There was a time not that many weeks ago when I would have been too awed to even speak to her, but now I expect Brenda to become another fuck toy. Maybe tomorrow, in fact. It's like she was put on the Earth to serve me. But surely she has her own motivations. I wonder why she and Susan, when they talk on the phone, why do they go on and on about my-

Susan picked up a fork and interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Good. I must admit, that call really worked me up. But let's finish eating up here first, and then we can get down to some serious spermy fun. Okay?"

So Katherine continued lightly rubbing his penis with one hand while the three of them resumed eating.

Susan was sure what Katherine was doing by now, but she didn't mind, despite it being a Tuesday. She thought, Angel's hands are warming him up, but my mouth is going to be the main act as soon as dinner is over. Or maybe my tits, to give my jaw a bit of a rest. Maybe it's time for a titfuck. Yes! Titfuck!

CHAPTER 7

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. As Susan went to answer the phone, she grumbled, "What does Brenda want now? How many times do I have to walk her through another blowjob? Good grief!"

But it turned out to be one of Susan's cousins, living in Chicago. That was a real cold slap of reality for Susan. This cousin, like almost everyone in Susan's extended family, was very religious and uptight. Susan was grateful that for once she was actually fully dressed as she furiously blushed imagining what her cousin would think about her last call with Brenda.

Katherine rather sheepishly stopped rubbing Alan's deflating penis in the face of some intense glares coming from Susan as she talked on the phone. She finally was forced to tuck it back into his shorts and zip up his fly.

After dinner, Susan was still so obviously spooked from her cousin's call that there was no further teasing or talk of penis stimulation.

Alan had cooled down a bit himself after he saw her get upset. He figured a break wasn't so bad, especially since he'd lost his erection again.

Katherine and Alan went to their respective rooms and studied some more until a favorite television show of theirs came on at eight o'clock.

Suzanne also liked the show, so she came over a few minutes before it started. She walked into the front door of the Plummer house just as Alan and Katherine were migrating to the living room.

Susan was making a snack in the kitchen.

Suzanne was anxious to finally fuck Alan, and knew that he certainly felt the same. Even though she knew this wasn't the moment to fuck, she thought she'd have some fun playing with him about the idea.

"How is your day going, Angel?" Suzanne asked Katherine from one room away, as she took off her panties from under her heavy clothes, deposited them in the underwear cabinet, and walked further inside. She was starting to use Susan's affectionate nickname for Katherine ever since they'd become intimate.

"Good, I guess. For a Tuesday, if you know what I mean." Katherine rolled her eyes in frustration.

"I do." Suzanne could definitely relate to the lack of access to Alan's penis these past couple of Tuesdays.

Alan was sitting on the floor.

Suzanne stood between him and the television, so she towered over him. She smiled as she looked down at him. "And how has your day been, Sweetie?"

"Amazing and surreal, as usual," he answered honestly.

"But you look tired," she said consolingly in her slightly scratchy voice. "I'll bet you had a hairy day." She lifted up her dress as she said this, so her pussy was hanging right over his face. With a happy snicker, she added, "You look really bushed."

He looked up and nearly drooled at the sight of the pink pussy staring him in the face. He was genuinely surprised though at just how wet she was. Rivulets of her juices flowed out of her hole and down toward her stockings.

Katherine could tell what kind of show Alan was getting. She quipped, "He's weary from the daily grind."

Suzanne giggled along with Katherine. "Exactly. He's knackered."

"Knickered," Katherine giggled some more.

"I think he should relax and take a load off, don't you?"

"Definitely!"

But while Katherine was all giggles, Alan asked seriously as he gazed up into Suzanne's dripping pussy lips, "Aunt Suzy, how did that happen? I mean your wetness. You're all wet, but you just walked in the house. You haven't even done anything yet."

Suzanne stepped forward and planted her feet on either side of him so her crotch was directly above his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I'm so hot for you that just the idea of walking into this house gets me wet. Just the mention of your name gets me flowing like the Amazon. Do you know what you and I are going to do really soon? We're gonna..." - her voice dropped down to a barely audible but still hoarse and sexy whisper - "fuck."

Alan cleared his throat nervously. He looked over to his sister sitting on the couch and noticed that she'd heard.

Katherine's only visible reaction was to giggle a bit at his obvious awkwardness. Inside, though, she was worried. If Alan could fuck Suzanne, why would he still want to fuck me? She's so gorgeous and talented and sex-mad that they'll never be able to pry those two apart. Damn!

Suzanne lazily rubbed her pussy lips with one hand as she continued to hold her dress up high with the other. Knowing that Katherine had heard her whisper, she made no further attempt to keep her voice down. "That's right, stud. You're gonna get to know this hole really well. Imagine lying on top of me right now, and bouncing up and down on me like a pogo stick. My pussy can almost feel the fullness. God DAMN! When I think about you sitting on me, plowing into me... Whoa! Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way, and to be brutally honest, I usually do. What do you think of that? Are you ready to fuck your Aunt Suzy?" She again whispered the word "fuck" but this time really spat it out as sexily and naughtily as she could manage.

These words only confirmed Katherine's fears, especially the comment, "Your penis is gonna live in this hole if I have my way." But she knew there was no way to go against Suzanne and win.

Alan was in awe at Suzanne's words. He almost missed her question, but finally stammered out, "Y-y-yes." Somehow he felt unusually nervous in the face of Suzanne's overpowering sexual magnetism.

Suzanne smiled at the return of his bashfulness. "Good answer. That's right. You're going to fuck your Aunt Suzy silly, every day. She's going to show you what fucking really means. But in the meanwhile, you've gone and made her wet, very wet. Maybe you could lick her boo-boo up with your tongue, and make it all better?"

"I don't know," he answered as he looked all around. He knew that Katherine wouldn't say or do anything to stop him from doing what Suzanne wanted. But he worried about Susan and her current mood.

As if on cue, Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Cookies are ready! Here they come!" She walked in carrying a tray of hot, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Suzanne would have had time to move to a less exposed position, but didn't bother. She flaunted her pussy exposure above Alan for Susan to clearly see. She briefly acknowledged Susan's presence with a "Hi, Susan." Then she spoke to Alan about the cookies with obviously intended innuendo, "Hmm. Hot and fresh, and delivered to you on a platter. You're a lucky guy, Sweetie. How can you turn down that offer?"

Susan's face wrinkled with concern as she saw Suzanne's standing above Alan with her pussy and bush on full view. She mumbled, "Oh dear."

But Suzanne ignored Susan's reaction. She commented to no one in particular, "Can you believe I'm still wearing all these clothes? We had a fancy dinner with some of my husband's business friends. What a bore. I'm actually still wearing a bra! Can you imagine? I'd better fix that right away."

She began to take her clothes off one by one in a slow strip tease.

Alan had lain back on a nearby couch while Katherine and Susan sat on each side of him. The three of them watched Suzanne while she sexily swayed to music playing in her head.

Susan seemed torn between lust for her best friend and fear of her growing lesbian leanings so she tried to maintain a veneer of normality, as if pretending there wasn't a centerfold-perfect woman slowly getting buck naked in the middle of the room. Susan even got up and served the others drinks right in the middle of Suzanne's act.

Suzanne understood Susan's psychological issues and kept up a patter of talk to keep the mood light. As she stripped down to just her garter belt and stockings, she casually quizzed Susan about the state of Alan's penis during the day.

This topic now qualified as perfectly normal and proper for Susan, so she had no problem discussing her son's throbbing erections in great detail and bemoaning to everyone in the room just how "terribly backed up with sperm" her son's penis was.

Katherine could sense her mother's conflicted mood and so she stayed quiet and played it cool. She didn't even take out her brother's erection, figuring Susan would do that if she was ready. However, since she was wearing an extremely short shirt, she was able to have some fun flashing her pussy at Suzanne.

Suzanne, though, generally kept her eyes bored right at Alan's crotch. Her body moved so sensually and she talked so blatantly about the need to prevent "sperm build up" that she was sure Susan would break at any time and began rubbing the big bulge running down one of Alan's thighs.

Susan panted with arousal just as much as Alan and Katherine did, but she kept her resolve and just barely managed to keep her own hands in her lap. The phone call from her cousin was still on her mind.

Suzanne finally conceded defeat. The ostensible reason for stripping was so she could take her bra off. So, with that accomplished, she began putting some of her outfit back on. However, she somehow made putting clothes back on nearly as arousing as taking them off.

Her dress was a very low cut one and exposed just about everything since she decided to keep her blouse underneath off along with the bra. With her little show over, she arranged it so that the slightest tug would pull the dress off her nipples.

CHAPTER 8

With the striptease display over, Susan tried to reassert a non-sexual mood by hyping up her cookies and encouraging everyone to eat some more of them. She wore a frown over Suzanne's impropriety, but she decided that she should wait until she and Suzanne were alone before criticizing her.

Suzanne, though, had other ideas. She knew that Susan's resistance needed to be further broken if any of them were going to have more sexual fun that evening. So after Susan distributed the plate of cookies again, the red-haired beauty sidled up to the teenagers and whispered to them, "Sweetie and Angel, don't miss this."

She took the cookie tray Susan was still holding out of her hands and put it down on a coffee table. Then she said, "Susan, I'm a bit insulted. Where's my friendly greeting? What was all that practicing for if you don't put it to use?"

Now it was Susan's turn to get a bit nervous. She stammered, "But my cousin Edith in Chicago... And the kids... Not in front of them..." She looked over at Alan and Katherine anxiously.

But Suzanne put her hands on her friend's shoulders and directed Susan's attention back her way. She acted quickly before Susan could complain about privacy or any of her other prudish concerns.

Suzanne took Susan in her arms and began French kissing her.

Susan was very hesitant at first, as she was still reminded of her old ways from the cousin's phone call.

But Suzanne kept working with her magically talented and quite long tongue, and soon they were going at it as if they'd been kissing in front of the kids for years. Suzanne's hands roamed down to Susan's butt and grasped at the fleshy butt cheeks through Susan's skirt.

They broke off the kiss after a minute or two. Susan had intended to end things there, but seeing Suzanne's beauty, she just couldn't help herself. She licked all over Suzanne's neck and ears. All the movement pulled Suzanne's tits free from her low cut dress, just as Suzanne had planned a few minutes earlier.

Now facing Suzanne's back, Susan reached around and greedily grasped Suzanne's tits while she nibbled and licked at her neck like a hungry vampire.

Suzanne moaned with pleasure, delighted at Susan's newfound aggressiveness. She hefted up her breasts and pushed them out to further arouse an eagerly watching Alan.

Susan eventually realized that she was just supposed to be giving Suzanne a "greeting" kiss, and pulled away. But by now her earlier anxious mood was ancient history, though she did fret some over what a spectacle she'd shown. She never forgot that she was being watched by her children, yet that fact both disturbed her and made her hotter.

Suzanne could see that Susan was on the verge of complaining about the kiss, so she kept her on the defensive by whispering in her ear, "That was very good, Susan. Remember, we're here to help inspire Alan. His balls are full of all that nasty sperm. Gallons and gallons of nasty sperm! We've got to draw it out and swallow it down, continually. Six times a day. Don't forget all the inspiration he needs for his six times a day duties. He needs to see hot mothers kiss and rub their exposed sexy busts all over each other, like we just did. It's what we do now to help out."

Susan immediately went from feeling slightly miffed and tricked to being proud at her efforts. Just as Suzanne knew she would, Susan was practically salivating at the mention of having to swallow the improbably large amount of "gallons and gallons of nasty sperm." She thought, Big titted mommies drain balls dry! That's what I do. What was I thinking before?! Who cares about some stupid phone call?

Alan, though, couldn't hear the whispering. So he asked Susan as he chewed on another cookie, "What was that all about, Mom?"

He was surprised at the kiss, but not really that surprised. He had a raging erection from watching it, plus everything else that had been happening, but he kept it in his shorts for the moment until he could get a sign from Suzanne on how to proceed since she could read Susan's moods better than anyone.

While he waited for Susan to answer his question, he thought, The way Mom's been kissing Katherine lately, it was just a matter of time before she did the same to Aunt Suzy. This is a curl your toes, tongue duel kind of kiss too. Mom's just so fucking sexy! It looks like she's in a good mood again, too. Her boundaries are falling further down by the hour. Who knows, with the way things are going, I might even end up fucking her before the evening is over!

Susan was leaning into Suzanne and cuddling up against her most contentedly, but she finally answered, "Like I think I told you earlier, Suzanne told me I needed to be warmer with my greetings and good-byes. I'm just trying to improve on that. She told me that this kind of kiss is perfectly common in certain, hip social circles. So I'm trying to be hip. And Tiger, there's no reason you and I can't be friendlier in our greetings too. The ass is good, but don't limit yourself there with just a little bit of groping." She was trying to talk in a matter-of-fact tone, but her breath was far too ragged and her face too flushed for her to pull it off.

She smiled, thinking nasty thoughts about the many ways she could be "properly greeted" by Alan. Ever since her morning talk with Suzanne she'd been thinking more about titfucks and assfucks, and now she imagined Alan casually greeting her with either or (preferably) both of those methods.

"Cool!" said Katherine. "Does that mean I can kiss you like that too?"

Susan found herself daydreaming so intently that she didn't even hear the question. She imagined Alan coming home from school. In the dream she was already naked and working in the kitchen. She was bent over the kitchen counter as Alan walked up to her so her ass stuck out at a ninety degree angle. He dropped his shorts and slid his penis into her asshole without comment. In the dream it was something he did many times a day, so there was no need for words. "How was your day, dear?" she asked as he started pistoning into her rear, pounding harder and harder into her asshole, showing no mercy at all.

Oh my, it occurred to her conscious mind as she observed the fantasy unfold, I'd better start lubing my ass up just in case the buttfucking mood strikes him. There's no telling when I might get lucky for the first time. Bend over but don't break, right Suzanne? Heh-heh. Mommy has to bend over, like, a LOT! Heh-heh! That's what good mommies do.

Katherine repeated, "Mom? Can I kiss you like that too?"

Susan broke away from her fantasy and also from Suzanne's luscious body to better focus on her daughter's question. She frowned and managed to answer in a stern voice, "No. You're my daughter so that would be inappropriate."

However, Susan's tough motherly act wasn't fooling anyone. She was far too visibly aroused to play the part, especially given the way her bountiful chest was heaving. She ran her hands over her ass, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, fondling them through her skirt. She was still mostly lost in the thought of getting it up the ass. She clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to imagine what a buttfuck would feel like.

"Awww, shucks," Katherine moped, thinking of the strange and uneven standards. Her mother's reluctance irked her, given that she'd been fingering her mother's pussy to orgasm a few hours before (though admittedly that at least was technically an accident that Susan didn't approve of).

But then a new thought struck her and she asked, "But that means I can kiss Suzanne hello like that, can't I?"

Susan hadn't really considered that. She couldn't see any objection, so she reluctantly said, "I suppose..." She was still so intent on flexing her ass cheeks that she was only paying half-attention to Katherine's questions. "Though really, it is a bit improper..."

Katherine bounded up to Suzanne and the sexy neighbor took her in her arms. They kissed even longer than Susan and Suzanne just did, acting as if it was a completely natural thing to do.

Susan watched with a mixture of alarm and desire. She didn't realize the kiss was so passionate and natural because Katherine had been getting lots of kissing practice with Suzanne lately.

When Suzanne opened her arms wide to embrace Katherine, she deliberately let her dress fall further down off of her rack until her whole stomach was exposed.

Katherine took full advantage of that fact even more than Susan did with the previous kiss. She subtly pushed Suzanne's dress down until the only thing still holding it up were Suzanne's wide hips.

Katherine was wearing a dress held up by thin straps, but Suzanne made sure to push the straps over the shoulders so the two of them could mash their exposed tits against each other. They went at it as if they were struggling for sheer survival, grinding and mashing their flesh together from head to toe.

Eventually they broke away. They stood there next to each other, smiling like naughty school children.

Alan marveled at their casual nakedness and the fact that Susan hardly seemed to mind about anything, even though Susan was still fully dressed. He guessed correctly that her cousin from Chicago was long forgotten now.

Clearly this kiss was way more than just a "hip" greeting, but there were no cries of "So improper!" from Susan for once. She was a bit preoccupied. She still stood with her hands on her own ass, and was still flexing her ass cheeks open and closed, using her butt muscles to help. She was fantasizing that Alan had been so turned on by the kiss that he was now standing behind her, and about to slip his hardness up her back door at any second.

Meanwhile, Alan remained sitting alone on the sofa. He looked down at his groin and said to the group, "You know, between those two kisses, I think it's finally stirring." That was an understatement. His penis had been rock hard since Suzanne stood over him and showed him her pussy, and it grew as hard as steel once Suzanne did her striptease and then stayed that way. The fact was, he simply couldn't contain it in his shorts anymore. He pulled it out with the hopes that some woman would soon "take care" of it.

"All right!" said Susan. "That's what I like to see! If you two gals don't mind, since it's a Tuesday, Tiger, let's go to your room! Mommy has to help you unload some of that nasty sperm right into her mouth!"

The TV show they all had planned to watch was long forgotten. Suzanne picked up a cookie from the tray on the coffee table, just to be polite, and nibbled at it while she watched Susan with veiled amusement. She's so easily arousable and predictable. I think she's as highly sexual as I am, amazingly enough. This is too much fun!

Alan felt extremely relaxed and on top of the situation now that Susan was increasingly excited. He nodded at his mother's invitation. He casually waved a hand at Katherine and Suzanne, and then pointed at Susan's chest. He wanted her to be topless just like them. "Mom. Your top."

She looked over at the other two, and merely said, "Oh. Right." She pulled her blouse over her head without any complaint. She seemed abashed yet obedient about baring herself, which unwittingly made it that much more arousing to watch.

Alan decided to push his luck. He looked down at Susan's skirt and frowned while saying "MooooOOOOoooom" with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Oops! Sorry." Susan immediately shucked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. But she was so embarrassed that she covered her bush with her hands.

Alan really liked that. He especially liked the fact that she actually apologized for not being completely naked when he wanted her that way.

Suzanne and Katherine seemed impressed, too. They stared blatantly at Susan's flawless nude body until she started to blush. She started to feel increasingly self-conscious that she was the only one buck naked in the room. She found it strangely humiliating and arousing that, in contrast, Alan was the only one fully dressed except for his erection poking through the fly of his shorts.

But Suzanne didn't want to ruin Susan's sexy mood, so she said, "Susan, I'm so proud of you. Look how far you go to help Alan in his time of need. You are such a wonderful mother."

Susan felt a bit mollified, and stood up straighter. "Well, I'm just doing what I can," she replied modestly. Turning to Katherine, she added, "Sometimes a referee is good, but other times I need privacy. I'll behave myself. Cross my heart and hope to die. I was in a strange mood earlier, but I'm better now."

"Okay," said Katherine grudgingly, "but leave the door unlocked just in case. I just may have to come in and check on you."

Mother and son got up to go. Susan was incredibly turned on that her daughter was acting like her mother, though she couldn't quite figure out why that got her going.

Alan stuffed another cookie in his mouth as he went. He was getting revved up too and needed action.

Suzanne was a bit puzzled by the turn in the conversation about refereeing but figured she could ask Katherine about it soon enough. But before the others could leave the room, the red-headed vixen said to Alan, "Wait a second, Sweetie. Katherine and Susan just greeted me, but where's my greeting from you? Susan was telling me that you now have special signals to get their attention. You grab Susan's butt and rub Katherine's bare pussy. But what's my special signal?" She walked towards him, with her dress still barely clinging to her hips, and no clothing anywhere above that.

Alan let go of his mother's hand and closed the distance to Suzanne. His decision about what the "special signal" should be wasn't hard to make. He fondled her boobs and pinched her seemingly always hard nipples. "How's this for a signal?" he said.

"Excellent!" cried Suzanne in ecstasy as his fingers on her nipples sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy and her brain. "Just what I thought you'd pick." She would have preferred if the signal involved her pussy somehow, but that body part had already been "taken" by Katherine.

Alan mauled her so enthusiastically that she fell backwards onto a sofa and bumped her head. She was momentarily taken aback, but he was hardly fazed and kept kneading her boobs with his hands. His shorts were still unzipped and his turgid penis fell in between her legs.

"Hey, you crazy lug, trying to get me killed?" she said playfully even as she rubbed her sore head. "Lying on top of me like that, it's like you're planning on fucking me or something. Especially since your dick is hanging out and rubbing against my thigh."

"That's not a bad idea..." he winked. "Thigh" was inaccurate - it was actually now resting right on top of her furry bush. His hips seemed to act of their own volition and were thrusting in an in and out fucking motion, though the only result was that his firm erection dick brushed back and forth over Suzanne's clit in a most delightful manner.

"Alan!" Susan said in a menacing tone from across the room. "Don't even think about it! And anyway, I have dibs on that load building up in your balls."

But he kept on sliding his dick right over Suzanne's pussy lips. Both of them were too aroused to stop.

Susan added in a more pleading voice, "Don't you want to fuck mommy's face or her big tits? Mommy's titties are waiting for you." She was frustrated because Suzanne's tits were just as big and Alan already held them in both hands. She stood closer, cupped her tits from below, and thrust her chest out, all but offering her rack on a platter. But Alan didn't even look her way.

She wondered, What can I offer that stupid Suzanne isn't already giving him? Grrr! Calling Suzanne "stupid" was as close as she came to cursing. Belatedly realizing that she was in the buff, she began bouncing about as if in great anticipation. She knew her son would have a hard time tearing his eyes away from all her jiggling.

And finally all that movement caught Alan's eye. He was beside himself with pure joy. Just look at Mom - it's like she's playing jump rope, but there's no rope! Mom and Aunt Suzy are battling it out for my attention and Sis is sitting by, eager for any scraps I might throw her way. All three are topless and panting, longing to fondle my dick. Does it get any better than this?!

Suzanne knew that, strategically, it was important for her to concede to Susan and let Alan go now. If she didn't, Susan's jealousy would start to rage, especially since it was a Tuesday. Unfortunately, with Alan's shaft continuing to slide all over her clit, she found it very difficult to stop the action.

In fact, her body was completely helpless to resist anything Alan might do now, but she still had some conscious control over her mouth and said with a sigh, "Go to your mother, Sweetie. You'll just have to find where to put that thing on me some other time."

Luckily for the group dynamic, Alan wasn't well versed in reading a woman's non-verbal cues. Though Suzanne's body was all but screaming, "Fuck me now!" he heeded her words and somehow pulled himself away.

He stood, stepping out of his shorts in the process. He felt a bit dazed and tried to recover his equilibrium. Sex was so thick in the air that he found it hard to breathe.

Suzanne's body, though, would not accept to lose to Susan that easily. She realized she still hadn't been kissed by him, and used that as an excuse to keep going with Alan. She slowly raised herself off the floor. "That was some signal you picked there, cutie. I love it!"

She turned to Susan, standing with arms crossed under her exposed rack in a huffy pose. "What about my kiss, Susan? Doesn't my Sweetie still get to kiss me?"

Susan had stopped jumping and was trying to regain some lost dignity. "Oh, all right. But please make it quick. My mouth is watering for some tasty cock." She attempted to look stern and motherly, but the fact that she was naked with a blatantly dripping pussy didn't help matters for her.

Alan French kissed Suzanne for several minutes while Susan and Katherine stood and watched. He continued his vigorous exploration of her tits the whole time.

Both of the watching women found themselves playing with their breasts, unconsciously mimicking the way Alan was kneading Suzanne's heavy pale orbs.

Alan's erection eventually found its way underneath Suzanne's dress once more.

His hot penis seemed to burn into her leg as they continued to kiss and grope each other. Because Suzanne was wearing high heels, she stood a few inches above him, so his penis pressed against her thigh instead of on top of her pussy.

She fantasized that it actually burned and left a brand right on her upper thigh. She found it strangely arousing to imagine being branded with the outline of Alan's dick on her white skin right next to her pussy lips. But then she snapped out of it. What the hell is that thought all about? I'm beginning to sound like Katherine with her "Master" fixation. No thanks!

But then she began to think, His cock is at just the right height. Just a little bit of adjustment and it'll be sliding up my burning slit. And beneath this dress, Susan won't even realize! Heh!

Suzanne was so far gone with lust that she was ready to test that out. but just as she reached down to fit Alan's hardness into her slot, Susan walked up and pointedly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Suzanne! You said I could play with it for a while. Can't I? I let you kiss him and everything. If I can't suck his seed dry, then, then... Well, I don't know what!"

Suzanne thought, Drat! Foiled again! She could see that Susan was so desperate that she had no choice but to push Alan away. She quickly backed off and waved Alan away because she knew she couldn't resist any further if Alan touched her again. "Go on, run along to the twin milky towers over there before she gets mad at me."

Suzanne sighed as she felt the pulsing penis withdraw from her sweaty skin. She pondered her own strange thoughts about wanting to be tattooed or even branded. Damn. This kid is really getting under my skin. When am I ever going to get seriously plowed by that magnificent piece of meat? I don't think I've ever been in lust so badly. Maybe it's because I'm so deeply in love with him at the same time. How I can love someone half my age like this is beyond me, but that's how it is. She sighed again.

She consoled herself that at least she'd have Katherine to play with once Susan was out of sight.

CHAPTER 9

Alan was reluctant to withdraw his hands from Suzanne's bouncy melons, but he knew that Susan's jugs were just as perfectly formed and huge, yet even more sensitive. He loved to hear his mother's loud moans just about any time he touched her nipples.

So he headed to his room. He thought, Fuck! This is so fucking excellent! From Suzanne to Susan! Life doesn't get any better than this. What if they had a cat fight over who could suck me off? Now, THAT would be cool!

Susan sprinted up the stairs before him. She clutched her arms to keep her bouncing boobs under some semblance of control as she ran.

By the time he climbed the stairs and entered his room, he found his mother impatiently waiting on his bed. Since she wasn't wearing any clothes in the first place, she had no trouble striking a sexy pose in the minute she had before her son arrived.

He saw a wet towel next to her and realized that she'd wiped her pussy dry too. But he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

Alan silently gasped at the overwhelmingly erotic beauty of his mother's body. But he quickly recovered and tried to strike a light and joking mood. "I was just feeling up Suzanne's boobs," he said as he walked to her with arms outstretched, like Frankenstein. "Can I feel yours, to see the difference?"

"Nice try, but you know that's not allowed," she said as she turned to admire her muscular and handsome son. "We have to stop all these rule violations and act like a normal family. Now come over here and let me suck your cock already."

That greatly surprised him, that suddenly he couldn't touch her boobs anymore. The way she was carrying on downstairs, he figured he could play with her body in any way he pleased. He asked, "Well, can I fuck your tits any time I like? You said I could."

"That's different. Certainly. Because I'm here to help you cum."

He rolled his eyes at her strange and ever-changing boundaries, but he didn't complain. What he didn't know was that she worried that she got too aroused too easily when he played with her breasts and she feared losing control completely and waking up will a well-fucked, cum-filled pussy.

He pulled his t-shirt off and threw it aside. Then he walked steadily forward - her mouth was at just the right level, so he kept walking until his penis found itself in her mouth. The sight of her red lips eagerly awaiting his shaft was so sexy that he found himself squeezing his PC muscle to stop from cumming even before the cocksucking began.

Susan quickly got down to her favorite task in the whole world. As she sucked and licked, she alternated between making little "hmmm" and "mmmm" noises of contentedness and louder grunts of intense arousal. One part of letting herself go was that she was freer about making noises.

Susan was unwilling to let him play with her rack because she realized she had to set some boundaries or things would quickly spiral out of control. But she felt so good slurping away on her son's turgid pole that she couldn't deny his request for long. In fact, her breasts practically ordered her brain to allow her son to have complete control over them.

After a couple more minutes, she stopped and said, "If you're a good, cum-filled boy and fill your mommy's mouth with a big load, then maybe, just maybe, she'll let you play with her Marilyn Monroe-sized globes. But only afterwards."

She giggled again with glee in recalling his earlier Marilyn Monroe comment. "Do you promise to fill my mouth all the way to the brim with your thick sperm?"

"Of course, Mom. Don't I always?"

She chuckled. "That you do." They both knew that he didn't literally fill her mouth completely, but it sure seemed like it to Susan when she was trying to swallow it all. "Now, since you're such a good and complimentary son, you can play with my tits as I suck you. But only if you say you like my chest better than hers."

His hands flew to her chest and pushed her tits around in circles. "Who? Marilyn Monroe's? I think yours are much bigger and better."

She punched him playfully. "You know who I mean. Ms. Jessica Rabbit. Suzanne."

Alan recoiled in dismay. He thought, If there's one thing that could fuck my amazing world up completely, it's rampant jealousy. No way can I answer that question, period!

"Mom, you know I don't like making comparisons like that. That's why I'm going to say stop making so many conditions. You're going to do what I say and suck me off already. Not only that, but you're going to let me play with your tits right now because they crave the attention."

She thought, He's right. Who am I to place limitations on such a virile man? He needs a lot of hot stacked babes to help with his condition. He can't have them arguing with each other or telling him what he can or can't do or there will never be any peace. My role is to just lie back and let him have his way with my curvy body, minus that one thing that God says mommies and sons should never do. And the fact is, I absolutely love it when he takes charge like that! My son is such a strong man!

She saluted him deferentially while giggling. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir! Sex Cow Susan reporting for duty!" Her face dove into his crotch and gobbled on his dick with renewed vigor. Meanwhile she pulled his hands to her tits and helped him grope her boobs around in big circles with her own hands, even pulling on her own nipples like teats on a cow.

But that wasn't enough for Alan. He was upset at her attempt to get him to rank her above Suzanne and also was surging with a sense of power from her quickly caving to his demands. He could feel his "Bad Alan" side taking charge. He said, "Not good enough. Mom, give me your tits. All of them. Right now!"

Susan was confused as to his meaning, but she quickly came up with an idea. She sat up and spit into her cleavage. Then she positioned his dick between her massive mammaries and began a spirited titfuck.

Her jaw was still tired from so much cocksucking earlier, but she didn't use the titfuck as an opportunity to rest. Instead, she craned her neck forward and managed to continue cocksucking even as she slid his prick through her wonderfully slippery cleavage. She was determined to give him the best combined titfuck and cocksucking he'd ever had.

She thought, He's right. How dare I deny him anything?! My tits are here to SERVE! To serve HIM, my incredible son! How DARE I put myself above Suzanne?! Whichever big-titted cocksucker he asks for at any time, that's the one he gets! YES! That is sooooo right! She was so overjoyed by this epiphany that she wanted to scream out loud.

However, her mouth was still sucking on cock. She knew her jaw could only take so much, so she had to get him off quickly before she was forced to stop from sheer exhaustion and soreness.

His penis stayed in place while she used her hands to push her boobs up and down his shaft. That allowed her mouth to stay in one place so she could use every one of her growing number of tricks and favorite oral techniques. She rarely looked him in the eye because she was usually focusing on his erection with all of her concentration. But this time, she looked up at him with a combination of wanton lust and motherly love.

As her tongue lolled around and around the spot just below his penis head, she moaned between licks, "My son. ... My love. ... My man. .... My body belongs to you, son. ... No man, no man can... can touch it. ... Only you. ... Touch my tits, any time... All of me... Anywhere... Belong to you. ... Serve you. ... Slave for you... Forever!"

That pushed him over the edge. He suddenly remembered the phone call between Susan and Brenda and the way Susan talked in loving and passionate terms about how her son would "forcibly fuck my face." As he felt his balls tighten, he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his dick deep in her mouth. He kept hold of her like that, with her barely able to breathe, as he unloaded his balls directly onto her tonsils.

Susan had trouble with her gag reflex and couldn't deep throat him, but she tried to make up for this with everything else she could do. She sucked so hard that Alan felt less like he was shooting into her mouth and more like there was a high powered vacuum cleaner pulling every last spermatozoa out of him. At the same time, she continued to slide her soft globes all over the lower part of his shaft.

It seemed that every square inch of Alan's penis was receiving as much loving attention as humanly possible. He felt so good that the room started to spin and he had to fight not to completely faint away.

Susan was on the brink of climax too. She merely touched her clit and she came along with him. In fact, she kept cumming in a wonderful multiple orgasm after he had shot his load. By the time she was done there were wet spots all over Alan's sheets.

Alan rested for a bit. He took stock of his surroundings and was surprised to discover that he was sweating like a pig. But still, sheer euphoria lifted him up and left him wanting more. His penis was done for a while, and his whole body felt like it had gone to Hell and back, but he found he could still move his hands.

So he began playing with his mother's boobs which were still pushed into his groin. "Dang, you're so good to me, Mom. So amazingly good. Great, in fact. That was really incredibly great, wasn't it?"

"You said it, Son! You really showed me who's boss, didn't you? I foolishly tried to deny you my tits and you just took control! I'm so sorry for forgetting my place. Please forgive me, won't you?" As if trying to make up for her misdeeds, she launched into a very careful tongue cleaning of his flaccid penis.

It was so sensitive at the moment that her loving attentions almost hurt. But he grimaced and bared it because he couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop. Plus, his "Bad Alan" side hadn't entirely gone away after the climax and it loved this kind of thing.

Her request for forgiveness struck him as so odd that he decided to ignore it. Instead, he asked, "Mom, why did you call yourself a sex cow? That's a weird thing to say. It's not like you're fat at all. I hope that's not it. You're actually pretty dang muscular with all the daily work outs you and Suzanne do, even though parts of both of you look soft as marshmallows from the outside."

She arched her back in enjoyment at what his hands were doing. "Oh really?" she asked gleefully. "Which parts in particular?" She thrust her chest forward even more, in case he wasn't getting her not-so-subtle hints.

"These parts, Mom." He cupped the undersides of her boobs and pushed them up.

That earned a great groan of pleasure. Then she said, "Son, I want you to touch them anytime you like! And if I say otherwise, don't listen!"

"Okay." He tentatively gave them a hard squeeze.

"Good! Like that, keep doing it like that!"

He was still interested in answer to his earlier question and he had to jog her memory. "So, what's this about the sex cow thing? Do you worry about being fat?"

"No. It's not that. It's just that I picture I'm a cow that really has to be milked. The cow's in pain and its udder is dripping milk. I'm like that, and I need to be milked daily, but it's my pussy dripping cum instead of an udder dripping milk. And instead of getting milked, I'm the one who needs to milk you. I just have to milk your cock and empty it of it's creamy cum every day, or I simply don't know what."

She paused to think, then continued, "Like something bad will happen. I hate to even think about it. Maybe you'll get the most horrible case of blue balls as your balls and cock swell to bursting with too much sperm. I can't stand to see my little Tiger suffer!"

"Oh." Alan thought about that while one of his hands lightly brushed up against the tiny and nearly invisible hairs on her stomach. Another hand yanked on one of her tits some more. She panted and her chest throbbed and heaved, but that seemed to be how her chest was almost all the time lately - unclothed, panting, and heaving.

It still never failed to arouse him though. He wondered if he should let her know that blue balls really weren't all that bad, but decided against it. He'd also assumed that she knew that when penises got hard they filled up with blood, not cum, but just in case she didn't he saw no need to correct that, either.

"You know," he said while both hands played with her great orbs, "I would have never thought you were so horny. Never in a million years. When we went to movies as a family, you used to close your eyes at all the sex scenes and make Sis and I close ours. You used to change the TV channel if even a particularly racy beer commercial would come on. Now, Suzanne I could figure - she's so naturally sultry that it seems criminal she's a housewife and not a famous porn star or something. She has a natural nympho vibe. Even her scratchy voice is just so... fuckable. But you're different. So innocent and yet so sexy, too."

His penis rested against her thighs, and he began working his hips so it dragged up and down her skin. It felt like a hot coal burning into her leg, just inches from her pussy. It was only half-hard, but she loved it just the same.

She managed to answer between excited pants, "I know what you mean. I keep wondering if this is all just a grand dream, and when will I wake up? But it's true. Your mother is a sex cow. She'll die without a daily injection of your tasty cock cream. Your cow needs your fuck stick in her mouth so bad!"

"Mom, since you're so keen on being called a sex cow, maybe I'm the one that should be milking you. Why are your tits so big? Is it because they're sloshing around with milk on the inside? I think they are. Maybe I should drain them of their milk with my lips every day." He concluded this by planting his mouth on one of her nipples and sucking vigorously.

She squirmed beneath him. "No, Tiger! No! Don't say that. No!"

He immediately pulled away. There was nothing that hurt him more than hearing his mother cry "no."

She pushed his face back into the tit. "That was one of those no's that mean 'yes, yes, yes!', you silly boy. I love it! Keep doing that." She felt for his penis, but it was still only half-hard at best. She kept holding it with one hand so she'd be ready as soon as it revived.

He followed her command and soon had her panting even more heavily. He listened intently to her words as he sucked on an erect nipple.

"I said no because it's such a fantasy of mine, Son. It's too exciting for me. Don't feed my fantasy, well, not too much!" She laughed. "Maybe that's the real reason why I want to be called a sex cow, because I want you to suck my tits. I want to be milked every day, just like a cow!"

She stared at him with complete seriousness. "I want to lactate for you, Tiger. But it can't be. It's too impractical. You'd have to suck me dry every few hours, twenty four hours a day. Forever. But that's a fantasy of mine, to have my baby son sucking at my breast. And that's why I've been keeping my tits from your touch far too much until recently, because it arouses me so terribly much when you touch them. I have an awful secret. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I just can't say no to such a potent, cum-filled boy. The fact is, whenever you play with my breasts, I just about lose all control. I almost love it more than cocksucking!"

Alan chuckled. He pulled away from her nipple just long enough to say, "I kind of figured that out already. It's so obvious from the way you moan. I think 'M' is my favorite letter now after hearing your 'mmmm' sounds so often."

As if proving his point, her moans were getting louder and louder the more he suckled at her teat. "I just hope you don't take advantage of my weakness to do the one thing sons should never do to their mommies. I couldn't forgive you if you did that. But oh! The other stuff is so good! Do you have any idea how many times I've cum today? Every day! I cum so often it must be completely off the charts. My pussy positively hurts, but it hurts in a good way, like, like, a good tired after a long run. When you suck on my tits like this I'm so crazy with desire I can barely breathe! I hyperventilate! My nipples - on fire! Oh! God! No! So good! Yes!"

He kept sucking, one nipple and then the other and then back again, until she reached yet another powerful climax. She came entirely from the breast play.

Afterwards, as they rested, she ribbed him, "Speaking of milk, you and I have to drink lots of it. Every single day. We're losing so much fluid through our privates that it's not even funny. You need to drink even more than I do, since I get so much liquid from drinking your cum. I heard that sperm is actually good for you. It's full of protein, for one thing. I sure hope that's true since I drink so much of it."

She placed his hands on her tits again. "My nipples, my tits - they're yours. Yours to own. Don't even let me joke about denying them to you anymore, because it's not my place to deny them to you ever again. It'll mean that I'll be that much more perpetually horny and crazy for cock if you get me excited playing with my tits, but so be it. Please, you'll have to spank me if I ever push your hands away. Promise me you'll spank me good and then have your way with me - minus that one thing."

"I promise," Alan said as he chuckled.

"I'm sorry to deny you my pussy, I mean, my cunt, but take my offering of my tits instead. I would ask you to titfuck me some more right now, but I think I would pass out if you did. Let's do that later. All I ask is that you go easy on me with the fondling and suckling, because I can't take too many orgasms like that."

He laughed. "Okay Mom. I'll only pinch them now then." He pinched both nipples at once.

She cried, "No! Don't! Too sensitive!" But she thrust her chest closer to him in delight. For once, even Alan could realize that a no was a yes.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, NightShadow, Dark King, Gnome, and WD40.