Bad to the Bone: Part 4

Chapter 10

"Finally! We're alone!" Susan immediately launched herself at Alan, smothering him with kisses. Her hands went straight to his erection and she jacked him off like her life depended on it.

Shivers ran through her entire body, because as she stroked his hard-on, she thought, This is the cock! This is the cock that's going to fuck my ASS! Dear Lord, it's too big! I can barely get my fingers all the way around it! And yet, I'm sure that it's just a matter of time before it'll be pounding deep inside my naughty back hole and I'll have to take it ALL deep inside my ass! Tiger's going to be fucking me! I could say it's a sin, it's ****, it's wrong, but it doesn't matter. He's relentless, and I'm helpless! And at least it won't be vaginal sex, which really would be wrong.

She was already French kissing him, but those thoughts were such a powerful aphrodisiac that she actually bent his body backward in her ardor.

He was glad that he'd gotten good at breathing through his nose while kissing, because she wasn't giving him a single moment to catch his breath. On top of that, her fingers were doing astounding things to his boner by relentlessly focusing on his sweet spot.

When she finally slowed her initial ****, she threw her head back and yelped, "Yes!" Then, in a begging tone, she said, "Tiger, please. Touch it!"

There was no doubt about what she meant. Alan placed his hand on her unhooded clit and pulled at it. He was going to stick a finger in her pussy, but there wasn't even time. She just needed to cum, and she did so at once.

"OH!" she cried, and fell to the floor in an overwhelming orgasm - although it wasn't as big as the one she'd had in the bathroom a while earlier.

Alan looked down at her beautiful naked body with amusement. He thought, Mom is so horny it's amazing. I love it! She even let me touch her pussy. Awesome! She's so easy to please. Aunt Suzy seems to be getting more and more insistent and horny herself, but her horniness is still a close second to Mom's overwhelming urges. She must have had that pent up for so many years, it's like she's in danger of dying of horniness before she even sees the psychologist.

He helped his mother to the edge of his bed. The two of them sat there together while she recovered her breath. She reached out and lovingly held hands with her son. She was content to ignore his newly stiff dick for the moment, because she knew she'd be having lots of fun with it soon enough. Finally, she said, "That was so good. Thanks so much; I really needed that."

"I hardly did anything," he pointed out. "You'd gotten yourself all excited."

"I know. You don't know how frustrating it is to hear Suzanne yell 'Fuck me!' at the top of her lungs. It was all I could do not to break down the door, drag her off the bed, and throw myself underneath you. I'm trying to be good, trying to restrain myself, but sometimes it's so tough."

She gazed off into space contemplatively. She thought mostly about the fact that Alan had just fucked Suzanne up the butt. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, from excited anticipation that she would be next, to fear of how painful it might be, to jealousy that she wasn't his first for that hole.

Somewhere within the din of competing feelings, an assurance welled within her. My son is going to fuck me up the butt. Sooner or later. Clearly, he enjoyed it; the whole house could hear that. Which means there's gonna be a lot of assfucking in our future. I guess I'm gonna be Tiger's little buttfuck ****, whether I want to be or not!

That's how he's going to greet me from now on. He'll drop his backpack as he comes through the door after school and yell, "Mommy, I'm home! Are you ready to bend over and take it up your butt?" Of course I'll already be bent over and lubed up, because that's what good mommies do. Good mommies get FUCKED up the ASS every day!

I'll be bent over the kitchen counter while I answer, "Yes, dear. Of course Mommy has her ass cheeks spread wide for you. How was your day?" Or maybe I'll be bent over the sofa in the living room. Or maybe by the front door. I don't think I could wait for him to make it all the way back to the kitchen. Or maybe I could greet him on the front lawn! Imagine him fucking me in the ass on the front lawn! As the postman walks by, I'd say while Tiger's plowing into me and shoving my face deeper into the fresh green grass, "Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson. Did you know my son owns my ASS?"

Susan's breathing grew ragged as she slipped deeper and deeper into her private fantasy about anal sex with her son.

But then it occurred to her that she had Alan right beside her to play with, and that was much better than any fantasy. She looked back into his eyes, retrieved the last scraps of their conversation, and said, "I try not to be jealous."

Pausing again, she finally added, "I like it when you're spreading your potent seed all over your high school; it shows what a real man you are. And Brenda tonight was amazing - you TAMED her almost without touching her! Even before you kissed her at the end, she was totally defeated by your sexual prowess! All of us could tell."

Susan's found herself so excited by her own words that she suddenly knelt down next to the bed and buried her face in her son's crotch. His dick had gone flaccid again from exhaustion, since it had been unattended for the past minute or two, but that didn't slow her down at all. Even if it stayed limp, she was happy just to "clean" it.

She started licking his balls. As she did so, she continued to gush, "I'm so, so, so very proud of you! Brenda is becoming enslaved to your manly cock right before our eyes. It's exciting to watch! She's gorgeous and so rich she can have anything she wants, and yet she totally lost it just by being in the same room with you!"

His dick was engorging yet again, this time in record time. "Mom, let's not use words like 'enslaved, ' okay?"

"If you insist," she assented reluctantly. She had to use all of her willpower to go along with that.

He pointed out, "I got the distinct impression that you were feeling jealous of her earlier, to say the least."

"That's true," she admitted as she licked her way up to his already engorged cockhead. "I have mixed feelings about her. On the one hand, it bothers me that she's so busty and sexy. Too busty to be real!" She had a vision of Brenda standing in an ornately decorated bedroom in her vast mansion, pulling a gown down to bare her tremendous rack to Alan's eyes. In her mind, she could hear Brenda say, "Alan, Master, you own me now, so these belong to you. In fact, my entire body is yours! For your pleasure! Ravage me! Take me! Make me yours, forever!"

This vision nearly made Susan's blood boil with jealousy. But at the same time, it aroused her greatly. But then, as had happened so often to Susan of late, her lust overpowered her concerns. She continued, in a husky voice, "But on the other hand, it's totally HOT to see you tame a super busty, super sexy woman like her! I especially like how she hardly knows you, but already can't do without you. That proves that you can tame ANYone, and not just the people who already know and love you. Besides, I really enjoy talking to her on the phone. I just hope she doesn't come here too much and monopolize your time."

"That's not going to happen," he said assuredly.

She started to run a hand over her bare breasts as her arousal returned, while her other hand held his still stiffening dick in place for her licking. "You've become such a stud. Even Suzanne can't control herself around you anymore! I heard her scream, 'Take me like you own me!' and then you obviously DID! I went wild just listening through the door. And then the way she walked out of here pretending otherwise-"

He interrupted, "Remember Conehead at Thanksgiving?"

Susan smiled fondly as she recalled their old pet cat, so she started to lap at his sweet spot as if she were a cat. She asked, "You mean how she knocked half the stuff on the table to the floor while she was trying to grab a turkey leg when we weren't looking. And then acted so innocent when she was caught in the act?"

He nodded.

"So tell me about it."

He said, "Well, afterwards, just before you knocked, Aunt Suzy was rubbing herself all over me and mewling like Conehead after overdosing on catnip."

Her fingers began to slide faster and faster up and down his shaft as it finally engorged completely. "Oh, Tiger, that shows that you fully tamed her too! Wow! That gets me so HOT! None of us big-titted babes can resist you!"

She briefly brought a hand to one of her hefty globes as she thought about big tits in general. "Two in one night even, first Brenda and then Suzanne, both rich, totally STACKED, twice your age and, and ... I wonder, did Suzanne say anything about Brenda?"

"Yep. She was really turned on by Brenda's reaction to me."

"I am too! Knowing that she wants you so desperately makes me really proud and horny!"

He just chuckled at that, thinking, Is life great, or what?

Then, with a smile and renewed energy, she looked down at the white T-shirt that was leaving her big tits exposed. She raised herself some from her kneeling position, pulled her arms back, puffed out her chest a bit, and said, "Look. I wore your favorite shirt."

Of course Alan had noted that as soon as he'd seen her. Those big breasts, wobbling freely as seen through the shirt's heart-shaped hole, always grabbed and held his attention. But she hadn't worn it in a few days, and he felt like he was discovering it all over again. He reached down and patted her head and stroked her hair. "Thanks, Mom. You're so good to me." Then he squeezed her melons from below, using both hands to feel their size and weight.

That made Susan smile from ear to ear, and she kept on smiling widely even when he moved his hands away. She continued as she went back to jacking him off, "I have to confess, I was listening to you and Suzanne in here pretty much the whole time."

That was no surprise to him, but he was touched by her honesty. Still, he tried to act surprised. "Really?"

She resumed her cock licking as she explained, "It's true. The only exception was when Suzanne opened the door and almost caught me. I stayed away for a while after that, because I figured she was on to me. But my curiosity eventually got the best of me even so."

She grinned impishly as she admitted, with great understatement, "I even kind of got all tingly. Then I rushed back to my room and quickly put this shirt on. I so much want you to love me." As she said this, she again arched her back, causing her ample chest to arch out toward him, as if begging for his attention. She did this as if his love for her depended directly on her tit size.

Alan stroked her cheek as he imagined a suave charmer might do. It was about the only part of her that he could easily reach, since she was still on her knees lapping on his now fully erect cock. "Mom, what are you talking about? Why would you even think for a SECOND that I don't already love you as much as humanly possible?"

"Well, I know you love me as a mother, but I want you to love me in a very unmotherly way too."

Alan's already erect dick twitched in excitement at that prospect. He asked himself, Is this headed where I THINK it's headed? I sure hope so!

When she saw that twitch, she grew even more serious about licking and stroking his thickness. She would have started sucking it except that she needed to keep talking. "I know you do, and I know you love what my mouth can do..." She emphasized that by slurping all around his crown and then his sweet spot. "But I want you to desire me even more. Son, I'm sorry, but I was having the most naughty thoughts while waiting out there for my goodnight kiss. Mmmm!"

She paused to lick her way down and around his balls and then back up to the tip. "I don't know what came over me, but you know how you and Angel like to give each other all kinds of sexy 'Big Brother' and 'Little Sister' names?"

"Yeah?" He loved how his entire body was buzzing with arousal, thanks to her oral attentions.

"I started thinking up some names of my own for Little Alan here." She increased the passion of her licking and stroking, and focused more attention on fondling his balls too. "I came up with a few good ones, but then I came up with 'cattle prod.' And that just about did it for me. Tiger! Imagine! I'm your sex cow. And you have such a big, thick, lovely cattle prod. MMMM!"

She pinned his boner against her cheek and rubbed it against her skin, moving it all over her face while her fingers continued to stroke it.

Her breathing grew heavier. "I was thinking: you know how a cowboy delivers an electric cattle prod shock to a cow to keep it in line? You can do that to me! Take your cock and poke me with it! Show me who's boss! Tame your wild, sex-hungry mommy with your big cock! Your great big cattle prod!"

Chapter 11

Susan abruptly let go of his erection and stood up. "We forgot something. I fully intend to suck you off until you splatter a big creamy load all over me, or straight down my throat. God knows I need it! And I love it on me or in me equally. But before I do that, you have to 'get my attention!' And you know how to do that!"

She pulled her T-shirt over her head, tossed it away, and then bent over to touch her toes, leaving her breasts swinging wildly in response. "Tiger! My ass! Please! Can you control it with your cock?"

Still bent over, she hobbled forward until she got within a short distance of his computer table. She reached forward and grabbed the table with her outstretched hands, keeping her butt at a ninety-degree angle, pointed directly at her son.

Alan eagerly rushed over to her. He was going to ask, "What do you mean by 'control it?'" but then Suzanne's advice on assertiveness came to mind. I shouldn't always be waiting for direction or permission. I should just do what I want, and let the chips fall where they may.

So he put both of his hands on Susan's ass and scooted forward until his erection touched her right butt cheek.

Her whole body twitched in response, as if hit with an electric shock. Dear God! Please don't fuck me! Don't fuck me! That would be a grave sin, and besides, I'm not ready for it. But I can't stop thinking about anal sex. Please, do something to my ass!

He realized that the way she responded to the touch of his boner might actually be similar to a cow's response to an electric cattle prod. That idea really turned him on. He poked her again, and again her whole body twitched. He realized that her response wasn't just an act; she was actually that excited.

Poking her in the ass again, he complained, "Hey, you lazy heifer, when I poke you on the right, what does that mean?" He was surprised to hear himself refer to her as a cow, but it was too exciting to pass up. He decided this wasn't really much different than the other role-plays he loved so much.

Susan got the message. She took a step to the left while dutifully keeping her hands stretched forward, gripping the table. YES! This is what I'm talking about! He's treating me like his sex cow. What a GOOD son!

He took a step to the side so he'd be right behind her again, then poked her on the other ass cheek with his throbbing cock.

This time she cried out in delight. Then, shuddering with lust, she stepped to the right.

"There. You're getting the idea," he said encouragingly. He poked her again on the right, which caused her to step to the left. "Not bad for such an obviously mute cow," he added, hoping to inspire her to say something sexy.

"Oh, sorry," was all she said at first. Then she started to moo in a reasonably good imitation of a cow. "Moo! Moooo! Mooooooooo!" The only problem was that she was both giggling and panting at the same time even as she tried to moo.

He poked her a few more times. It was great fun. The only problem with the game was that her pussy was temptingly visible between her ass cheeks. It would have been very easy to simply "poke" her there until he was balls deep inside her. He was even finding her asshole tempting now, after what he'd done with Suzanne. But he'd made a promise not to fuck her, and he didn't want to be the one to break his promises to her. He was determined to wait until she was morally and religiously okay with it, which at her current rate of change didn't seem to be too far away. Still, the temptation to fuck her was driving him crazy. He contemplated sticking his cock between her thighs for a dry hump, which she might permit.

To test the idea, he brought his hand between her legs and touched her pussy from below.

That concerned her greatly, because she was still worried he'd go too far and fuck her, either in her pussy or in her ass. Even so, she wasn't done playing around - not by a long shot.

So she spun around and sat down on the floor, thus protecting both her nether holes. Her boobs were now at about the same height as his cock. "That's great, Tiger, but since I'm a cow, the place you really have to pay attention to is my udders." She blushed and corrected, "Um, I mean, my teats."

She contemplated that, and changed her mind again. "Ah, what the heck. Why can't I call them my udders? Tiger, control your sex cow with your hot cattle prod! Slap it into mommy's udders! Slap her milky jugs around with your hard fuck stick!"

He took her literally. He placed his erection to the right side of her tits and used a hand to hold it and help swing it into the tit, just like a baseball batter swinging at a ball. His cock was so small compared to her formidable tits that the swing didn't make that much of an impact, but it still caused a delightful jiggling reaction, like sharply setting down a bowl of Jell-O.

It also triggered a very delightful vocal response from Susan, who shrieked quite loudly, much like Brenda had earlier in the evening. She cried out, "More! More! Tame Mommy's big busty tits with your potent prod! Shock your naughty Mommy with your electric cum stick!"

He laughed. Geez! Mom is REALLY getting into this! Well, I'll be happy to give her more! He caused his cock to go "thwack" against her tits from the right side, the left side, the top and the bottom. Sometimes he used his hands to guide it, which gave the strokes more ****.

She had one of her hands in her crotch, masturbating wildly as he did this. She was using her other hand in a supposed attempt to fend off his cock, but for some inexplicable reason her hand was always in the wrong place to block his attack. It was obvious that she wanted him to keep doing it; she even screamed with delight each time his boner bounced against her bodacious boobs.

Inwardly she kept telling herself, I'm a COW! Tiger knows it and he likes it! He's taking full control of his mommy! This cow is gonna live on son-cum. It'll make her udders grow bigger and bigger so he can almost fuck them like a second cunt! Soon, he's gonna fuck me in my ASS too! Good mommies live to be fucked in almost every hole by their sons!

He could have gone on slapping her tits like that for a long time, but he felt the cum welling up from his balls. He paused, not wanting to lose this load too soon. Suddenly feeling surprisingly exhausted, he disengaged completely and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She quickly diddled herself to another orgasm, then sat down next to him. She was a bit overcome by the experience. She said, "Shucks. Tiger needs a little rest, huh? Well, that's okay. Mommy understands. She understands and obeys because her son is so full of cum. Let's not end this goodnight kiss too soon."

He laughed as he considered the crazy logic of her statement, "She understands and obeys because her son is so full of cum." Then he pointed out to her, "There hasn't been too much kissing in this goodnight kiss yet."

She answered, "Don't worry; there will be. You and I haven't been having proper goodnight kisses these last few days. That's one reason why you have to punish my tits and ass with your cattle prod, because I've failed to properly service you. Though, you know what Angel was saying earlier, about how Amy and her tits are actually yours?"

He had a hard time remembering that, since so many arousing things had been said more recently. "Yeah?"

"That obviously goes double for me. Gaaawwwwd, I just love the idea of you owning my tits!"

He interrupted her, because he saw an opening to solve a problem. "Mom, if I own Amy's tits, Sis's tits, and your tits, then doesn't it stand to reason that I also own Brenda's tits?"

Susan frowned at their mention. "I suppose." Her jealousy and lust battled with each other, and her lust won. With more enthusiasm, she continued, "Maybe not just yet, technically, but it's a given that you WILL own them soon. She's like putty in your hands. A woman like that is helpless in the face of a strong man with a well-hung bull cock." Her eyes shimmered with arousal as she warmed to the idea. "Soon, you'll have a huge living tit collection, owning and fucking all the very best tits in town!"

He was hoping for a response like that. "And you're pretty helpless too, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes! Completely! That's my problem. I keep giving in when mommies have to be tough. Even big-titted mommies have to put their feet down sometimes."

"But you say you've failed me. For instance, you denied me titfucks for too long just because you were afraid of getting too aroused. Well, here's a chance to redeem yourself. I want you to put aside any jealousy towards Brenda and ease her in so I can fuck her soon."

Susan was momentarily struck speechless. On one hand, she loved being ordered around like this, but on the other hand helping Brenda get fucked was the last thing she wanted to do.

He prodded her, rather nonsensically, "Do I own your tits or not?" To help make up her mind, he started fondling and hefting up her boobs.

"You do! You do! Okay, I'll do it. To be honest, I've been doing my best to bring her along already, at Suzanne's direction. But tonight I kind of had a jealousy attack. Obviously I need to do more to help drain your balls of all that wicked sperm."

"And?"

"And ... it's my duty to help you fully tame Brenda, so you can fuck her to your heart's content, unlike you can't fuck me. Oh God, just saying that, it sounds so hot!"

He began pulling on her nipples to further distract her. "That's better. Sex cows don't say no, do they?"

Susan groaned in erotic delight. "Tiger, please! Not the nipples! I can't take any more! This morning, I had so many problems running through my mind. But you know what happened? You touched my tits. That's when Mommy turns into a horny sex cow. Now you know why Mommy has to see a psychologist, because she gets far too easily aroused. I never knew complete pleasure until you fucked my tits this evening, right in front of everybody. I could almost imagine the pints of milk inside them sloshing around. I want you to fuck me right now. Fuck your Mommy's udders!"

Alan had the wind sucked out of him when he heard her say, "I want you to fuck me right now," though he was immediately disappointed by her clarification in the next sentence. He still hadn't paused very long for his dick to fully rest and recover, but he was too turned on by those words to wait anymore.

He threw himself onto his mother. He pushed her down into his bed as he crawled up her until he straddled himself over her chest. With great vigor he shouted, "Mom, I'm going to fuck your chest like it's your cunt! How do you like that?"

She swooned with delight. That was exactly what she was already thinking, that her tits could be like a second cunt. "Oh Tiger! I love it! Fuck Mommy's tit-cunt!" She pressed her tits together to give him an even more cavernous tunnel to plow through.

Her huge globes were wet with sweat and his cock drooled with pre-cum, but he had to pause in his ardor to spit in her cleavage for more lubrication. Then, from the very first stroke, he slammed into her chest with brute ****. He made long but quick strokes.

She grasped her tits ever tighter, creating a tighter and tighter "cunt" for him.

She yelled ecstatically, "That's it! Fuck Mommy! Moo! Moo! Sex cow mommy! Milk me! Fuck my udders! Fuck me! FUCK YOUR MOMMY!"

Unfortunately, the titfuck didn't last long, because hearing her cry "FUCK YOUR MOMMY!" so completely wantonly and desperately caused him to lose all control. He yelled, "I'm losing it!"

She immediately let go of her boobs, grabbed his cock, and stuffed it in her mouth.

His semen flew onto the back of her throat with great **** and covered it thoroughly with a white coating. But to his surprise, she pulled him out halfway through. Using a hand as a guide, she directed his spray all over her face, as if a bucket of white paint was being thrown at it.

Her one frequent dilemma when he climaxed was where to put the cum, because she wanted it everywhere. In this case, she was glad to get both a good amount in her mouth and a good amount on her skin. She fantasized about getting marked by his cum in the same way a cow is marked by a brand.

They both collapsed on the bed again due to their complete exhaustion.

He rolled off her to lie next to her. He was so overwhelmed that he immediately fell asleep.

Chapter 12

Alan woke up a few minutes later. He was surprised to find himself being carried by his naked mother.

Susan was trying to get him from the floor to his bed without waking him, but she accidentally woke him up before she had managed to get him on his bed.

When she saw that his eyes were open, once he was safely on the bed, she lowered her ample tits onto his face. She playfully and gently slapped him around in the face with them, but then pulled away. "I'm sorry, Son. I'm still randy. I could keep going for hours! But you must be dead tired. I'll leave you alone."

"Mom, you know I love it, but do you realize how exhausted I am? I mean, the whole Brenda thing, the assfuck with Aunt Suzy, then another great titfuck with my favorite sex cow - and that's just the last couple of hours! What a day. Phew!"

She lovingly swept his hair out of his face, then continued to gently stroke his hair. "I know. This is the problem. I could keep going and going. I swear, I could cum one hundred times a day, until my pussy was so sore that I couldn't move. But I know the male has certain natural limits, and even you can't completely escape them. That's one reason I have to see the doctor, because I'm turning into a nymphomaniac! I have to at least tone my sex drive down to a level you can handle. It's just too much fun! It's all so arousing and exciting! For instance, I'll never forget this night, the night you first properly dominated Mommy's tits in front of everyone."

He thought, Jesus! She has to shut up soon or I'm gonna get horny all over again!

She continued reassuringly, "Don't worry. This kind of fun won't end with the psychologist visit. Suzanne has assured me that this Xania woman is understanding about our kind of arrangement. But I have to calm down, and resolve some other issues. And not just with you." Her eyes unfocused and she gazed off, as she momentarily thought of her recent lesbian urges.

Then she snapped to, and smiled lovingly at him. "Son, you're the best, most loving son any mother ever had. Thanks for putting up with my sex cow fantasy. I know it's strange, but I just love it." She bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, and then a prolonged kiss on the mouth.

As she pulled away, she giggled and said, "Oh yeah. That's the kiss part of our goodnight kiss."

He grinned at that. "Mom, you're the one who's the best. I don't deserve you. There's no way I deserve any of this attention."

"Now, Tiger, let's not get all modest and shy again. I want the aggressive Alan who threw me to the floor and fucked my tits like the lord of this house that you naturally are. Don't say that respectful stuff. Don't even think it. My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer. I only hope that, as your mother, I'll always remain number one in your heart, and that you'll give me at least one filling of tasty sperm every day."

He wasn't happy about her using **** language like talking about a harem, but he decided he could use it to his advantage. "Mom, you know I can't love you any more than I already do. But remember what you promised about Brenda just now. No more jealousy with her. You promised to do your best to help her find a place servicing my dick. You just said, 'My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer.' Shouldn't that include her?"

"I suppose so." Then she added more confidently, "Yes, yes it does."

"I see this as a test of just how good a sex cow mommy you can be. And who knows, maybe she'll want to be a sex cow, too. Before long I might even have a whole herd of sex cows. Then I'll have to get a stable."

"Good God! Don't say that! So hot!" Susan had a flash vision of herself inside a horse stall in a stable, on all fours. Brenda was in the adjacent stall on one side while Suzanne was in the stall on the other. All three of them had milking machines attached to their nipples, constantly sucking up milk as fast as they could lactate it.

She had to take some deep breaths to steady herself and calm down from that disturbing yet exciting daydream.

She was still bent over him like the prototypical mother tucking in a child, except for the fact that she remained naked and had his cum caked all over her face. Her hefty tits scraped against his chest as she hovered over him, so she momentarily shook them and moaned with delight. "Son, you're so creatively naughty. You make me so happy. Not to mention juicy!" She rubbed her wet thighs together.

He said, contemplatively, "We've sure come a long way since August, haven't we?"

She was silent, also contemplating, and finally answered, "We sure have." She slowly rocked his face with her chest for a while, thinking about the prudish woman she used to be. She thought about it like remembering a movie she once saw, and an old black and white movie at that. It was like that life had happened to someone else.

Then he asked, "Mom, if you like drinking my cum so much, why did you pull it from your mouth and aim a bunch of it at your face instead?"

The contemplation didn't slow her down one iota. She eagerly answered, "Because you have to brand me, Son. If you won't let me have a tattoo, you have to repeatedly brand me with your sperm. Plus, I can savor it better that way. I get to drink some now and then gobble up a little more later. My late night snack is already waiting on my face."

He thought, Dang! How is it possible for any male to have a flaccid dick around her for any period of time, thanks to comments like that? Her tone of voice makes her words that much more arousing because she's so clearly honest and heartfelt. She's not just saying something to be sexy; she really is counting on eating a late night cum snack right off of her face. MY cum! He actually had to double-check to make sure his penis was still flaccid.

She paused, and then like a little child impulsively asking a parent for a present, she nearly begged, "Can I at least have a temporary tattoo?"

"Mom, I said before, I don't want you to disfigure your perfect skin in any way, so that would certainly include tattoos. But if you did, what would it be?"

She heaved a fond sigh as she closed her eyes and fantasized. "I'm thinking a big 'A' right on my ass cheek. Just like a cow. 'A' for Alan, of course. I think I've told you that before, but that's not all. All the females in your herd would have big A's on their butts, showing everyone that they're your exclusive property."

He was disturbed by that, yet aroused. He knew there was no way in hell he could possibly grow erect again any time soon, though, because his penis wasn't showing any life in the face of such great temptations.

She went on, "I have this vision of all your classmates hanging out at the local beach. The girls would all be wearing the skimpiest bikinis, showing off the fullness of their lovely asses. So the boys checking out the girls would see an 'A' on the butt cheeks of the dozen or two most gorgeous girls out of the thousands on the busy beach. 'Oh look, ' the boys would say to each other. 'That one is an 'Alan girl' as well. Damn. That Plummer kid took all the best ones and didn't leave any for us.'"

She continued breathlessly, "Then Suzanne, Amy, Angel, and I would go to the beach too, with you arm in arm between all of us. Everyone would gasp. The guys would all say, 'Look! He's even trained his mother and sister to be his sex pets.' But they'd accept that as the natural thing, since it's so obvious you're such a good and loving son, and you richly deserve such love and pleasure. Plus, you just naturally give off the aura of an alpha male. When you steal their best women away from them, they have to accept that as just and right."

"Wait a minute," he protested. "I do not. I'm no alpha male."

"Tiger, is this my fantasy or not? As I was saying, then we'd sit down on the sand and everyone would stop and admire the beauty of your closest, most favorite family cocksuckers. But no one would bother us, because they'd know from our brands that we belong to you. Some of your other 'Alan girls' would come up though, and beg to suck your cock, or even beg to be fucked. Like that bitchy but quite stunning Heather girl. She'd want it real bad and throw her microscopic bikini off to tempt you. She'd assume the position: naked, on her heels, arms behind her back, chest thrust out. Everyone on the beach would stare in disbelief. But you'd say, 'Thanks, but no thanks. I have my mommy here with me today. There's nothing I'd rather do than have Mommy suck me off. She's the best cocksucker in town, and in fact she's going to suck it right now! Heather, if you want some of this at school, watch and learn how it's done.'"

He found his flaccid penis was already twitching with signs of life. He made a mental note never to ask Susan about her fantasies right after a powerful climax. He actually hoped his penis could stay down, since the rest of his body was completely wiped out.

She continued, "Suzanne and the others would gasp with amazement at how many hours I could suck and titfuck your cock right there on the beach. The others, including the dozen or two 'Alan girls' from your school with big 'A' brands on them, would gather all around and stare excitedly. A hot Asian reporter from the local TV news would be there to film this spectacle, but she too would be unable to resist. With the camera rolling, she'd shuck off her clothes and crawl across the sand, begging to honor with a few licks the most perfect cock she'd ever seen!"

"Mom, you're getting carried away."

"Hush! I'm having fun with this. I'd let her suck and lick you a little, but just a little! Just enough to let her know what she's missing! Hee-hee!"

"Mom, that's mean."

"Sorry. Okay, I'd let her take the balls and lick them, but only if her crew films the whole thing. Hands would fly into tiny bikinis, and each girl would cream her juices all over the place, but that's all they'd be able to do. They would look on in jealousy, because you would only want to be with me. Even Suzanne could only bite her lip in frustration while you fuck my lactating tits, oozing with the fresh milk you'd lick straight off of my swollen nipples..."

Susan suddenly found herself so lost in her fantasy that she nearly forgot Alan was right there with her. While she gazed off into space, she had an arm under her boobs to clutch them together, and her other hand simulated his boner as it slid in and out of her cleavage and she reveled in the new feeling of her son titfucking her.

She returned to reality as she realized her fantasy was beginning to sound too possessive, and turned to Alan to check his reaction to that. She was surprised to see him laughing quietly.

Blushing now, she asked defensively, "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. I just find it amusing that that's YOUR fantasy and not mine. I could hardly come up with a better one for myself. Except all these dozens of women in the 'herd' is too much. I have no need for anyone new now. I keep turning down girls asking me out on dates. Another one just asked me yesterday, but I don't give that kind of thing any serious thought. I can't handle all the women I'm with as it is. Brenda has to be the last new one. I just can't take any more."

He mused with amazement that just weeks ago he'd never kissed a girl and couldn't even get up the courage to ask a girl out.

Susan replied, "Okay, Tiger. That's fine for now, even though you deserve more. But can you see why I need help? My mind is so messed up! I mean, I know getting a tattoo is wrong, because it clearly states in the Bible, in Leviticus: 'Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you.' Yet I allow myself to have this kind of fantasy!"

He said, "Mom, relax. It's just a fantasy."

"I know, but still. All I can think about is sucking your cock!" Then she added with a more somber voice, "For starters."

He leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. He pondered how her fantasy paradoxically involved both sharing him with dozens of others and also possessively keeping him all for her own. But he decided to think about that later. "Let's hope you're never totally cured of that cocksucking urge. Now, I really need to get some sleep."

She cooed, "You know I'll never be 'cured.' I'm not going to the psychologist to be cured, I'm going to find balance."