Centerfold: Part 5

CHAPTER 13

Later that evening, Susan found herself deeply conflicted. On the one hand, she had really enjoyed the tuck-in and goodnight kiss that she'd given Alan earlier in the week, and wanted to make it a regular event. But on the other hand, she knew that she had a tendency to lose control around him, and she was very aware that Ron was still at home.

She was also still feeling uneasy about her recent nightmare of giving Alan a blowjob while Ron slept next to her, and she remembered her vow to avoid helping Alan sexually, for the next few days at least. Yet she knew he needed her help to reach his daily target, particularly while Suzanne was being forbidden to help him as a form of punishment.

In the end, she decided to compromise: she would go give Alan a tuck-in and goodnight kiss. Maybe she could inspire and encourage him a little, but limit herself to doing nothing more than that. To make sure that was the case, she would wear a heavy robe over her nightgown to be doubly safe that she wouldn't lose all her clothes.

She kept busy in the common rooms, doing chores while dressed in her nightgown and robe. She was very proud of what she had accomplished with Brenda and wanted to tell someone about it, but Suzanne had gone home. So she relived the photo shoot in her head until her husband fell asleep.

Stopping by the front foyer after giving a final check that the house was locked up, she made the impulsive decision to put high heels on. Then she went to her son's room and quietly knocked on the door.

"Tiger? You still up?" She knew he was despite the late hour because his light was still on, but she felt obliged to ask.

"Yeah, sure, Mom. Come on in."

She went in and found him already in bed, under the covers. "Hi, Tiger. I thought I'd come in and give you another tuck-in and kiss... If that's all right?"

"All right? I love it! And I love you."

"Awww, you're so sweet. No wonder Suzanne calls you her 'Sweetie.'" She saw he'd been reading something, so she asked, "What are you up to? A reading assignment? I'm so proud of you."

In fact, Alan had been looking at the naked pictures of Suzanne that she'd taken for him recently. He didn't want to share that fact without Suzanne's permission, but luckily he'd put the pictures in other reading material. Unluckily, that happened to be one of the pornographic magazines Susan had bought him some weeks back.

"Um, well, actually..."

Before he could figure out what to say, Susan had a closer look at what he was holding and realized what it was. "Oh. I see. A, uh, blue magazine. I'm sorry for prying."

She thought with glee, If he likes nudie pictures, just wait until he sees the ones I took of Brenda tonight! However, she didn't plan to tell him about that until tomorrow. She wanted this time to be all about her and him, without Brenda getting in the way.

"No, it's cool, Mom. You're cool. It's just that, I still haven't made my target for the day. So, I, uh... I was about to start masturbating."

She put on her most stern, motherly face. "Tiger, what did I warn you about spilling your seed upon the ground?"

"But Mom! What am I supposed to do? I can't just cum on a beautiful woman every time I want! I mean, I'm beyond incredibly lucky already to get all the help I've been getting, but sometimes there's still going to be times like these. I mean, six times a day! SIX times!"

She tut-tutted, "Well, that may be, but I still disapprove. I wish I could help you myself, but unfortunately Ron is still here. And I made myself a solemn vow this very morning to not help you that way for a while. Until he's gone, at the very least."

He decided to see if he could try his luck with her. He sensed that she was saying one thing, but the fact that she was wearing high heels said something quite different. "Bummer! Well, couldn't you at least help with some visual stimulation? Isn't that less sinful than using a magazine? And anyway, what's with your get-up? Are you wearing a robe AND a nightgown? Mom, really! I feel like you're afraid of me or something."

"I'm sorry. It's just that things have gotten out of control lately and I feel the need to re-establish firm boundaries. I suppose I got a little carried away. Here. Is this better?" She took off the robe.

"Not really. That's one of your old nightgowns, the kind an Eskimo would reject 'cos it's too warm. If you're worried about losing control, you can't hide under ten layers of clothing. I mean, you're still going to be helping me in that way once Ron leaves, right? You pretty much promised to help me with your hands AND mouth whenever I needed it."

"Did I? Oh dear!"

"You did."

"Well, that's true," she conceded. She didn't like where the conversation was going. She was getting quite hot and bothered already as she imagined helping him on a daily basis, maybe several times a day, starting when Ron left tomorrow. She suspected that she'd find herself completely naked before too long. She was glad that she was wearing high heels, although she tried not to think why she had them on in the first place.

He cleverly suggested, "Why not do what Aunt Suzy was doing Sunday night and test your willpower? Strengthen it. We can work together to establish firm boundaries!"

Her pussy and nipples started to tingle. She asked suspiciously, "Does this involve me taking off my nightgown?"

"Well, yeah, but I promise you won't touch my member, if you don't want to. We're just looking for visual stimulation here. And you can't exactly sneak back into your room and pick out something sexy with Ron sleeping there, can you? Wouldn't it just be better to take the nightgown off?"

Her heart started pumping fast. Oh dear! He wants me completely naked! This is exactly what I promised wouldn't happen. But maybe he's right. What choice do I have?

She frowned with worry. "I don't know. It just somehow doesn't seem fair to your father. He's only here this one last night, you know."

"I know, Mom, but what's worse? Me committing the sin of Onan right before your eyes, or you feeling like you've embarrassed Ron when he's sleeping through everything anyway?"

"Well, if you put it that way, I guess it would be irresponsible to knowingly let you sin like that." She pointed at him sternly. "But no penis contact! Right? Not even with a sheet in the way."

"Right."

She removed her heavy nightgown and found herself standing by her son's bed stark naked. She felt extremely awkward. She loved baring her body for him, but she also felt sinful and guilty. "I was afraid something like this was going to happen. Let's at least get this over with quickly. Now, what am I supposed to do?"

He had been working to get her clothes off and hadn't really thought beyond that point. He admitted, "I don't know, Mom. I mean, having a centerfold mom standing right here makes it hard for me to think. I dunno... Say and do sexy stuff. Meanwhile, I'll stroke myself."

She loved that he called her a "centerfold mom." He'd recently called her his "beautiful centerfold mom" too. Hearing such high praise made her sensitive nipples tingle. She smiled and shifted her weight from hip to hip.

Even just that was an extremely arousing sight.

She stared at the large bulge under his blankets and noticed it was moving. "Oh dear. Well, I suppose there's no alternative to you doing that. I suppose I can turn a blind eye, as long as you don't spill your seed upon the ground like Onan did. Boy, it looks like some kind of trapped animal under there. Oh my! Son, you're just so virile. ... Now, let's see. ... You want me to say something sexy?"

"Yeah. ... I dunno... Maybe... Oh, I know! Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do if you could do anything without worrying about boundaries?"

She thought about that, and then said in a sexier voice, "Well, Son, I came in here to tuck you in. But basically, I can't tuck you in with that big lump under your sheet. I need to smooth that lump down. Mommy wants to pull down that sheet and find out just what's causing that lump!"

"It's my dick, Mom. It's hard."

She was starting to get into the spirit of things, and found herself swaying back and forth to a song that was playing in her head. (The song was "Centerfold" by the J. Geils Band, inspired by his "centerfold mom" comment.) She didn't know much more than the chorus, which she altered to:

Her son is bold
His mommy's gonna do what she's told
His mommy is a centerfold
Mommy is a centerfold
Na na, na na na na
Mommy is a centerfold!

She said, "Oh dear! Well then, Mommy would just have to help make it go soft again. Good thing I've been taking cocksucking lessons from Suzanne. I'd just bend over you, letting my big tits dangle..."

"Can you show me? That's not touching, if you just show me that."

"Well, okay, but only because you're such an adorable cutie. Suzanne is right: you are a Sweetie."

She leaned over his bed, dangling her nipples within inches of his face. She thought excitedly, This is probably the kind of pose a real busty centerfold makes!

When she did that he pulled down his blankets, but in deference to her no-touching vow he left the sheet where it was, covering everything from his chest down. Then he kept his hands outside the sheet, using it to gain more traction with his visible stroking.

"God, Mom! I love it when you do that. So what else would you do?"

"Well, I think I would feel like kissing your belly button. I'd kiss you there, and then kiss and lick my way down, down, down. Would you like that? Would you like your mommy to lick her way down to your big cock? Mommy would! She'd love it!"

"I'd love it too! Then what?"

Suddenly she frowned. "Tiger, I'm worried. Thinking back, sometimes it can take AGES for you to cum. Am I going to be wiggling here naked for ten minutes or more? What if your father wakes up to go to the bathroom?"

"We could speed it up. You know how much I love your breasts. What if you really get them jiggling? Bouncing up and down, even."

"Tiger! That's so naughty." She began shaking and jiggling. "So dreadfully naughty. What you're suggesting is completely undignified. I'm your mother! It's bad enough that you talked me out of my clothes and are making me stare at your hands stroking up and down that magnificent bulge. Now you want me to jump? I suppose in your perverted mind I should do something like this?"

She started bouncing up and down. Her breasts were so big that they flew around in all directions like independent entities. Sometimes they went round and round in circles together, and sometimes they moved to separate rhythms and even crashed into each other. Whatever they did, Alan loved it as long as they stayed in motion.

She continued to speak as she jumped lightly. "I'll tell you right now, this is what it might look like if I agreed to your sinfully twisted suggestion, but I'm not going to do it. You can't treat your mother like some piece of meat! No! A thousand times no! I'm not... going... to... jump... for... you!"

She punctuated each word in that last sentence with a particularly big jump.

Of course her words were in jest and they both knew it. But such protests made everything that much more fun.

She stopped jumping, since having her huge tits flail around like that hurt a lot.

Alan got up briefly, moving away from her to turn on his stereo. He selected the funky song "Tear the Roof Off the Sucker (Give Up the Funk)" by Parliament-Funkadelic. He kept the volume rather low, though for fear of waking Ron.

Seeing his erection bob all over as he walked from and to his bed sent Susan's arousal up another level. She noticed he didn't get back under his sheet when he returned to bed, so his hard-on stayed jutting up for her to see, but she didn't say anything about it.

She stood there for a moment, listening to the song. "Hmmm. Interesting music. It makes me feel..."

"Funky?" he helpfully suggested as he resumed stroking his boner.

"What's that mean?" There were some major gaps in her musical knowledge.

"'Funky?' Hmmm, that's a tough one to define. But it definitely makes you want to move your feet and dance. Listen to the beat and see what it does to your body."

She started to dance. She was tentative at first, but the song had such a compulsive groove that she started to really get into it. She sexily ran her hands up and down the sides of her body, repeating the motion several times. She was somewhat limited by her high heels, but she was still glad she wore them because they made her feel extra sexy and inspired.

In the most sultry voice she could conjure up, she asked, "So what do you think of your mommy now, Tiger?"

"My God, Mom, you're the most lovable, sexy person in the whole wide world!" He was still happily and blatantly stroking his erection. He was so excited from her display and words that his fingers were getting soaked from all his pre-cum. He was already having to fight off the urge to climax because he didn't want the fun to end.

She raised her hands above her head and kept dancing. "How am I doing? Am I funky?"

"Mom, you're totally funky! I had no idea you had it in you. The way you move your hips, you could be a belly dancer! You know, this band has a saying: 'Free your ass, and your mind will follow.' Or maybe it's 'Free your mind, and your ass will follow.' I forget. But either way works."

"It does!" she exclaimed as her naked body continued to writhe and groove. "I really do feel free. This is so liberating! It's fun!"

She continued to dance until the song ended. Then she went to the stereo and turned the music off, because she was a bit exhausted and didn't want to be tempted to dance some more. She also liked the simple act of walking around the room, knowing that he was beating his meat to the sight.

Walking back to her son, she put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "So how do you like your 'centerfold mom' now?" Then she added shyly and tentatively, "Did you really mean that? Am I your centerfold mommy?"

"Totally!" He'd been steadily masturbating throughout her dance, loving every second. But now he stopped and reach out to her. He touched her knee, which seemed safe enough, but then he traced his fingers up her leg, hip, and right across her taut tummy. He wanted to go still higher to her fantastic rack, but that was out of reach for him in his prone position. "Mom, you're a total hottie. I say with complete sincerity that you could win Playboy's Playmate of the Month right now."

As she saw him sit up, she took a step back and said, "You're too kind. You can't really mean that. Although, did you know, both Suzanne and I have been asked at various times to pose in magazines? Maybe I could have been a real centerfold mommy!"

"Really? That's exciting! Why didn't you ever tell me about that before?"

"Well, it's all rather improper, isn't it? It's not the kind of thing a mother usually talks about with her son. Besides, I was offered a lot of money at various times, but it could have just been hot air. Or even some kind of evil scam. Suzanne made sure I always said 'No,' no matter what promises they made. Anyway, I like this little goodnight-kiss tradition. Let's not go too far and blow it, especially with your father so close to leaving."

He gave up his plan to touch her some more, at least for now. "Whatever you want, Mom. Though in reality I'd be very happy if you 'blow it.'" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed and playfully pretended to be upset. "Why, all I came in here to do was to give you a goodnight kiss. I hope you're not thinking of doing something naughty."

CHAPTER 14

He was so overcome with emotion that he suddenly turned serious. He reached out and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her close. "Mom, let me tell you something important." He leaned closer to her face, while she leaned in towards him. He was nearly overwhelmed by her sexy scent. She was a little bit sweaty, which he loved.

He said earnestly, "I love you so much. You're in my thoughts every single minute of the day, either consciously or unconsciously. Just the knowledge that you're nearby gives me confidence and lifts my feet as I walk. I really mean that."

She was bent over to have her face level with his. Her impressive melons swayed pendulously. She caressed his cheek with a hand while staring lovingly into his eyes. Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "I wish I could express my feelings for you as beautifully as you just did, but I can't even begin to find the words to explain how I feel. Son!" She grabbed him and held him close in a tight embrace.

She pulled his face directly into her impressive cleavage. The sexual contact was mostly inadvertent on her part, but not completely so.

He could hear her sob. Even though his face was smothered by tit-flesh, it never occurred to him to take further advantage of the situation - his concern for her emotional well-being preempted his lust. Besides, unless he screwed up big time, he knew there would be plenty of other, better opportunities in the future.

He pulled her head back and once more they stared into each other's eyes. They visually probed each other's faces, staring deeply, as if staring straight inside one another's souls.

Without warning, she tilted his head up and kissed him squarely on the lips. Their mouths locked and their tongues probed hungrily. Soon, she dropped to her knees next to the bed so she could continue the kissing more comfortably.

At first, he contented himself with just enjoying the kiss. But his erection was still jutting up, and it still felt great for him to stroke it. So he resumed doing that with one hand while his other hand held her chin or cheek.

Their kissing went on and on for many long minutes.

As they kissed, Alan found himself thinking of Ron, who was sleeping just down the hall. He had nightmarish visions of him bursting into the room (though in fact the door was locked). He hated the danger of their tryst, but at the same time he couldn't deny that it made everything that much more intense and arousing. His heart swelled with triumph to know that his mother couldn't resist him despite the substantial risk.

She was feeling highly conflicted. On one hand, she was painfully aware of the fact that Ron was sleeping down the hall. This was his last night home, and she felt she should respect him enough to avoid sexual contact with his son at least this one time. She shivered with fear when she imagined how he'd feel if he came in and saw her kneeling next to Alan's bed buck naked while endlessly French kissing him.

But on the other hand, Alan's erection was stiff and hot and within easy reach. Also, she truly hated the idea of him committing the sin of Onan. Worst of all, she hadn't touched it all day, and that didn't seem right.

She finally decided on a compromise. She wouldn't give him a blowjob, or even a handjob, but she would put her hand on his and help him along. That's exactly what she did. She broke the kiss briefly, and purred, "Here, Tiger, let me help you with that." Her hand covered his, and she started to lead the stroking. "Such a nice cock. Such a BIG cock! MMMM!"

They kissed some more while she continued to stroke.

After a few minutes, he got clever and widened the gap between his fingers as much as possible. It wasn't long before her fingers slid into the gaps between his, and she was essentially jacking him off on her own.

After a while, she broke the kiss again to purr in an extra sensual voice, "You're a naughty son, aren't you? Making me do naughty things all the time!" She thought back to her photo session with Brenda as she said, "Always keeping me naked and humiliated. Forcing me to share you with lots of other busty babes. Mmmm! But it's such a THICK cock, such a tasty cock, how can I resist?" Her fingers were sliding faster and faster now, forcing his hand to keep the pace. "Why, you've even got me calling myself one of your personal cocksuckers! Which is true!"

That was the final straw. He gave up the struggle of trying to hold back his climax. With an erotic moan, he let go of his erection altogether, allowing her to slide her fingers faster still. He let go in order to bunch the sheet over the tip of his erection, since her hand wasn't over the tip.

To his surprise, she still didn't move her hand to catch his cum. The wet stain already on the sheet suddenly became a much bigger wet stain as he just kept stroking and cumming until he had nothing left to give.

Susan French kissed him again as his orgasm petered out. She was filled with a satisfying "mission accomplished" feeling, which gave her the strength to pull away and regain control. She avoided touching his cum, because she wanted to respect Ron at least that tiny bit and not take cummy hands back to bed with her. She was determined not to lick and suck his penis and balls clean for the same reason.

She looked away from him shyly. "Tiger, we shouldn't have done that. The boundaries."

"But we didn't break the boundaries. You didn't so much as touch my erection. There's nothing wrong with kissing. You should be proud of your self-control."

She knew the no-touching part was a lie, but she let it slide. At least she didn't touch him much, relatively speaking. She complained, "And I let you commit the sin of Onan right in front of me! You spilled your seed upon the ground!"

"Upon the sheet, actually."

"I know. But that's how the Bible verse goes. I feel terrible. But I suppose that since I was at least somewhat helping you, that doesn't really count as masturbating."

"No, it doesn't."

"What about your father down the hall?" She couldn't help but notice the similarities between her recent nightmare and the real life events that were happening at that minute.

"Do you feel bad about that? He's still asleep."

"I do. I do! I feel horrible. But the thing is, I don't know how to put into words just how much I love you. But I can express it with my body. When I make you feel good with my body, I feel so good, and I feel like we're as one. I love you so much. So much more than just as a son, or as a lover, or as both combined. It's so much more." Her confidence boosted, she looked back at him.

He caressed her face and hair with his hands. "Mom, you just expressed it beautifully. I couldn't have said it any better. Physical pleasure just strengthens a much deeper bond. I just want to touch you and hold you 24 hours a day. I know it's wrong, but I want to feel like you're mine and I'm yours. Don't tell the others this, but I just don't think it's possible for me to ever love anyone else as much as I love you right now."

She started to cry tears of joy. "You make me so very happy! Son! I love you so much!" She thought, I am yours, Son! But she wanted to wait until Ron was out of the house before she started saying that kind of thing out loud.

They kissed on the lips again. He rolled on top of her and generally had his way with her nude body, with a particular focus on her breasts. As usual, he avoided touching her pussy area.

She pulled away when they could no longer breathe, laughing to herself. "I don't know what I was expecting when I came in here, but I wasn't expecting this. I was terribly tempted the whole time to give you a blowjob or handjob to show you my love. I could have slurped and supped on your cock for a good half an hour. But don't you feel this kissing was just as good?"

"I do. I've never felt so close to you." He really meant that, and everything else that he'd said.

They hugged tightly again for a long time. Neither of them ever wanted to let go. She particularly loved the sensation of lying naked underneath him; it made her feel like she totally belonged to him and was helpless to resist his lusty desires.

He could sense she was shedding more tears. He tried to focus on remaining sensitive and responsive, although her erect nipples poking into his chest made it hard to for him to be completely platonic.

She was lost in thought for a while, and then said, "I keep on doubting the wisdom, the morality, and the prudence of doing these things, particularly the physical part. Every time I do them I end up feeling so good. So right. At this point my real loyalty should lie with YOU, not with Ron, because of what he's done. You need me. Your penis needs my help to get rid of all that nasty cum, every single day, multiple times a day, while he apparently doesn't need me for anything. I guess I'm just a trophy wife for him. But I keep having... issues! You wouldn't believe some of the dreams I've been having lately."

She shivered as she recalled (vaguely) aspects of her most recent "nightmare," while was actually more like a blissful wet dream, where Alan took advantage of her in her bed while Ron was sleeping right next to them. "Please be patient with me. It's hard to overcome my past beliefs and my marriage vows, however inappropriate they might seem now. It takes time."

"That's okay, Mom. We have lots of time. Especially now that Ron will be gone soon." His hands continued to caress her bare back while she fondled his bare ass.

All this talk about her husband had her worried. She managed to get out from under him, then looked nervously at the door. "I'm really pushing my luck with these late-night visits. I should go. Goodnight, my love. Until tomorrow, when you-know-who finally leaves. Finally!"

She stood up, then put her nightgown and robe back on. Then she looked at the big wet spot on his sheets. "You want me to take care of that?"

"Yes, please! Oh, you mean the sheet?" He grinned at his joke.

"Oh, you! You're incorrigible. The sheet, you naughty, cum-filled boy. Let me put that in the hamper and I'll get you a fresh one."

She took the soiled sheet, got him a new one, then turned out the light as she left his room.

Alan's penis had stayed flaccid since his climax, but he was still in an erotic mood. Even just watching Susan in her nightgown while changing the sheets was arousing for him. Now that she'd left, he hugged his pillow tightly, wishing it was his mother and that they were sleeping in the same bed all night.

He thought, I just had a similar experience of deep connection the other day when I made love to Sis. I didn't realize that it was possible to completely and utterly love more than one person at the same time, but now I know that it is. I think I love four women. Aims maybe not as much, 'cos I know her the least, but I even love her a lot. Things wouldn't be complete without her. I don't know how I'll ever be able to part with any of them.

Hell, maybe five, because what about Glory? Dang! Is it possible to love four or even five women at once? That's nuts!

He had no shortage of amazingly arousing things to think about, so he had to will himself to put everything out of his mind to get some rest. Eventually, he fell asleep with a big smile on his face.