The Bitch is Back: Part 5

Chapter 13

After a relatively normal and tease-free dinner with her mother and brother, Katherine went next door to hang out in Amy's bedroom and see her latest sketches. Amy and Kat usually hung out in Kat's bedroom to avoid Amy's brother and father, but since Susan wanted time alone with Alan, Kat acceded to her wishes.

Alan was hopeful there would be more sexual games with his mother, but he was also weary. Not only had he already climaxed six times that day, but some of it was fairly exhausting, especially the emotionally and physically intense times with Heather. Additionally, he was worn out from another day of his tennis tournament, and he still had his original low-energy problem.

Perhaps Susan had read the weariness in his eyes, because she didn't immediately drop herself between his legs as soon as Katherine had gone, as he'd half expected her to do. Instead, she said, "I haven't even made you dessert, Tiger. Why don't we make some kind of special dessert together? We could bake a cake."

"Mmmm. Great idea." He enjoyed cooking, and he always enjoyed eating a good cake.

So they set to working on a chocolate-covered angel-food cake. At first, everything seemed surprisingly non-sexual. Susan even remained dressed like a typical mother (not counting her lack of underwear, of course). Alan was glad for the respite.

They went ahead and put the cake in the oven, then got to work on the frosting.

Everything had been going as expected, but Alan noticed that his mother was making enough chocolate frosting for at least two cakes. He asked about it, but she was coy, just saying, "That way we don't have to worry about nibbling."

He joked, "You mean, we can have our cake and eat it too?"

She laughed. "Exactly." She then sexily sucked a big gob of frosting off her finger, followed by a wink.

After they finished making the frosting, they washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. He was so spoiled that he rarely did such things anymore, since he'd started all his sexual activity, but he realized that there were still mundane things to take care of, even on Tuesdays.

Then the cake came out of the oven and they applied the frosting. Despite their constant nibbling, they still had a huge bowl of frosting left unused. Susan "accidentally, on purpose" got some of it on her shirt before saying, "Oh dear. It would probably be best if I take my shirt off before I ruin it further, don't you think?" She winked, and then took off her apron, shirt, and dress for good measure.

The only things she kept on were a pair of panties and her high heels. She'd put the panties on after taking off the rest of her clothes. Alan was a bit surprised, as she rarely wore panties anymore. But then he realized that she was gearing up for more sexual fun and wanted to make clear which region was off limits. He felt rested by now and was up for more games. He half-playfully, half-seriously swatted her on the ass. "What did I tell you, Mom, about wearing panties in the house? Are you disobeying me again?"

She bowed with a flourish, as if he were royalty. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Lord Alan. Please forgive your humble servant. You'll see why I'm wearing them in a minute. After that, maybe you should spank me for violating the rules."

He had half a notion to spank her some more right away, but curiosity led him to wait to see what she was talking about.

However, despite being on the alert, he was taken completely by surprise by what happened next. She leaned over the very large bowl of frosting and dipped her big tits down into it. Then she used her hands to lather them up good while carefully keeping her dangling hair out of the way.

She stood up, and said with a big smile, "Whoops! Would you look at that? Accidents will happen!"

The two of them laughed. She thrust her chest out at him. "Don't just stand there, my favorite son. Take off all your clothes and lick up this mess before it falls all over the floor!"

He didn't question such an appealing command. At first he lapped up the frosting with his tongue as she stood before him, but too much frosting continued to drip from her breasts. So she cleared off the kitchen counter and lay down on it. Now he could hover over her and lap up the frosting to his heart's content.

He very quickly worked his way past the frosting, until he found her nipples. Then he focused on that area, periodically pushing more of the frosting to her areolae with his hands. That way he could stimulate her nipples and eat the frosting at the same time.

They both loved it. "Mom, you're a fucking genius!" he cried out at one point.

"Now, Tiger, no profanity please. Just keep sucking on my tits. Mmmm! Like that! That's a good boy!"

So that's what he did.

Suddenly she asked out of the blue, "Do you think that what we're doing is immoral? Would God really approve of this? Or are we debauched beyond reason?"

He stopped to carefully consider his reply, because he knew this was an important subject for her. "Mom, there's what God calls a sin, and then there's what society thinks is right and wrong. Society forces people to conform. Pretty much anything weird or different is called wrong and even sinful by certain people. That doesn't mean it is. Is there anything in the Bible that says what we're doing right now is wrong? Of course there isn't."

She sighed contentedly. "Thanks. You're so right. I really needed to hear that. I'm the kind of person who gets too hung up on what society says for me to do, but I'm trying hard to change. Your fuddy-duddy mom still knows how to have fun!" With that, she launched a tickle attack.

He struck back, and soon both of them were laughing as hard as they could.

As they continued playing around, things got messier and messier. Because he was almost lying on her, soon his (luckily hairless) chest was covered with chocolate frosting, and then more and more of her became covered too.

They moved the bowl of frosting to within arms' reach, and then they painted each other with it. For instance, he would draw a chocolate heart on her thigh, then lick it up. Then she drew a chocolate boner and balls on his chest and licked it away, focusing on one of his nipples as she did so. However, most of the focus was on him playing with her chocolate tits.

They both tried to act like it wasn't happening, but the fact was that his dick was very erect and in constant contact with her body. Because she was wearing panties, which was now rare, he felt free to rub his cock anywhere it wanted to go without worrying about things going too far. As a result, he frequently rubbed it against her pussy, and sometimes even directly along her pussy lips or against her clit. Her panties prevented penetration, but they both got off in a big way from all the rubbing.

After a couple of minutes, he asked, "Can I have my goodnight kiss early? A special chocolate-y kiss?"

"Just this one time, since we have to eat the frosting..." she said hesitantly, but there really wasn't that much hesitation.

He stuffed his mouth with frosting, then fed it to her with his tongue.

Soon they were necking with total abandon, with his cock pressing into her pussy even more than before. The front panel of her panties was completely soaked through. Their only problem was that they couldn't roll around, since they were liable to fall off the counter, or at least make an even bigger mess all over the counter top.

After a couple more minutes of kissing, she finally said, "Okay, big boy, enough of me. My pleasure doesn't matter. Now it's your turn." They sat up and then got down onto the tiled kitchen floor, bringing the frosting bowl with them.

As they sat facing each other, she pointed to the bowl and said, "All right, Tiger. You know what Mommy loves to do, and what her mouth was made to do. Stick your hot, thick thing right in there, in the middle of the bowl. Then I'll suck it off."

He did so eagerly, and as he did he half-joked, half-complained, "I'll tell you where I'd really like to stick my hot, thick thing."

She punched him lightly in the arm, but she was far too happy to really mind even such a taboo tease.

As he dipped his erection in the frosting, he said, "Darn! Who the hell are you and what did you do with my mom? I would never have imagined you would think up this kind of crazy, sexy stuff. Sex and chocolate. What a great combination!"

She didn't reply, because she was eager to taste his chocolate-covered erection. She licked it completely clean, bobbing on it for a couple of minutes more just to be completely thorough about it. Then she covered it again in chocolate and started all over. Meanwhile he continued to knead and suckle at her chocolate-covered tits.

At some point he asked, "Hey, what about our cake?" The cake was just sitting there, uneaten.

"I know what I'd rather eat," she growled as her tongue slathered his stiffness with renewed vigor. The cake was left untouched. She still had frosting all over her, so he devoted some energy to licking it up while using the rest of his concentration to flex his PC muscle repeatedly.

Eventually he shot his load into her mouth from a few inches away. This time he was holding and aiming his dick, so he made sure to be sloppy about it, nailing her cheeks, nose, chin and glasses. His cum mixed with the chocolate frosting that was already there.

For many men, their cum would have been too bitter or sour to mix well with something as sweet as chocolate. But mostly thanks to all the fruit Alan ate, his cum was sweet enough to make the cummy chocolate into a delicious combination, kind of like a chocolate fruit tart.

Or at least Susan thought so. She eagerly guzzled it all up. Her moans of intense pleasure while eating were such music to his ears that he nearly felt ready to do it all over again. That was a problem with his mother: he could never get enough of her and her enthusiasm, and her perfect sexy body.

When they were both done, they lay exhausted on the kitchen floor and, as if waking from a deep sleep, gazed around the kitchen surveying the damage. The floor was smeared with frosting, as was the counter, both of their bodies, and much else besides. Susan's panties were completely brown from frosting. The extra bowl of frosting was now mostly empty - perhaps half of it had ended up in their mouths.

"Oh dear," Susan sighed. "What a disaster area. That was something, wasn't it?"

"Mom, I may have to give this Tuesday the award as the best Tuesday ever, just from the frosting thing alone. Well, second best. Our first Tuesday can probably never be topped. But on the other hand this one's not over yet. Let's do this again, really soon."

"It was great, Tiger, but I don't know how much we can repeat it. I must have eaten a couple thousand calories, easy. Your mother's figure didn't just get this way magically, you know. This is like a Chernobyl disaster for my diet." She looked up. "And look! There's the cake. Oh my. Who's going to eat that?"

"Don't worry. I think- Hey! What are you doing?"

She'd put her face back into his crotch and resumed licking, even though he was flaccid. "I'm cleaning your cock and balls. All the really best cocksuckers finish off with a nice cleaning."

"Mom, you really don't have to do that."

"Are you saying I'm not a good cocksucker?" She kept right on licking his balls.

"No, it's just ... Never mind. Anyway, I think I'll end up eating most of the cake. I'm sure it'll be delicious, though not as great tasting as your tits. If you ever get hungry, just suck on my dick. That could be a great diet technique, just like sucking a lollipop instead of a cigarette."

She laughed giddily. "Okay!"

Encouraged, he added, "We could even make a best-selling diet book. We could call it something like, 'The Oedipus Guide to Losing Weight Fast: A High Protein, All Semen Diet For Mothers Who Really Love Their Sons.'"

Susan chuckled, but said more seriously, "Don't mention that name. That 'O' name. Or the 'I' word. We're just having fun while I help you with your treatment." She went back to licking one of his balls while fondling the other one a bit.

"Okay," he replied evenly. He realized belatedly that words like "****" could ruin her mood, so he quickly changed the subject. "God, I just had a thought. What if you were lactating? Then I could have chocolate and milk at once, straight from the same nipple! Wow ... By the way, what did you think of my chocolate dick? Was it delicious?"

"Tiger! Don't even ask me. Of course! Don't you know how much I love swallowing your cum? What's really great is how unnaturally sweet your seed is. Everyone says that cum is usually salty, and sometimes bitter or sour. But yours is like a sweet dessert, with a subtle but intriguing sour touch. Kind of like sweet and sour Chinese food, actually. Anyway, it goes soooo well with chocolate! I think we're going to have to have a lot more fun with food. I'll bet your cum goes well with just about anything."

"Maybe we'll just have to try it with every kind of food there is."

She punched him in the leg, since it was too far for her to punch his arm while still cleaning his balls. "Maybe. And maybe you're incorrigible. Taking advantage of your defenseless mother. Really!" she tsk-tsked playfully.

Finally she finished and sat up. Then she got more serious, crossing her arms under her chocolate-smeared tits as if she were mad at him. "But enough fun, buster. What if someone saw this mess? Let's get this cleaned up right now. First we'll have to shower."

He suggested, "No. Wait. First let's clean up all the counters and eat some of the cake. I know we're still dripping, but we can drip onto the floor and clean that up later. I need a short time to recover, because then we can take a shower together and bring in the last of the frosting bowl, if you know what I mean."

Her eyes lit up. "I do! I do! Oh no. I can feel my hips getting flabby as we speak, but it'll be so worth it. Far from this being a diet, I wonder if any woman ever got fat just from consuming so much cum."

"Hey, that gives me an idea," he said. "Imagine a Dear Abby type letter about my all-cum diet book: 'Dear Sir. Thanks to your excellent book, I've lost forty pounds and everyone says I look like a teenager again. Needless to say, my eldest son was a bit surprised at first when I started sucking him off, but now he's just as big a fan of your book as I am, and maybe even a bigger one."

He continued to pretend to read, "But I have a problem. I have three younger sons. Once I started guzzling the seed from my eldest son on a daily basis, I could hardly neglect them. And then with all of them having their friends over after school so often, I felt bad ignoring their buddies' needs as well. As a result, I'm naked with a teenage prick down my throat just about all the time. I hardly have any time to eat food anymore, but I'm consuming so much cum that I gained five pounds just in the last week! What should I do? Sincerely, Cum-soaked in Seattle.'"

Susan laughed. "It's a good thing you don't have any brothers. What's your imaginary reply?"

"That's easy. 'Dear Cum-soaked, Remember that you don't always have to swallow.'"

Susan giggled, then licked a gob of frosting off of Alan's skin and ate it. She would have preferred his cum, but those gobs were already all gone. "That's easier said than done, Son. I just hope for that imaginary woman's sake that her sons' cum doesn't taste as good as yours. For me, not swallowing just isn't an option!"

Chapter 14

Susan had so much fun with Alan that she wished the experience would never end. Unfortunately, it did, but she came up with an idea to extend the joy a little bit: she phoned Brenda to tell her about it.

Brenda was all ears. She and Susan had developed enough of a rapport over sexual matters that Susan was able to launch into describing her latest adventures with a minimum of pretense or fuss over the "forbidden" nature of her ****. Brenda had been in the living room watching TV with her son Adrian when Susan called. She knew enough about how the call would go to relocate to her bedroom for privacy during the call.

Brenda was having a great time masturbating to Susan's stories. However, she was still shy enough to try to hide from Susan that she was masturbating. As a result, she was **** to refrain from cumming for fear of making too much tell-tale noise. That frustrating restriction ended up making her even more aroused.

There were a couple of details Susan mentioned that particularly intrigued Brenda. One was Susan's description of Alan's new "tradition" of "getting her attention" by fondling her ass cheeks. The second was the revelation that Susan sometimes fingered Alan's ass, and Alan sometimes fingered Susan's ass. Brenda already knew that Alan was a "tit man," but putting these details together, she figured that Alan was somewhat of an "ass man" too. Brenda was thrilled by the thought that Alan might lavish the same sort of attention on her own rear end as well.

Susan was constantly referring to large breasts, so frequently that she could hardly describe one of Alan's lovers without using "big-titted" or some similar adjective. Brenda was not only weary of hearing that, but also wary of all the attention her own extremely large breasts constantly drew, whether it was lustful, demeaning looks from horny men or jealousy and open envy from other women. She sincerely believed that her ass and the rest of her body was something to be proud of as well, especially since her breast size was almost entirely due to genetics, whereas she had to put in effort to keep the rest of her body looking equally good.

So Susan's latest stories left Brenda hopeful that Alan would appreciate her ass more than her previous lovers and admirers. Strangely enough, that caused Alan to rise still higher in Brenda's estimation without him having done or said anything to her directly.

Once the phone call ended, Brenda was finally free to have her much-anticipated orgasm. As she fingered herself to completion, she imagined standing naked in front of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine, with Alan wantonly kneading her ass cheeks and even probing into her ass crack. The thought of him taking such obvious liberties with her bare butt, in front of witnesses, ignited a desire for him so fierce and overpowering that she had a surprisingly powerful climax. It was only afterwards that she realized she'd been thrashing around on her own bed as her orgasm went on and on, leaving her a sweaty, bedraggled mess.

It all made her wonder if the reality would be just as overwhelming as her fantasy. She couldn't wait to find out.

The rest of the evening flew by. Alan had a mostly wordless but very memorable and orgasmic shower with his mother. She was so horny that she let him have even more liberties than before. He put soap on his revived erection and "washed" her ass with it. She even let him dry hump her for a few seconds under the excuse of having him wash the space between her legs with his rampant boner.

As he showered, he thought to himself, Today, I've realized that Mom is a total nymphomaniac. She truly can't get enough! I seriously think her sexual nature is just starting to be revealed, and even this isn't all there is. That's almost scary! Okay, it IS scary! And she's so fucking HOT!

But then it occurs to me that Aunt Suzy is equally hot and horny. She's probably even sultrier, if such a thing is possible. Then there's my "fuck toy" sister, who's super horny all the time too. And Aims. And Heather, mega-bitch though she is. And Akami. Kim. This Elle woman. And ... My God! Too much! Mom feels so good; I'm gonna blow for sure!

Susan had already made it clear that she wanted to take his load in her mouth. But Alan had an accident. He'd been sliding his cock up and down her ass crack. It wasn't in her asshole, but instead he'd pushed her ass cheeks together and was fucking her ass crack almost like it was cleavage in a titfuck. Without any warning, he lost his PC muscle control and started shooting his ropes of cum. There was no time to change position; the ropes flew forward and repeatedly hit Susan's back.

He tried to make the best of the situation and turned off the water. Some cum had landed in the long hair that cascaded down her back, and he couldn't do much about that. But the gobs that had landed on her skin he vigorously rubbed in, until her whole back was saturated in cum and she generally smelled like a whorehouse.

Thus did he turn his mistake into a very pleasant ass and back rub.

She didn't mind the lack of her usual taste treat too much, because she imagined that he was taming and marking a new part of her body. She liked that idea a lot.

This latest ejaculation brought him to eight orgasms for the day. He had to stop massaging her after about ten minutes, because he sensed his dick was about to get hard again and he knew that if he did she wouldn't let him leave until she finally had her mouth properly filled. He would have enjoyed that, but he knew that he was on the verge of overtaxing his equipment.

In fact, he realized that he probably already had overdone it somewhere about his sixth time. He was pushing his luck, and seriously imagined someday having to go to the emergency room to have them save an overworked dick.

By this point Susan was sitting on the floor of the shower. She'd had so many orgasms that she could no longer stand even if she'd wanted to.

He reached out to turn the water back on so he could clear his cum off her back and refresh her, giving her the energy to get up.

But as his hand went to the shower knob, she said, "No, Tiger. No thanks. I'm fine just like this. I want to go to bed smelling of my son's powerful seed."

He kept the water off.

She thought to herself as she continued to recover, One of these days I'll have to get Tiger to do me like that all over. First, a hefty deposit in the mouth. That goes without saying. I could rub some of that all over my face too. Then one load to cover my back and have him rub it deep into the pores of my skin like he just did. Then another to cover my legs in the same way. Then one for my stomach and arms. Finally, he could rub his dick all over my tits just like he did my ass crack, and really take the time to rub the cum in all over my chest. Let's see ... How many loads is that? Five. He could handle that, no problem. He's done ten in one day!

Later in the day, he could freshen me up with another load on my face and into my mouth. Wouldn't it be great if my face was just caked with cum? Suzanne and Angel would be so jealous. I'd walk around naked all day and they'd get so horny just smelling my cum-drenched skin. Maybe they wouldn't be able to handle it; they'd start licking me all over. Even licking me in very private places...

Her thoughts were drifting into forbidden areas, as she wouldn't admit to herself that she had any lesbian tendencies. So she wrested her mind from that fantasy and looked back at her son.

He asked her, "What are you thinking about so fervently, Mom?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking what a wonderful, loving son you are. Let's get up; I can't just sit here forever."

"By the way, Mom, back when we were really into it at some point, you said your pleasure didn't matter. That's so untrue!"

"Nonsense. You're the one with the special medical need. I'm-"

"Hey! Listen to me! I insist. I'm not backing down on this point. If you're not getting pleasure out of it, then it's not as much fun for me. So, even if your only goal is to make me cum, you have to cum lots too!"

She chuckled. "Hmmm. That doesn't sound right. But I'll think that over and get back to you."

He helped pull her up until she could stand, though just barely. She didn't even dry herself off with a towel, so that she wouldn't towel off any more of his rubbed-in cum.

Once she'd more or less recovered, they retired to the living room. She realized that she'd never finished "cleaning" his penis and balls after his climax, so she proceeded to do that for a good long while. Her hope was that he would get hard again. But just when his penis started to show signs of life, he told her sadly that he shouldn't have any more climaxes until the next day.

The two of them just cuddled together on the living room sofa, reading. Alan read a history of the Roman Empire that he'd started a while back, while Susan perused a fashion magazine. She'd never really been interested in fashion before, despite Suzanne's many efforts to educate her, but she was fascinated now.

Her blouse was open and his shorts were unzipped. He liked to rest his head against his mother's spongy bare boobs while he read.

Susan read with one hand in his shorts, keeping his cock semi-hard by lightly fondling it. But it was more that she liked the reassuring, familiar feel of it in her hand than that she wanted to stimulate him, given that she knew his dick was done for the day. When she wasn't doing that, she caressed his chest underneath his shirt. But these caresses were low intensity, so they managed to keep reading their books.

Chapter 15

Katherine came home late. Mother and son covered up when they heard her come in, and they wouldn't say a word about what they'd done. Still, Katherine didn't need to be a psychic to have a general idea that they'd had a lot of fun.

Susan, for all her enthusiasm, was nonetheless quite embarrassed about all the liberties she'd allowed her son. But at the same time, she was glad she was wearing an open-backed dress to help flaunt her smell.

As Katherine stood next to her mother, the smell of Alan's cum was overwhelming. She just inwardly cursed her mother's luck and seemingly unfettered access to his penis. Later on she wrote in her diary:

God damn these Tuesdays. He spends way too much time with Mom until she literally smells like his dick. I swear, Diary, I was downstairs earlier standing next to Mom, and I could definitely smell his spermy baby juice! It drove me crazy. I wanted to lick every inch of her face like I was an eager dog. Sigh! Tuesdays. Actually, it's like every fucking day is a Tuesday for her, and Tuesdays are just a bit more so ... I wish I had my own day. If Brother really loves me, he should give me a day of my own. How can I talk him into doing that though, without sounding greedy?

And as if that isn't sucky enough - literally, knowing the way Mom's mouth is having a love affair with my Brother's cock! - Mom happened to mention to me that Heather came by for a study session with him. "Study session?"! Yeah, right! I don't think Heather has EVER opened a textbook. Somehow she does okay in her classes, probably because of the way she blinks her blue eyes at her teachers, but it certainly isn't because of study sessions. No, she was getting it on! I should have known for sure when she fell into my 'high heels at the beach' trap. Plus, Brother admitted that "things happened" with her already. I'll bet dollars to donuts that "things happened" in his bed today!!!! GRRRR!

I swear, I'm trying my damnedest to be the very best fuck toy any sister can be. I would literally do anything to pleasure him and his wonderful cock at any time. All he'd have to do is cross the hall and open my door, and I'd lie back on my bed and spread my legs, and who gives a fuck about getting caught. Why doesn't he do that?! But anyway, I do all that, and it's still not enough. How on Earth am I supposed to compete with motherfucking HEATHER?! True, she's a total bitch, but I know from personal experience that when she gets going she turns into a seriously hot slut!

I get horny thinking of him boning other girls, but not her! I'm not even writing this one-handed right now. Well, technically I am, but you know what I mean. She's pure evil. I've gotta find out what's really happening between them and put a stop to it. Being a loving sister is not just a matter of keeping his cock constantly throbbing with pleasure; it also means saving him from himself sometimes.

Alan's day ended back in his bed with an incredibly prolonged goodnight kiss from his mother. They necked for many long minutes.

She started out fully clothed at his request, so he wouldn't get too excited, but as their kissing continued they both gradually lost their clothes. She was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in her clothes for more than an hour or two, no matter what she did, because if she wasn't getting naked for him, then she was probably masturbating.

She finally remembered that she still hadn't given him his Tuesday abnormality check, so she went ahead and did that. Alan made her swear that she couldn't make him cum again, so she just did a thorough pressing on every last bit of his semi-hard prick without stroking him at the same time.

He was able to stay under control, just barely, but it drove her crazy to hold his dick and not be able to lick it or suck on it, or even give it a thorough handjob.

Susan ended up having an intense orgasm while she was rubbing his cock against her cheek.

Alan was increasingly tempted to go all the way and cum while in her mouth. But he knew he would regret having a ninth orgasm, if not immediately then when morning rolled around. Instead, he tried to think of some other fun thing he might do, even as his nude mother continued to effectively jack him off while literally rubbing his erection against her face. He said, "Hey, Mom, you know what would be really great right now?"

She replied sadly, "Son, I'd love to suck your cock so very, very much. But you know that's technically not part of the abnormality check. Although-"

He cut her off before she could arouse him even further. "No, actually, I was thinking about ice cream. Do we have any good flavors?"

Her eyes lit up. Despite her fantastic figure, she loved ice cream and ate a little bit of it fairly often. "Oh, you know we do. We have some pumpkin that's extra special; it's only available in November."

"Mmmm. That sounds good. Would it be too much if I were to eat some of that in bed?"

"Sure thing!" She started to get up.

But he put a hand on her shoulder. "No. You do too much for me already. Let me get it. I'll get some for you too."

"Okay. But just a little for me. A spoonful or two at the most." That was an exaggeration, but she did keep her servings small to help keep her fantastic figure. She particularly wanted to limit the additional calories, given all the chocolate frosting she'd eaten with him earlier.

Alan hurried downstairs to get the ice cream. He was genuinely trying to be considerate in getting it himself, but he also hoped that going all the way to the kitchen and back would help him lose his erection and allow him to calm down. Then he and his mother could kick back and enjoy eating ice cream and spending time together without him feeling an overwhelming urge to thrust his stiff cock back into her mouth.

It worked. His dick went completely flaccid. Or so it seemed, at least until he got back to his room. He'd assumed that she would have put her clothes back on while he was gone, since their sexual fun time was over. But she was still completely naked, and even struck a sexy pose with an arm over her head when she saw him open his door.

He thought, Dammit! Mom is just too hot. And she's wearing nothing but high heels. Damn those heels! Shit. I should'a put some clothes back on, because bam! - just like that I'm fully erect again. That took, what, two seconds?

He sat down on his bed with his back against the headboard. Susan sat next to him, cuddling up close. He'd brought just one bowl of ice cream but two spoons, because he thought it would be more fun to share.

She was in a particularly happy and playful mood. Instead of taking a spoonful of ice cream for herself, she took the spoon and fed it into his mouth. Naturally, he reciprocated.

Then she asked him, "Son, have you ever experienced an ice cream kiss?"

That resulted in them taking turns French kissing and feeding each other more ice cream. Alan had never enjoyed an ice cream kiss before, and he found that he loved the cold sensation.

Then some of the ice cream he was spoon feeding her accidentally fell onto the upper slopes of her great tits.

She pretended to be upset. "Uh-oh! Tiger, you'd better clean that up ... with your tongue."

Alan really didn't want things to get too sexual, because he didn't think his dick could handle cumming for a ninth time that day. That was why he'd gotten the ice cream in the first place, as a distraction. But he was finding it was only increasing his sexual arousal. And the truth was, his resolve was weak, or he wouldn't have gotten back in bed with his nude sex-bomb mother in the first place. So he bent his head and licked as instructed.

Susan giggled with glee. "Oooh! That feels nice. But I think you missed some." She took a spoon and dropped a lot more ice cream into her cleavage.

Naturally, he felt "obliged" to lick all that up too.

As soon as he started doing that, he felt her hand wrap around his erection and start sliding up and down.

He wanted to protest, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Um, Mom, is that more of the abnormality check?"

She replied cheekily, "No, I think we're done with that for now. Consider this a 'normality check' instead. I want to see if you have the responses of a normal, growing, all-American boy. If your sexy big-titted mommy starts stroking your cock, is it going to throb with pleasure?"

He thought, Damn, between licking the ice cream from Mom's huge melons and what her hand is doing, this is too much fun. How can I say no? Why not just run with this for a while? The main thing is that we have to stop before I cum. Then my dick will be okay. I think.

So he replied, while digging his nose deeper into her cavernous cleavage, "Mom, it's already throbbing with pleasure. Big time!"

"Oh, goody. But then the question is, can I get it to throb with even MORE pleasure? For instance, what if I bring a second hand over, like this? One hand is just going to work on your sweet spot and the other one is going to slide up and down all ten inches. And play with your balls. Mmmm! I love to play with your balls!"

He could sense he was losing control of the situation. Already, the bowl of ice cream had been put aside, and what little remained was forgotten. He soon finished licking up the ice cream that had dripped deep into her cleavage. Her tits were so naturally big and round that he actually had a hard time getting his tongue to reach all the delicious dessert.

Since he'd run out of ice cream, he went back to kissing her and nuzzling her neck. He pondered the situation while he did that. He knew that her cocksucking lust was so strong that it was just a matter of time before she would start bobbing on his shaft. And he was almost 100 percent certain that would end up with him blasting his load down her throat or onto her face. As good as it might feel in the moment, he knew his dick would torment him for it later.

So he decided to turn his attention back to licking her fulsome globes, despite the absence of more ice cream. He was fairly certain that as long as he did that, she'd remain sitting up against the headboard, which meant she couldn't bend over to suck him off. He knew that if there was one thing she loved as much as cocksucking, or at least almost as much, it was stimulation of her tits.

She moaned lustily, "MMMM! Oh, Tiger! So good! Don't ... Not the nipples! You know I can't ... Mmmm! Too horny!"

He loved making his mother squirm with arousal, nearly as much as he enjoyed feeling great arousal himself. He tried to block out what her hands were doing to his privates and just focus on her tits, and especially on licking and suckling on her nipples, but she made it difficult to concentrate.

Eventually he was **** to say, "Mom, please! You gotta let go, or I'm gonna blow!"

But she didn't stop. "And that would be bad? Let me bend over and ... Mmmm! Swallow all of that ... Ah! All of that, that fat cock-meat! Mmmm! YES!"

He begged with greater urgency, "Mom! Please!"

But she was only getting hotter and hotter. "Mmmm! I need it! I need it in my mouth! Son, fill my face! Fill mommy's mouth with son-cock!"

It was all too much. He knew he either had to cum, right away, or get away fast. He was seriously concerned that he could damage his dick if he came again. He wasn't sure why the act of cumming was the decisive part, but that's what his body was telling him. So he suddenly disengaged and hopped off the bed like it was on fire.

She was more than a little confused, finding herself holding air rather than her son's hot, pulsing boner. She whined, "Tiger, what are you doing?!"

"Sorry, Mom. Gotta ... gotta ... Gotta take a cold shower. Can't cum. My dick can't handle it!" He was doubled over and panting. He suddenly stood up and ran from the room, heading toward the bathroom across the hall.

At first, he felt bad that he'd had to do that, but a quick, cold shower made him feel nice and refreshed. He decided that he'd done the right thing. I've gotta listen to my body. Everything is so arousing around here, I could keep going and going until they literally have to call an ambulance. I have to use some common sense. There have to be limits.

But dang! Mom is just too much fun! Ice cream and a handjob? Man! So good. This is the life!

He was a bit surprised that she wasn't around when he stepped out of the shower and returned to his room. Nevertheless he was grateful, because he knew what would probably have happened if she'd still been there. He considered going down the hall to her bedroom to at least tell her 'good night', but decided that even doing that much could be too risky; he had an instant vision of fucking her hard and long, not leaving her bed until morning.

He fell asleep instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.