Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye: Part 3

CHAPTER 7

Alan happened to look up first and saw Susan. Shit! We're screwed! He grabbed Katherine by the hair so she'd pay attention and said, "Uh-oh, we're busted."

Katherine had been so into her cocksucking that she didn't realize Susan had opened the door, or even really register what he'd just said. So he tugged on her hair until it hurt and she looked up. She stared wide-eyed at her mother, with her lips still locked tightly about an inch below the crown of his cockhead.

Needless to say, there was no denying what their mother had caught them doing.

Susan looked more angry than shocked, which caused Alan to guess she wasn't entirely surprised about what she was seeing. She probably failed to knock or call our names on purpose, he deduced.

The three of them were frozen, staring silently at each other.

Alan didn't miss the fact that Susan was dressed in a sexy nightie. It was just decent enough for her to be seen in it by someone like Katherine, although the lower portion was surprisingly short. He could even see a little bit of her pussy peeking out below it. But at the same time, it was hard to explain why she'd be wearing a nightie when they hadn't even eaten dinner yet!

Words failed Susan. What is a mother supposed to say when she catches her daughter sucking her son's dick? Especially when much of her anger is because she wants to be the one doing it instead? I've been bursting at the seams waiting for Ron to leave, and then for Amy to leave, and I was so ready to do something fun with my cutie Tiger. Instead, I find this!

She was pissed off and hurt. Alan was right that she'd more or less intentionally failed to knock so she could find out what was going on, but she nonetheless was shocked and appalled at what she'd found.

Katherine continued to stare at Susan with big surprised eyes, but she instinctively and unthinkingly kept sucking on the tasty erection in her mouth. She was too close to getting a nice load to stop.

Alan knew he was right on the verge, so he clenched his PC muscle for all he was worth to stave off the orgasm.

Susan still hadn't said a word. Finally she cried out, "Angel, take that thing out of your mouth!" She was incredulous that she had to say that. Yet, despite everything, she was also aroused at the sight. She had developed an almost- Pavlovian reaction to Alan's erection: she couldn't help get aroused by it, no matter what the situation. And that went double or triple when she was watching it get sucked by a beautiful woman.

Katherine complied quickly, removing Alan's stiffness from her mouth with both hands. Susan could go months without so much as raising her voice, but Katherine remembered how angry she could get on the rare occasions when she did get mad. Nothing was worth that.

"I'd baked you both some cookies just to be nice, and I find ... this! As soon as Amy is out the door, you're on each other like, like, dogs in heat!" Susan stammered.

Alan thought quickly. This could have been a lot worse. Sis isn't doing anything that Aunt Suzy or Mom hasn't done to me already. Lucky she wasn't fingering herself too, or I wasn't shooting all over Aims, or... A lot of naughty possibilities flashed through his mind. It also dawned on him that her comment showed she still had no idea that Amy was involved. Man! It could have been A LOT worse!

"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked with false naïveté. "Sis is helping to stimulate me to orgasm. Isn't that okay, now that Ron is gone?" He tried to sound cool and collected, even though his heart was in his throat.

"No, it's not okay!" Susan huffed, her hand still on the doorknob. "We never discussed this! We never discussed if your sister... If she..."

Words failed Susan completely, but then she started again with another burst of anger. "Katherine Anne Plummer, you're grounded! You shouldn't have done this without discussing it with me first! Who knows what kind of unholy, sinful things could happen between you two if you don't use some sense!"

She stabbed her finger repeatedly in Katherine's direction. "You're going to be punished, young lady! Big time! I'm grounding you. No leaving this house for a week, my so-called Angel, except straight to school and back!"

"But Moooooom!" Katherine whined. Her hands were still grasping Alan's boner. Amazingly, it remained erect despite the interruption. Even more remarkably, Katherine's hands found themselves stroking him again. She didn't plan it or even realize it was happening; it had just become an automatic response: when she had her brother's dick in her hands, she naturally stroked it.

"Why is it I get punished and not Alan?" she asked.

Susan blushed and looked away as she answered. "Because his, uh, manhood has very great needs. He's a terribly cum-filled boy. He has to cum so often that he's **** for stimulation. His heavy balls were probably so filled with sperm that he wasn't in his right mind when you two started this. He's burdened enough trying to find new ways to get rid of all that nasty cum. You're the one that has to have most of the restraint."

"That's so unfair," Katherine grumped as she stroked. "You don't even know the full story, and already you forgive him and blame me!"

Susan's eyes locked on Katherine's sliding fingers. "I know enough! Don't try to sidetrack me by pretending this is about Alan. And stop jacking him off already! Are you clear on your punishment?"

Katherine was clear, but as she thought about the ramifications she asked, "What about the S-Club? What about cheerleading for the football game?" She was particularly interested in not missing a single S-Club meeting, given that they were actually orgies with Kim and Alan.

"Nothing that school doesn't require! Now go to your room!" She tugged on the bottom hem of her nightie, knowing full well that it didn't quite cover her pussy. The tugging didn't make much difference.

"Okay, Mom," Katherine replied forlornly, but she delayed. Even after all this, she still had Alan's pulsing hard-on in her hands and it felt too nice to let go. In fact, she couldn't even stop stroking it, despite Susan's command to do just that. It was like being **** to get out of a toasty warm bed on a cold winter's morning. But more than that, both she and Alan were so close to mutual climaxes that to stop before that was like trying to stop a runaway train on the head of a dime.

Katherine was still in such an erotic fog despite being lectured by Susan that Susan's words were only half registering. She tried to look at her mother and pay attention, but her horny mind was distracted by the hot piece of meat she kept stroking, not to mention Susan's risqué clothing.

Susan's green nightie was another newly-purchased one that drew attention to her pussy because the skirt failed to completely cover it. Even a couple weeks earlier, she never would have worn something like that, even in her own bedroom.

Katherine giggled, and said without thinking, "You're wearing a nightgown?"

Susan blushed some more, aware that she looked silly since it was still hours before it was time to go to bed. She tugged uselessly at its bottom hem once more, failing again to completely cover her wet pussy. She'd expected to find Alan alone and wanted to tempt him before sucking his cock dry. She said while coughing nervously and looking away, "Um, yes. The, uh, dress policy is back to how it was before Ron arrived. Visual stimulation and all that. Now, go!"

Katherine dropped her head obediently. But she still didn't stop stroking.

Susan's gaze drifted back to her daughter's hands. They nearly completely covered Alan's erection, so it might have been a bit hard to see what exactly was happening if those hands had been keeping relatively still, but there was no way Susan could miss how Katherine's fingers were sloshing and sliding all over his wet pole. She hadn't made a big stink about it yet, mostly because she was as horny as she was angry, but Katherine's continued defiance made it impossible for her to continue ignoring what was happening.

For a few seconds, the squishy sound of Katherine's fingers was the only noise in the room. Susan could feel her pussy tingling and throbbing, and saliva forming in her mouth.

Then she suddenly barked, "Angel, what are you doing? Stop that stroking this instant! I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Yeah, Sis, please stop!" Alan pleaded. "I can't hold on!" He was fighting for dear life to hold back, but his cock was already past the point of no return.

Susan nearly yelled when she watched his hips start to buck as he lost control. "Buster, you'd better hold that load in! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, and this is no time to go and-"

"Aaaaaaah!" he screamed. "No good! I'm losing it!"

His boner trembled and shook in Katherine's hands like a volcano about to erupt.

Susan, with her hand still on the doorknob, gaped in shock at what she knew would inevitably happen next. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open, making her look even more amazed than when she'd first burst into the room.

Katherine was still sitting between Alan's legs, with her face was mere inches from the tip of his dick. Given that positioning, there was only one thing that could happen: his cum shot out the tip of his erection like water bursting through a crack in a dam. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the facial she knew she was about to receive.

His cock was already wet with saliva and pre-cum, with Katherine's hands slithering in excitement up and down his slippery rod. She figured that as long as this was happening, she might as well enjoy it to its fullest, whether Susan was watching or not. Occasionally, her sliding hands went over the head of his dick, diverting the blast momentarily from her face into her wet hands.

Overall, most of Alan's cum landed squarely in the middle of Katherine's face, almost as if he were hitting a bulls-eye. It was a good thing her eyes were closed, because her eyelids, eyebrows, cheeks and nose took most of the spray.

When it was over, Katherine was afraid to open her eyes because of the cum all over them. She was also afraid to see Susan's disapproving face. Since she was already thoroughly addicted to the taste of Alan's unusually delicious cum, she had a strong desire to lick her face and stuff her mouth full with his jism. But she suspected that such ostentatious licking would only get her in more trouble with Susan. She knew she'd already pushed her luck way too far.

However, it turned out that there was so much cum around her nose that some of it ran in rivulets right into her mouth. She delightfully rolled the fresh gobs of cum around her mouth, which her mother had no way of proving.

Susan was livid. "KATHERINE! Into your room! NOW! I've never seen such insolence in this family! I'm hurt! Shocked! Go before I fly completely off the handle! And clean yourself off, for crying out loud! Your face is so covered in your brother's yummy cum that... well, I don't know what!"

She couldn't say it, but she was twice as mad at Katherine as before, because she'd wanted Alan's hard cock for herself. Now he'd be flaccid for a while, and that ruined her plans.

Susan finally let go of the doorknob so Katherine could leave. Her eyes shot daggers as her daughter stumbled past, but the effect was lost since Katherine couldn't see.

Katherine fled the room with her eyes still closed. She couldn't remember her mother being this angry at her in years. She had no chance to pick up her clothes from the floor as she exited because she couldn't see them, so she just left them there as she hurried away. She did bump into one wall when she blindly made her way across the hall, but it wasn't too bad since she knew the house quite well.

Back in her room, Katherine planned to clean her face off properly: one hand would scoop cum into her mouth and the other would be deep in her pussy. She imagined it would be the last time for a while that she'd get the chance to taste her brother's cum, at least when in her own house, so she was going to enjoy the experience while she still had the chance.

CHAPTER 8

Susan focused her anger on Alan, crossing his bedroom to stand right in front of him.

Alan sat on the edge of his bed with nothing on. His penis was a semi-turgid, gooey mess. His thighs too were dripping with errant cum streaks. He considered covering up his crotch with his hands, but then he looked up at his steaming mad mother.

Somehow, he found the rare instances of her being really angry extremely arousing. Partly it was because she had a habit when she was upset of crossing her arms beneath her tits, pushing them up and out, as she was doing at the moment. But mostly it was her face, which was flushed and intensely passionate.

He figured that if he held onto his dick, he might find himself unconsciously stroking it before long, just as Katherine had been busted for doing. So he decided to keep his hands clear of that area and think unsexy thoughts. He let his cummy dick just lie on his thigh in open view.

Susan's if-looks-could-kill eyes were now aimed at him. "Alan Evan Plummer! Am I ANGRY! Just because I'm not going to punish you doesn't mean you're off the hook!"

He knew that whenever she called him by his first and last name, it was a bad sign. To throw in his middle name on top of that was the Plummer family version of being sent to **** row.

"But Mom!" he bravely defended himself. "Don't blame me! We were right on the edge of climax when you came in. I can't help my body. You know I can't stop these things once they get started. My body just takes over. My body betrayed me! I'm sorry!"

She nearly snarled, "Your 'body.' You mean THAT." She pointed at his penis. It was going flaccid quite rapidly. "As usual lately, that's the source of all our troubles. Your member has turned this house upside down!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! It's like what you were just saying to Sis, how I have great needs. The doctor said I have to climax six times a day, each time after prolonged stimulation. What am I supposed to do?! That's what I have to do!"

Susan was calming down, especially since she her jealousy had made her angrier at Katherine and Katherine was gone. After a pause, she spat out tersely, "I know, I know. But darn it, why does it, why does it have to be so BIG?!"

Alan hadn't expected that. He had to redouble his efforts to stay limp and not rebound immediately to full hardness, but he was losing the battle. Seeing her all angry was just too arousing for him. Additionally, he couldn't help but notice that an angry fist she'd been holding in front of her chest was now pumping up and down ever so slightly, as if her subconscious wanted to jack him off.

She continued to stand near the door and stare at him, though her facial expression had become slightly less angry. For what seemed like the thousandth time in recent weeks, he stared at her huge tits, which as usual made it difficult for him to think rationally.

Her nightie didn't particularly highlight her boobs, at least not compared to some of the other things she'd been wearing lately, but that didn't matter. It occurred to him that it was almost irrelevant what she wore anymore; everything about his sexy mother got him hard. Besides, he now knew every inch of her body so well from constant staring, not to mention frequently fondling, that when she was clothed he was able to imagine her naked and visualize that perfectly.

He noticed too that her anger was not that much different from her arousal: her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. In fact, he was pretty sure that the anger was fading and the arousal was taking over, in part because he could see the lower half of her pussy. He noticed that she was getting quite wet.

She went on, slightly less menacingly, "Why does it have to be so thick and hard and tasty all the time? Nine or ten inches, at the very least."

In fact, it was slightly less than eight inches, and he'd told her that numerous times, but she kept insisting that it must be two inches longer.

She raved, "Look! It's getting erect again even as I speak, God dammit! And so delicious! Damn you! How do you expect me to be a good, responsible mother in the face of all that spermy goodness? Stop being so sexy!"

She pointed at his dick with an outstretched arm while using her other hand to block her view. She made it seem as if Alan had some unholy demon between his legs that was too dangerous to even look at.

He was calmer now. He could clearly see her anger passing and her lust rising. "Mom, I can't help it. That's just how it is."

"I know. But it's not fair! Not fair!" She stared at his long, fat prick more overtly now. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she suddenly shook them in the air in abject frustration. "I try to run a respectable house here. But your sister obeys the throbs of your cock more than the weight of my words. She was sucking you off! Cocksucking! My innocent Angel! Did you see her face? Covered in sperm. Absolutely soaking in it! Obscene. Completely obscene! And of course you had to splooge out a really huge load, as usual. Her face was just..."

Her voice trailed off, in part because she was tempted to say "sexy" or "hot." Seeing Alan shoot his load all over Katherine's face had aroused her more than she was willing to admit even to herself.

She concluded helplessly, "What am I going to do?!"

In a flash, the remnants of Susan's anger faded away, to be replaced by anguish and defeat. Utterly drained, she sat on the bed next to him. She pointed at his rapidly engorging penis. "And look at that thing! It didn't even have time to get flaccid before it gets hard as steel again. What am I supposed to do with it? It just keeps needing to cum and cum and cum, and it never stops!"

He looked over at her face, and felt like his heart would break to see her so sad. He thought, Look at that. This is why I could never purposely go against her will or make her mad. I have to make her feel better! Come on; don't be sad, Mom!

He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged. "Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." He could see that she was right on the verge of tears. "It's not your fault. It's my dick that's to blame. And this treatment. All this six-times-a-day stuff has made my dick extremely excitable all the time. Like right now. It has a mind of its own. I'm sorry Mom. I don't mean to blame you, but it tends to get like this whenever you're near."

Both of them looked down at his still exposed, slippery crotch. His dick was suddenly harder than ever, even twitching in the air as if looking for a tight female hole to fill.

That sight seemed to divert Susan from her sadness. Despite her anguish, she couldn't help but think, Look how hard I get him. And so fast. He just came minutes ago, and now he's like steel all over again, because of me! Is it my nightie? Or is it my body? I think it's my body, 'cos I have much sexier nighties these days. I wonder how much more he'd love it if I took my nightie all the way off.

He said pleadingly, "Don't blame Sis, okay? She sees how I have needs, and she was just trying to help. She was just doing what you and Aunt Suzy have already done; what's wrong with that? The two of you couldn't always be here to help, so she stepped in."

He could feel Susan trembling in his partial embrace. "I just can't imagine my darling Tiger with my sweet Angel. It's just too ... strange! Your medical treatment is simply too much for me to take sometimes."

She inhaled deeply and realized how much the room smelled like her son's cum. Oh dear. He really has to air this place out. It's so stuffy and smelly. She looked at the open door. I wish we had more privacy. It would look awkward if I got up and closed the door now.

"Mom, don't you think you're being too harsh on Sis? This wasn't the first time, that's true. But she should be commended, not punished. When I was hanging out with her and Amy, they were helping out with visual stimulation and so my dick got stiff. Really stiff, so much that it hurt. Blue balls. She saw my suffering and her heart went out to the brother she loves. Once Amy left, she tried her best to help out. She's seen what you and Aunt Suzy are doing, and she felt she needed to handle her share of the load. Er, so to speak." He grimaced at the accidental double meaning. "Even if it wasn't something sexual and pleasurable, she still would have done the same, because that's the kind of person she is."

He rubbed Susan's back comfortingly. Her nightie had very little fabric in the back, which let him be acutely aware of the sensual feel of his hand sliding against her silky skin. He was also quite conscious that he was still totally nude and that she was dressed in nothing but a skimpy nightie. Despite all the emotional distress, he nonetheless found himself horny as hell. The fact that she kept mentioning how big, thick, and tasty his cock was certainly contributed to that mood.

Her body language welcomed his touch, but she nonetheless began to cry. "I must be a horrible mother. To have my son... with my daughter..." She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed.

"There, there, it's not your fault," he consoled her. "It's nobody's fault. It's just biological. I have certain needs that have to be taken care of, thanks to this crazy medical situation. She was just trying to help. It's not ****; it's just the same as how you and Aunt Suzy have been helping me..."

"I know, I know, but..." she cried. "But it's just... It feels wrong. Even merely hearing that word makes me queasy! The 'I' word. I know where she's coming from, but other people wouldn't understand. I just can't see how we could be put in this situation with that doctor's approval. It's crazy! I mean, she took such a big load right in the middle of her face! Did you see that? Your special seed completely soaking her face? All that fresh, potent sperm dripping down her cheeks?"

"It's called a facial, Mom. Or a pearl necklace. Although I guess that's more used when doing it on the chest."

"I know that. Suzanne's been teaching me things. You've painted my face enough times for me to know that term VERY well." She huffed at that, but it was increasing her arousal as well.

She went on, "But how am I supposed to react to that sexy sight, even if she had good intentions? Not to mention the sight of your pumping cock shooting out all that sperm. I meant, uh, your penis, or er, member. Penis, let's call it. Seeing that is rather, uh, troublesome. Not to mention coming here and seeing your thick, uh, penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth! How much can I take? This just isn't normal. And I'm worried. Two young people like you might be well intentioned and just trying to follow the doctor's orders at first, but do you know when to stop?"

"I know, Mom. It's weird. But please don't be mad at me or Sis, okay? Why don't you go to her now and have a talk about boundaries? Now that she and I have done this much already, what's the harm of her helping me out sometimes, if she understands the same limits that you gave Aunt Suzy? I need all the help I can get. Especially while Ron was here, you and Aunt Suzy weren't helping enough. Actually, Aunt Suzy tried, but you wouldn't let her either. It's been SO difficult for me to cum six times a day. You wouldn't even understand how tough it is! I've been having blue balls all the time, all week long!"

He wasn't really lying overtly; he was just playing up his so-called "needs" to gain sympathy.

Susan looked at his crotch once more. His prick was very erect and VERY inviting. Very insistently erect. She looked at the door to the room, which still hung open. She again consciously smelled the room. The scent of cum made her weak in the knees and drove all reason from her brain.

She'd been longing to suck his cock so badly since dropping Ron at the airport that she was practically aching with need. She remembered when she'd given Suzanne her punishment the day before yesterday. Then she'd envisioned that she'd be sucking Alan off four times a day at least, but it hadn't worked out that way at all. Her need was simply overwhelming.

She wrung her hands together and fidgeted. It was all she could do not to just lean over and **** her mouth onto his erection while grabbing the base with her hands, pumping it both orally and manually until she was rewarded with a big load. But she held back, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," she said contritely. "Your father obviously wouldn't understand any of this, so I've been staying away from you, and trying to keep everyone else away from you. I haven't been that successful, but I've been trying. I forgot how difficult it must be for you. When your penis was hurting on Tuesday, it must have been because you had to do it yourself, without anyone helping. We can't have that. And I can't forgive myself for aiding and abetting your Onanistic sin last night. I'll try... I'll try to be better."

CHAPTER 9

Susan stared at his crotch and licked her lips. "Look at that. It's like that darned Energizer Bunny. Oops, pardon my language."

Sensing where this was going, he took her hand and guided it to his crotch. Without any additional guidance, her fingers immediately grasped his shaft.

He held his hand over hers. "Look at that, Mom. Feel it. Feel how hard it is. That's a problem, a big problem. A big, hard, continual problem. How can I keep that drained enough times a day? Sis loves me, and she just wants to be a good, loving, helpful sister. Is that so bad?"

"Well, no... Not if you put it that way..." The motion was very subtle at first, but her fingers started to slide up and down a little bit. This was helped considerably by the fact that his dick was so slicked up from what Katherine had done.

He moved in for the rhetorical kill. "Trying to keep up with my daily target is a never-ending struggle. And then, as if that wasn't tough enough, you had to go and kiss Ron even after you explicitly promised me that you wouldn't!"

Susan gasped, blushing, "Son! I'm sorry! I'm so very sorry! I thought about that in the car for the entire drive home, and have been ever since. I wanted to apologize to you, but I was waiting until we could be alone. Can you possibly forgive me? Please?" She stared intently into his eyes as she said that. Meanwhile her hand kept stroking his boner, seemingly on auto-pilot.

He wasn't so bothered by that kiss anymore. It already seemed like a long time ago, especially the more it sank in that Ron was finally gone. On top of that, Alan was enjoying a great erotic buzz thanks to her busy fingers. But he wanted to milk his grievance all he could, in the hope that he could use it to lessen her anger over what she'd caught him and Katherine doing. He said, "Well, I don't know."

She hastily (and truthfully) volunteered, "I kept my lips closed! I did! And he did too. It was really short. It was just like a peck on the cheek, except it happened to be on the mouth. What could I do? I didn't want him to get suspicious. I totally hated it! I really did!"

He hugged her. "Thanks. That makes me feel better." As he hugged her, he subtly pulled the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. The material slipped down some, but was held up for the time being by her erect nipples.

He said, "Still, it shows that everyone makes mistakes. And sometimes we're put in difficult, conflicted situations. Just like Sis. Think of her, wanting to help me, but also not wanting to do something that would upset you. It's kind of like how you were put in a no-win situation with that kiss with Ron."

"I see what you mean," Susan said thoughtfully. Her thumb was rhythmically rubbing his most sensitive spot just below his cockhead while she pondered the issue. "But still, two wrongs don't make a right. I'm still mad at her, but maybe not as mad as before."

Pleased, he kissed her on the lips. That quickly turned into a prolonged make-out session during which she kept jacking him off.

Once her nightie fell away further, he fondled her titanic tits freely. She finally broke the kiss to say lustily, "Son, a verbal apology about what I did at the airport isn't enough. I think I need to show you that I'm YOUR girl, and no one else's. Not Ron's, not anybody's! I belong to you!" She looked pointedly at his erection, and at her hand sliding around it in clockwise and counterclockwise motions. "Would you like me to apologize... with my mouth?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd love it." A shiver of excitement passed up his spine at the tone of her request. Her voice wasn't dripping with lust like Suzanne's almost always was. She'd said it in the same neutral way she'd always used when offering to help him button his shirt and the like. Somehow he found that even MORE arousing. He never forgot that she was his mother, and that taboo fact drove him wild.

She let go of his hard-on and stood up so that she could remove her nightie completely. "Mommy knows best," she muttered as she stripped down to just her high heels. "Mommy wants so very much to be a good cocksucker for you. Let me squeeze all that nasty, naughty sperm right out of you!"

He lay down on the bed to get more comfortable, stretching out with his hands behind his head.

She crawled up on the bed, positioning herself between his legs. She purred in a sultry voice, "I think I need to give a VERY special and prolonged apology to your cock! What do you think?"

He grunted his approval.

She bent down, closed her eyes, and went to town. She sighed happily as she strained to fit his bulbous cockhead in her mouth.

She tried to keep a cool demeanor and pretend that she had her emotions under control, but she was deceiving only herself. Just the mere act of slipping her lips around his thick shaft calmed her trembling nerves and soothed her mind, but also sent her libido into overdrive. She had a way of getting into pleasuring him 110%, which blocked out all other disturbing thoughts.

She thought to herself, It's so hard for me! So hard. My Angel, bless her soul, I love her dearly, but she clearly is no match for me when it comes to cock tending. Mommies DO know best. I'm not going to leave him unsatisfied. I don't care if the door IS open! If Angel comes by, she's just going to have to watch and learn how a proper cocksucking is really done!

It was a sign of her softening mood that she referred to Katherine as "Angel" in her thoughts.

As she bobbed on him, he said, "I have to tell you, when we got home from the airport I was hoping that you could do exactly what you're doing right now. I was looking forward to it more than words can say. But then Amy was here, and she needed to talk. I knew you'd be bummed, but what could I do? I tried hard to get away and back to you, but it was like everything was conspiring against me. Ask Sis! She'll tell you I was trying to get away, but she was so horny that she wouldn't let me!"

Susan's heart soared. She loved that he cared, and that he understood her frustration. My goodness, how can I possibly stay mad at him? He was just trying to do his best, but this cock, this wonderful cock, it has a mind of its own! She slid her fingers lovingly up and down his shaft, pulling her lips off it so she could kiss it rapidly all the way down to his balls and back.

But it was only out of her mouth for a few moments, because she loved sucking it most of all. She bobbed happily for a couple of minutes, all the while in seventh heaven.

Her joy was disrupted when Alan coughed and said, "Um, Mom? Can you stop for a minute? 'Cos if you don't, I'm gonna blow!"

She pulled off and wiped his pre-cum, and her saliva, from her chin. Even so, she kept stroking his shaft with one hand.

"Um, Mom, you'd better stop even that. I'm too close!"

"Oh, poo!" she pouted, but took her hand off his pole as well.

Seeing that there was going to be a break in the action, she stood up and quickly crossed the room to close the door. Then she rushed back to the bed and grabbed his shaft again.

"MooooOOOOoooom! Please! I need a break!"

She giggled, "I'm sorry. It's just that I missed doing that so much while I was gone."

They both chuckled at that, since she'd been "gone" for all of two seconds.

After giving it a few more loving squeezes, she reluctantly let go again and asked, "Can I at least play with your balls?"

"I suppose that's okay." Geez! Mom is such a wild, sexy woman when she lets go! I love it!

She immediately cradled his balls with both hands and started gently fondling them. The look of sheer delight on her face made him feel just as happy as she appeared to be.

Within seconds, her fondling went to licking. Mmmm! Maybe I'll just lick them for a few seconds, just to let him know how much I love these sperm-filled sacks!

Before long, she realized she wasn't stopping after only a few seconds. Darn it. I know I said a few seconds, but... Mmmm! Good Lord, I love it so much! She'd meant to limit her action to just his balls, but soon her fingers resumed stroking his shaft as well. Goodness gracious! How did that happen? I'm just shameless. A wanton, shameless hussy! Look at me: I'm on my knees, naked! Completely and utterly naked! Serving my son with my fingers and my tongue! It's not my fault though. All those inches of HOT, hard cock, NEED to be stroked! Mmmm! And his balls! They need to be licked! They really do!

He loved what she was doing. It felt fantastic. But since she wasn't focusing on his sweet spot, for once, the urge to cum wasn't growing to uncontrollable levels. In fact he felt they could keep going like this for hours without him even getting out of breath.

Knowing how horny she was, he figured this was a good time to talk her down from her anger at Katherine. However, he also figured that she'd be more receptive if she was even more aroused, so he bent down, reached out, and pulled on both her nipples.

She shivered visibly all over and stared at him in disbelief. "Ti-Tiger! Wh-wh-what are you doing?!"

"I'm just playing with your nipples a little bit." He twisted them this way and that.

"Son, you can't! It's against the rules!" She clutched her soft globes from below, which seemed like a defensive move but actually pushed them up and out, making them easier to reach.

He gave her a skeptical look. "Mom, if you're buck naked on your knees, fondling and licking my balls while you wait to suck my cock again, you have to accept that your nipples are going to get played with from time to time. That's how these things work. Why are you so against it, anyway?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that it makes me too horny, and then I can't control myself. Oh God! So horny! Too much!" She jerked her head forward and resumed licking his dick, slobbering all over his cockhead. But then, remembering that she was supposed to be taking a break from doing that, she got busy licking his balls instead.

She was relieved, because by getting down and leaning so close to his crotch she took her nipples beyond his reach, which made him stop playing with them. Any nipple play, or even breast play in general, really drove her almost insensibly horny.

He sensed that this was the time to make his appeal, since his brief nipple play seemed to have had its desired effect. "So, I know it was a shock to find Sis doing what she was doing, but now that you've had time to get used to it, it wasn't so bad, was it?"

She replied while fondling and licking his balls, "Well, maybe not. But I'm still not happy. Son, you and Angel, you two are my life! Everything I do, I do for both of you. Well... plus Suzanne and Amy. I realize now that you all are my real family, which doesn't include Ron and his cheating ways. You are all the ones I love. We're a team, aren't we? We have to be honest and work together."

He replied, "I agree completely. Can't you let her keep helping me with my special need?"

Her expression softened some. "Well, we'll see. I'm going to have a talk with her about that."

He felt extremely encouraged by that answer, so he blew her a kiss in appreciation for her understanding attitude.

She saw his gesture and responded by smiling widely before kissing all over his balls.

Man! It's amazing how good she makes me feel, just from going nuts on my balls like this. Well, technically, she is holding my dick up and out of the way, and that's kind of morphed into more stroking than holding, but still. Dang! So much pleasure... Such a constant, heady rush! I need to focus though, while she's blissed out. He asked, "Well couldn't you please cancel her punishment?"

That caused her to stop licking and scowl. "Absolutely not! Her punishment still stands." She went back to licking and fondling his balls and stroking his cock while she continued with less anger, "She should have asked me first. If she wants to stroke or suck your big cock, then, just like Suzanne, she needs to talk to me first, every time. How else can I be sure that things don't get out of hand?"

He was disappointed, but also secretly thrilled, because although she sounded firm on the punishment, her words pretty much confirmed that she would allow Katherine to keep helping him sexually. That was many times more important for the future than a short-term punishment. However, he kept cool about that and continued to press, "But if she had talked to you first, don't you think you would have flat out said 'No?' I think you would have."

She pondered that while she lapped and stroked. "Maybe. But that's only because I want to protect her. Some people might see what we're doing as ****." Without realizing the ironic juxtaposition, she licked her way up his shaft, all the way to the very tip of his cockhead, and then licked back down. Realizing she wasn't supposed to be doing that during his strategic break, she went back to just licking his balls.

He thought, Well, duh! I do! However, he merely said, "Even so, with your attitude, asking you really wasn't a viable option. Please, just think about the situation and try to put yourself in her shoes. Sleep on it before you make up your mind on any punishment, okay?"

"Okay." She was fine with thinking about it some more, especially if she could keep licking his balls at the same time, but she was confident that she wouldn't change the punishment. She was already very determined on that score.