Lets Talk About Sex: Part 5

Chapter 13

Suzanne smiled in approval. "Good. I've got an idea. We were talking about innocuous things. That's the safe strategy, and there's nothing wrong with that. But if you really want to make an impression, remember all the things I've been telling you about Brenda in the last hour. Personal things, intimate things that she won't know you know. For instance, the fact that she's submissive, and the ramifications of that. But also, the problems with her marriage, her frustration at the lack of good sex - or really any kind of sex, her turning to porn and dildos to compensate, and so on."

He nodded again, then took another sip of wine.

"Now, keeping all that in mind, think how brilliant you would come off if you could make it seem that you came up with those insights about her after just observing her and talking with her for only a short while. For instance, you could get to talking about her divorce - she's not keeping that a secret at all - and make astute comments based on things you know that most people don't. From there, you could get to talking about her sexual frustration, and so on. If you do it right, she'll think you're looking straight into her soul and she has no defense against you! She'll be so impressed that her desire for you will skyrocket!"

He frowned. "I don't know. That sounds good, if slightly unethical, but I suppose the gloves are off, given what's at stake with the **** secret and all."

"That's right," Suzanne encouraged.

"The problem is, that sounds good in theory, but it's really hard to do in practice. For instance, what if I'm too 'astute?' Won't she figure out that I must have been tipped off by you or somebody else?"

"That is a danger, but I have great confidence in you. That's why we need to practice. So let's try it again. But don't rush into that kind of thing; work your way up to it."

"Got it."

Suzanne took a few steps away, turned around, and pretended to come at him anew. But then she looked at Susan still jacking him off, and frowned. "Susan, I hate to say this, but I don't think you're being arousing enough."

"I'm not?!" Susan felt extremely aroused herself, and felt she was doing a good job stroking him.

"No. We really want him distracted. Very, very distracted. I think you're going to have to take your clothes off. All of them."

"All of them?!" Susan let go of her son's boner and defensively covered her chest.

"Yes. Except for your high heels."

"But how will that help? He can't really see me if I'm kneeling at his side."

"True. But he can see some of you. Besides, it's psychological. He'll know you're naked and that'll give what you're doing a little extra oomph. More importantly, you'll be highly aware of your nudity and you be that much more inspired."

"Oh, poo!" Susan was disappointed, but she couldn't deny to herself that she would be even more aroused like that.

Susan again jacked him off, this time while butt naked.

Suzanne again took a few steps away, again turned around, and again pretended to come at him anew. Then she resumed chatting with Alan.

He was more into role-play mode this time, and he did a better job, even with the idle chatter. He also grew more accustomed to his mother's handjob. After about five minutes, he managed to deftly switch the conversation to Brenda's divorce, and then tried to use his extra knowledge to his advantage. However, the discussion eventually petered out and Suzanne called for a break again.

Alan immediately asked, "How was that? Better?"

"Yes, actually," Suzanne replied. "Once again, you rose to the occasion. But you can do better still. The discussion was much improved, but you still have trouble coming across as confident and cocky. Let's work on that."

Susan was still giving Alan a handjob, and her lust and enthusiasm had been steadily rising. But her worries were growing too. "Suzanne, how long is this going to go on anyway? I do have set reservations at the restaurant. I only came home to dress up and cook dinner for my children before rushing out the door again. Besides, from the side here I can only use one hand, and it's getting tired."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry. Angel's dinner is taken care of already, as you know. As for Sweetie here, after you go I can fix him something. This is top priority. But I do admit time is running short. Also, he isn't anywhere NEAR the edge of orgasm. We need to up the stakes. I'm afraid you're going to have to blow him. And properly: naked and from the front."

"Awww. Do I have to?" Actually, now that she'd gotten horny from the handjob, her objection was feeble at best. She liked jacking Alan off a great deal, but she positively loved sucking him. And if she could do it while kneeling in nothing but high heels, she was usually over the moon.

Suzanne stated simply, "You do. Sorry."

"What about my vow not to do that until Ron is gone?"

"The spirit of that can remain, but we have to make a special exception. Remember what Sweetie said about how the gloves have to come off, given what's at stake."

"Oh, poo!" But Susan couldn't stop smiling. She even called time out so she could run to her room and fetch a pair of high heels to put on.

Once she was back with the heels on her feet, Suzanne advised her, "Remember, don't hold back. No strategic breaks this time. If you think he's about to cum, keep going! Our goal is to make him as distracted as humanly possible."

"Right!" Susan relished that challenge. She licked her lips as she imagined guzzling his cum down her throat.

Alan had to laugh when he heard the loud "MMMM!" that occurred when Susan engulfed his cockhead with her mouth. Man! Feels great! But how crazy is this?! First, Aunt Suzy all but orders me to seduce Brenda, of all people. Now she's got Mom bobbing on me while we practice the seduction. What's next? I can't even imagine!

The role-play resumed shortly thereafter. To an outsider, it would have looked comically odd to see a well-dressed man talking to a well-dressed woman with wine glasses in their hands while a totally naked woman bobbed on or licked the man's erection. But once the conversation started, neither Alan nor Suzanne thought much about Susan being there.

However, Alan's pleasure was so intense that every now and then he would look down to see what was causing it, and feel a tremendous jolt of excitement to rediscover his mother down there. It was a thrill that never got old.

The role-play went on even longer this time before Suzanne called for the next break. It was obvious to all that Alan was becoming more comfortable in his role the more he practiced it.

Susan's oral talents were starting to get to him though, especially since she kept right on, going through the break again. The absurdity of the situation pushed Susan's submissive buttons in a big way. As she twisted her head for her favorite corkscrew move, she thought, Sorry, Ron! I'm probably going to be late for our dinner, but something has come up, and it's my son's fat cock! I didn't mean for this to happen, but he's simply too insatiable. Just yesterday, Suzanne called me his "personal cocksucker" for the first time. I was outraged. But already, it feels like it's an established fact.

Ron, just look at me! Could things get any MORE humiliating? I know it's wrong; a good Christian wife doesn't behave like this. But I can't help it! Tiger's cock is too thick and too delicious! Mmmm! The way he stretches my lips wide makes my naughty places all tingly. It feels like this is exactly where I belong. I feel bad, because I know that all through our dinner and after, this is all I'll be thinking about. I'm sorry but I can't kiss you. My mouth belongs to my son now!

Mmmm, Tiger, how do you like that, when I flick the tip of my tongue against your sweet spot while my lips vibrate and hum? Or how 'bout THIS move?

Suzanne could sense that Alan was getting close to the edge. It wasn't hard to miss, because he was panting so much that he was having trouble talking. So for the next role-play, she took the lead in the conversation. She also ditched the wine glasses, so their hands were freed. This time, she subtly steered the discussion first to Brenda's divorce, but quickly past that to Brenda's sexual frustrations and even on to the subject of her submissive nature. The discussion got very sexual, very fast.

Alan didn't fully realize what was happening, because he was facing a serious struggle just trying to talk and listen at all, given all the intensely pleasurable things Susan's mouth was doing to him.

As usual, Suzanne had been acting as if Susan didn't exist. But then she looked down and pretended to be surprised to see Susan there, even while she continued to pretend to be Brenda. "Alan, what kind of man are you? What does it mean when you're talking to me and you have a naked woman giving you a blowjob at the same time?! I should be outraged!"

He was baffled. He was so far gone into his erotic ecstasy that he was having trouble separating the role-play from reality. He could only lamely ask, "Um, are you?"

"YES! But at the same time, I have to admit that it's pretty damn hot! Especially because she's your mother! OH MY GOD!" She put her hand on Susan's head and tilted it slightly, to better see her face. "She's your MOTHER! Susan!"

Susan didn't stop her bobbing. In fact, the increased humiliation inspired her to bob faster and with even greater suction.

Suzanne kept her hand on Susan's head. "Alan, you're exactly the kind of man I'm looking for!"

"I ... I am?!" His eyes practically rolled up into his head from Susan's renewed ****.

"Yes, you are! I need a real man, a strong man, a dominant man who takes what he wants! Obviously, you noticed that your mother is a total fox, and you decided to make her one of your personal sluts. I respect that."

"You do?!" He was rhythmically squeezing his PC muscle for all he was worth.

Suzanne drew close and wrapped an arm around his back. She made sure to press her massive melons against his chest. She had to be careful to approach from an angle, due to Susan kneeling right there. Her voice became extra husky and sultry. "I do. I've been looking for a man like you for a long time, a man who's not afraid to take control. Do you think you have what it takes to control me, and do to me exactly what you did to your mother?" She took one of his hands and brought it to her ass. She made sure he had a firm grip on her ass cheek through her thin dress.

He was surging with lust, which made his confidence surge too. He proclaimed, "Um, yeah! I do!"

'Tell me more!" She pulled her dress down below her big tits, and made sure he got a good view of them bouncing without restraint.

With his free hand he boldly grabbed one of her breasts and caressed it from below. "You see what Mom is doing to me?"

"Yeah?"

He was flying high with **** arousal, but he somehow managed to speak between heavy gasps. "That's what you'll be doing next! In fact, you'll be doing it together a lot! Taking turns sucking my cock as two of my big-titted sluts!"

Suzanne was really hamming up her Brenda role. "Oh, Alan! You're so manly! How can I resist you? Kiss me!"

That ended the conversation, because Suzanne planted her lips on his while he was still gasping for breath.

Susan was listening carefully, loving every single word. In fact, the other two had to speak up just to hear each other over all of her constant "mmmm"-ing and moaning, not to mention her lewd slurping. She was inspired to go all out to get him to cum, even while she used one hand to finger her pussy to orgasm.

When her big "O" hit her, shortly after Alan and Suzanne started to neck, Alan could feel it by the way her lips hummed and even trembled around his shaft in a very delightful way. Knowing that she was cumming, on top of everything else that was happening, was the final straw. He started to cum too.

Suzanne didn't let up with the kissing one iota, even though his need for oxygen was getting serious. As a result, he had no control over what was happening. He was hanging on for dear life when an intense wave of erotic euphoria washed over him like a tsunami.

Luckily, Susan took immediate control of his cock, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Motor control was difficult for her, given the way she was being rocked by her own orgasm, but she managed to pull his cockhead out of her mouth after a second or two, enabling her to paint her own face from mere inches away.

And with her mouth freed, she screamed for joy, expressing her total exultation without restraint.

As his orgasm started to fade, even as hers kept going, she adjusted her aim lower in order to paint her cleavage a little too. But by then he didn't have much left to squirt. However, it was the idea that was important. Knowing that she was going to meet Ron soon, she wanted her son to mark her face and tits first.

A minute later all three of them were sitting on the floor, resting and recovering. Suzanne was the least affected, so she kept Alan from collapsing completely by holding him in her warm embrace.

Finally Susan spoke up. "I vote for that last role-play. That was the best one by far!"

Suzanne laughed. "You would. Unfortunately, that one doesn't count. I went way off script, because I could tell Sweetie was about to cum and I wanted to have some fun with it. Brenda has the hots for him, but she's not going to be THAT easy."

"Oh, darn," Susan pouted.

Realizing the time, Susan **** herself to get up. She knew that she could still meet Ron at the restaurant in time, but only if she hurried. She didn't even have time to lick Alan's dick and balls clean.

As Susan bent over to pick up her clothes, Suzanne asked her, "So, are you still disappointed that I made you help out?"

Susan muttered, "Don't humiliate me by making me answer. You know what I'd say. But now I really have to go. We'll talk later. I love you both!" She'd acted fast, racing out the door with her clothes in her hands (and cum still all over her face).

Alan rested in Suzanne's arms a little longer.

After a while he asked her, "So, what's the plan now?"

"I say we cook your dinner. Then I've gotta pop over to my house and cook and eat dinner there. I'll make it fast. By the time I get back, you'll be done, and then we can role-play some more."

"Okay, but how can we continue without Mom?"

"Oh, we didn't really need her. I suppose it did help some, but I included her in this mostly as part of my ongoing campaign to break down her sexual barriers." What she didn't tell him was that she'd especially wanted something sexual to happen to Susan just before her date with Ron, so his mother would be thinking about Alan all through the date instead.

Alan was surprised. "Oh, man! Remind me to never oppose you on anything. You're so devious and unstoppable that it's scary."

"Maybe so. But remember that I'm in your corner. Which means there's no way you can be intimidated by Brenda. You see what I mean when I say she stands no chance of resisting you?"

"Hell, yeah! Wow, that's actually true. Amaaazing!"

Chapter 14

Alan and Suzanne talked and role-played for more than an hour after dinner. Without Susan there, they were able to stay serious and focused, avoiding any kind of hanky-panky.

Alan could feel his confidence growing all the time. He started to feel as if the seduction of Brenda was almost a done deal, because Suzanne seemingly had all the answers. He felt that the pressure was off him, at least somewhat, because he figured that even if he screwed up she'd somehow manage to control the damage.

Suzanne was careful to leave for home before Alan's parents returned.

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Susan and Ron danced for a while at the party they attended after their dinner at the restaurant. That left Susan sweaty when they came home. She took a shower, while Ron went straight to bed.

However, she wasn't ready to sleep. She was still in an emotional jumble over all that had happened recently, and she felt the need to talk to Alan about it and clear the air. She'd taken a shower, but while that had refreshed her body, her thoughts were still mixed and confused.

Alan had been reading a book for school ever since Suzanne had left. However, he was bored with the material after all the earlier fun and excitement, and his eyes were getting heavy.

Susan knocked on the door. Then she came in and sat on the edge of his bed, close to his chest where he sat up against the headboard.

He noticed that she wore a robe, but she had it so tightly closed that the only skin he could see was her face, neck, and hands. He could tell she'd just taken a shower because her hair was still slightly damp and she smelt fresh-washed with a hint of strawberry-scented shampoo.

Susan looked anxious, and was anxious. She sat on the edge of his bed and started out with small talk. "How are things, Tiger?"

"Good."

"What happened with Suzanne after I left?"

"Oh, she left to cook dinner for Eric and Brad, but then she returned. She'd cooked something for me too, so we were able to practice for another hour or so. It was great. I was feeling seriously intimidated by the idea of seducing Brenda, but I'm not anymore."

"That's great news. She really is something, isn't she? Sometimes, I think there's absolutely nothing she can't do."

"That's probably not an exaggeration!" He chuckled at that.

She asked, "I suppose Suzanne talked to you? Talked about me?"

"How 'bout you? How did your special evening with Ron go?"

Susan's brow furrowed in distress. "It was good. Ron and I had a lovely time together."

Alan immediately tensed up.

She saw that, so she continued, "Well, maybe not exactly a lovely time. Even when Ron is with me, he's not really there. You know what I mean? I guess I got used to his ways and just thought that was normal, but now I expect more. I couldn't help but feel the whole time that it was the last hurrah, given how things are evolving between you and me. So my feelings were bittersweet at best."

Alan felt himself relaxing quite a bit.

She reached out and grasped his hand tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but all the while I was with him, I kept thinking of you! I must be the worst wife and mother ever, having thoughts like that about my own son instead of my husband!"

Alan's heart soared. He was secretly extremely relieved and pleased that she and Ron apparently hadn't kissed much, if at all. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of thoughts?"

Susan still squeezed his hand reassuringly, but her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "Naughty thoughts. I thought about what we did, you know, during the role-play. In fact, it must have been my imagination, but even after I ate dinner, I couldn't get the taste of your cum out of my mouth. In fact ... oh, I'm so bad! Half the time that he was talking I had no idea what he was saying, because I was reliving the blowjob over and over again in my mind! All I could think about was all the different moves I wanted to perform on your cock!"

"I see." Alan tried not to show it, but he was delighted beyond words.

"And the other half of the time, I was thinking about what you and Suzanne were up to. Would you get erect again? And if you did, would she take good care of you? I wanted to rush right home to help out, but I knew I couldn't. So I had to sit there and listen to Ron drone on and on."

She finally looked him in the eyes and asked, "By the way, how DID you manage? Did you blast her face good, like you did mine?"

"Actually, no. I guess you pretty much drained me dry. We were strictly business, working on the Brenda problem, up until when she went home just a little while ago."

"Oh. That's good." But Susan frowned again.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, if I can't help you, then I like knowing that Suzanne did. I guess I'm a bit disappointed that nothing happened, because I think of you as endlessly virile. But I also get jealous. I selfishly want all your cum to myself. And that's not right. Since the problem with Brenda developed, Suzanne has been stressing how much you need a variety of special helpers. And that's true. There are times neither Suzanne nor I can be there for you. For instance, the help you've been getting from a cheerleader at school.'"

He asked, "Um, what makes you think it's a cheerleader?"

She looked him closely in the eyes. "It IS; isn't it?! I just knew it! I knew it!" He hadn't actually given anything away with his words, but she knew him well enough to correctly read his expression. She looked both exultant and envious at the same time. "Does she have big tits? Please tell me she has big tits!"

He tried to put on his best poker face. "I can neither confirm nor deny anything."

"Oh, poo! You're no fun!"

Susan thought, What's with me? I really do want her to have big tits! Why don't I get more angry or jealous? I mean, I do, but hearing that mostly just makes me extremely horny! It's a sign of my mental depravity, I think. Or could it be a positive sign? Certainly it would be worse if I couldn't bear to see him spill his seed on girls his own age. Somehow though, I just know he's going to save plenty of his spermy goodness for me, and he does need help during school hours, so why should I mind? In fact, it's downright hot thinking about him sneaking off to some unused room with a big-titted cheerleader and forcing me to drop to my knees and slip his thick sausage between my lips and ... Wait a minute! Did I just say "me" and "my?" I meant "her!"

He saw her looking thoughtful but he didn't know why. He decided to take advantage of her distraction to switch the topic before he gave away any more about his sex life at school. "So, Aunt Suzy tells me that, in addition to the Brenda problem, you were pretty bummed this morning about how you've been helping me. Is that true? And are you really determined not to help me again until Ron is gone? Not counting the special exception of what happened earlier, of course."

Susan's robe had started out tightly bound, but as they'd been talking it had been slowly loosening. Gradually, her collarbone area came into view, and then the top of her deep cleavage. She gave her robe a tug in a seeming effort to close it, but it didn't have much of an effect. In fact, even after her tug he could still see one of her nipples.

She answered, "Now, hold on. I didn't say that. Suzanne has helped me realize that I don't have to go cold turkey and stop helping you completely; it's just that things need to be done in moderation. Like the last time we did an abnormality check. That wasn't so bad, though you did take a few liberties. I suppose that can't be helped. Boys will be boys, after all."

Staring off into space, she reached up with one hand and caressed one of her big boobs. It started out partially covered, but the more she fondled it, the more uncovered it became. It wasn't hard to guess that she was fantasizing that her hand was Alan's and he was taking a few more "liberties" with her body.

She snapped back to attention, and looked him in the eye. "If only it could be more like that, but I usually don't have that kind of self-control!" She looked down at her hand in the middle of her now completely exposed tits, and showed dismay. "Look at me, will you? Why does this kind of thing keep happening to me?! Things are spinning out of control again! I keep losing it! I think I'm losing my mind!" Suddenly she fell forward towards him as if she was fainting.

He held his arms out to brace her fall, and found himself tightly embracing her.

She buried her face in his shoulder and burst into tears.

He tried to be reassuring. Since she was having sexual issues, he tried to comfort her without any sexual overtones. He stroked her long brown hair over and over while she sobbed. However, it was hard to keep a platonic mindset since her robe had somehow opened even more during the hug. He could feel her erect nipples poking into his chest, which made his heart pound hard. He had to be careful where he put his hands, because her robe had slid down so much that most of her back was bare. It seemed to him that her long dark-brown mane of hair was about the only safe place where he could touch her.

He didn't want to take advantage of her during her distress. He knew this was a bad time to get an erection since she was draped all over him and would certainly feel it, but he couldn't help himself. He fought his arousal as long as he could, but eventually he lost the battle. As his thick rod grew, it pressed itself against a part of one of her legs still covered by the robe.

She felt his growing hardness for what it was. Actually, his boner was what brought her out of her crying spell, since she found herself thinking about it instead of about her problems with self-control, cocksucking lust, and a cheating husband.

He was abashed as he said, "Sorry, Mom! I didn't really mean for that to happen. I just want to hold you and reassure you, and be your best friend. But you smell so good, like fresh strawberries, and feel good ... I can't help it." He dropped his head.

She pulled back some and looked at him closely. "That's okay. I understand."

He looked up shyly, only to notice that her robe had opened still more, effectively leaving her topless to well below her belly button. Her arms pressed against her big tits on either side, inadvertently creating jaw-droppingly deep cleavage. But he figured that since she didn't seem to notice or care what she was showing, he would pretend not to notice either. He **** his gaze to remain on her face.

In fact, even though she was genuinely upset, the way her robe had come open was no accident. Even her apparent fall forward and her tears were partly feigned, though otherwise sincere. She was torn between distress and lust, which were working at cross purposes.

She sighed loudly as she dried her eyes. "It feels like you could use some more help right now, but I can't. I just can't! It's not that I want to stop being your special spermy helper, not at all! The truth is, I love it. But I need time to adjust. I think it's best if I deal with your special needs in a more clinical fashion for a while, until I regain my bearings. If I give in again, I'll feel even worse tomorrow. It's like getting drunk and having a hangover, except it's an emotional hangover."

"I understand, Mom," he said while petting her long hair.

She pulled in closer, which somehow opened her robe a little bit more, since her sash was slipping down her hips.

He said, "I think that's for the best. More important than my medical treatment is your happiness. Can we just stay like this and hug? I kind of feel like I was under-hugged as a kid."

She cooed as she squeezed him tighter, "Awww, my poor baby."

They just held each other in a loving embrace for a couple of minutes. The sash on her robe slowly loosened still more, until he could see the top of her dark brown bush. But they both pretended not to notice the change. They also pretended that her erect nipples weren't pressing into his chest and his boner wasn't poking into her leg.

Actually, Alan had never really touched Susan's hair in the past few years, since she had discouraged most intimate contact. He found himself greatly enjoying just stroking her long, silky straight hair as it cascaded down her back. All of his stroking seemed to have a calming effect on both of them. Their erotic contact was nice and titillating, but not overwhelmingly arousing.

After minutes of silence, she said, "You're right. You were under-hugged as a child. That's the problem with me - I rarely do things in moderation. Before, I shunned all physical contact like the plague, and now I go too far the other way ... You know what would be nice? I remember when I used to tuck you into bed and kiss you goodnight. That made me feel so happy. Could we do that again, just one more time, for old time's sake?"

He replied, "I used to love that tradition too. Did you know that I cried when you stopped? But since it wasn't a 'cool' thing, I pretended not to care. Honestly, I'd LOVE for you to tuck me in, not just tonight, but any night that you like. Maybe we could even make it a regular habit."

She beamed with happiness. "Okay. But we can't do anything improper. Remember that your father is sleeping just down the hall. We wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea. We have to keep things completely non-sexual."

She was sending mixed messages to say the least, because just as she said that, she finally pulled back from the cuddle and hug, and stood up near the edge of the bed. This caused her robe to open even more. She had to quickly grab the sagging sash before the robe fell off her altogether. She lifted the sash up and pulled it tightly around her, but she did that in a way that just managed to keep her bush covered, leaving her completely exposed from the waist up. As if that wasn't arousing enough, she closed her eyes and thrust her big tits out, knowing how much her son loved that.

Alan was a little slow on the uptake. He incorrectly thought that she was just lost in contemplation, since there was no way she couldn't know what she was showing, because doing it deliberately was in complete contradiction to almost everything she'd just been telling him. And when she put her hands on her head, striking an even more arousing pose, he thought she was just yawning and stretching.

The truth was that she longed to display her body for him nearly as much as she longed to suck his dick. But she couldn't fully admit that to herself; she imagined she did this entirely for his benefit, to help with his visual stimulation needs (as if he needed any more erotic inspiration!).

She thought, That's right, Son, look at Mommy's boobies! Sadly, I can't suck your cock, er, penis, right now, because I need to regain my self-control. But I can still show off my body, and that'll make you happy. And seeing you happy makes me so happy that I just want to burst with joy! God gave me my unusually large 'girls', but I never before understood His reason. But now I do: it's so you can play with them and love them! And that makes me so happy that I couldn't care less what Ron does!

A thrill went through her as she recalled this was exactly where she used to stand when she would lean over and give her son a goodnight kiss (though obviously in those days she wasn't naked above the waist or preening in such a lewd position). She was still smiling from ear to ear as a naughty idea came to her. "Okay, Tiger, here comes your goodnight kiss."

She bent over and leaned down. That caused her breasts to dangle down enticingly just a foot or so from his face. She could hear him gasp, and she loved it. But she pretended not to notice, and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed his other cheek, and then his nose. She was deliberately lingering in her highly arousing position, letting him enjoy it to the fullest.

He also kissed back several times, but not on the mouth. He felt her nipples scrape along his upper chest from time to time, but he resisted the tremendous urge to reach out and cup her dangling globes. He was trying to be a good son.

She pulled away a few inches and stared at him lovingly, right in the eyes. "Mmmm. That was nice. Just like when you were younger."

It wasn't like any childhood kisses that he could recall - especially the huge, swinging, bare tits part - but he knew better than to point that out. The kisses were very nice too. They were slow and romantic, the kind that usually were a prelude to full kisses on the lips.

Then she leaned forward again, and he thought for sure a French kiss would follow. But instead she went to his left ear and kissed it. Or at least it was kind of a kiss. In fact, there was a lot of tongue. She seemed to alternate between licking all over his ear and planting small kisses on it.

No one had ever given any special physical attention to his ears before, and he was surprised at just how powerfully erotic and all-around great it felt. His erection twitched visibly under the covers, as if there were a direct connection between his ears and his dick. It helped that she was slowly sliding her pillowy tit-flesh all over his chest. His boner remained untouched, but there was a special vibe in the air, and he actually felt nearly as much pleasure as if she were jacking him off.

She eventually pulled back and just stood there. She seemed unaware that her robe had just slipped even lower, so that it was only her wide hips which barely prevented her entire bush from being exposed.

Between the long hugging and cuddling and the kiss, he'd admired her bountiful rack earlier, but that was when her eyes were closed. Now he openly stared at it with her full knowledge, and without shame.

Susan was very blissed out, and didn't mind at all. In fact, she turned a bit this way and that, blatantly showing off her hefty melons. As she did this, she said, "You know, I've been thinking about something we did last night. Even though things went too far, I think Suzanne has the right idea. I have to get over my fears and phobias and the only way to do that is with constant practice. Just like how they help people to get over their fear of heights, or snakes, or what-have-you. What we need to do is practice, but without going too far and doing something sinful and depraved. Do you think you can handle that?"

He nodded, trying not to appear too eager. He wasn't sure what she meant by "practice," but he figured that whatever it was would be great, especially since her chest was increasingly heaving with excitement.

Chapter 15

Susan knelt down by the edge of the bed. Thrusting her chest forward again, she said, "I think it's best if you ... explore ... my, uh, upper torso, er, chestal region. Since you seem so fascinated with that part of my body, we both get too excited when you touch me there. But maybe if we repeatedly practice it in a controlled setting, we'll get used to it and I won't be filled with such a constant and uncontrollable desire to suck your cock." She blushed and bowed her head. "Um, I mean, perform oral sex on your member."

He loved how she looked when she pinned her hands behind her head and thrust her chest forward. And he loved how her globes were already rising up and down repeatedly in time to her heavy breathing.

He reached out with both hands. He saw that she was trembling all over in what was probably some combination of lust and fear, and he didn't want to scare her off. So he started tentatively at first, barely brushing her boobs with a feather-light touch and keeping far away from her nipples.

He saw that caused her to shiver and tremble even more, so he experimented with light touches. He grazed her skin with his hands, carefully keeping within that boundary between touching and not touching. In so doing, he brushed her tiny, nearly invisible body hairs in a delightful way that caused her to pant even louder.

She'd long known that her breasts were extra sensitive, but whenever he played with her there the intensity of her response always surprised her just the same. She felt she'd been jolted with a powerful shock, but one of pure pleasure.

It felt so good that she couldn't stand it for long. She was **** to say, "Tiger, please! Can you do something else for a while? This practice is supposed to make me want to suck your cock less, not more! God, it's so good!"

He obligingly moved his fingers to her nipples and began twisting them lightly.

Susan gasped out loud. If anything, his nipple play felt even better and it was all she could do not to climax. It was almost as if her nipples had all the nerve endings of a clitoris. OH GOD! DEAR GOD! TOO MUCH! She panted wildly, but tried to endure the rush of total arousal.

He knew she loved nipple play, but he didn't yet understand how stimulating one part of her body could strongly affect her elsewhere. So he calmly asked while he fondled, "I don't understand, Mom. I'm just playing with your breasts. What does that have to do with oral sex?"

She panted, "Wait! Can you ... Just ... Can you just ... Hold 'em! Don't ... twist!"

He kept his fingers still until her breathing calmed down. As they waited, he spontaneously exclaimed, "Mom, I love you so much!" He was feeling so much love for her, as well as lust, that he just had to express it.

She beamed with maternal joy. "I know. I know. And I love you. But just ... hold 'em, for now. Nipples too ... sensitive..."

She waited a little longer. She was riding a powerful erotic buzz and wasn't in any hurry. She gazed longingly at the large bulge in the bed sheets. Mmmm! I have the best son ever! Such a GOOD son! So loving, so kind, so thoughtful. And he's so wonderfully endowed. I'm truly blessed! Other sons might try to take advantage of their horny, busty mommies, but he understands I'm in a fragile and sensitive state right now.

As her chest slowed its heaving, his fingers started to resume their exploration of her massive mounds. He was tentative at first, but when she didn't complain, he grew a bit more assertive, even tweaking her nipples a bit. But he didn't want her to get too aroused to continue, so he was sparing with the nipple play.

Finally, he prodded her again. "Mom, what does playing with your tits have to do with oral sex?"

She answered honestly, "I don't know. But there seems to be some kind of connection between my nipples, my pussy, and my mouth. When one are gets stimulated, it's like an electric current keeps shooting between them all until I don't know up from down."

She thought to herself, I'm so WET! God, am I soaked! Mmmm! There really does seem to be some kind of direct line from my nipples to my clitoris, and my mouth too! This is almost as much fun as making love to his fat cock with my lips and tongue!

She continued, "All I know is that I want to make you feel good in return, and I start thinking about that ... big ... cock. That great big tasty ... mouthwateringly delicious and thick ... Oh so good and yummy ... mmmm ... COCK!"

She was staring so intently at the bulge his boner was making in the sheets that it seemed like her eyes would burn a hole through the fabric to expose his erection. He was copiously leaking pre-cum, which made a noticeable wet spot on the white sheet. She could almost see through it, and just thinking about what was there made her salivate.

But as much as he would have liked another blowjob, at that moment he wanted to stop her emotional mood swings. He didn't want her to wake up the next day feeling even worse about herself, because if that kept happening, eventually something much worse would happen, though he wasn't sure quite what. He was in this for the long haul, so he tried to think strategically instead of just thinking with his dick.

He said, "Shhhh! You'll wake up Ron! Do you want him to hear you yelling 'cock' in his son's bedroom?"

She blushed. "No, I suppose not."

The reminder of Ron aroused her more, not less. She contemplated throwing the sheets back and stuffing Alan's erection into her mouth. Even the way he was being so understanding was turning her on terribly. But she knew that if she did that, things could easily spiral out of control. Her nipples and pussy were tingling, and an orgasm was slowly building inside her.

She thought, I am kneeling already. This is the standard cocksucking position, and my favorite position in the whole wide world! Naked and on my knees for my son! All I have to do is lean forward a little bit, and he can keep playing with my chest while I suck! I need it so bad, I'm starting to drool!

But then she grew nervous and looked towards Alan's door. It was clear from her face that she was thinking about her husband just down the hall.

She stood up, putting her tits out of her son's reach. As she did, her robe finally fell off the rest of the way. She turned around so she could bend over to pick it up. That put her ass and pussy practically in her son's face.

While she lingered an extremely long time picking up the robe, Alan had plenty of opportunity to notice just how wet she'd gotten between her legs. New rivulets were flowing from her puffy labia.

He could clearly see every detail of her snatch, which was showing between her legs. He was sorely tempted to reach out and "get her attention" right there, but he remembered the importance of not pushing her too far yet again. He didn't want to do anything that might cause her to end this new tradition on future nights, so he refrained.

But while he was timid in his lack of action, his imagination didn't hold back. He thought as he examined her cunt, Dang! That is where I want to be! Right in that fucking hole. Hot damn! I'm doing my sister and then I'm going to do my mother! I'm gonna BANG her! Yes! And that ass! It's so perfect it doesn't seem real. So firm and muscular, yet so soft and feminine. If I could just reach out ... If only it wasn't for Ron...

She finally stood up and turned back around to face him. "Thanks for the nice kiss, Tiger, but remember what I said about no funny stuff, okay? Otherwise we can't do this again tomorrow."

"Okay, Mom. No funny stuff." His eyes greedily devoured her body, which was nude from head to toe.

She was also looking at him hungrily. Her eyes still lingered on the big tent in his bed sheets that was doing a very poor job of hiding his erection.

She said, "I'm proud of you. You showed some self-control, and that gave me the strength to have self-control too. All we did was have a goodnight kiss and work on curing our phobias a little bit. What's wrong with that?" She seemed as intent on convincing herself as she was in talking to him.

"Oh. I forgot to tuck you in." She sat back down on his bed, still nude, and patted down and smoothed out his sheets, as she pulled them up to Alan's neck. She seemed to have particular "trouble" smoothing out the large bulge in the sheets between his legs.

Alan thought for sure that a handjob was in the offing, and he waited for her to start stroking. But suddenly she disengaged and stood up again.

"Good night, Tiger. Sweet dreams." She blew him a kiss, and then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.

His hands went back to her big tits without him even thinking about it. The simple cheek kiss lasted a ridiculously long time, a minute or more, and all the while he groped and kneaded her panting and heaving rack.

When she stood up, she indirectly acknowledged the charade. "Tiger, I can't help you out directly with your problem, per se, at least not until Ron leaves. Well, unless you want clinical and passionless help. I think you'd prefer Aunt Suzy to that, though. But I can give you a little visual stimulation every now and then. I think that's allowable, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with that? Is it a sin? Is it something good mommies shouldn't do?"

"Of course it's not a sin, Mom. Geez! And I think you're the best mom ever, because you're willing to help out like that. I love you so much that it physically hurts when I see you go!"

She smiled contentedly. She silently mouthed the words, "I love you too." Then she put the robe back on (but loosely, leaving it wide open in front), and started to leave again.

However, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the sleeve of her robe. "Wait! Mom ... before you go..." He suddenly grew shy and abashed.

She drew closer, knelt next to him and tenderly stroked his hair. She smiled and waited for him to gain courage to speak.

Finally, he said, "Mom, something's been bothering me a lot all evening. A lot. I was even pacing around for a while, and I couldn't concentrate at all. But you'll think it's weird."

She took his hand in his lap and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I promise I won't think it's weird. Besides, look at us." She waved a hand through the air, gesturing at her still bared tits and the growing wet spot on his sheet. "Things have gotten pretty weird, so weird is the new normal."

They chuckled a bit at that. He continued, "It's just ... I get jealous! I couldn't stop thinking about you and Ron out on the town, doing who-knows-what." He suddenly looked up at her face with great fear. "Did he kiss you tonight?"

"No. He didn't so much as blow me a kiss." She thought proudly, And I wouldn't let him if he tried! Son, I belong to you now!

"Phew!" He was surprised at the depth of his feelings on the matter. His sense of relief was tremendous.

"What?" She thought about his reaction, and a grin spread across her face. "Are you getting possessive about your mommy?"

He replied, abashed, "Yeah. I guess I am."

She found this idea so arousing that somehow her hand wasn't holding his hand anymore. It shifted a few inches over and began grasping his erection through the sheet. She admitted, "That's ... I don't know. That makes me feel good. Really good." Her grasping quickly turned to stroking.

He smiled at her. "Wow. Awesome! So ... In the future..."

"Will I kiss Ron? On the lips?"

Alan winced at that. Then he nodded shyly.

She replied coyly, "Well, that depends. It depends on what you want me to do. I kind of like to think of myself as 'your girl.' What would you have me do?"

He felt a sudden surge of arousal so great that he nearly shot his load. It was physical, thanks to her stroking fingers, but the mental rush was even greater. Wow! Mom? My girl?! That is so awesome! And I thought today was gonna be a setback day!

He gathered his courage again, and said, "Mom? Um, I don't want you to kiss him again, okay? That would mean a lot to me."

"But he's my husband," she pointed out.

However, between the wry smile on her face and the way she was jacking him off through the sheet, he could tell she was just teasing. "Even still..." He didn't want to say more, because it led to very uncomfortable Oedipal areas.

There was a long pause. The room was dead silent except for the sound of fabric sliding around his stiff pole. Even that didn't make much noise, because her fingers had spread his wet spot to cover his entire erection, and so there was less of a rustling sound and more of a squishy one.

She found herself thinking, I AM Ron's wife. No matter what he may or may not be, that's still a fact. But, on the other hand ... I'm Tiger's personal cocksucker now too. One of them. Apparently of many! That thought gave her a big thrill, causing her fingers to slide faster.

If not now, then soon, he'll have a lot of busty, beautiful helpers. Including the likes of Brenda. And that's kind of a responsibility for me too, to be one of them. True, I haven't taken any kind of formal, spoken vows, but I feel it in my heart. Actually, there wasn't anything in my marriage vows to Ron that said I had to kiss him. Now as one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers, I have to serve him and him alone. Just like he somehow has got me jacking him off with both hands. He's just so clever and irresistible!

Where does my loyalty lie?! Ron abandoned whatever rights he had to me through twenty years of neglect! No, the answer is clear: my body belongs to my son now! At least he knows how to use it and appreciate it!

Finally, she looked away and whispered, "Very well." It was a subdued moment on the outside, but on the inside, shivers of excitement shot up and down her spine. She knew this was a pivotal moment.

Her answer took so long in coming that he had to ask to confirm, "So you won't kiss him again? For real?"

She muttered, embarrassed, "Not if I can help it!"

"COOL!" He very nearly came on the spot. The only thing that saved him was that he'd anticipated an upcoming crisis based on her answer, so he was already squeezing his PC muscle.

She thrilled to feel his cock throbbing in her hands. She thought, Who am I trying to kid with my vow? Yes, I need time to get my head together. But that's just a temporary thing. When it comes right down to it, I'm Tiger's big-titted mommy slut, and I love it! I can't tell him that yet, though, or he'd get too demanding. I need time!

Another minute or so passed in complete silence, except for the squishy sounds caused by her stroking fingers and the sound of their heavy breathing. She was sorely tempted to pull the sheet off him so she could suck and stroke him directly, but she was determined to show at least some resolve. Besides, she was afraid that Ron would walk down the hall. Finally, she said, "I'm not really jacking you off, you know. This doesn't count, because the sheet is in the way."

He nodded. He couldn't care less what her justification was, as long as she kept going.

Another minute went by. He was getting extremely close to orgasm, and grunted, "Mom, I'm gonna..."

"Shhhh!" She laid a finger across her lips while the fingers of her other hand kept up her steady rhythm. "You can't cum since I'm not jacking you off. We're just sitting here, relaxing."

He grunted quietly, and suddenly the wet spot grew larger. A lot larger. His dick tried to jerk around wildly, but she brought her other hand down and more or less held it in place. She kept stroking it until it finally quieted.

With a naughty grin, she looked down at his crotch and pretended to be surprised by what she saw. "My goodness! What do we have here?" Her fingers were still stroking, trying to coax out a few more drops of cum before he went flaccid. "It looks like I need to change the sheets."

"No, Mom, please don't. Not now. Believe you me, there's been many a night I've gone to sleep with a wet spot. I'll just sleep on the other side."

She thought, Oh dear! The sin of Onan writ large! So much precious seed, all wasted. I hope those days are gone forever. But she merely asked, "Are you sure?"

He nodded.

She stood up and bent over. They kissed again, still avoiding each other's lips.

Somehow he knew that was just what she wanted, so he also refrained from fondling her dangling melons.

She straightened back up, looking extremely satisfied with the entire encounter. Wordlessly, she walked out of the room, all but holding the robe up at her hips, since the sash wasn't helping. When she reached the door, she finally re-tied the sash on her robe, making herself presentable again. She winked and blew him another kiss as she walked out the door.

She felt like she and her son had shared a magic moment, and she couldn't have been happier. But as soon as she left the room and walked into the dark and empty hallway, it was as if a spell had been broken. Suddenly, Ron was a real person again, lying asleep down the hall, and not just a distant concept. She felt terrible for trampling all over her marriage vows.

She felt dirty and ashamed. She had a hard time going back to sleep while she heard Ron breathing and snoring right next to her. However, she wasn't that upset, relatively speaking, because she consoled herself that she'd resisted her extremely strong urge to suck her son's cock.

She eventually decided, That's it! Tonight I finally started to turn things around. I can have a little fun without going completely crazy. True, he managed to get me naked, which he seems to do to me every single time. But I resisted! And while I did stroke his glorious cock a little bit, it wasn't like a full-on thing. It was just like I was tucking him in, and straightening the sheets a little. Okay, a lot! But the point is, I held back. I didn't suck! We didn't make out either. I can't allow myself to drop to my knees and suck his, uh, member, completely dry every time I see him, so that's an important step. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

As for promising him I won't kiss Ron anymore, what's the big deal about that? I'm just acknowledging reality. With Ron doing who-knows-what to God-knows-who in Thailand, I need to be careful in any case. And with Tiger's serious medical condition, I just have to accept the fact that I'll be stroking and sucking his member a lot from now on.

So why do I feel so ... high? I feel terribly guilty, and sinful, but oh-so-good too! I'm ecstatic! I'm gonna be Tiger's girl! His, exclusively! His "beautiful centerfold mom," serving and servicing his big cock daily! That just feels so right!

She thought about the words Suzanne had been telling her to say. "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." Oooh! I feel terribly guilty saying that, with Ron sleeping right next to me. But at the same time, it sends shivers up and down my spine! The best kind of shivers, too! In fact, I'd better not think about it anymore or I'll be too excited to sleep.

Alan, meanwhile, had a post-orgasmic energy crash as soon as Susan left. Within a minute, he was fast asleep. The few thoughts he had before surrendering to slumber were completely euphoric. He didn't feel any guilt at all.