Brilliant Disguise: Part 1

Part 29: Brilliant Disguise

CHAPTER 1: (Day 48: Saturday, November 2)

While Alan was napping, Amy went to the Plummer house, looking for help in shaving her pussy.

Luckily, Katherine had just come home. They met in Katherine's room. Amy stood at the door. "Hey, what'cha doin'?"

"Oh, nothing. I've got bad news though. Alan's taking a nap."

Amy frowned. "Seriously? Bummer!"

"Hey, I'd be more than happy to help you with the shaving and whatnot."

Amy's frown was replaced by a blindingly bright smile. "Really? Cool beans!" She suddenly turned shy. "Can we practice another kiss or two though?"

Katherine was all smiles too. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, because she loved Amy like a sister, and lusted after her too.

Amy looked a bit nervous as she crossed the room for their kiss.

But before she got there, Katherine looked at her with mock-confusion. "What are you doing? I hope you don't plan on kissing me like THAT."

"Like what?"

Katherine made a sour face. "With all those icky things covering your gorgeous body. I believe most people call them... clothes. Yuck!"

Amy's disappointment turned to joy, and she giggled along with Katherine. Her smile was so bright it practically lit up the room. "You said it, sister!" Within seconds, she had shed her clothes.

Katherine hurried to catch up and take off her own clothes. Her arousal soared as she realized she'd soon be French kissing Amy again, in the nude.

Not too many seconds later, their bodies met and their lips locked.

Perhaps influenced by Susan and her erotic noises, they repeatedly "Mmmm"-ed with pleasure as they necked passionately.

Katherine wanted her hands everywhere on Amy at once, and she was so excited she hardly knew where to put them first. When she and Amy had kissed intimately the day before, Alan had been there, so the excuse had been that they were just kissing "to help make his thingy happy." But with Alan now not present, Katherine knew it was obvious that Amy was enjoying their kissing.

Since they'd both been nude the last time, and were already familiar with fingering each other's pussies, there wasn't much need for either of them to hold back, and they didn't.

After a few minutes of tongue dueling, Amy said, "Mmmm. This is fun!"

As Katherine cradled Amy's boobs, she replied, "Yes. Yes it is! Aims, you're my best friend. And now we can be even BETTER friends! Isn't that great?"

"Yeay! Totally!" Amy kissed her again.

Katherine still wasn't entirely sure what Amy thought about this kind of kissing, or their other sexual activities lately, or what Amy wanted to do with Alan exactly. She also wasn't sure just what to say though, because if Amy really was naïve about all this, talking frankly could make a mess of things.

She got a clue though when their next kiss ended and Amy said, "Aaaah. Nice. But I guess we should get to the shaving. Do we have to put our clothes on just to go to the bathroom?"

"Nah," Katherine replied. "I've got some towels we can wrap around ourselves. All we really have to do is pop out into the hall for a few seconds. The odds of Mom seeing us are almost nil."

"Coolio. Any chance Alan will wake up? It would be fun to kiss him too. And even do other stuff!"

"Other stuff?" Katherine asked cautiously.

"Yeah. You know. Like, with his thingy. It seems to need a lot of attention." Amy giggled.

Katherine relaxed a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose it does. Is that something you'd be interested in helping out with? And I don't just mean once or twice. His thingy has big needs, pretty much every single day!"

"Oh, TOTALLY! I'm soooo all over that! You and I, we can help him together, right? It's, like, something we can have way fun with, dont'cha think?"

Katherine checked her feelings for jealousy, but she was surprised at just how little she felt. She worried frequently about losing Alan's attention to Susan or Suzanne, but Amy seemed harmless, and just too much fun and too lovable to get upset with.

Besides, Katherine had a good feeling that she could use Amy to her advantage. She thought, Help him together? Definitely! I know I'm attractive and sexy, but I'm not some perfect voluptuous goddess like Mom or Aunt Suzy. But if Aims and I team up, even those two can't compete with that! Aims is just so easy to manipulate, it'll be like having a copy of me. With our two tongues and lips on his dick, he'll have to give even our busty moms a rain check, at least some of the time!

Katherine smiled from ear to ear. "Great idea, Aims!" Then she kissed her lips again.

Amy responded eagerly, showing off her kissing skills. But after a minute or so, she pulled back and said, "Uh-oh! How are we supposed to do this, 'cos our boobies keep getting in the way."

It was true - both girls were so endowed that they had to be attentive to even get their lips to touch. But Katherine turned that around to a positive. "That is kind of a problem. But just imagine if Alan could see us. He'd get off on watching our racks rub together, don't you think?"

Amy's eyes lit up. "Oh! TOTALLY! Let's do MORE of that! Plus, it's just fun to do even when he's not here to look!"

Soon, they were just as focused on rubbing their tits, and especially their nipples, together as they were on the kissing. It felt fantastic, and neither of them wanted to stop.

Katherine found herself thinking, Brother's gonna love seeing this! But it also has its own reward. I'm his number one fuck toy, and I'm damn proud of that fact. But maybe Aims can kind of become my fuck toy too. Our fuck toy. Her body's so soft and squeezable and fun to play with! Also, she's so lovable and enthusiastic. She's always been a great friend, and now we're becoming lovers too. She's way into this, I can tell!

The two girls went back to the bathroom next to Katherine's room, in part so they could play with each other's pussies. There was their usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem."

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion she'd had every single day since they'd started. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."

She could tell by now that Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way, plus it was easier than bringing certain issues out into the open. For instance, Katherine figured that Amy's position about sex with other women such as herself would evolve naturally. so asking her if she was bisexual only risked causing problems. Katherine suspected it was possible Amy didn't even know what "bisexual" meant, and that was probably for the best.

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation.

Again, Katherine figured Amy was wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point. They practiced kissing quite a lot more as well.

Before they were done, Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo. (She hadn't wanted Katherine to use a dildo on her recently when Heather was there, but that mostly had to do with the situation, especially Heather's presence.)

But Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual too. Katherine always said "No" because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasure. So far, it appeared to be working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more often than before, always ready for pussy shaving or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested she had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem."

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each other's vagina, "Aims, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "Yuck! That's gross. I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay us back for all the help that Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is too much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there, after you get it lubed up with your pussy juices. It's no big deal." Katherine had been miffed that her anal fingering with Kim hadn't worked out, so she'd looked it up on the Internet and discovered the crucial importance of lubrication. She was keen to try it again, or have it tried out on her, so she could test to see if it was something she could do with Alan.

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and can even feel really good." Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with two fingers in her vagina and another up her anus.

Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt pretty good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

It felt good, and Amy had fun poking around there. Amy had no revulsion about her asshole as long as it was completely clean, and Katherine's was. In fact, within minutes, Katherine asked Amy to replace that finger with her tongue, and Amy had no objection to even doing that.

Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus.

Amy washed up very thoroughly once she was done with Katherine's ass.

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem."

But Amy suggested they continue to explore their butts in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

This gave Katherine some new worries. Later, when she was alone, she wrote in her diary, as part of a longer diary entry:

I like Amy's sexy "anything goes" attitude - in theory. The problem is, she's gonna be that enthusiastic doing anything with Brother too. I don't want to have to compete with that. Is teaming up with her really such a good idea? What if he ends up spending a lot of time with her alone, time he could be spending with me instead?

No, that isn't the way to think about it. The fact is, sexual things are gonna happen between him and her in any case. Now that the ball has started rolling, there's just no way for her not to get pulled in. She's too beautiful and willing, and their feelings for each other are too strong. If it's gonna happen anyway, I need to get on top of it and control it. I may not be a master manipulator like Aunt Suzy, but when it comes to Aims, I don't have to be. I'll tell her what to do, and she'll happily say "M'kay!" like always.

Together, we will be an unbeatable team. He could actually end up spending MORE time with me, if Amy and I get really good at pleasuring his cock together. And if there's anyone I'd most want to do that with, it's lovable Aims. It'll be great!

CHAPTER 2

When Alan finally came downstairs, it was already five o'clock. The only thing that had motivated him to leave his room was to get a snack in the kitchen.

The afternoon continued to slip by fairly normally for Alan and everyone else. Susan announced that she was going shopping, and did so.

Suzanne wanted to stay at the Plummer house, since that's where all the sexy, fun things were happening. So she went to work on the computer in the den for a while.

As it so happened, Alan needed time to process and recover. He remained scarce for a while after his nap. He stayed in his room and read a book for class; it was about political intrigues in the Roman Empire.

That was all just as well, because everyone remaining in the house was feeling tired and listless from just too much sex.

Although the downstairs area appeared to be empty, when he entered the kitchen, Suzanne came in from the adjacent den. She flashed him a big smile and a thumbs up.

As was so often the case, his eyes went straight to her deep cleavage. Even though she was wearing a pin-striped business suit, she'd taken off her bra and blouse when she arrived at the house, leaving a tantalizing peek through just her jacket.

"What's the good news?" he asked. "Did you make a ton of money?" He asked this because Suzanne spent a lot of her time trading stocks and bonds online. She was so good at it that she didn't need a "real job," and it left her with lots of free time. Sometimes she used Susan's computer in the den for trading if she didn't feel like going back to her own house to check the markets.

But she said, "No, silly. It's the weekend, remember? The thumbs up is for you! GREAT job with your tennis win over Susan!"

"Technically, I lost, four games to three."

"True, but you won when it came to stealing her heart. Those last two games were classic!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute. Did you talk to her about this?"

"No, not yet. I don't know where she went to exactly, but she's not here. Hmmm, I wonder where she is, now that I think about it. All I know is she's out shopping, but she didn't say what she was intending to buy."

"Then how do you know what happened?" He picked up an apple and started to cut it into slices.

"I have my ways," she said, with deliberate mysteriousness.

"Such as?"

"You wouldn't BELIEVE how much money I spend on the Psychic Friends Hotline!" But seeing that he wasn't going to let the question go, and didn't even laugh at her joke, she said, "Okay, fine. I spied on you guys. But it was for a good cause. Getting Susan to open up sexually is tough. She has so many moralistic hang-ups that breaking them all down is like a full-time job. I don't want anything to go wrong. Mad at me?"

He thought about it as he ate a slice of apple. "Nah. Not really. You're just being you, and plotting and scheming is what you do best. Your schemes always work out well in the end, even though your means are sometimes, shall we say, ethically challenged. Besides, you're so beautiful that it's impossible to get mad at you."

"That's true," she teased. She was particularly appreciative he said this when she was mostly clothed. She picked up one of the apple slices and gave it a few provocative licks before biting into it.

He asked, "So, speaking of scheming, how's the 'corruption of the innocents' plan coming along?" He kept eating the slices.

"Great, actually. What happened on the tennis court was absolutely pivotal to getting her to feel like she belongs to you."

He marveled, "Wow! Mom? Belonging to me? Woooowww!"

Suzanne smiled at that. "I was too far away to hear what was said, but I can just tell. Did you have a fun time, by the way?"

He practically stared at her bug-eyed. "Are you kidding me?! Holy cow! It was awesome! The blowjob at the end - you saw that, right? That was just the icing on the cake!"

Suzanne was all grins. "Excellent. I could tell that she had just as much fun as you did, although in a slightly different way. When you humiliate her, she really gets off on that."

"I noticed!"

"Your mom has had decades of brainwashing from a bunch of religious wackos, so just getting her to surrender fully to her blowjob lust is a battle. It's like pulling a rubber band and having it always snap back into place. But you give her so much happiness and sexual ecstasy that I think she's finally totally hooked. We'll see, though, how she is later. Her emotions are all over the map lately. I never know what mood she'll be in from one hour to the next."

"You're telling me!" he agreed emphatically. "One hour to the next? More like one minute to the next! She-"

Suzanne rested a finger across his lips, and gestured for him to be quiet.

He waited a bit while she seemed to be listening closely for something. Then he asked, quietly, "What is it?"

"That was the garage door. She's back. She'll be coming in the house in... three... two... one..."

"Howdy!" Susan said, as she came into a front hallway from the garage. "Anyone home?"

Alan whispered, "Impressive. Aunt Suzy, you know us all so well, it's kind of scary."

Susan walked straight down the hall to the kitchen, carrying three very heavy shopping bags. Her face brightened when she saw Alan and Suzanne standing there. But she also got a bit abashed as she looked at Alan a second time, as she obviously was recalling what had happened earlier with him on the same tennis court.

Suzanne recognized the names of the stores on the bags and said, "Oooh! Clothes! What'd you buy? What'd you buy?" She took one of the bags from Susan before Susan could put the bags down on the counter.

"No!" Susan protested, once she was able to put the remaining two bags down. "That's not..."

But it was too late, because Suzanne had already pulled several items from the bags, and held them up for Alan to see. One was a very skimpy and semi-transparent nightie. The other one turned out to be an even skimpier and more insubstantial nightie. Suzanne whistled in appreciation. "Ooh la la!"

Suzanne put those back in the bag, and rifled through it some more. She told Susan, "Wow, look at this. You have enough nighties in here to outfit an entire army! Well, that is, if there were a very, very sexy army made up entirely of tall, busty, naked women."

Alan grinned, and quipped, "That's one army I wouldn't mind fighting."

Susan's face had already turned cherry red. It turned even more red when he winked at her. Somehow, she was powerfully reminded of their tennis match, and she felt such a thrill race down her spine that it nearly knocked her off her feet.

Suzanne said, "And if you add in your purchase a few hours ago of a whole bag of pineapples plus lots of pineapple juice, I'm starting to see a pattern."

Alan asked cluelessly, "Cool. I love pineapples. But why so many?"

Susan looked away, even as she unconsciously licked her lips. "Never you mind. It's, uh, good for you."

Suzanne considered explaining how Susan had discovered that pineapple and certain other fruits could help make Alan's cum taste even sweeter. Katherine had given Susan that tip that very morning, but Suzanne had already found out because, when it came to Alan's cum, news travelled fast. Suzanne had since checked out the idea on the Internet and found some evidence to support it. However, she decided against telling Alan, since she didn't want to make him too conscious about how his eating habits could affect his sex life. It made no difference; he didn't need any instruction on that matter, since he'd long loved consuming sweet and fruity things, which resulted in his tasty cum.

Susan's embarrassment only got worse when Suzanne asked in a teasing, sing-song voice, "Soooo, I wonder why you bought all these sexy clothes? Who could you be trying to arouse and impress with this mountain of lingerie? Hmmm. Very mysterious!"

It was true that Susan had bought a virtual "mountain of lingerie." Normally, she lived a humble, modest lifestyle, despite her wealth. She didn't have that much clothes for herself, at least not when compared to other women in her income bracket. But she had met up with Brenda at the shopping mall, and after Brenda handed over the memory card with the nude photos on it, the two of them went shopping together. They fed off each other's sexual enthusiasm, causing Susan to buy much more than she'd ever bought before. The wealthier and more profligate Brenda actually bought even more.

Suzanne had been holding up a pair of semi-transparent panties, but Susan snatched them away and put them back in the bag. "Very funny," she grumbled.

She was so embarrassed that she was almost trembling. But she thought back to the words Alan had told her yesterday, and repeated them in her mind: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." That helped her relax some, especially when she thrust her tits out at the same time.

She said with increased confidence, "It so happens that my old clothes just don't cut it around here anymore because of... well, certain changes. And Suzanne, I appreciate you loaning me practically half your wardrobe, but you need your clothes back and I need some sexy clothes of my own."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry; I think it's great. I'm just razzin' ya a little bit. And it looks like you picked some really great stuff!" She held up another see-through nightie. "What do you think, Sweetie? Can you picture your mom in this?"

Alan beamed at Susan as his dick suddenly engorged. "Mom, I'm so psyched! You bought all this for me? To help me with my condition? You're so caring and sweet!" He walked over to her and gave her a big hug.

Susan was so happy that she practically floated away on a cloud of happiness. It didn't skip her attention that she felt his still-growing hard-on brush against her, and that made her even happier.

But then Suzanne frowned, and gravely told Susan, "There's just one problem."

Susan asked, "What's that?"

"It's impossible to buy this much stuff without immediately trying something on and showing it off to the man you love."

Susan's big smile returned when she realized Suzanne had just been razzing her again. "That's true," she gleefully agreed.

Suzanne dug deeper into the bag, and whistled again. "Susan, this bag is full of extra two-inchers!"

Alan asked, "What's an 'extra two-incher?'" He was still hugging Susan, since she smelled and felt so good.

Susan turned her blushing face away in embarrassment. "Never you mind about that! It's, uh, it's a girl thing." Her mind was filled with a vivid image of Alan's already long and completely turgid cock growing an extra two inches right in front of her eyes, thanks to the revealing clothes she was wearing.

Suzanne and Susan soon went upstairs, taking the bags of clothes with them. Alan was told to sit tight in the living room and eat some more fruit.

Just as they reached the edge of his hearing, he thought he heard them joking with each other about how they hoped he'd eat all the fruit in the house. I don't get it, man. Does fruit increase sexual energy or something? Weird. Oh well. Boy, I can't wait to see Mom in her new clothes!

Plus, what's great is that there's been a pattern with Mom of two steps forward and one step back. After what happened on the tennis court, I thought for sure she'd kind of withdraw at least into a semi-prudish mode for a while. But no! Not only did she not do that, she went out and bought a whole mountain of sexy clothes, and in a really short time. She must have told some sales clerk, "Give me all your lingerie in my size." Well, almost.

Maybe Aunt Suzy is right and we're at a key turning point. It'll be great if we don't have any more steps back. Here's to nothing but big steps forward from here on out! Before long, I'll be fucking Mom, Sis, Aims, and Aunt Suzy all the time! Why not? Mom's the key. If she's okay with it, anything goes!

CHAPTER 3

Upstairs in her room, Susan briefly explained to Suzanne that she actually had gone shopping with Brenda, and that the big secret that she was keeping was now in her possession, in the house. (Brenda had given her camera's memory card to Susan in a zip-lock bag, and Susan had carefully stored that bag in a secret place in the den as soon as she returned home.)

Naturally, that clue caused Suzanne's already great curiosity to skyrocket even higher. But Susan wouldn't say anything more. She had other more important things to do right away, but she promised they would talk about it once they had sufficient free time. She promised Suzanne that she would not be disappointed.

Susan came back downstairs all alone a couple of minutes later, click-clicking along in her four-inch high heels. She wore a highly-arousing purple nightie that looked like it was made out of material lighter than puffs of cloud.

He whistled in appreciation. "Mom, you look so hot that they'll need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber."

She laughed. She was beaming with delight and bursting with energy, it looked like she was about to start spontaneously jumping around. She stood in the middle of the dining room, next to where Alan was sitting at the kitchen counter, providing him with a sultry, slow 360-degree twirl. Then she struck some provocative pinup-girl poses.

As she did that, he asked, "Why'd you pick that one?"

She beamed as she explained, "Suzanne said it was the hottest of a very hot bunch."

"I suspect she's right. It's great! Can I touch it? I want to test something."

"What's that?"

"I want to know if it'll set my hand on fire."

She giggled gaily. Then she turned around and thrust her ass out to within his easy reach, showing that she was ready to be touched there.

He immediately went to town on caressing her ass cheeks through the silky fabric, but he didn't stop there. He soon pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. As they necked, he pulled her tremendous tits all the way out of her nightie and began to knead them roughly.

After a minute or two of kissing, she playfully swatted one of his groping hands and said, "You're not allowed to do that, you know. That whole area is off limits. Except for special occasions." She'd rather lamely added that exception, because it was hard to deny the fact that he was finding ways to play with her tits pretty much every day.

He sensed that she was so horny already that her resistance to breast play was paper thin. He hoped she'd give in on that if he was insistent. "You mean I can't do this?" He pulled on both nipples, briefly pulling her tits forward and into a more conical shape.

"Oh!" she gasped lustily.

"Or what about this?" He twisted both nipples aggressively.

She panted, "Please, please! No!"

He kept twisting, but asked, "You're serious? Why not? Compared to a blowjob, this is nothing."

Her hefty tits were heaving and swinging wildly as she tried to answer in a gasping, near-orgasmic voice. "If you must know... You, you know already! My... My tits... Oh! Oh no! ... Too... too... MMMM! Yes! ... You make me too horny! UGH! No! Can't... control myself!"

He had mercy on her, so he went back to playing with her ass cheeks, this time including her ass crack. He liked that the nightie was between them, because its silky smooth texture was fun to stroke. But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

She'd managed to get her breathing under control once he'd let go of her hefty melons, so she said, "You told me I should never wear them except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey, especially when it comes to servicing and draining his big cock!" She fumbled with the button on his shorts as she said that, managing to get his fly undone.

He said sternly, "Unfortunately, a nightie is a type of underwear, isn't it? I'm afraid you're going to have to take it off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly as she slid her fingers all the way up and down his erection, like she was reconnecting with an old friend. She could have been upset at his order, since she'd just bought so much lingerie, but she could tell that he was just trying any thin excuse to get her naked again. She loved wearing her new purchase, but getting naked on her knees sounded even better to her.

Her fingers had just wrapped around his shaft, but she let go and stood back up. She purred sensuously, "If my hunky, virile son tells me to strip and get totally nude, then I must obey! After all, the doctor said I have to be some kind of..." - she searched for the right word - "sex object for you." She slowly and tantalizingly shimmied the nightie down her body, letting her boobs jiggle as it slid off her torso.

Spreading her legs a bit, she slowly inched the nightie down her legs. "Looks like I have to do what I'm told. I must OBEY!" Obviously she was really getting off on that idea, without any hesitation or guilt. "Obey my cocky, spermy, cum-filled son! Mommy wears exactly what her son tells her to wear, even if it's nothing but my high heels! After all, it's the house rule, and Mommy would get a big fat spanking if she's naughty and tries to cover up..."

As the nightie slid down to her ankles, she bent forward and lightly shook her massive rack. She stared straight at his exposed boner and licked her lips ostentatiously. Then she turned around slightly so she could wiggle her bare ass at him as well.

Oh, God! I'm naked, again! I just bought all those clothes to wear for my son and it's kind of pointless because I'm probably going to be naked around him most of the time from now on. But I wouldn't have it any other way! I'm one of his personal cocksuckers now, his big-titted mommy slut! This is the life we live. I don't even care anymore if acting like this is necessary for his medical problem. I'd gladly do it anyway!

His blood pressure rose and his heart pounded. "Mom, can I ask you a favor? Could you buy me a thesaurus?"

"Sure, Tiger. But why bring that up now?" She was puzzled why he was asking for that instead of watching the seductive way she was bending over to pull the nightie all the way off her feet. She'd gotten the nightie off one foot, and that allowed her to spread her legs stiff and wide. She pretended to have trouble getting the nightie off her other foot so he could enjoy a long look and especially notice just how wet her pussy was already.

He was so transfixed that he forgot to answer her question. He knew he wasn't supposed to do it, but since she couldn't see, he stroked his raging erection a little bit.

While seductively wiggling her ass, she prodded, "Tiger?"

He snapped back to the here and now. "Right. Um, I'm bringing it up because I need to find new words to describe just how sexy and amazing you are. The words I know just don't do you justice. Seriously."

"Awww. You're so cute and kind!" She was finally stark naked. She threw herself into his arms and wound up sitting in his lap. She twisted and turned, grinding down on his turgid shaft. It was as dangerously close to fucking as they'd yet come, because his erection was sliding against her labia.

She thought, OH YES! Fuck me, Tiger! Enough with the handjobs and blowjobs! God knows I love 'em, but I need to get seriously fucked! Angel has got the right idea: fuck toy! Make me a true fuck toy for you by fucking me!

But then she realized what she'd just thought, and felt a little bit panicky. That idea opened up a whole can of worms for her; she was worried that she really could go to Hell if they fucked. Wait a minute! Scratch that. I can't say that, or even think it! Blowjobs and handjobs and such are one thing. That's not really so bad, especially since Ron betrayed me. But fucking is REAL ****! That's a grave sin! If I'm not strong, I could put Tiger's soul in danger as well as my own. I can never do that. That's why we have to have rules and boundaries!

Despite saying that to herself, her outward behavior hardly changed at all. She was too worked up to stop or even slow down. She figured that as long as she remained mindful that she couldn't allow his boner to slip inside her burning hot slit under any circumstances, they would be okay.

He was stunned that she was allowing this. They were passionately necking, and he even managed to reach around her and finger her pussy lips from behind. That was almost a minor afterthought, because the way she was grinding and churning on him was the main show. At times, she even slid her wet pussy lips back and forth over the top of his raging cock!

So far, their French kissing had prevented her from being able to complain that what they were doing was "so improper." But eventually they broke the kiss for air. He started speaking quickly with the hopes of keeping her distracted. He didn't know what to say, so he just continued with the compliments. "Mom, you know, I tend to go on and on about your body, and especially your boobs. It's almost criminal for a suburban soccer mom to have a body this sexy!" He caressed the parts he mentioned when he said, "Your ass. Your hips. Your back. Your long hair. Your graceful neck."

He knew he had her full attention now, so he was taking his time with long pauses and plenty of fondling and caressing between each mention of a body part. And all the while, she was dry humping him with her thighs or even directly with her pussy. (Although there was so much wetness that there was nothing "dry" about what they were doing.)

He brought his wandering hand to her front side. "Your naughty place, including your love button." He ran a finger up and down her slit some more, and then pressed her clit like it was a button.

Susan chided him, "Tiiiiger..."

He quickly moved on before she complained some more. "Your tummy. I love your tummy, especially your belly button. Peek-a-boo!" He playfully poked at her "innie" belly button.

That made her giggle. She was already smiling from ear to ear, because she was having the time of her life.

He brought his hands up and caressed the underside of her breasts. "And yes, these magnificent melons. They are truly spectacular, and they feel as good as they look!"

She moaned orgasmically. "Oh! Tiger!" I really need to stop him! It feels too good! That's my weak spot! If he keeps doing what he's doing, I'm going to cum from breast play alone! And then I'll be so hungry for cock that I'll just let him slip inside me! UNGH! It would be so easy! So easy! And so incredible! But we can't!

To her great relief, his hands kept moving up, exploring all the way up her shoulders and neck until he gently caressed her cheeks with both hands. He lovingly stared into her eyes. "But just as impressive is your face. I love your face, especially your eyes. Your eyes convey so much warmth and caring and love."

She was getting so aroused that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to speak. The latest shift of her hips had put her sizzling cunt directly on top of his boner again, and she couldn't resist sliding back and forth on it some more. She was a hair's breadth from a great orgasm. "Son... You're just... saying that... You're... you're... trying... to... AHHH! Trick me somehow. Hnnng! With your... Oh! Your... Oh yes! Your BIG COCK sliding against my... MMMM! So naughty!"

Overwhelmed by lust, plus the fact that their noses were practically touching already, she found herself French kissing him some more. She hoped that would prevent her from screaming out loud when her climax hit. It hit her like a sucker punch a few seconds later, but she couldn't stay quiet, so she ended up screaming and moaning into his mouth.

He very nearly came along with her as he felt her entire body tremble and shake. But he somehow held on. He was helped when her orgasm left her too out of it to keep sliding on the top of his cock. In fact, his hard-on was left alone for a while, aside from occasional contact due to her orgasmic writhing.

As he kissed her trembling, moaning mouth with all he had, he thought, A-ha! I've got her now! She's so horny that she's totally losing it. I've just gotta ramp that up some more until she's unable to say no to anything! She's so RIPE! It's friggin' incredible! Could it be? Is it time we finally fuck?! Oh God! Too exciting!

Unable to control himself, he took the hand that had been fondling her ass and brought it between her ass cheeks again. He reached in from behind and managed to slip two fingers into her slit. In doing so, his fingers actually brushed against his own erection, since it was right there. Everything was soaked with his cum and her pussy juices.

He thought, So fucking great! This is a wet dream come true! Mom is naked and on my lap, and totally willing and horny! For real! Soon, she'll be bouncing on my cock! I just have to hold it together. I can't cum yet. Can't cum! That'll ruin everything!

He was so insanely aroused that he wasn't thinking about the implications of fucking, such as his usual concern that she wasn't mentally ready for that yet. His lust was in total control.

Susan though, was very worried. Yet she was so turned on that she was tempted to just not care. Oh no! Dear God, no! He can't put his fingers there, inside me! That's way, way too sexy and naughty! Gotta... must... resist! I just know Tiger is gonna... HRNNNG!

Her attempt to prevent him from breaking the 'no pussy touching' rule was foiled by the fact that that very touching caused her to climax again, even though she was still reeling from her previous one. Once again, she wound up screaming and moaning into his mouth, at least most of the time. She was losing control of her body.

As she sat on his lap trying to recover from that orgasm, he pulled on a nipple with one hand and steadily pumped two fingers in and out of her soaked gash with the other.

She thought, This is bad! Really bad! He's... UGH! Too tricky! ... HNNG! Nipples AND pussy? How can I resist?! Oh! Oh God! ... Just like today with the tennis... Too, too tricky! Can't... Can't... He's made me into one of his sluts, and I love it! He's, he's gonna fuck me! It's fuck toy time! Mommy's gonna get fucked into fuck toy oblivion! Gotta... watch out! It's a sin! Big sin!

She mustered up the willpower to break the kiss. She knew she had to disengage fast, and that was the first step. With the way he was poking two fingers into her hot cunt, she knew that before long not only would she be willing to get fucked, she'd be begging for it.

With his mouth free, he immediately resorted to more compliments. However, even he was having a hard time talking while his breathing was racing out of control. "Mom! I... I just... love you so much! Ugh! You're so impossibly... beautiful! Kiss me again, Mom!"

"Sorry. Can't. Must. Give. Blowjob." She jokingly said this in a strange voice, as if she were a robot or a zombie. She was playing around, but also had the intention of changing positions so she wouldn't give in to the growing temptation to be fucked for real. Meanwhile, her hands found his boner and she held it tightly. That also kept it from slipping into her pussy, but it would be very easy for her to reposition slightly and guide it in at any time.

For nearly a minute, she just held his cock while she brought her wild breathing and pounding heart somewhat under control.

He held his breath, half expecting that she'd slide it in at any moment. But as the seconds passed, he realized that she was winning the battle to regain some self control. Trying to play another angle, he joshed, "Hey. I thought you just said that you had to obey me. I want another kiss on the lips!"

She answered seriously, "Yes, obey, but only within the bounds of the rules. I can't have you just taking advantage of me any which way. After all, I'm your mother!"

The playful way she said that last part made him think she wouldn't completely mind such rule violations. But still, he was frustrated that a desperately desired motherfucking didn't seem to be in the cards.