Good lovin' Gone Bad: Part 4

Chapter 10

Three o'clock came and went, but Susan didn't even notice. She was still in the den, sitting in front of the computer, reading the erotic story that Suzanne had "downloaded" for her from the Internet. Suzanne had heavily altered the story, including renaming it to "Mom's Gotta Have Her Son's Big Cock". Among other things, Suzanne had changed all the names of characters in the story so that they were similar to, but not exactly the same as, those in Susan's real life.

Another aspect of Suzanne's edit was that the revised story was just as much about the main character "Alex" and his relationship with his aunt "Sally" as about his relationship with his mother "Susie". Susan was reaching the end of the story, which she was reading for the second time. Her clothes were on the floor and her fingers were either in her pussy or on her nipples, except when they were needed to scroll the story on the screen.

She was so into it, she'd completely forgotten to eat her lunch. She read:

"Mmmm! Sally, I want to share. Here, you take your side on his cock. One tongue just isn't enough to fully satisfy Alex. I need your help."

Sally bent forward and joined Susie in her licking. "Mmmm! Yum! You're so right! I'm sure one tongue would be enough for most boys his age, but his cock is just so big and thick that it really does need two."

"Mmmm! You said it!" Susie exclaimed. She was so excited to be sharing with her sister once more that she swallowed all of Alex's cockhead and started bobbing on it in her enthusiasm. There was nothing in the world that made her happier than feeling her lips stretched wide, sliding up and down her son's thick shaft while her tongue tickled his most sensitive spots. But sharing that task with her sister was even better, knowing that the rest of his many inches were being taken care of at the same time.

Like Susie, Sally loved to lick Alex's thick rod. But she was in a talkative mood, so she said to him, "What do you think? Can you handle TWO big-titted women? Can you handle it if we wake you up like this every single morning?"

He replied, "Oh boy! You know I love it! Just like I love how we sleep together with the two of you cuddled up next to me every night. This is the best!"

Susie pulled off to say, "Nothing but the best for my special son!"

Sally nodded. "That's why we belong to you now. We live to serve you." With that, she slid her lips all the way along his cock and then engulfed his cockhead in her mouth.

Susie looked on admiringly as she watched Sally bob up and down for a few moments. But then she remembered that it took two tongues to fully cover her son's length, so she got busy licking his balls. She knew how much he loved that. At the same time she muttered, "We live to serve you!"

In real life, this caused Susan to groan out loud, squealing as she fingered herself. She muttered, "YES! What a GREAT story! It's so true! It's all so true!"

She kept reading:

As Susie slathered Alex's balls with her tongue, she thought about Sally's suggestion that they wake him every morning with a double blowjob. Now that it had been suggested, she couldn't imagine it any other way. What better way to start her son's day than with a long, sloppy, slurpy blowjob? Two tongues and two pairs of lips were the only proper way-

Susan froze and her heart leapt to her throat when she heard the sound of the garage door opening.

At first, she was filled with joy, because she figured it was Alan. The story had made her so hot to trot that she briefly considered meeting him in the garage wearing what she currently had on - nothing - and blowing him as soon as he got out of the car.

But then it occurred to her that it could be her daughter Katherine instead. Or even worse, Ron coming home unexpectedly early. The odds of it being Ron were quite low, but it could easily be Katherine.

That realization caused her to panic. She quickly closed the word-processing program, then scampered to collect her clothes and put them on. She was glad that she'd heard the garage door, because that would give her about a minute before whoever it was entered the house, and even longer before she was found in the den.

Please, please, please, let that be Tiger! Dear Lord, please! I'm so horny, I can't stand it!

She was able to put her clothes on and even make herself presentable, because no one came looking for her. As a result, it slowly dawned on her that it almost certainly was Katherine who had come home, because Alan would have come looking for her to ask about his scheduled abnormality check.

A few minutes later, Susan went upstairs and heard music coming from Katherine's bedroom, confirming her disappointment.

She dragged herself back to the den and sat moping in front of the computer. Darn it! What a drag! If Tiger's not here I wish I could at least finish the story, but I can't. And I was just getting to my favorite part, where Susie tells all of us big-titted mothers that it's not only our choice to serve our son's big cocks, it's our duty! Mmmm. "We live to serve you." Yes we do, Tiger!

Knowing that she would be too tempted to continue reading if she sat in front of the computer, she instead went into the kitchen. She realized that she'd missed lunch, so she fixed a pomegranate quinoa pilaf to tide herself over until that evening. I wonder how Suzanne found that story. It's uncannily similar to the situation here, so much so that it's almost unreal! Why, even the names are kind of similar. The big difference of course is that Alex never had a medical diagnosis that required such treatment. It was just that his big cock was too tempting for his mother and aunt to resist! But Suzanne and I do have a medically valid reason to help him do his thing, so I have NO excuse for NOT helping him! If Suzanne found out that I was shirking my duties, boy, she'd really let me have it!

Suzanne had cleverly tailored the story so there were some similarities, such as the names, but also just enough differences that Susan wouldn't get too suspicious. Of course, Suzanne wouldn't have tried this gambit at all unless she knew just how naïve and trusting Susan was. Even a week earlier Susan probably would have been too scandalized to read the story at all, but Suzanne knew which of her friend's buttons to push and just when to push them.

Katherine came downstairs to get a snack while Susan was still eating her late lunch. She gave her mother the news that Alan had made plans to spend the afternoon with friends.

Susan was extremely disappointed, if not outright crushed. But a short time later she got good news in the form of another call from Ron who said he definitely wouldn't be home until very late, so not to prepare dinner for him or wait up for him.

She spent her time gardening in the backyard, since that task helped occupy her both physically and mentally. She realized that all was not lost, but merely delayed a little. She knew that Alan always came home in time for dinner, so with Ron gone she figured she'd get her chance to "help" her horny son one way or another before the evening was over.

Her arousal from reading the story had reached a fever pitch around the time that she had expected Alan to come home, so now her gardening gave her time to calm herself almost back to normal. But her sexual fire was still burning and she was determined to give her son his "abnormality check" no matter what. An hour later, she gave Katherine some money, telling her to go shopping and hinting strongly that she should stay out of the house until dinner time.

Katherine wasn't stupid. She'd already caught wind of the Tuesday checks and what they were about, so she went to the mall to make herself scarce. She hoped that the more sexually involved Susan got with Alan, the less angry Susan would be when her own intimacy with him came out.

Suzanne really wanted some time alone with Alan, and she also wanted to work with him more so he'd be confident when he talked to Brenda the next day. But she knew better than to get between Susan and her quarry on a Tuesday, and she felt he was already fairly well prepared for Brenda. She stayed at home and kept Amy there as well. Suzanne figured that getting Susan over her remaining prudish hang-ups was the most important factor in the success of her overall scheme, so making sure the "abnormality check" went off without any hitches was the day's top priority. She saw it as a test to see if Susan would suck Alan's cock without Suzanne pressuring her to do it.

Left alone with time on her hands, Susan contemplated how things would be with Alan after Ron had returned to Asia. There was little doubt that things would get more sexual again, and do so rapidly. She'd pretty much promised that to Alan already. But she was still looking for a way to revel in her new-found sensuality without feeling immoral while doing so. In particular, she looked for any excuse that would allow her to jack and suck her son off even more frequently without it appearing that she wanted to do so, since such an excuse would ease her conscience and perhaps his as well. But so far the only rationale she had found was the need for the weekly abnormality check that Akami had 'prescribed'. Suzanne had offered some other general excuses but they weren't convincing; they all still left Susan feeling guilty.

It had been two weeks since her day of total debauchery with Alan, and the remembered love and pleasure of that day made her long for another. For the past few days, it seemed like she'd been slipping up more and more. She'd "accidentally" wound up with her son's cock in her hand or mouth with increasing frequently. All that increased her desire for the Tuesday "abnormality check."

Thanks in large part to Suzanne's constant encouragement, she could think of little else but to get another taste of her son's sweet cum. It was the focus of her dreams every night, at least those she could remember. She lived in fear that she would talk in her sleep, so that her husband would hear her saying sexual things about their son, such as "Give it to me, Tiger! Stuff your big, thick cock in my mouth!" Fortunately, she wasn't prone to talking in her sleep, but the concern was still there.

When she was awake, it wasn't much different. She spent nearly the entire day daydreaming about blowjobs, and even planning out specific moves and techniques she'd be using on him later. She couldn't stop salivating and licking her lips in anticipation.

Chapter 11

Alan got home around five-thirty, shortly after his adventure with Heather. He went straight from the garage to his room without even pausing to say hello to his mother. He wanted to minimize every interruption so that he could still manage to take a reasonably long, though very late, afternoon nap before he was called to dinner.

He figured that, if he was lucky, he might actually catch thirty minutes of sleep. Not only did missing his nap usually make him feel listless, but the sex with Heather had drained him as if he'd been participating in an exhausting sporting event.

Susan heard him come home, and naturally she could barely contain her excitement. She'd put a lot of thought into what she should wear, now that she was home alone with her son. She'd ultimately decided on one of Suzanne's power suits. Although it did show off some cleavage, her main rationale was that it was so expensive and formal that she'd be "****" to take it all off before long. Plus, as Suzanne had advised her, the more clothes she had to take off, the longer she could work him up, enticing him before even touching him.

While waiting and waiting for Alan to come home, she'd helped herself to a glass of wine to boost her courage. That had also loosened her inhibitions. So, although she was nervous, she also bubbled with happiness and anticipation.

She knocked on his door. "Tiger, it's your mother." It was open a crack already so she pushed right in.

Alan had barely entered the room himself, and was in the middle of marking off his daily orgasms chart. He just said, "Hi, Mom." Even as she came in, he dove towards his bed, ready to sleep.

"Tiger, what do you think you're doing?" she asked with great surprise, as if he didn't take a nap every day.

He flopped down onto his bed like someone half alive. "Mom, I'm soooo exhausted. Is Ron home? When will we be able to do our thing?"

"Good news!" she said giddily. "He's gone until after dinner. In fact he probably will be out until fairly late! I've been waiting for you all afternoon, but no matter. We can do your abnormality check right now!"

Alan's dick started to swell, but to his intense displeasure he found that the more engorged it became the more it hurt. He couldn't help but say, "Oh no!"

When he realized that he'd sounded harsh, he explained, "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea right now. I just discovered this very second that my dick isn't feeling too good. Not good at all. It's kinda gotten excited, and that makes it hurt. Dang!" He willed himself to stay flaccid, with some success.

She felt her jealousy rising. She asked fearfully, "Why is it hurting so much? Where have you been?"

Before he could think up an answer, she turned around and stared at his orgasm chart. "Oh my goodness! FOUR more checks?! Tiger! Have you been creaming all over more big-titted cheerleaders today?"

Again, he was stunned by the accuracy of her guess. He asked, "Why do you always assume I'm with big-titted cheerleaders?"

"Well, were you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point."

Somehow, her lust overwhelmed her jealousy when she found out he was with "big-titted cheerleaders." She envisioned him naked in bed and covered by two of them, if not three, and that filled her with pride over what a stud he was becoming. "Woo-hoo! Tiger! I'm so proud of you. Who did you do? Was that head cheerleader Heather there? Was she one of them? I hope you nailed her good!" There was a lusty fire in her eyes as she reveled in his sexual prowess.

He was even further amazed at how accurately she was guessing, but didn't want to kiss and tell. He said, "Mom, that's private. I can't tell you that. But I still don't get why all this cheerleader talk."

Susan sat on the edge of his desk and unbuttoned her blouse. "By the way, do you mind if I take this off? If we're gonna do this check, I don't want to ruin these nice clothes."

"Um," he started to reply. He worried about the state of his penis, but he didn't know how to discourage her adorable and infectious enthusiasm.

She rushed on while continuing to unbutton. "As for my guessing, it's simple. If you're the best at sex, you should get the best. I know you didn't cream all over Christine, or you'd be bouncing off the walls with excitement. Angel and Amy are out. So that only leaves the cheerleaders. Women check each other out, you know, and even though I haven't been at your school much, I saw that a lot of the hotties were on the squad with Angel and Amy."

She squirmed as she admitted, "God, it makes me so hot, thinking about you staking your claim over all the most beautiful girls in school!"

"Well, Mom, I don't know about that. I was a complete virgin not that long ago. But whoever it was today - and I really can't name names - she left me as limp as a dishrag. My dick really hurts, so I'm leaving it completely alone while I lie here."

She thought, Oh my goodness! Tiger left me suffering here, waiting for him while he was driving his big cock into a pile of busty cheerleaders! That should make me angry, but it's just TOO HOT!

She brushed off his concerns with a wave of her hand, staring intently at his groin. I hope he blasted his creamy goo all over their faces, and their big tits too! Mmmm! I would have loved to see that. My goodness! How could any loving mother not hear that and drop to her knees and SUCK?! It's just not possible!

Then she looked away and seemed to bring her emotions more under control. "That's what the abnormality check is for. We have to check your penis once a week, looking for damage, and report it to Nurse Akami. I'm very concerned that it might be injured. We need to check how it's doing right now."

Reluctantly, he sat up in bed.

By this time she was down to just her bra and panties. She moved over to the edge of his bed and started to pull his clothes off. Making a feeble effort to mask her eagerness, she stared at him intently. She didn't realize how sultry her passionate stare made her look. "Now remember, we have to do this very dispassionately. Can you handle that, Tiger? This isn't just another blowjob. Er, I mean handjob. We have to be very detached and clinical."

"I don't think I'll be able to handle anything at all. I tell you, seriously, this six-times-a-day thing has left my dick totally wiped out today."

He thought to himself, Of all the times to run into Heather! Dang! What rotten luck! If Mom asked me to fuck her right now I'd have to say no. Shoot! And she's extra hot to trot today. I don't believe this "clinical" bullshit for a minute; she's not detached at all!

"Nonsense," she stated firmly as she began to rub his member until it was semi-turgid. "I know you have enormous sexual stamina. Show your mother how hard you can get so she can make a good report to the nurse."

She held his penis as if she were in awe of it, as if she were holding the world's most precious diamond. She tried to stay poker-faced, but in fact she was smiling broadly, overjoyed to feel it again even though it refused to become erect. She thought back to the erotic "testimonial" she'd read for much of the day, recalling how the two lusty women in that story had behaved. It confirmed her sense that what she was doing was right and proper.

"Normally that's true, Mom, but I really don't think I can manage today. They wiped me out." There actually hadn't been a "they," but he figured if he said "they" he might divert her from her all-too-accurate guess about him being with Heather.

"'They'?! Wow. Amazing! My guess was right. Such a BIG, strong boy!" She thought of her son's erection being licked and shared by two or three busty cheerleaders at once, which made her feel even more tingly between her legs. She brought a second hand to his crotch, using it to fondle his balls.

But then she turned pouty. "Tiger, I'm sad. I've been waiting all afternoon to help you with your problem, only to find out you've been spilling your seed on two busty teens. Was it two? Or more?! 'They' could mean three or four, even! Oh my! In any case, you're a real meanie." She was crushed, because she really had assumed he would always put her first and be able to cum for her at any time.

He looked her deeply in the eyes and said with heartfelt sorrow, "I'm sorry, Mom. You said Ron would be here all afternoon, remember? So I figured it didn't matter if I was home or not. You know I'd rather be with you than a hundred cheerleaders."

Hearing that made her feel a lot better. Still fondling his balls and his almost-flaccid penis with both hands, she looked up at him bashfully. "Really? I can't compete with all those sweet young things."

"There's nobody's lips I'd rather see wrapped around my dick than yours, Mom. It's really true."

"Awww. That's so sweet. But you're just saying that." She kicked her legs back and forth with giddy nervousness as she sat there.

"Really! There are some good-looking girls at school, for sure. I have no idea why some of them are interested in me all of a sudden. But none of them hold a candle to you. There's no way I'd be close to keeping up with my six-times-a-day prescription if not for you and Aunt Suzy helping out. Like what you did this morning; that kept me going all day."

"I'm glad I could be of help. But don't worry about your soreness; just let your mommy take care of it. She'll make everything all better." She rubbed his dick some more, but still to no avail.

She wasn't completely upset by this development, because it gave her an excuse that "****" her to take off her bra, supposedly to provide more visual stimulation.

She kept fondling his penis and balls for a few more minutes. Her fondling of his balls felt particularly nice, but his penis simply refused to get completely hard.

It certainly wasn't for her lack of trying. She put into practice Suzanne's lesson on how to keep her bare tits subtly swinging and moving while she stroked, and she said things like, "Look what you've done. You've got your busty mommy wearing nothing but heels and panties. And somehow, I wonder how long my panties will stay on. I'm trying to stay calm and collected, but thinking about you drilling all those cheerleaders has just got me too excited!" She arched her back. "Are any of them as stacked as I am?"

He groaned helplessly. Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! She's so fucking stacked! If only I'd known Ron wouldn't be here, and Mom would be like this, I would have been home in a flash after school!

He muttered, "No. None of them hold a candle to you."

She beamed at that. She liked the big-titted cheerleader talk, but only if she was still his favorite. She kept on stroking and striking sexy poses, but still to no effect. She was frustrated as hell after waiting all day for this moment.

In fact, Alan could have willed his dick to be fully erect at any moment just by giving in to his lust. But he purposely didn't do so, because he anticipated that if it got hard it would hurt a lot, and that if he actually ejaculated it would hurt even more. He also was concerned that the abnormality check would escalate. Normally, that would be a great thing, but he didn't want her to taste Heather's juices that were still on his dick. He thought that she liked the idea of him being with "big-titted cheerleaders," at least in theory, but if she were to have such direct evidence of him actually fucking someone else she might get jealous. So he focused on disgusting thoughts and continued to will himself to stay flaccid instead.

Finally, Susan said, "Tiger, would it help if I tried to stimulate it by putting it in my mouth? Is that what you want? Do you want your own mother to suck your penis? Actually, I should cut the bull and call it a cock. Your father has a penis, but you have a COCK. In fact, I just told that to Brenda yesterday, that most men have penises, but you have a cock."

"What?! Really?!" A powerful jolt of pleasure shot down his spine.

"I did! I really told her that. And as for sucking, if that's what I have to do then I'm willing to do it. Although it seems so very improper!" She said "improper," but she made it sound more like "delightful."

As tempted as he felt, his dick still hurt, and he still feared she would taste Heather. He had to redouble his efforts to keep it from engorging.

Her sexy suggestion had made her more excited than him. Her bare chest began to heave from heavy breathing, while her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Alan flailed about for an excuse, and decided to continue his pseudo-charade of tiredness. "Mom, normally I'd love that idea, any time you want. But not now. It's really not reviving."

Seemingly ignoring his words altogether, she bent down and started breathing on it.

It twitched with life, but still only got about halfway hard at best.

She said, "Look, Son. Look what you're making me do. You meanie! All I wanted to do is give you a completely clinical abnormality check, but now you've got me nearly naked before it can even start!"

He thought, Have mercy! Fuck me. Is this some kind of cruel joke?! Why does my dick have to hurt so much now?!

Seeing that his penis wasn't responding, she blew on his balls for a while, and bathed them with her tongue. It felt great, and he groaned repeatedly in appreciation, but she realized that it wasn't getting them anywhere.

So she sat back up and asked, "How about if I get completely naked? Do you want me to take these wet panties all the way off? Do you want me to suck your big cock like that? Will it make your cock that much stiffer and longer knowing how you've utterly humiliated me and talked me out of all my clothes yet again? I know that's wrong, and I vowed not to do that while your father was here, but I suppose I have to do it. I just can't resist your powerful cock's urgent demands! I'm willing to do it if that's what it takes to help you with your problem. I'd do anything to help you, Tiger. But we have to be clear about the boundaries and not go-"

He interrupted, "Mom, listen! My dick is in pain, okay? It hurts. When it gets hard, it really, really hurts. I just have to take it easy. If I do, tomorrow it will be much better, I'm sure. Let's do this tomorrow. I'd love it, then."

He thought to himself, I can't believe I just said that. I'm turning Mom down?! Curse Heather! Fuck her lousy timing. Fuck!

But Susan was like a sex junkie who just would not be denied her Tuesday cock fix. "Akami said it has to be on Tuesday," she said in a pouty voice, like a child denied her favorite toy. She began to pull her panties down her thighs, but Alan just shook his head no.

She finally bowed to the inevitable and just sat back, looking sad. "I thought this was something you wanted?" she asked tentatively in a hurt tone of voice.

"I do! I do! So much! Nothing is more important than that you make these penis checks. But just not at this very moment. I can't control how my dick feels all the time; it just does what it does."

She seemed relieved at that. "Okay, why don't we give it a couple of hours? Let's try again later this evening. If it still hurts then, then we'll need to talk to Akami about it and get her advice."

He nodded. He was upset with himself, but he knew that if he gave in and let his dick grow he'd regret it later in a major way. He said, "I think that's all we can do. The only cure for my soreness is time and some rest."

After she left, he thought, Geez! I never imagined Mom would be this enthusiastic. But the frustrating thing is, I know she's going through a lot of **** mood swings these days. Right now she can't get enough of me, but what'll she be like tomorrow, or even in a couple of hours? She might get a call from one of her relatives or something like that. Then suddenly she'll be dressing like the Amish again. I needed to strike when the iron was hot and kind of push her boundaries a little further, but the timing was wrong. I just couldn't manage it. Dammit!

Chapter 12

Susan called some of Ron's colleagues, confirming that he would be gone until at least ten o'clock and perhaps as late as midnight. Katherine came home from shopping to eat dinner, and Amy came over too, but Susan gave them cash and told them to go to a movie once dinner was over. This time, she wanted to be certain no one would be there to interfere.

She called Suzanne to commiserate. After she'd explained the situation, she griped, "Oh, Suzanne. This is ****! I loved that testimonial you had me read, by the way. It was like Susie was speaking directly to me. Our lives are so similar, it's uncanny!"

Suzanne said, "That's true. That's why I thought you should read it. But when you think about it, out of all the millions and millions of people out there, there are bound to be some in very similar circumstances. I imagine there are a lot of buxom mothers out there who have sons with very demanding penises, who decide like you did that they have to do what's right and help out any way they can."

"Yes, that's true," Susan sighed longingly, wishing she could be helping him out with her mouth at that very moment. "What Susie wrote was so moving that I almost cried. I mean, here's this woman, a good woman, just living her life, except that she's got a son with a big cock that's erect simply ALL the time! What could she do? Could she just leave him suffering with blue balls, practically twenty-four hours a day? No, of course not!"

Suzanne loved how Susan was swallowing her latest indoctrination ploy. She tried to make it seem like a high-minded philosophical issue. "People need to make choices in life. In her case, she had to decide between adhering to society's arbitrary rules or helping her son in his time of need."

Susan said, "And thank goodness she had a sister to help her out! Sally reminded me a lot of you."

Suzanne rolled her eyes, glad that Susan couldn't see. Geez, I wonder why.

Susan continued, "I'm not sure about all that sharing of the penis though. I mean, sure, it was hot to read about. I just love the idea of TWO tongues lapping their way all over Tiger's cock at once! Er, I mean Alex's member. And it seemed like half the story was just describing all the wonderfully different ways they shared his erection. But it could never happen in real life."

"Why not?"

"It's just too beyond the pale! I mean, if you allow that, the next thing you know you're in the middle of a full-blown orgy!"

Suzanne thought, That's the idea! You, me, Angel, and our Sweetie. What a dream come true that will be, the four of us going to bed together every night!

Susan continued, "I have to be more firm about establishing boundaries, so things like that can't happen. But let's get back to helping him out today. The only problem is the timing. Susie's testimonial got me so keen to help out with his, you know, his abnormality check and whatnot..." She was embarrassed to admit how much she just wanted to suck his cock for hours. "And then he told me that he'd spent all afternoon feeding his erection to the buxom cheerleaders."

"Wait. What?"

Susan briefly told Suzanne what she'd gathered about Alan having fun with cheerleaders (most of which was an exaggeration). She finished, "That made me both frustrated as all get-out and hotter than flowing lava! What am I going to do?!"

Suzanne said firmly. "Here's what you're going to do. You are one of his personal cocksuckers, aren't you?"

"Of course! I've been thinking about that shameful term a lot today. I still have problems with it, but that's the reality. I have to accept my spermy fate."

"Good. So don't mess around. Go all out! You've gotta take this to the next level so there's no way he can't respond with a gloriously big, firm boner! And I'm going to help you. First..." She proceeded to give Susan a series of things to do that supposedly would increase her sex appeal. In actual fact, Susan's sex appeal was so high that there wasn't much she could do to improve it, so Suzanne actually gave her time-consuming tasks that she thought would keep Susan both busy and horny.

Susan wanted to give Alan as much time as she could for his penis to recover. She'd given him some advance warning of when she'd be back. He used the breather to go to the bathroom and take a much-needed shower, then went to bed for a long, refreshing rest.

He finally woke around eight o'clock. He still hadn't eaten dinner, but that could wait. Lying there in bed, he opened his eyes and imagined his mother coming in to help him with his abnormality check. In a matter of seconds, he felt his penis engorge fully. To his great delight, he didn't feel any discomfort, unlike what he'd felt before his nap.

However, he willed his dick to get flaccid again. He figured that if he appeared to have problems getting hard, his mother might take more **** measures again to help him out.

He put on the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive" fairly loudly, hoping Susan would hear that and get the hint that he was ready.

She definitely got the hint. But he hadn't expected her to stride into his room so quickly - the song hadn't even gotten to the lyrics portion yet! Nor did he expect to see her completely naked, which is exactly what she was.

"Mom!" he cried in pleasant shock. "Where are your clothes?" He sat up in bed. He was amused at how she seemed to be almost strutting, since she was walking with such purpose and "Stayin' Alive" seemed like a perfect song for strutting.

She walked right up to him without even attempting to cover her pussy. "Mommy's not messing around this time, Tiger. She's been waiting impatiently all day. I figure you somehow always manage to separate me from my clothes anyway, so I might as well just cut to the chase."

Technically, she wasn't completely naked because, in addition to her usual prescription glasses, she was wearing high heels and fancy stockings. She'd figured that outfit would be a form of dressing up, giving him more reason to admire her impressive legs while remaining nude for all practical purposes.

He approved fully. Seeing her like that was so exciting that he was having considerable difficulty keeping his penis from springing to attention.

She asked him, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

She stood next to his bed, completely unabashed at her nudity. "Good! Very good. Mommy's going to get her son's member nice and hard for the good nurse. Just remember that you can look but you can't touch."

She had pulled down his bed sheets, seen with pleasure that he was naked, and taken his semi-hard cock in her hands just as she said the word "touch."

"My God, Mom, what if Ron comes home early?" Without thinking about it, he swung his legs out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed, giving her better access to his rapidly stiffening dick.

She got between his legs without ever taking her hands off his shaft. "He's supposed to be out until quite late. Anyway, we'll hear the garage door opening if he does. Don't think about that; think about your naked mommy. Isn't she naughty, getting all naked and horny for her son?"

"Oh, shit!" he cried, because his mother's aggressive plan had worked and his dick had become fully hard, scuttling his plans to use his flaccid state to get her to be bolder. But then again he realized that she was already being startlingly bold.

Susan jacked off his erection with all the skill and enthusiasm she could muster. Admittedly she was very lacking in experience, but she made up for it with her intensity. She was still trying to frame what she was doing as an abnormality check, even if anyone could see through that excuse: she was simply jacking him off. She was nearly **** for any fig leaf that would give her a reason to suck him off, but she needed a further push for that. She still was mindful of the fact that Ron was in town, and as long as that was the case, Alan's abnormality check could be justified but a blowjob certainly could not.

Unfortunately, his dick was so sore that after a couple of minutes of arousal it started to get a little soft. He wasn't trying to fake it this time; his penis really was worn out.

"Stayin' Alive" came to an end and the rest of the "Saturday Night Fever" soundtrack continued to play.

But neither his wilting penis or the end of the lively soundtrack dissuaded her. She started to talk dirty again.

"Oh my, Tiger. Isn't looking at me enough for you? Do you want your mother to suck your cock? Is that what you want? Are you willing your cock to go soft so I'll have to suck it?"

"No, Mom, I wouldn't..."

She seemed to ignore his words because she was so keen for an excuse to be "****" to blow him. She figured that his penis getting soft was probably her best excuse. However, in her lusty reverie, she really didn't think of it as being her idea - instead it was something that he was "forcing" her to do.

So she said, with growing excitement she couldn't hide, "That would be so naughty if you did that. So very improper! Forcing your mommy to suck your cock. But it's so clever. Mommy can't resist when her son is as clever as that. Maybe that's how she got here, naked and on her knees, ready to serve! Do you want me to take this thick erection and stuff it down my throat? Is that the kind of thing mothers do for their sons? Is that what you want me to do?"

He didn't even get a chance to answer, because she was so worked up. She continued, panting while her fingers slid up and down his shaft, "Oh, yes. I will! I'll do it! I'll take this throbbing, meaty cheerleader porker - I can feel the blood pulse through it! - I'll take it and stuff it in my mouth! Even though it's soooo wrong, so sinful. Then I'll run my tongue all over it. You'll be fucking my mouth, Son. Do you want to fuck your mommy's mouth? Your naked mommy? Here, why don't you find out?"

His dick was totally stiff by this point, so she technically didn't need to suck it to get him erect, but she'd worked herself up into such a lather that she just had to suck it anyway. She took it in as deep as she could and then pulled back until it was nearly all the way out, repeating that over and over, just as if he really were fucking her mouth (except that, since she was doing all the moving, it was her mouth fucking him).

Oh, YESSSSS! She felt her lips slide down his thickness, past the ridge of his crown. When she reached his sweet spot, she thought, This! THIS is exactly where my lips belong! I'm just gonna bob up and down forever and ever right here, keeping him in perfect ecstasy! MMMM! And my tongue! Can you feel that, Tiger? Do you like how my tongue is tickling your very most sensitive spot? Do you like that, or what my lips are doing better? Are you even noticing how my hands are stroking the rest of your wonderful manhood?

MMMM! So, so, so very GOOD! It's been too long. Too many days! Never, never again am I going to go without, if I can help it. Tiger, you've got yourself a big-titted mommy, ready and willing to serve!

He tried to will himself not to cum because he thought that ejaculation would cause him even more pain. Additionally, as usual, he wanted the joy and pleasure to last as long as possible. He did all he could to hold out, clenching his PC muscle frantically, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. There was no way to stop his mother's determination to swallow a load of his semen as quickly as she could coax it out of him.

It wasn't just the all-out sexual attack with her tongue, lips, and fingers that was driving him wild; he found the sound of her constant "mmmm" noises to be just about the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. But what really drove him over the edge was the expression on her face - not only of pure lust, but also of pure love. He realized right then how much her pleasuring him was also a way for her to show her deep love for him. But this tender thought was soon overwhelmed by his own pure lust.

He held out valiantly for almost another minute. Then his seed finally shot forth and splattered all over the inside of her mouth.

She made muffled cries of ecstasy while swallowing it all. Oh! MMMM! I've been dreaming about this all day. It's as good tasting as I remembered! Better, even! Mmmm! Why have I been denying myself this? I need this every day. Every hour! Mmmm! Mmmm! YES! She was so engrossed that she'd completely forgotten that her husband was even in town.