The Bitch is Back: Part 4

Chapter 10

About half an hour after Heather arrived, Susan came by and knocked on Alan's door, asking, "How's it going in there? Studying hard?"

Alan was sitting on Heather's chest with his boner between her tits. He'd recently changed positions so Heather would have **** but to keep on titfucking him, and so she'd still be able to reach his cockhead with her tongue. Both of them were close to more great climaxes. He opened his mouth widely, shock written all across his face.

Instead, Heather replied very calmly for them both, "Oh yes, Mrs. Plummer. Very hard! You should see just how hard it is!" She chuckled, doubly amused by Alan's alarm. He'd seemed totally in control, but now the shoe was on the other foot.

Susan said through the door, "Do you two study partners want a snack? Something to eat or drink?"

Alan recovered enough to say, "No thanks. We're good."

But to his mortification, Heather replied, "I have something to nibble on right here." Temporarily giving up on the titfuck, she bent her head down and languorously licked all around his cockhead.

He tensed up, imagining his mother somehow seeing what was happening (even though there was no way she could unless she'd had X-ray vision).

Susan fretted. She was very concerned about the state of her son's penis, worried about the dreaded "blue balls". She wanted to take a quick look at his crotch, at the very least. She was hoping against hope that she could find some creative excuse to take him away from Heather for at least ten minutes, so she could administer a good cocksucking.

To Alan's greater horror, Heather added, "But a snack downstairs sounds good. We could use a break; I think we've been letting things slide these last few minutes." She strongly emphasized the word "slide," which caused him to gasp. "Don't you agree, Alan?" Resuming the titfuck, she rocked forward and back, causing his erection to slide up and down in her sweaty, cum-soaked cleavage some more.

Alan needn't have worried about his mother understanding Heather's double entendres. Susan still radiated a natural innocence, despite her recent love of incestuous cocksucking. Heather had picked up on that, so she sensed that she could have some verbal fun playing with Susan's naïve nature.

Alan was working his way towards another climax, but he still hadn't reached it. Nonetheless, Heather insisted they go downstairs immediately. He suspected she did that just to push his buttons, which he resented.

They made themselves presentable as rapidly as they could, then headed to the kitchen for a snack.

Alan was at least gratified that he was able to linger in his room when Heather left to tidy up in the bathroom across the hall. He used those few precious seconds to remove his orgasm chart and put it in a safe place.

Heather had really enjoyed all the blatant innuendo with Alan the last time she and Katherine had found him at the beach. The fact that she'd been able to say such things in front of his oblivious friends made it that much more devilishly enjoyable. She hoped to repeat that experience with Susan, and then some.

"How's the studying coming along?" Susan innocently asked as they all sat on stools at the kitchen counter.

Heather answered, "Obviously, it's hard. Very hard. But I'm staying on top of things. Thanks to Alan's help, of course."

As an afterthought, she gave a slight, knowing smile in Alan's direction and added, "Alan of course is on top of things even more than me. He's great."

He nearly choked, he was so appalled by her blatant innuendo. But Heather said it in such a deadpan manner that Susan didn't suspect a thing. At least, not so far; he feared (correctly) that Heather was just getting warmed up.

Susan handed them their food and drink. "That's nice. He's a pretty smart boy. Here, have some juice and cookies; I made them myself."

"Thanks," said Heather. "You know, that's the problem: I'm not very smart. With me it's always in one ear and out the other. In and out. That's always my problem when I try to study. In and out. In and out. Too much of that. But thanks to Alan being on top, hammering away on these problems, I'm actually getting stuff done. It's great!"

Susan, as usual, completely missed the sexual innuendo. She responded cluelessly, "He's a hard worker, isn't he? That's my son. I'm so proud of him!"

"Yes, he is. He's got a lot of spunk, too. Really full of spunk. You know what he can do that I can't? He finds just the important points, and keeps pressing on them. He finds the thrust of the argument, and makes sure I know just that. The thrusting. Of the argument."

Alan noticed that Heather was subtly pressing a finger into one of her nipples, just in case he'd missed the meaning of her "important points" comment.

His face turned red at the increasingly blatant nature of Heather's innuendo, but he didn't know how to stop her. Obviously she got off on doing risky things like this, so anything he might say would only likely make it worse. Whatever he said, she'd probably find a way to twist his words around and riff additional double entendres. So he just kept a low profile and hoped his torment would soon end. What made things much worse was that he still had a raging hard-on from the frustrating interruption to the titfuck.

Susan still just took Heather's words literally, responding, "Yeah, they say that's an important skill, separating the wheat from the chaff."

Heather maintained a straight face. "Right. He goes plowing straight into the wheat. A lot of plowing. But don't worry; it's not just him helping me. I've been showing him a trick or two as well. I'm good at tricks, and I don't even charge for them! Right, Alan? I'm sure he's going to get a good score. How do you think you're scoring now, Alan?"

He muttered, "Um, I think we'll do better if we just get back to the books. Right away." He made a motion to go, but Heather wasn't done with her snack, or her mind games with Susan.

She continued, looking at Susan very seriously, "I was saying to him that I have a serious itch. Alan, do you remember when I was saying that? A thirst, if you will. For knowledge. When I'm studying with him, I feel like I'm quenching that thirst."

He noticed that she was stroking her hands up and down her glass of juice, visually showing him how she was hoping to quench her thirst for his cum.

Again, Susan didn't appear to notice, although on some subconscious level she responded lustily to the handjob motion. She asked, "So this isn't the first time you've studied with him? I don't remember you coming here to study before."

"Oh, I've definitely cum here. Why, I just came about half an hour ago."

Susan replied, "Obviously! No need to tell me that."

"True, but not just over here. He's cum at my house before."

"You mean 'come TO your house, '" the still clueless Susan corrected.

"Right. We've done it over at my house. In my bedroom. It's a good environment for the thrusting and the quenching and plowing and hammering and whatnot, to continue the themes I'm discussing. I hope to do it with him a lot more in the future. I think maybe it would be better if we do it in school, like the library. What do you think about that, Alan? Would you like to do it in the library?"

He was afraid that if he said yes, she'd hold him to his word and make him fuck her in the library, and if he said no, she'd later berate him for not wanting to fuck her. To make matters worse, he was so aroused that he could barely think. He draped his hands over his crotch to prevent his mother from discovering his condition (and to prevent Heather's hands from going there, if she got that bold). He said noncommittally, "Um, I don't know. Let's get back to work and worry about that later."

Heather replied, "Wow, isn't that impressive, Mrs. Plummer? Does he always study this hard? I must say I'm really impressed with his tool. You know his-"

Alan was petrified that she'd finally say something that Susan would understand. He couldn't take the tension anymore. He interrupted, "Heather! Come on; enough chitchat! Let's get this over with!" He got up (still clutching his groin) and walked out of the room. He knew Heather would have little choice but to follow.

Susan was closely attuned to the condition of her son's crotch, and she couldn't miss the way he was covering an obvious erection. Oh dear! He DOES have blue balls! How terrible!

Heather frowned, but said, "Sorry, Mrs. Plummer. You just can't keep him down when it comes to studying. We should really get back and bone up on our missed work. Alan's a great boner. Thanks for the snack!" She hurried off after him, ready to fuck some more in his room.

"No worries! Good luck with your test!" shouted Susan.

Just before Heather was out of range of Susan's ears, she said loudly, "Studying with him is so exciting. I'm such an eager beaver!" Then she burst out laughing as she hurried up the stairs.

Susan lacked certain skills, such as an ability to make many jokes and an ability to pick up subtle comments unless she was looking for them. She'd lived such a sheltered life that she still didn't know much sexual slang, like 'boner' or 'beaver' (though she was learning rapidly, especially from Suzanne who was teaching her new words every day). But in fact even Susan came close to suspecting something was up with the way Heather was talking.

After they left, she thought, "I'm really impressed with his tool." I wonder what she meant by that. Sounds vaguely sexual. Naaah ... Maybe she meant his computer? But I wonder. Could he and she... ?

Naaah. Tiger says he doesn't have a girlfriend. And nobody has THAT much luck with women. She's the head cheerleader and, supposedly, the next homecoming queen, for Pete's sake. Although, maybe ... Lately, my Tiger has become such a sexually potent young man, maybe even she'll pick up on it if she's with him long enough. Maybe she's picked up on it already and that's why she's with him?

Anything's possible, I guess. He HAS confirmed that he's fucking big-titted cheerleaders, and she is a cheerleader and has sufficiently big tits. She's beautiful enough to be worthy of his cock, that's for sure! Plus, there ARE only six cheerleaders. But on the other hand, I hear she's a very difficult person, very domineering and mean. That doesn't sound like his type at all. Also, a few days ago, when I asked him point blank whether he was fucking her, he refused to say one way or another. I'm not sure what that means, if anything. He doesn't kiss and tell. Hmmm. It's an intriguing mystery!

At least she makes him really anxious to study. I sure hope they'll study together more often. Not only can my Tiger get more work done, but hopefully she'll get him all worked up flashing those tanned tits all over the place, and then Mommy can sweep in afterwards and guzzle down all his spermy goodness! Hee-hee!

She sure does have a strange way of talking, though. I guess I just don't understand teenage lingo these days. And what about his blue balls? I wish there was some way I could help with that right now!

Chapter 11

Alan was really furious at Heather for her dangerous innuendo and the disrespect that she'd shown for his mother. He slammed the door to his room behind him and glared at her. "I suppose you think you're pretty funny."

She sat on the edge of his bed and began undressing. "Yep. I do. Your mother is a total hoot. You said she was a serious prude, so I decided to have some fun with her. Now get over here and let's do some more quenching and thrusting and plowing, to reiterate some of our themes."

He was so mad that he wanted to punch Heather, and he'd never before wanted to punch a female in his life. Smoke practically poured from his ears as he clenched his fists. "Heather, I love my mother, and you made her look like a total fool. That was not a hoot! Not only that, but you toyed really recklessly with me and my reputation here at home. It was as if you were trying to get her to figure out what we were doing!"

"So what if I was? What's she going to do? Ground you?" She added quite sarcastically, "Oooh noooo!"

By now, she was undressed. She kicked her legs up in the air and said, "To be honest, I didn't really care if she found out or not. She knows you're a big boy. But if you're so mad at me, what are you going to do about it? Why don't you teach me a lesson with a really nasty fuck? Let it all out!" She lay back on the bed, ready for a solid nailing.

He yelled, "Maybe I will!" and yanked his shorts off. He was still hard and in fact had stayed frustratingly erect ever since the aborted titfuck. He stepped towards her, but then the thought struck him: No! That's exactly what she wants! I have to stay in the driver's seat, like Aunt Suzy says. Right now, she's the one driving things. That has to stop.

He stopped just out of her reach and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll bet you got me mad on purpose, so I would fuck you more aggressively. Sorry, you fuckwad, but I'm not going to play your game! Get dressed and get out!"

She sat up, shocked. "You're not serious. You would turn down this body?" She swept a hand down her side, as if showing herself off like a new model car.

"Heather, get over your body, already! Even my mother is twice the looker you are, and I could name a lot of other women who blow you away. You don't impress me. You disgust me! I'm a generous, peaceful guy, but you make my skin crawl! Get out of here before I do something drastic!"

She was flabbergasted. She'd used tricks like that on other men and they'd always worked: their lust always overwhelmed their anger and led to some really passionate fucking. But he just stood there, unmoved, and in fact seemed so angry that it looked like he was about to pop a vein. She didn't know what to do.

But then he said, "Wait a minute. There is one sex act I know you hate: cocksucking! Get down on your knees, bitch, because I'm going to fuck your face!"

Her first instinct was to flip him the bird and storm out. But there was some kind of new unidentifiable something about him, maybe self assurance, that prevented her from doing so. To her own surprise, she found herself sliding over the edge of the bed and down to the floor. She was awed by his unexpected anger and passion.

But even as he was fuming, he retained some self-control. He walked over to the stereo and put the Elastica album on again, much louder this time, to make sure that any sexual noises they might make would be drowned out.

Plus, he knew that putting on the music would leave Heather in a demeaning position, kneeling naked in the middle of his room. He glanced at her from the stereo and pointed out, "I see you took your heels off. Looks like you're a slow learner."

Heather hastily crawled over to where she'd kicked off her heels and put them back on. Then she crawled back to the middle of the room and resumed kneeling there. She didn't understand why she didn't just flip him off, but she realized that she was pushing her luck and she'd have to work to get back on his good side.

Then he walked forward to where she sat on her knees. He grabbed her head with both hands and kept going forward until his erection pushed far into her mouth. He said in a low, menacing growl, "This is what happens to insolent bitches. **** on my rod, you shameless slut! I own you! You got that?"

He started slamming his meat hard into her mouth, thrusting so deep that she started to gag, forcing him to pull back some. He didn't care if he went too deep; in fact, he was rather glad that she gagged.

Even so, she managed to stay with it, even nodding to his comments. She thought, I was right! He IS different, so different! He knows exactly what I need! Others guys are always so scared around me, but he shows no fear. He doesn't even care if he's giving me an incentive to stop! Why do I find that so exciting?

He raved, "That's right, I own you! You're MINE! Your pussy belongs to ME! You think you have free will? NO! If I say you'll fuck no one but me, then you'll do it! I want to hear you agree to that!"

He paused in his thrusting long enough for her to breathe and give a short answer. She gave him a terrified look and spoke while merely licking up and down his cockhead. She answered tentatively, "Um, my pussy is yours?"

He shoved his cock back into her mouth and let out a hearty laugh. He loved the startled look on her face as she struggled to deal with a mouth crammed full of cock. "Sweet! Our head cheerleader is my personal cum dump!"

The words were coming slower and with more difficulty for him as he was getting more excited, so he stopped talking and just focused on thrusting his hips into her face. He felt nearly mad with power. He was using and abusing her, and he loved it. What's more, as he looked down and saw one of her hands flying all over her pussy while she sucked him enthusiastically, he realized that she clearly loved it too. The fact that she agreed out loud to what he was saying only gave him a bigger rush of power.

His heart was beating wildly. Ha! So sweet! She got my goat earlier, but I've definitely turned the tables on her now. Heh! And she's giving me a great blowjob. The girl who until recently wouldn't even say hello to me is sucking my cock with all the passion Mom does! Life is fucking SWEEEET!

Heather couldn't speak anymore because she had all of his cockhead and then some crammed in her mouth. She bobbed on it with an intense passion while staring submissively up into his eyes. She was so eager to please that she even managed to lick his sliding cock inside her mouth, something she'd never tried with anyone before.

It was all too much for him to take. As he felt his climax approaching, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. He staggered away and sat down. Shit! Fuck! What's wrong with me! It's like an evil spirit has overtaken me! I have to regain control! I'm practically **** her to ****, and she loves it! It's wrong! Very wrong!

Heather had no idea why he'd stopped or what was going on in his head, but she was too far gone to care. She masturbated herself frantically until she got off several times in quick succession. Only then did she stop and really look at him, seeing that he was calmer now, looking at her from where he sat a short distance away.

He said, "There's just no way to win with you, is there? You said you don't enjoy blowjobs, and I believe you, but you were clearly getting way excited by the way I was treating you. That was supposed to be a punishment. Fuuucck." He sighed heavily.

She was still too confused by him and too breathless to respond, so she just panted while lying crumpled in a naked ball by the side of his bed. She knew that his talk about owning her pussy was a nonstarter, since she wasn't about to give up all her other lovers, most especially her best friend Simone. Still, in the heat of the moment it had struck her as a great bargain. That disturbed her a lot.

He said, "This is how it's going to work. You will never, EVER come back to my house. Period. I WILL fuck you now, because I've got to get rid of this huge load building up in me. I'm sorry if you get any pleasure from it; I guess that can't be helped. Obviously you like the way I fuck you, but I'm doing this for ME and I don't give a shit about you or your orgasms. If you EVER cross me or annoy me again, I will NEVER fuck you again. Period. Is that clear?"

Her lust was rising in response to his harsh words. "Yes. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for everything, and especially for treating your mother that way. I'll never do it again. I promise."

"You say that now, but I don't think you're capable of really being sorry, you selfish bitch. Oops, there I go again with the insults. I'm not going to give your twisted mind the satisfaction of any more. I would spank the crap out of you right now except that my mother would probably hear us. Consider yourself lucky."

Heather panted hard. She'd never been spanked before, not even as a child, but having him spank her sounded tremendously exciting.

He said with quiet menace, "Get on the bed. I'm going to fuck you now, quietly and slowly. Psychology or reverse psychology doesn't seem to work on you too well, but anyway, I'm hoping that's the way you like it least."

So he lay on top of her and the two of them made love. What was strange was that it really was more appropriate to call it "making love" than "fucking," because now Heather was all tenderness and gentle caresses.

Alan was surprised, and so was she, but both of them just went with it.

One interesting aspect was that Heather showed him deference and responsiveness in a way she'd never done before (not just with him, but with practically anybody). He clearly was in charge, and her goal was to pleasure him sexually. She surprised even herself, because she didn't do it in some half-assed, **** way; she really wanted to make him happy.

Curiously, the more she worked to pleasure him, the more pleasure she had herself. Most of her life she'd simply fucked. She'd had bigger dicks in her, both longer ones and thicker ones. A few had been both longer and thicker. But she'd never felt so much satisfaction, and such a contented fullness, as when he filled her up. She tried to show her appreciation by fucking back with her churning hips.

Somehow, he was both tender and angry at the same time. It was a combination that worked like gangbusters. His flashes of anger kept her on her toes, but at the same time no boy had ever been truly tender and caring with her before, and she absolutely loved that.

She also loved his stamina. Some of that was pure luck. For instance, he'd been getting close to a climax when he realized that he wasn't wearing a condom. He thought about all the sex partners Heather undoubtedly had, so **** himself to stop and belatedly go get one. Just the act of stopping was an incredible feat of willpower, because they'd been thrusting with perfect rhythm.

She moaned needfully while he fumbled around in his desk drawers looking for the condom.

By the time he got back, she felt like her entire body was on fire. She practically assaulted him, she was so eager to get his dick back inside her. They ended up making out with his boner fully sheathed in her pussy.

He just thanked his lucky stars that he'd been able to have a brief strategic break. Even their kissing helped him recover some, since his dick stayed relatively still despite her occasional pussy clenching.

But even at a relaxed pace, they were headed to a climax sooner rather than later. They ended up with a greater mutual orgasm than any they'd shared before, because all the passion and emotion that had been building up was still there, but this time it came out in a different way.

Although the fuck remained a slow one, it was so intense and all-consuming that afterwards neither of them could stay awake.

Alan found himself drifting in and out of sleep with Heather lying next to him. At one point he opened his eyes and looked over at her sleeping beside him. Dang! Whatever else Heather is, she's beautiful. She's like the perfect blonde California cheerleader stereotype. And she's into me. She promised earlier to obey my every sexual command. I'm gonna hold her to that, and fuck her silly! Between her, Kim, and Sis, I'll be able to get my fucking jollies, so I won't be so frustrated by the "blowjobs only" policy here at home.

I'm kind of pissed at myself though. Aunt Suzy told me that if there's one thing I have to do with Heather, it's always wear a condom. And I was in her without one for most of the time. Duh! All I have to do is remember that one thing, and instead I got too horny to do even that.

Eventually, the two of them came fully awake, but even then they stayed in a close embrace. She would have done something fun to his penis to get him going again, but it was obviously flaccid and likely to stay that way for a while. So she gently fondled his balls instead.

He was surprised by the way she hugged him, because he felt real tenderness coming from a girl he thought was completely incapable of such a thing.

In fact, he was very nearly correct: tenderness was a fairly foreign concept to her, but he brought out strange emotions in her. Normally she scoffed at romance, but she was starting to develop actual romantic feelings for him.

However, Alan was right that his amateurish attempts at reverse psychology just seemed to backfire. His trying to be a selfish fuck hadn't alienated her at all; in fact, she'd never enjoyed herself more. She was finding him to be many times more pleasurable than being with any other guy, because the more angry and demanding he got, the hornier she got. In addition, the more **** and hard-to-get he was, the more she wanted him.

As she lay next to him, happily cradling his balls, she was already thinking about how soon she could be with him again. Alan ... what is it with him? He's not like other guys, that's for sure. He "gets" me. I mean, sure, it's frustrating that he can be so demanding, and even cruel and demeaning with his insults, but I'm a really strong, powerful girl, so I need a strong, powerful guy to keep up with me.

When I finally tame him, it will be that much sweeter. In fact, I wonder if there's some kind of way I could make him my real boyfriend?

Naaah ... That would never work. Me? The queen of the school, with nerd boy? Give me a break! Although ... why the hell not? If I hold absolute power at school, and I do, then I should be able to do what I want! If anyone laughs, I'll make them pay. So what if some people don't understand. I'm Heather fucking Morgan, and I do what I want! And what I want is to feel that big dick pounding into me on a daily basis, at least.

She cradled and hefted his balls, and even caressed his flaccid dick.

The question is, would he go for it? I'd probably have to resort to some kind of trick or scheme, because he obviously doesn't feel the same way about me that I feel about him. Hell, he just told me a while back, "I don't give a shit about you or your orgasms." Obviously he loves fucking my perfect body; he couldn't resist me even when he was all pissed off. Hee! But that's not enough. I'm gonna have to put some thought into how to hook him.

After Heather dressed, she said, "That was nice. I gotta admit that the things you said turned me on. But you do know that was all just talk, right? I mean, the idea that you, or anyone else, could own my pussy? Ha! Nobody owns the mighty Heather Morgan. Don't make me laugh!"

He didn't reply to that, but his lack of any retort was a tacit agreement. He knew it was just a wild fantasy anyway, since she was such a **** of nature.

She left for home a short time later. He was so exhausted that he asked her to let herself out, so she went downstairs by herself, where she ran into Susan again.

The kindly mother asked, "So did you get a lot done?"

Heather chuckled quietly to herself. With Alan absent, she was no longer chastened, so the usual bitchy Heather resurfaced. She smirked. "Oh yeah. We plowed right through everything. Tell Alan thanks for having me. We had a ball. And I do mean that. We really had a ball. Maybe even two big balls."

Susan smiled and waved benignly from the front porch as a snickering Heather walked away.

Chapter 12

After Heather left, Alan was afraid to show his face around his mother. He knew she would certainly expect him to want another blowjob after going without for several hours on their special day. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get it up after so much sex with Heather, so he stayed in his room and locked the door.

As soon as Heather was gone, Susan raced up to his room. Her mouth was salivating already in anticipation of blowing him. She knocked on his door. "Son? Heather's gone. How are you doing in there?"

"Ugh. Tired."

"Do you need any ... special help? You know what I mean. I could suck you off for a long, long time, if that would help. I saw the painful blue balls you have."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll definitely take you up on that later. But first, I'm gonna take a little cat nap. Heather kind of interrupted my nap earlier."

"Okay. Whatever you say. I'll be in the kitchen."

He did take a little cat nap. Twenty minutes later, his dick had recovered enough for him to attempt further contact with his mother. (Even looking at her could be a trying experience when his penis was so weary, because sight of her was always so mentally arousing.) So after washing off his dick, he walked downstairs to the kitchen, found her there, and decided to "get her attention." He didn't say anything, but just walked up to her and put his hands on her ass.

She pretended to be surprised as his hands began wandering all over her ass, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She'd been wearing an apron and shorts, and high heels, but nothing else, all in the hope that he would 'get her attention'. The shorts were too big for her, adjusted to come off at his slightest touch, which is exactly what happened as soon as he touched her ass.

She cried out in mock horror, "Tiger, what do you think you're doing?" But then recalling his habit of taking her protests literally, she quickly added, "You left my ass bare! Quick! Cover it with your hands so you can't see it!"

He could gather the gist of that. His momentary apprehension based on her convincingly worried facial expression turned to glee. He let his hands roam up her thighs and all over her ass cheeks, which he loved to palm with both hands.

"How's this?" he asked, as his fingers spread as wide as they could go. A couple of apron strings dangled in his way, but he pushed them aside.

"Good. I wouldn't want someone to see my naked butt now that my shorts fell down. How did that happen?" She pretended cluelessness, causing them both to giggle at the ludicrous concept.

"But Mom," he mock complained. "I can't cover it all at once." His hands roamed all over her firm ass cheeks at if trying to cover the entire surface.

"Do your best, dear," she cooed. "Cover my most private regions with your strong, manly hands." She was in heaven now; her whole butt tingled as she quivered from his touch.

"Well, I guess it's most important to cover up your ass crack, don't you think?" He reached around and ran his index finger through her pussy lips.

She squealed in alarm as shivers of lust ran up and down her spine. "Tiger! That's not my ass crack!"

He chuckled. "I think I know that. I was just getting my finger lubed so I could do this!" He aggressively speared his finger into her anus.

"Oh! That's good! Oh! Only, I'm worried. I've been so worried all afternoon!"

"Why?" He pumped his finger in and out of her asshole.

"It's your penis. How is it doing? I've been so worried about it and you, stuck with that hot cheerleader cocktease all afternoon. I know her type: she'll get your penis all hard and thick and veiny with her arrogant teasing, but then she won't give you any relief! Am I right? Your cock must have been bursting with cum, and I couldn't help! It must have been so painful!"

He thought, Mom, you couldn't be more wrong about her not putting out. But he said, "You said it, Mom. She's a bitch, pardon my French. As for my dick, see for yourself." He unzipped his shorts and pressed his throbbing rod up against her smooth ass cheeks. He was content to just rub it around there while his finger sawed in and out of her asshole.

Susan moaned, "Oh, that's good. So good, baby. Mmmm! I love it! Except for one thing!" She turned around, forcing him to remove his finger and let go of her ass altogether. "You're making Mommy far too HORNY!"

She practically pushed him onto the floor, then dove at his crotch. Panting heavily, she deftly untied her apron with one hand as she slid his shorts down with the other. Within seconds, she had her mouth over his erection.

He sat on the floor of the kitchen with her lying down with her head between his legs. He was pleased, though not too surprised, at this turn of events, since lately she seemed to live for cocksucking.

As she gave him another incredible blowjob, the tiny part of his brain not completely overcome by pleasure idly pondered, I wonder what would happen if Sis, Aims, or even Aunt Suzy walked in. For all of Mom's recent eagerness about flaunting her body at me, she's still very shy about doing things like blowjobs in front of others. Although that sure didn't stop things this morning with Sis right there! I know she would have stopped if she hadn't been so horny, but when she gets super horny there's no telling what she'll allow. Sweetness!

Then he remembered that everyone else was supposed to stay away all Tuesday. Shoot. Actually, I'd kind of like it if someone did walk in. Situations like that seem to break down Mom's barriers faster. I wish I could somehow call out telepathically or something.

Susan ended up lying on the kitchen floor with Alan sitting with his ass cheeks on the slopes of her breasts. He just sat there and let her do all the work with her swirling tongue and non-stop lip action, before blowing his entire load straight down her throat.

She would have loved to have been sprayed on the face and tits again, but that wasn't an option with the way he was straddling her.

Then he got down on the floor and lay right next to her, holding her. Neither of them cared that they were on the kitchen floor; they just enjoyed their post-orgasmic bonding and cuddling.

However, they weren't quite finished, because, once again, Susan insisted on cleaning his crotch afterwards. Since he'd climaxed relatively quickly, she tried to make up for that by "cleaning" him an extra long time.

After about five minutes, he joked, "I think it's safe to say that I've never had my balls so clean."

She'd been hoping to keep going until his dick rebounded, but she had to stop when Katherine phoned and asked about dinner.

Susan answered the phone in the nude while the taste of her son's cum was still strong in her mouth.

Katherine wanted to eat at home, but also wanted to make sure that Susan would be okay with her returning home at this time.

Susan let her daughter know that coming home for dinner would be fine, but strongly implied that she also wanted the evening after dinner alone with Alan.

Alan went upstairs, after which Susan put on some normal clothes. Their sexual hijinks were put on hold in anticipation of Katherine's expected arrival.