Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye: Part 4

CHAPTER 10

Wanting not to beat the topic into the ground, Alan suddenly exclaimed, "Mom! Please, sit up straight!"

She straightened up, raising her great tits above his crotch. She still kept fondling his balls and "holding" his shaft. "Okay, but why?"

"No, higher." He had an ulterior motive: to get her hands off his crotch, because he wasn't getting enough of a strategic break due to her intense licking and fondling.

She stood up but remained between his legs, which **** her hands to disengage. "How's this?"

"Perfect. You're just so beautiful, it's like your an angel sent to Earth. I just want to look at you." It was cheesy, but he meant it.

She proudly straightened up even more, thrusting her tits out further. "How's this?"

"Holy cow, Mom. Your boobs are so fantastic! I've missed them so very much. I haven't gotten to see you naked enough lately."

She snickered. "I don't know about that. I seem to lose my clothes around you pretty much every single day."

"Yeah, but I can't ever get enough of you. You're soooo insanely beautiful. Do you realize that? And you look so young. Twenty years old. Twenty-two, tops."

She beamed with pride. She preened and posed for him for a minute, just standing still like a model being photographed. She thought with glee, I'm Tiger's personal cocksucker again! Well, one of them. And now I'm going to have to share him with Angel too. I imagine he'll make her one of his personal cocksuckers too, if he hasn't done so already, which is what it looked like. But I should have seen it coming. Now that I think about it, somehow it just seems... right. Tiger really is becoming the man of the house!

She happily placed her arms behind her back, highlighting her humongous rack even more.

He groaned lustily. "Oh yeah! I love that. Geez, Mom, you're just like Aunt Suzy: you're a goddess!"

She was so naturally modest that she was momentarily struck with a loss of how to respond verbally to compliments like that. "Well... Thanks, but... just remember there's much more to your mother than just her bust. My entire body is here for you. Well, except for one part." She shyly brought her hands back around and covered her pussy as she said that.

"I know, Mom; I know. You're the greatest all around. And I don't just mean your body, though I do mean that, too. But when it comes to getting me excited, nothing beats seeing you naked. Not even Aunt Suzy. Every inch of you is perfect. Please be naked for me more often, please?"

"I'll try, if it'll make you feel better," she said, bowing her head, bashful with pride. She was especially pleased to hear that she excited him even more than Suzanne, because she knew that was the highest possible praise, coming from him. But she snapped out of her reverie when she saw how Alan had begun stroking his hard-on.

He didn't intend to end his strategic break just yet, but seeing Susan's voluptuous perfection in front of him was just too inspiring, and he couldn't resist.

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing, Alan Plummer?" she said in a mock huff with her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Mom, but you get me so excited, I couldn't wait."

She quickly got back into position between his legs, figuring that if he was stroking himself, his break was over. "Well, hold your horses. I was waiting for you!" Her hands took control of his boner again, and as she moved her mouth into position, she looked up at him and grinned. "I'm still very sorry over what I did at the airport. I think my mouth needs to do a lot more apologizing, don't you?"

He groaned lustily, thinking of the intense pleasure about to come his way. "Definitely!"

But she started out merely kissing and licking the top of his cockhead. "Look, Son. These same lips that kissed your father earlier, look what they're doing to you now!" A big kiss on his cockhead turned into sucking the top inch or so.

His heart raced wildly. "Are you gonna be my centerfold mom?"

"Forever and ever, if you'll have me!" That idea excited her so much that she engulfed his cockhead and started bobbing her way down his shaft.

That change excited Alan a lot as well, but he asked, "And what about Ron? Will you kiss him like that again?"

She had to pause her bobbing to answer that properly. She looked up into Alan's eyes, but at this point she was so horny that she didn't stop licking and blowing air on his cock even as she talked. "Son, the short answer is: 'No!' The longer answer is, if Suzanne is right, and he's cheating, I may not even be married to him much longer, so the whole question will probably be moot. He doesn't know it yet, but I think that was our goodbye kiss. From now on these lips belong to you and only you! And not just for kissing, but to pleasure your cock! I've resolved that I'm going to be one of your personal cocksuckers from now on!"

That excited her so much that she had **** but to cram her son's wide shaft back into her mouth and resume bobbing. She made her usual "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" sounds too.

Unfortunately, her words, plus her licking and bobbing, sent such a surge of arousal through his body that he lost all control. That triggered his orgasm and he spurted wildly into the back of her throat.

My GOD! he thought when it ended. My fuckin' GOD! That was like a powerful punch in the gut, except it was all pleasure rather than painful. I'm supposed to look forward to more of this on a regular basis?! Holy hell! Her lips belong only to me?! Personal cocksucker?! And it appears she's okay with Sis and me continuing, though under her rules! DAMN! Greatest. Day. Ever!

When it was all done, Susan pulled her lips off his dick but kept her face close. Since she'd taken his load directly into her mouth, her face was quite clean, aside from some traces of his cum on her chin. She shook his prick back and forth, as if he'd just finishing peeing, and wiped the last dribbles of cum off it with her hand.

"You're the best, Mom!" he enthused. He bent over and kissed the top of her head. Then he lay back down. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll give you a nice facial next time."

However, he saw that she seemed dazed and conflicted. She was again having an episode of post-orgasmic guilt, so she kept her face in his crotch, primarily because she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

He asked, "So, did you mean that when you said you're gonna be my centerfold mom, forever and ever?"

She nodded. "Of course. I think I already was; it's just a matter of accepting it." She tilted her head up. "Son, I have to be honest - I could never love another man but you. Maybe before all this craziness started, but not now, not anymore. I already loved you with all my heart and soul, but that was motherly love. Like a good mother should. But now, now that we're doing these intimate things... when I think about how much I loved you before, and how much more I love you now, how can any other man compete with the hold you have on my heart?"

"Oh, Mom! I love you so much too!" He was careful not to say he could never love another, since that was obviously untrue. It made him feel a bit of a cad, but that was the reality.

Embarrassed by her frank confession, she buried her face in his crotch. Looking for an excuse and for something to do, she found herself licking his flaccid penis. Even though it wasn't erect, she still liked caressing it; right now focusing on that allowed her not to think or worry about the other things. She said, "Mmmm. Gotta clean this up good. Mommy's gonna make it so clean it'll sparkle and shine."

He noted, "That would be funny, if it did."

They both chuckled at that.

Then she closed her eyes and devoted her full attention to cleaning his penis and balls. She spent most of her time on his hairless balls, knowing he'd enjoy that a lot even when his penis was down for the count.

He was quiet for a while, but he'd been pondering her words. He wanted to know for sure if she'd let him continue with Katherine, because the answer to that question would profoundly affect them all. Finally, he said, "Mom, what you said... I'm so touched. I love you completely too. But... You know, I also love Sis, and-"

She looked up again and interrupted, "Oh, don't worry about that. Son, I know you have big sexual needs. To maintain your six-times-a-day pace, you're going to need all the help you can get. I suppose it was inevitable that she'd get involved in helping too. I don't think I can stop you two now that you've started. But just remember the rules! They apply to her too!"

"Sure." Actually, he didn't really know what the rules were, aside from no fucking and no touching of the pussy area. Other things, like touching breasts, seemed to depend on how horny Susan was at the moment. But he and Katherine already were violating the most important rule: no fucking, and they weren't about to stop that, so that pretty much made all of Susan's other rules irrelevant when not in her presence.

She continued, "I just want you to know that if you ever need my help, with my hands or my mouth, I'll be here for you. I won't try to shirk my cock-pleasuring duties anymore. But remember that, as mother and son, we can't go beyond that. Ever. That would be ****, and that's wrong."

He nodded, then thought about that for a while.

She licked his balls for a couple more minutes. She had an ulterior motive, in that she hoped if she kept doing that his dick would soon engorge again. In between her licks she said, "Tiger, I think you tricked me."

"What? When? How?"

"Just now. And I'm not sure how, but I walked in on you and Angel doing naughty things, and by all rights I should have been really mad. And I was. Boy, was I steamed! But somehow that whole issue kind of faded away, and I've wound up here, with a belly full of your sperm, licking your balls clean!" She licked them a couple more times just to make her point. "How did that happen?"

He chuckled. "Oh, that. But I didn't trick you, like in a bad way. I was just very persuasive."

"That's true," she easily agreed as she licked lovingly. "I'm afraid I'm no match for you and your clever words and your big cock. Er, member, I mean. I'd better watch out, or you'll have me naked and-"

She abruptly stopped talking, stopped licking, and sat up. She was a little freaked out, because she was about to say, "you'll have me naked and well-fucked before I know what's hit me." But intercourse with her son was the ultimate taboo, and she wouldn't allow herself to even think about that.

Trying to divert her attention from her own thoughts, she looked around and said, "Um, we should probably get this mess cleaned up." Although she'd taken all of his load in her mouth, Katherine hadn't, and pussy juice from all three women had been dripping everywhere, so his sheets and parts of the carpet were a mess.

He didn't know what had spooked her, and he was afraid to ask for fear of opening that particular can of worms, whatever it was.

She got up and put her nightie back on. As she brushed her hair back into place with her hands, she said, "I'll get some fresh sheets. You should get dressed if you still want dessert. Remember, I came up here to tell you and Angel that I'd made some cookies, and they're still downstairs, waiting to be eaten."

He grinned. "Wow, your homemade cookies? I'm there already, like white on rice." He got up, concluding that whatever had momentarily spooked her was no big deal.

She thought again about the cum smell permeating his room. "Oh, and uh, please open the windows. It's really important for you to do that. The smell in here makes me... dizzy."

CHAPTER 11

Not long after, Katherine and Alan came downstairs for the delicious homemade cookies Susan had baked, Both of them were dressed in just T-shirts and shorts.

For Alan, that was no big deal. But Katherine's shirt stretched tightly across her chest and highlighted the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Susan frowned at that. She was very displeased, because it reminded her of Katherine's newly-extended role as one of Alan's helpers. But she felt she couldn't really say anything without being a total hypocrite, since she was still wearing her extremely-revealing green nightie. She had worn that with the hope that Alan might be inspired to need more help later that evening.

As the three of them ate cookies, Susan laid down the ground rules for how Alan and Katherine could behave with each other. She confirmed that Katherine could help Alan "do his thing," but only with her hands for the time being, and only if Katherine asked permission from her mother first.

Katherine admitted that this was not the first time she'd provided direct-contact help, which wasn't a surprise to Susan since Alan had mentioned it to her earlier that evening. But Katherine and Alan still kept secret the fact that they were actually fucking.

That obviously was something they knew they would need to keep secret from Susan. Her attitude about handjobs and blowjobs had recently undergone a radical change, in large part thanks to Suzanne's almost daily brainwashing on the topic. But her attitude on fucking did not appear to have changed at all. They figured that she wouldn't be forgiving about that.

Suzanne came over not long after. Even though it was a Friday night, her social life lately was focused almost entirely on the Plummer family.

Susan felt self-conscious about wearing her nightie in Suzanne's presence. So even though Suzanne encouraged her to stay dressed "sexily" for Alan, she changed back into regular clothes.

The whole group ended up eating dinner and then watching a movie, as if it were just another night in suburbia.

It was hardly the hours-long cock-suckathon Susan had wanted and expected now that her husband Ron was gone. Being able to give Alan a blowjob before dinner had satisfied her somewhat, but she was disappointed that he didn't need more 'help'. She kept stealing glances at his crotch, but there was no sign that his penis had come back to life.

They watched a video of the 1983 comedy "Trading Places," which starred Eddie Murphy, Dan Ackroyd and Jamie Lee Curtis. Normally, Susan would have found it quite funny. But tonight, about the only thing she liked were the scenes where Jamie Lee Curtis displayed her big breasts, because she hoped that would inspire Alan's dick to resurrect again. Unfortunately, that didn't occur.

The truth was, Alan was also expecting more sexual fun to happen now that Ron was gone, but his energy was flagging. He too was disappointed that he couldn't get it up again, but his body could only handle so much stimulus within such a limited period of time.

Deep down, Susan was also frustrated that Alan wasn't more aggressive with her. Most of the time he honestly was trying hard to obey her confusing boundaries, so tried to do what she actually said, as opposed to what she really wanted him to do. She found it too difficult to be more honest with what she told him when it came to this issue, and in fact she often couldn't even consciously admit to herself what her real desires were. She decided she would need to take more of the initiative if she wanted something else to happen that night.

She waited until Suzanne had left. By then, it was everyone's normal bed time. She figured the late hour gave her a good excuse to enter Alan's room while wearing a nightie once again. However, this time she picked out a sexier and more revealing one (which came from the large pile of clothing that Suzanne had lent her). It was semi-transparent, which she hoped would make her intentions obvious.

Alan's door was partially open, so she entered after just a perfunctory knock. "Hi, my cutie Tiger! Am I disturbing you?" Again the smell of her son's cum assaulted her senses, nearly overwhelming her. As was his intent in keeping his room like that, it immediately kicked her lusty desires into a higher gear.

"Not really, Mom. I'm always happy to see you." He sat at his desk with a book in front of him, but he turned from his work and gave her all his attention. He undressed her with his eyes, no longer showing any shame in openly ogling her incredible body. He didn't have to exert much mental effort to imagine her naked, given the way she was striking a sexy pose while wrapped in a titillating, semi-transparent nightie.

She didn't know how to "****" him to get her to suck his dick, and she was too proud and in too much self-denial to just come out and ask for what she wanted. She tried to make small talk. "Kind of a relief, now that Ron's on his way to another continent, huh?"

"Yep. Sure is. Something on your mind?"

She was frustrated, because thanks to the way he was sitting she couldn't tell whether his penis was erect or not. "Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Actually, it's still early for bedtime on a Friday night, don't you think? I'm going to be reading for a while."

"Oh. Well I could give you one now, and another one later."

He smiled. "That sounds good. Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, I said before that we could reassess things once he's gone. So I've been thinking. I'm ready now to be more active in helping you out with your stimulation problem."

He thought, As if that wasn't clear from earlier today! But he kept the sarcasm to himself and merely asked with deliberate cluelessness, "What do you mean exactly, Mom?"

She blushed. She was terribly embarrassed as she stammered, "If you, for instance... if you're having a really tough time getting aroused, and you absolutely positively need some help, I could, you know, help out. You know... Whenever, uh, that may be. Like, for instance, right now, even, if your penis were to become hard... With my hands or even my mouth, if you really need that kind of help. You know, sometimes, mind you, if the alternative is bleak..."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest. I kind of had a feeling you'd say something like that, 'cos I know you're just such a great mom." He stood up and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek.

His dick had grown erect when she'd entered the room, so when he stood up and walked to her she observed just how stiff it was.

But she was disappointed, because after the kiss he went back to his chair and seemed ready to resume his reading. "Um, you know, uh, how are you doing right now? With the whole, uh, penis stimulation situation? Do you have any kind of urgent need that you want me to take care of?"

With her son's room smelling like a whorehouse, tempting her and reminding her how good his cock tasted, she was eager to get his meaty slab back in her mouth. She'd been slouching and bowing her head, but after that offer she sat up straight and tried to strike a sexy pose. She was surprised that her sheer nightie wasn't affecting him more.

He said, "Thanks, but actually I'm doing okay. I'm afraid to push my luck. Of course, Sis helped me cum, and then you helped. That was not long before the movie started, so I'm still recovering from that. But if something changes I'll let you know."

In actual fact, that wasn't entirely true. For one thing, he didn't mention all the times he'd climaxed earlier in the day, due to wanting to keep things like his sexual relationship with Glory a secret. And for another, even though his energy was flagging, he wasn't about to turn down the chance for his mother to suck his dick. But he wanted to see how much she'd volunteer before he had to ask. The shoe was on the other foot now that she was eager to help, and he wanted to test just how much things had changed.

"Oh," was all Susan said. She hung her head dejectedly, obviously disappointed. "But isn't your member...? Oh, never mind."

That secretly amused and pleased him. He found it cute that she was so eager, and so unable to hide it. But he loved her so much, he didn't want to leave her feeling sad. Therefore he suggested, "On the other hand, when you dress really sexily, then I can't control my urges and I'd just HAVE to have you help me out."

"You mean this isn't sexy?" Susan ran her hands provocatively over her nightie. "I thought you liked this kind of thing." She spread her legs wider, exposing her pussy. She generally tried to keep his attention away from her pussy at all times, due to her fear of succumbing to "real" **** with him, but she was ****.

"I do. I love it. And I find it really cute AND arousing when you blush. It shows that you're super ashamed, but your desire for my cock is simply too strong for you to resist."

Susan had been blushing already, but her blush turned a deeper red. She shyly closed her eyes and pinned her arms behind her back as she thought, Oh God, it's true! It's so true! Dear Lord, please forgive me for this unholy cock lust I have! It's just that I want... No, I NEED! I need him in my mouth! I need to have my lips locked tightly around his tasty pole! I need my tongue to dance all over his sweet spot! I need to practically **** on my son's incredible thickness!

Tacitly admitting he was right, she asked quietly, "Then... what's the problem?"

He replied, "Unfortunately, my dick is so overworked tonight that it would take something really extraordinary to get it going again. For instance, I was thinking that one thing which would be really sexy is if a woman wore an ordinary T-shirt, but cut out a big hole right in the middle for her boobs to stick completely out. I think that would be reaaaally sexy. Especially if that woman had really huge boobs."

Susan smiled widely and her spirits lifted immediately. "Do you? It just so happens I might know a woman with just such a shirt, though I don't know if she's as big in the chest department as you'd like."

"Oh Mom, I KNOW she's definitely stacked enough, and super sexy."

She inhaled deeply to fill her lungs with the cummy aroma of his room, then sighed happily. Encouraged, she raised her huge melons underneath her nightie and held them up enticingly. "You think so?"

"I know so! It's not that they're just so dang gargantuan. I love how they're so firm, and so high, and so round, and so friggin' perfect! The only way they'd look any better is if my cum were splattered all over them."

Susan had to bite her lip, she was so overcome with lusty need. She panted, "Oh, Son!" Her huge globes heaved wildly in time to her labored breaths, even though she was still trying to support them from below.

But then a new wave of doubt hit her. She asked uncertainly, "Then what's the problem? Is it that I don't have a long tongue like Suzanne? Is it that I don't have her experience?" She dropped her head. "Maybe... maybe Mommy is just a bad cocksucker."

He was rightfully incredulous. "Are you kidding me?! I love the way you suck my cock. You're a natural!" He teased playfully, "However, there's a certain kind of sexy shirt I wish you were wearing..."

She smiled like she'd just won the lottery. "You flatterer! Say no more! I'll be back in a minute. We can't have you not reach your quota of six times today." She winked, then hurried back to her room.

He was well aware that he'd already reached his quota, but he didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm by mentioning that.

CHAPTER 12

After a few minutes work with a pair of scissors, Susan returned to his room. She was also wearing high heels this time. But her mood had changed, because the cut-up shirt made her feel silly and ashamed, as if she were nothing more than a pair of tits.

She waited until he turned in his chair and devoted his full attention her way. Then she nervously asked, "How's this, Tiger?" It looked like her tits were so big that they had simply exploded their way through her plain white T-shirt.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said with real excitement. "Pardon the cursing, but Damn!, Mom, that looks really hot and sexy!" He looked her up and down, checking out her short sports shorts and seemingly incongruous black high heels. But he loved the overall effect.

He commanded, "Put your hands behind your back like you've been tied up."

Susan did so, even though that only amplified her apprehensive feelings. However, it also turned her on powerfully. Being ordered to do it got her creaming even more.

He whistled in appreciation. "Wow, man. I'm certainly getting a hard-on that needs serious assistance. I hate to say this, but that shirt makes you look totally slutty. But in a good way. You know what I think is great?"

"What's that?" She was eager to get out of this humiliating pose, even if only to get into another humiliating pose on her knees with her son's cock in her mouth. She didn't realize it, but the more humiliated she got, the more aroused she got.

Alan had realized that though, which is why he said, "I love how I can order you to wear anything at all, at any time. Or nothing at all. Hey, I've got an idea. Imagine if the next time Brenda comes over, you wear that shirt. In fact, that shirt and nothing else."

"N-n-nothing else?" She tugged her shirt down from the back, hoping that would cover her pussy and ass. Already, she was so aroused that she wanted to scream.

"Hey Sis, come here!" he shouted.

Since Katherine's room was only ten feet away, she was in Alan's room in seconds flat. As she came in, she heard Susan pleading, "No! Please don't bring my innocent Angel in here! This is so embarrassing and demeaning!"

A part of Susan wanted to flee the room, but the mouth-watering prospect of sucking her son's cock compelled her to stay. Also, she didn't understand her real sexual needs, so she didn't realize that Alan was calling in Katherine to help her out, knowing that the added humiliation would arouse her even more.

Katherine walked in wearing the same tight T-shirt and shorts she'd been wearing all evening. She whistled in appreciation at Susan's new look. She pretended not to know what was going on, but Alan's door was open, and hers had been open a crack, so she'd been listening to everything that had been said.

Alan asked Katherine, "What do you think: does the T-shirt make Mom look too embarrassing?"

Katherine replied, "Well, maybe, but who cares? I think it makes her look totally sexy, and that's the main thing. That's what she's trying for, right?"

He answered, "I agree completely. It's awesome! Look how it raises her boobs and makes them stick practically straight out. Way cool."

Katherine was in total agreement. "Yeah. Wow, Mom, you're so hot. So sexy! God, such tits. I'm jealous. I wish I could fill out a shirt like that. Good thing Sir Isaac Newton isn't here, 'cos you're violating his laws of gravity."

Susan's unhappiness was greatly reduced by all the compliments, and she bowed her head slightly in modest glee. "You're just saying that," she blushed.

Alan said to his sister, "Thanks for the input. You should go now, 'cos Mom is gonna suck me off."

"Oh, lucky you. And lucky her! Have fun." Katherine turned to leave, but then she turned back. "Oh, there's just one thing."

"What's that?" Now Alan was getting impatient.

"Sorry, Mom, but you gotta lose the shorts. They just don't match."

Susan trembled. "And wear what instead?"

Katherine just giggled. "You're Brother's busty cocksucking mommy now. Get with the program!" She giggled some more, then walked back to her room. She left the doors open as she went, so she'd be able to continue listening.

Katherine had overheard Suzanne indoctrinating Susan with sexy talk, which wasn't hard to do since Suzanne talked to her like that quite often almost every day. She'd deliberately chosen the phrase "busty cocksucking mommy" because she knew it was exactly the kind of thing Suzanne would say.

Those words had hit Susan like a lightning bolt. How dare Angel use that kind of language? I swear, you give an inch and she'll take a mile. But deep down, she was secretly pleased and aroused to no end. As shivers of pleasure ran down her spine, she repeated what had become a personal mantra of sorts for her: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut! That made her feel a lot better; it helped calm her rattled nerves.

Susan complained, "Tiger, did you really have to do that? First, you bring Angel in here to see me like this, then you tell her I'm going to suck you off. I feel so terribly embarrassed!" She looked down at herself and fretted because she could see and feel the rivulets of pussy juice that were dripping down her inner thighs. She desperately hoped her daughter hadn't seen them. Her cunt was throbbing almost painfully because humiliation was such a turn-on for her.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't realize. Definitely keep the shirt, though. Oh, and lose the shorts, like she said."

Susan found herself in a much better mood. She was even glad in a way that Katherine had come in, thanks to all the praise her daughter had given. She slipped out of her shorts, tossing them aside. Then she looked down and saw that her pussy lips and most of her bush were still exposed. She started to pull her shirt down to cover that, but then she thought better of it. I'm here to service my son's big cock! Visual stimulation is an essential part of that. It's true that he can't stick his hot, stiff pole into my burning pussy, but he can still look at it, right? I know it's difficult for me, but if I stand like this, that'll make his stiffie even stiffer!

She looked at his crotch and noticed both a large bulge and a wet spot where the tip of his dick was obviously straining against the fabric. Oooh! Look at what an effect I'm having! All that yummy pre-cum is leaking out, and soon it's gonna be lubricating my lips as they slide back and forth over his sweet spot until he can't take it anymore! MMMM!

But she still sought reassurance. With her arms still pinned behind her back, she straightened up and thrust her big tits out for his further appreciation. That tented her T-shirt some, causing it to rise enough to expose all of her bush. "So, is my chest nicer than Jamie's?"

"Who?"

"Jamie Lee Curtis. You know, the buxom actress from the movie."

"Are you kidding me? She's a D-cup at best. Your tits are literally twice as big in volume. Sure she's very beautiful, but she can't hold a candle to you."

Susan flashed a smile so bright, it practically lit the entire room. "Tiger! Just for that, I think you need a really long, sloppy, slurpy reward! I'm gonna make you cum so hard your brain will melt!"

He laughed. "I'm totally ready for that! Let it melt."

She was across the room and on her knees in a flash. She unzipped his shorts and grasped his hardness. All her worries and embarrassment melted away and she was in seventh heaven again. Her fingers played on his shaft like she was playing a piano. It almost felt like tickling to him, with all her fingers appearing and disappearing all over his dick at the same time.

She was eager to get to her cocksucking, but she looked back and saw that both Alan's and Katherine's doors were open wide. She couldn't actually see Katherine, but she knew that if Katherine stood in the right spot she'd be able to look into Alan's room and see them. She mumbled, "That Katherine - was she born in a barn?"

She was torn between getting up to close the door and staying with Alan's cock. She started licking his cockhead while she tried to make up her mind. In the end she couldn't tear herself away from Alan's privates, not even for a few seconds. She spoke to the cock-meat her tongue was tickling. Darn you! Darn you for being so hot and thick and long and pulsing and alive! Most of all, darn you for belonging to my wonderful son! What if Angel gets up and look across the hall to see what's happening in here? Heck, she won't even have to move to hear my slurpy noises, once I really get going. What'll happen to my parental authority when-

Oh, darn it! She gave up and engulfed him, cockhead and then some.

A sense of peace immediately came over her. Aaaah! This! This is what I need! Feeling my mouth stretched open wide and my face stuffed full of cock... it's the BEST! And if Angel looks in, then so what? She's just gonna have to get used to it, 'cos I'm gonna be doing this A LOT! And maybe she'll learn a thing or two about how to really serve a masterful cock like this one!

Susan sucked and licked her son's fuck rod for many long minutes. She kept the shirt on since Alan liked it so much. (Plus, she somehow sensed it was helping to keep her extremely horny.)

Meanwhile, directly across the hall, Katherine sat on her bed writing in her diary for the second time that day. (She'd already written about how she and Alan were caught by Susan and all the events leading up to it.)

Dear Diary,

Talk about bizarre! You want bizarre?! I can hardly concentrate on writing this, because of all the loud, slurpy noises coming from Brother's room! That's the sound of our centerfold mom wantonly sucking his cock! She must know that his door is open, and my door is open, and I can hear everything, but she obviously doesn't care.

It's so fucking arousing! I swear, if I hear one more "MMMM!" And you know I will... There she goes! I swear, I'm gonna scream. Okay, I'm not actually screaming, even though she's doing that non-stop, but I totally want to. I'm writing this on my bed one-handed, if you know what I mean. I know you do, but I'll make it clearer anyway: I'm totally jilling myself listening to the sounds of Mom blowing Brother! Is that crazy or what?!

I'm so, so, soooooooo tempted to go over there and peek. Or hell, join in! Would that be great or what? I'd tell Mom, "Congratulations, I pronounce you Fuck Toy Number Two. Now, move over and let Fuck Toy Number One show you how it's done." Then I'd pleasure Brother's cock so well and for so long that he'd pass out! Mom could, I dunno, lick his balls or something. That would ROCK!

Unfortunately, I suppose I shouldn't do that. Technically, Mom says I'm grounded, like I told you earlier. I guess she's still freaked out about her "innocent Angel" having a sex drive, and being in love with Brother. She's probably jealous of the in-home competition. I'm sure Aunt Suzy has seen what's happening and has worked out some kind of plan. Otherwise, why is she brainwashing Mom so relentlessly? God knows I want to take a peek, but even that would probably be pushing my luck - she'd look up and give me more punishments just to make me go away.

That sucks.

But still, things are great overall! The fact that she didn't even get up to close the door shows that she's at least resigned to the fact that I'm a part of this now and there's no point in fighting it! Next time maybe I'LL be the one in there making all the "MMMM!" sounds while she has to finger herself and listen! Then she'd find out what it's like.