Good Lovin' Gone Bad: Part 5

Chapter 13

Alan felt pain in his penis, but it wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Actually, it was actually more numb than painful. He figured, Once a person is numb, getting more numb doesn't really matter much. His pleasure definitely outweighed the pain, especially his mental pleasure from enjoying the whole situation. He felt a strange sense of power in seeing his mother naked on her knees between his legs, and that increased his arousal. He placed his hands on her head to keep her there at his crotch.

She licked his cock and balls clean, which somehow seemed twice as wild to him as the blowjob. It was as if she couldn't get enough and had no self-control at all, so that it hardly mattered whether he was rigid or flaccid.

When she was finally done, she sat back on the floor and tried to recover her breath. Her eyes were still wild, with shivers of excitement still running up and down her spine. Her eyes slowly refocused, until she got to the point that he could almost see a light bulb turn on in her head. "Tiger! Oh my gosh! I was so intent on getting you to cum that I forgot the reason for doing it in the first place. I completely forgot to do the abnormality check!"

"Oh no! Mom! No! There's no way I can get it up again now. No way."

"But we have to." She was again acting like a petulant child. To his surprise, she sat up on the bed next to him and cuddled with him. Her magnificent orbs pressed into his chest as she lightly stroked his upper torso and arms with her hands. "Do you want Akami to be angry? If we don't do the check, she's going to be quite angry with me tomorrow."

Susan had completely made up this last comment. She had hardly been in contact with Akami, ever since the appointment with Alan where Akami had given Susan her thorough "breast check." Susan had no intention of calling Akami the next day unless she actually did find something very wrong with Alan's penis. There was a chance Akami would ask about the abnormality check at their next appointment, but deep down she doubted even that would happen. She was just reaching for an excuse to continue her cocksucking.

Alan momentarily felt light-headed from his mother's tenderness. To get sucked off was one thing, but she'd generally avoided mixing that with such physical signs of tenderness as kissing. Strangely, French kissing her sometimes seemed more off limits than blowjobs. Even now it seemed she wasn't willing to kiss him like that. He wanted to reciprocate with loving touches, but he was also aware of the sorry state of his penis. "Mom, we can't. It would just hurt too much."

With Ron home, she feared it might be days until she got another chance at his cock, or at least until she could find as good an excuse as this one. That made her unwilling to give up completely. Scraping her hard nipples up and down his chest, she said "But Mommy could make the check so much fun. I'm already completely naked, you know." She took his hand and brought it to her bare ass.

Dang! he thought as he sank his fingers into her pliable ass cheek. What a fuckin' rockin' body! If it was anyone but Mom with her **** worries, I would be so into fucking the hell out of her!

She switched back to the third person. "While she's pressing her thumb at the base, she could be licking all over the top. Doesn't that sound like fun? And then when we're done, you might as well shoot another load down Mommy's throat. Suzanne taught me all kinds of cocksucking tricks today, and then I read about even more."

That reminded her about the erotic "testimonial" she'd read earlier, causing her to let out a loud, lusty moan. "MMMM! I need a lot of practice to get them right, and soon, before I forget the details. Too bad your father's never going to find out what any of them are; they're only for you."

Her words were so insanely arousing that Alan thought he would be unable to think about anything else. Both of his hands were on her ass now, squeezing her butt cheeks like they were stress balls. But then he remembered the painful burning in his loins when he had just cum.

She pressed, in more ways than one. "Look, you say that right now, but we still have another hour or more before your father gets home. I'll come back in a little bit and let you decide then, okay?"

"Okay." He was relieved, though not entirely.

She drew her face right up to his. "Mmmm! I know I'm not supposed to kiss you, but let me give you one little peck on the lips."

That "one little peck on the lips" quickly morphed into a long necking session while their hands wandered all over each other. The only exception was that Alan avoided her pussy, as usual. Even so, he could feel her juices leaking onto him, especially when she ground her pussy against him. He was reminded of her great goodnight kiss and tuck-in from the night before.

Eventually though, she decided that his penis might revive faster if she left him alone for a while and gave him a chance to truly rest, so she got up and left the room.

She was so worked up that the only thing she could do to pass the time was masturbate. She didn't even bother to put on any clothes; she luxuriated in the freedom of walking down the hallway in the nude.

However, she was starting to get concerned about Ron coming back home and catching her with Alan, so, as she sat in her bed in the nude, she called Suzanne. "My friend, guess what? Tiger and I are about to have a long, hard time doing the abnormality check!"

Suzanne teased back, "Do you think it'll be a long, hard, thick, and tasty time?"

"You know it! Why I don't do this every day is beyond me. That dang troublesome thing needs to be checked a lot!"

They both laughed.

Suzanne was greatly encouraged by Susan's attitude (not to mention glad that she was alone in the house when she took the call). She asked, "Why DON'T you do it every day? I tell you often enough how I need the help."

"I don't know! I really do want to be my Tiger's personal cocksucker, so very, very much."

"One of them, at least." Suzanne hoped the lesson of sharing in the erotic story she'd had Susan read was sinking in.

"Yes. One of them, definitely. I guess the main problem is Ron. If only he'd leave already! Then I wouldn't have to feel so guilty. Unfortunately, he should be back home here pretty soon now. Can I ask you to keep an eye out for his car and call me in case he comes home? I'll have my cell phone near me."

"No problem. I'll sit out by the front window and read a book. I only ask one thing in return."

"Anything!"

"Tell me more about what you've been up to. Somehow, I get the sense that interesting things are happening over there. You sound more contented and relaxed than you've been for days, which makes me think you helped your cutie Tiger in some way. But at the same time you also sound anxious. I didn't think it was possible to be relaxed and anxious at the same time, but that's exactly how you sound."

Susan shook her head in disbelief. "Suzanne, you're amazing. It's like you're psychic. That's exactly how I'm feeling! It's just that I ... Oh, I shouldn't tell you because it's so embarrassing, but you're going to find out sooner or later so I might as well confess now. You see, I went into Tiger's room a little while ago to give him his abnormality check, and, well, one thing led to another, and, um ... I kind of ended up giving him a loving blowjob until he shot his load down my throat!"

"Ooooh! Lucky you!"

"I know! Mmmm..." Susan was lost in a moment of happy reverie. But then she remembered her call and pointed out, "But I messed up. You see, when it ended, I realized I still hadn't done the abnormality check."

"And that's a bad thing? That gives you a chance to go back for a refill!"

"Oh, Suzanne. You're so bad!" But Susan loved the idea.

Over the next several minutes, Suzanne helped convince Susan once again that the abnormality check was both good and necessary. And also that it would be downright cruel to leave him hanging afterwards. As Suzanne put it, "Think about what Susie would do, or Sally for that matter. You need to do your duty, and that means giving him prolonged, highly pleasurable stimulation leading to orgasm. Any good big-titted mommy will wind up with her lips locked around his thick shaft, and then, after many, many, many minutes of joyous sucking, she'll feel his creamy sperm either on her face, or on her huge rack, or in her tummy. So what's the problem?"

Susan was so inspired by this discussion that she found herself masturbating as she talked. Even so, she said with genuine anguish, "But what about Ron?! You have no idea how much the need to be faithful to one's man was drilled into me from a young age."

"You ARE being faithful to your man - Alan! Your son is your man now. Ron cheated on you, freeing you from your moral bonds to him. Are you or are you not one of your son's personal cocksuckers now?"

"You know I am."

"Well, those aren't just words. With that title come duties and responsibilities. Spermy duties."

"I know, but it's just ... afterwards, I won't be all excited, and then I'll have to see Ron's face. I know I'm gonna feel so guilty. It would be so much easier if I could wait until after he's gone."

Suzanne said in her most commanding voice, "Susan, you just have to suck it up!" Then she realized her accidental double meaning, and added, "So to speak." She chuckled.

Susan chuckled with her.

Suzanne pressed on. "But it's true; you really do. Which is more important: feeling slightly uneasy around Ron, the cheater, or showing your loyalty and devotion to Alan and saving him from painful blue balls and the sin of Onan?"

Susan couldn't argue with that.

"Do I have to remind you of the famous saying derived from the Bible?"

Susan spoke it: "It's better to shoot your seed down into the belly of your mother than on the ground.' Thank the Lord for that saying. It gives me so much strength and comfort, every day."

Suzanne nodded gravely. Of course, she'd altered the meaning and wording of the original saying, but all that mattered was that Susan believed in this version.

Susan wanted to be convinced; she just needed a pep talk. She hung up the phone a few minutes later, feeling much better about what she was about to do. She was so thrilled that she fingered herself to a nice orgasm while thinking about the joys that she'd soon be experiencing.

Her climax didn't cool her ardor; in fact it only increased her lust. She was feeling so naughty and horny that she wanted to walk back into Alan's room wearing nothing but high heels. She even pondered shocking him by going there with her own cum still trickling down her legs. But since she needed to keep her phone near in case Suzanne called with a warning of Ron's return, she made virtue of necessity and dressed up in the sluttiest outfit she could think of instead.

She'd never had many clothes, because up until recently she'd lived by strict Puritan values. She had lived her life for her family, her children mostly, and had few material wants or needs of her own. But it seemed that every day more and more of Suzanne's huge collection of clothes were showing up in her closet. Some items she picked out herself, but others Suzanne occasionally placed there when she wasn't looking. This left her so she never knew what she'd find there when she looked. For the first time in her life, she was finding it fun and exciting to choose what to wear, since any visit to her closet could turn up something new.

She picked out a shiny black leather miniskirt that belonged to Suzanne, but she couldn't find any top that was slutty enough for her current needs and also had a pocket of some kind for the phone. Finally she found an aqua-colored blouse that she liked that had a secret pocket. She decided to just keep it completely open in the front.

She got so excited while dressing that she practically had an orgasm just from thinking about what her son would do when he saw her in it. I just know Tiger is gonna love this! He's such a terribly cum-filled boy; if I don't slut myself up, there's no telling just how painful his blue balls could get, not to mention meeting his daily target. He needs to cum down my throat, and that's a plain fact!

She looked at the clock and saw that half an hour had passed since she'd left Alan's room. She worried that his penis might not have had time to recover, but she didn't want to wait too long, for fear of Ron coming home while she was performing Alan's 'abnormality check'.

Chapter 14

"Knock, knock. Anybody home? Mommy's mouth needs a refill!" A part of her mind thought about how improper that sounded, but that part didn't have much say in the matter.

Alan still lay in bed, awake but resting. "Oh, Mom, I just can't. I'd love to, but I just can't. Really."

She sat on the bed with him. "Does your penis hurt that much?"

She began to think that she had pushed him too far. She was ready to let him be for the evening, as it hit her that his soreness might actually be serious. Her motherly nursing instincts started to take over from her purely horny lust.

But then he said, "Actually, it's not as bad as I'd feared. I can deal with the soreness. That's not such a big deal as it was earlier. But I just can't get it up again. There's no way to get it excited. I'm only human, and it's still too soon since last time. I feel like my balls are literally drained dry. I can't even THINK about getting aroused."

He kind of meant it, but he also wanted to see what would happen when he said that. Could he inspire her to be even more arousing than she'd already been?

Since it wasn't a pain and possible damage issue, but rather just one of arousal, she decided to go ahead. She pulled her blouse all the way off and thrust her chest out. "Don't worry. If that's the only problem, I'm sure Mommy can think of something. Mommy's big titties feel so lonely and unloved. Maybe you should ... No, that violates the touching rules. Hmmm..."

He'd noticed that her rules varied greatly by how horny she was at the time. He figured that in a few more minutes that particular rule against touching her boobs would probably go by the wayside, at least for a while.

She continued to think out loud. "We need something that won't violate the rules. Let's see..." She thought for a moment, searching for something really erotic to do for him.

She removed her miniskirt, leaving herself dressed in nothing but high heels. Then she turned around and bent over slightly. She twisted her head back towards him, saying "You know what? I'm feeling very distracted. My mind is on other things. Maybe you should 'get my attention, ' if you know what I mean. That's one way you can touch me that's completely legal."

She bent over more, and since she was standing right next to the bed that practically put her fantastic bare ass right in his face. At such close range the smell of her aroused cunt was nearly overwhelming.

He reached out and held her ass cheeks. He thought, Oh MAN! Mom is just too sexy! This is the perfect ass, and I can totally see her pussy in between her legs. If this can't get me going, nothing can!

He ran his hands up and down her ass cheeks briefly, but soon gave up the effort and dropped his hands. To his surprise, he found that his flaccid penis really was as wiped out as he'd claimed. He said with sincere regret, "Sorry, Mom. I just don't have it in me. I don't think even you can inspire me tonight, and that's reaaaally saying something. All I want to do is veg out. I can barely believe it myself, but that's how I feel."

She stood up and paced around a bit. She wasn't willing to give up that easily. She could practically feel her lips stretching around his thickness and taste his sweet cum in her mouth. She wasn't about to be denied.

Another idea struck her. She walked across the room and then got down on all fours. She said in an excited, whispery voice, "Look Tiger, look at Mommy. She's crawling! She's crawling on her knees over to your cock!"

She began to crawl across the room, making a bee-line directly for the space between his legs. The word "cock" held a lot of emotional power for her; for most of her life it had been too naughty a word for her to even use in her thoughts. As she said it now, she emphasized it in a really naughty voice, as if she were spitting it from her mouth at every repetition.

"Look at your mommy. She wants it soooo bad. She wants your cock. Your thick, tasty, meaty slab of COCK! She wants to suck it. Look. She's begging for it!"

She slowly crawled closer and closer as her eyes bored into his crotch. "I'm on my knees, Son! Look at my big jugs swing and sway. I'm a **** to your cock! Don't you want your big-titted mommy **** to help you? I'm begging! I don't even care if my husband - and your father - sees me like this. He should! He needs to know that Mommy is YOUR exclusive cocksucker now! Mommy lives to serve your cock! Give it to me, Tiger! Let me suck it. Let me suck it just a little! Please?"

As she crawled forward, her huge breasts swayed pendulously. They drooped straight towards the floor, making them look even bigger than usual. That sight, plus every other inch of her perfect body, stimulated Alan beyond all reason.

And then there was her erotic talk. She'd said some really arousing things to him before, but she'd never talked like this. Comments like "I'm a **** to your cock" were so inspiring, he would have succumbed to her plea even if his dick felt like it had been burning. What really floored him was how sincere she sounded. She was a terrible liar, so when she said it like that he figured she meant it, at least in the heat of the moment.

Within seconds his dick had rebounded to its fully erect state. He screamed "Yes, Mom! You can have it! Suck me! Suck my cock!" He pivoted, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so she'd have easy access to his crotch as he sat there.

She looked up and saw his hardness. A great smile spread across her face. "Oh, goody! Thank you, Son! Mommy's so happy now. You've made Mommy so very-"

She interrupted her own words, because she had continued crawling closer until her mouth finally met up with his erection. She sucked with a will and a passion, but after only a couple of bobs down his shaft she suddenly remembered the reason why they had to do this a second time. She took his stiff pole out of her mouth briefly as she held it with both hands.

"Oopsie, Tiger, I almost forgot. I have to perform the abnormality check first or I'll forget it again. Remember that? I should do this before I get too excited. I'll just keep sucking on the tip while I do the check with my hands on all those other fat, smooth, cocky inches. Ready?"

He knew he didn't even need to nod, so he didn't.

She stuffed his cockhead back in her mouth and explored the rest of his boner with her hands. It was less a systematic check and more just an all-out fondling designed to get him off. But it was close enough for her to satisfy herself that she'd done the necessary check. After all, she did manage to explore every last inch of his rod, in fact many times over, as well as his balls, and she didn't notice any unusual bumps.

Once again she gave him indescribable pleasure. Because he had climaxed relatively recently, and so often that day, he was able to hold out for a really long time. His bliss overrode any residual soreness, so he avoided cumming for as long as possible.

Susan's mouth seemed permanently attached to his cock as she caressed, tongued, swirled, sucked, and all but worshipped it for many long minutes. She closed her eyes and tuned out everything else. She was totally lost in the act, and so was he.

MMMM! Son! I'm so lucky! How many mommies are blessed with a son with such a THICK and POWERFUL and DEMANDING cock? Mmmm! And such stamina! I keep licking and sucking and licking and sucking and stroking and licking, and he STILL refuses to give up his sweet load! I'm trying out some of Suzanne's best tricks, but he keeps holding out anyway! Mmmm! Gaawwwd, it makes me so hot! It's like he's rubbing the fact in my face that I'm nothing but his big-titted mommy slut, and my role is just to SUCK and SERVE and LOVE every last inch of his impressive manhood! MMMM! No, I take that back: I'm his big-titted mommy ****! YES! Oh God! Too hot! I'm gonna cum again!

All he could hear of that was her continual lusty moaning of "MMMM!," but he could tell her arousal was in the stratosphere.

He thought, This is bliss! This is total mind-melting bliss! Mom is soooo into it! I thought I'd still be feeling pain and soreness, and maybe I actually am, but it's like an ant getting stomped by an elephant. Forget it! This is bliss! I know I just said that, but it's so true! Gaawwwd! Mom is a fuckin' perfect cocksucker! She's GOOD! I swear, she's as good as Aunt Suzy!

He wasn't just saying that. She'd been good before, thanks to her boundless enthusiasm, but now she was trying out the tricks that she'd learned earlier from Suzanne, taking her efforts to an entirely new level. Actually, it wasn't so much the exact things she did as the fact that she was continuously changing her approach and style. She wasn't just bobbing steadily, like she'd done much of the time before. Now he had no idea how she'd vary things up from moment to moment, except that he knew it would feel incredible.

Under normal circumstances, all the tricks and moves she was doing would have caused him to climax in a minute or less. Thanks to his PC muscle control and the fact that he'd climaxed not long before, he was able to hold out for a few minutes longer. When he got close to the edge, she sensed that and slowed down somewhat, hoping to keep the fun going indefinitely. But there were biological limits his body had to obey - it was impossible to remain erect forever in the face of such talented stimulation.

She could sense he was getting close. Oh no! Tiger, please hold out! Mommy wants to suck you all night long. I've been needing this for such a long time. Sunday night was great, but that hardly counted. For one thing, I was so emotionally conflicted. But now ... now! The wonder! This feels so good and so right! My jaw extended all the way open, my lips so tightly sealed around your impressive thickness, my tongue right on your sweet spot, my hands full of so much COCK! Mmmm! And it doesn't stop there, because my entire body is ALIVE! I swear, my nipples are on FIRE! I love this feeling of total nudity, of freedom. And the kneeling! The kneeling! That's the BEST!

No, it's all the best! But Tiger, I want you to cum so bad, and yet I'm hoping you'll hold out. What I really want is for you to cum on my face and my big tits and then stay hard so we can do it all over again! Yes! YES! MMMM!

Finally, he could take no more - he shot a particularly big load into her ready and waiting mouth.

Unfortunately, the ejaculation brought his pain and soreness back. His dick hurt so much that he nearly wanted to cry out. Even watching her eagerly guzzling down his seed didn't help much. But he would have done it all over again if given the choice, because the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

His shooting off spontaneously triggered her own orgasm, even though she hadn't touched herself at all. Just the idea of being a naked horny **** willing to crawl to her son's cock was nearly enough to get her off, in and of itself, and she'd only gotten more aroused since then as she pleasured him.

At the height of their orgasmic climaxes, she thought, I AM a **** to your cock! Yes I am! That's exactly what I am! God, it's so good! She'd never really allowed herself such thoughts before, but now that she was verbalizing them to herself, it was like a powerful mental orgasm hitting her alongside the physical one. She felt a sense of purpose, and even freedom somehow, as she reveled in the idea of living to serve her son's sexual pleasure.

But as both of them recovered a bit, she began to regret her thoughts. She couldn't believe that mere moments before she'd luxuriated in the idea of being a ****, in any sense of the word. As had become her habit, she started licking his penis and balls clean once his orgasm had subsided. But now her doubts so overwhelmed her that she stopped licking his dick clean before she was completely done and pulled back.

Since the "cleaning" had no real effect on how clean his penis and balls actually were, Alan didn't even notice that she'd finished early.

She put an arm over her rack and a hand over her bush, then said to him in a stern and serious tone, "Now, Tiger, today was very unusual, because you had such a hard time getting aroused. All those things I said about being a **** and serving you and so forth, that was just talk to get you aroused, you understand? Same with the naked crawling and begging; that was just acting. So don't get any big ideas, okay? It's not like I really want to do anything with your penis like that. I'm your mother and you need to respect me. I was **** to say those things for your benefit, so we could do the check properly and also get another checkmark on your chart. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom." He knew better than to try to dissuade her of her illusions. It wasn't clear how much even she believed her thin excuses. He understood she didn't mean those arousing words anymore, but he was pretty sure she'd really meant them in the heat of the moment. Besides, he was too wiped out to talk much.

She nodded. "Okay. Then let's get cleaned up here. Your father or sister could be home any minute, so let's hurry."

Somehow, she found the idea of sucking off her son's cock even as her husband was coming home to be incredibly erotic. Frankly, Ron doesn't deserve a woman like me. When he leaves, Tiger will be the man of the house. He's eighteen and a full adult now. Okay, so it's not like I'll be his "****"; that's just crazy. But he will be the one giving the orders, just like how he tells me what to wear and what not to wear, even if that means going completely naked.

Indeed, with Ron gone, Tiger might order me to stay naked twenty-four hours a day! Always ready to drop to my knees to suck and serve. Gaawwwd, wouldn't that be totally hot?! Mmmm!

These thoughts got her highly aroused all over again. With her hand on her pussy, she was tempted to stick a finger or two inside, but she too was suffering from soreness due to unaccustomed over-activity. She'd lost count of the orgasms she'd had while sucking him, and the number of times she'd already masturbated that day.

She found herself wondering if he could get it up yet again. But she knew that was probably not physically possible, not to mention that Ron would be home soon, so she hid her feelings and tried to focus on God and religion.

Her mind again raced in confusion between lust and morality. She came to the conclusion, The Lord moves in mysterious ways. This must be right. Suzanne has pointed out so many times lately that a handjob or blowjob is not ****. It's not! I'm actually saving him from the sin of Onan, if I can stop him from masturbating. And Ron's rendered our marital fidelity null and void with all his cheating. As long as I don't go any further, it should be okay. God may frown at how readily I succumb to the deadly sin of Lust sometimes, but it's not like I'll go to Hell for any of this. After all, I'm doing a good deed, helping him with his prescribed medical treatment.

Then she remembered her goodnight kiss from the night before. She was hoping it could become a nightly tradition, so she acted like it was something they'd done for years. "I guess I should tuck you in and give you your kiss now, since it's already so late."

She sat on the edge of his bed while he got under the covers. She leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheeks, nose, forehead, ears, and even neck. But even with her newfound love of blowjobs, a mouth-to-mouth kiss was still taboo, now that she'd mostly calmed down again.

His hands were kneading her ass cheeks as they kissed. But since she was still naked, he reached out between the kissing and groped at a tit.

It took her a few moments, but she finally said, "Stop that, you naughty, naughty, cum-filled boy."

Her words sounded more arousing than chiding, so he kept on playing with her boob.

She finally growled unhappily. Naturally she liked what he was doing, but she worried that it would make her lose control again, and she knew that her husband and daughter were due home soon.

"What?" he asked innocently, even as he kept on playing with her body.

She griped, "The rules! When your father leaves, I might just have to give you a hand, so to speak, more frequently than just Tuesdays. But only if you're a very good boy. Or I should say 'man, ' because you're a real man now. He'll be home any minute, as will your sister, so behave."

They kissed a little more in relatively innocent ways, with Susan again exploring his ears with her tongue and lips, while Alan preferred to fondle her ass since that was one squeezable erogenous zone he was allowed to touch.

After a few more minutes he sighed happily. "Aaaah! You know, Mom, this is almost as much fun for me as the blowjob. Er, I mean the abnormality check. Lying here with your naked body on mine, I feel so close to you."

As she nibbled his nose, she pointed out, "That's because you are. We couldn't get much closer."

"Yeah, but I mean emotionally. You're the greatest mom ever, but you're so much more. It's like ... you belong to me, and I belong to you."

She shivered upon hearing that. She loved every word, but the phrase "you belong to me" was what really made her shiver. Oh! It's so true! I do belong to him! I'm his big-titted, cocksucking mommy now. Mmmm. His personal cocksucker! Oops, I mean one of his personal cocksuckers. I don't want to tell him that too often because he's liable to get too excited with Ron still here, but that's what I am!

Eventually, her worry about Ron coming home motivated her to disengage and stand up.

She collected her clothes and the phone she'd brought with her. She made such a sexy production out of bending over and picking them all up that he got mentally aroused again, even though his dick was a goner for the rest of the evening.

After blowing him one last goodnight kiss, she left, still nude, still holding her clothes and the phone in her hands. She felt sad about having to go, but she consoled herself that there would be many other times like this in the future.

Man! Mom is all woman! I just can't square the "new mom" with her prudish ways. Maybe it's true when they say the prudish librarian types turn out to be the hottest firecrackers. She's so intense and passionate it literally takes my breath away. Maybe she's making up for a lifetime of lost opportunities? Whatever. I'm just blessed that she's "coming out" for me!

Not five minutes later, Ron drove up the driveway.

Suzanne phoned immediately: "Susan, he's here!"

Susan answered the phone. "I know! I've got it covered. I'm in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Not surprisingly, Tiger left me all covered in his spermy goo." That was a prevarication, since he'd shot his load in her mouth, but it's how she felt and she wanted to boast a little.

"How was it?"

"Glorious! I was terribly naughty, but I don't feel as guilty as I did before. Your tips worked out great. Thanks! You should have seen the look on his face when I blew him TWICE!"

"Twice? Susan, I'm impressed."

"Well, it was only once more since I talked to you earlier. Still, it was great! Gaawwwd! I just feel like his creamy seed is all over me! It's the best feeling ever. It's like I'm covered in his love! I think there's a lingering spermy smell. But let's talk about it tomorrow; I can hear Ron entering the house. Gotta run!"

"Okay. Bye!"

Later that night, as Susan lay in bed with her husband, she felt really guilty and vowed not to let such behavior happen again. Or at least, not much. I can't do that every day. As much as I'd love to! No. It's wrong. I shouldn't have implied anything more to him. I'm so weak. "**** to your cock." What was that?! It was like I was high on ****. God, I really need to get my head examined. Are evil, sinful forces that much at work inside me? Lust is a cardinal sin, after all. But it is for a good cause, a medical necessity. Suzanne says I really have **** in the matter...

I'm so torn. I need to talk to Suzanne tomorrow, first thing after breakfast. She's so wise; she'll tell me what to do.

She tossed and turned, then decided, No, for once, I can't rely on her advice. She really needs my help in keeping Tiger's fat cock well drained every day, so she's biased on this. She'll just talk me into serving his cock again and again and again. I have to make up my own mind. I know I live for my children much of the time, but I have to think about what's best for me sometimes too.

She tossed and turned for a few more minutes, following her racing thoughts. Finally, she concluded, Just Tuesdays. That's all. If I limit it to just Tuesdays, I can go wild and suck his cock a good five or six times that day. Maybe help him reach his quota all by myself. Mmmm! Yum! Then that'll have to hold me for the rest of the week. Right?

Okay, Tuesdays and emergencies. For instance if he has a really bad case of blue balls and no one else is there to help ... The thing is, he has so many emergencies. His member seems to be erect ALL the time!

All right, here's the deal. If I can just hold my urges to one day a week, or thereabouts ... Just a couple other times here and there ... Please, Lord, give me the strength to resist!