When Will I Be Loved?: Part 5

Chapter 13

Suzanne picked up Brenda and physically carried her back to the living room. For Suzanne, a fit woman with an Amazon-size physique, carrying the smaller and totally limp Brenda was no trouble at all.

Brenda fell deeply asleep the instant Suzanne put her down on a sofa.

Katherine went to bed upset. She hadn't had as much fun as the others. She hoped that Alan was sincere in saying that he had no special interest in Brenda, but she rather doubted it, not after everything that had just happened. She was depressed by the prospect of having to compete for his attention with another incredibly beautiful, stacked woman, but she didn't know what she could do about it.

On the other hand, Susan was too blissed out on her sexual high to think very much. What thoughts she did have were quite conflicted. On the one hand, she eagerly welcomed Alan's domination of Brenda as further proof of his unstoppable sexual prowess. But on the other hand, she couldn't shake her jealous feelings towards Brenda and her oversized breasts. She lingered in the kitchen instead of going to bed, mostly waiting for Alan to go upstairs so she could give him her goodnight kiss and tuck-in.

Suzanne called out to Alan, "Sweetie, can you come over here?"

He walked over to where Brenda was lying on the sofa. "What is it?"

"I need some help here. We need to take her panties off. I'll lift her hips up while you slip them off."

"Wait a second. Why are we doing that?"

"Look at her! She's completely soaked. Her panties are gross. She'll catch a cold. It's like sleeping in a puddle, except in this case it's a puddle of her own cum. We have to dry her off and cover her up."

So Alan did as he was told; he not only took off her panties, he washed and dried her crotch with a towel. Needless to say, he had a great view of her privates as he did that. Her pussy lips were open and her inner membranes glistened with her recent juices.

He didn't realize it, but his overly-rough rubbing of Brenda's pussy with the towel caused her to wake up.

She kept her eyes closed, as she didn't want anyone to know that she knew what was going on. She wanted to find out what they would do and say.

"Why am I the one to do this?" Alan asked Suzanne rather belatedly, as he wiped Brenda clean of her copious juices. He noted that the mere act of wiping her vulva seemed to trigger an automatic response, causing her to secrete more juices, requiring him to wipe the area yet again. He kept repeating the process, but made little headway. Dang! The way things are going, I'm going to need a second towel!

He turned to Suzanne and asked, "Wouldn't it be better if you did this?"

"Sweetie, you have to know something about me. My heart is in the right place, but sometimes my ethics waver just a little bit when it comes to sex. If I did the cleaning, I just might decide that my tongue could do a better job than the towel. Whereas I know that YOU would never take advantage of a sleeping woman."

That excuse was partially true, but Suzanne also simply delighted in putting him in challenging sexual situations.

She added, "Please don't think any less of me, Sweetie. I try, but I'm helplessly enslaved to my own passions." Just to delight in her own irony, she continued, "You wouldn't believe some of the amoral sexual schemes I've dreamt up over the years to cheat on my husband."

Alan, of course, had no idea that her grandest scheme of all was his six-times-a-day treatment.

Suzanne made numerous (and luckily, mostly positive) comments about Brenda's physique while Alan continued to clean her sweaty, cummy body. "Look at her nipples. Even when she's asleep they're longer and harder than any of ours when we're fully aroused. How strange. What kind of clothing could she possibly wear that wouldn't leave her looking like her nipples were bursting through the fabric?"

Brenda struggled to keep her eyes closed; she was dying of curiosity to find out what Alan would do next. She hoped he would be bold. But at the same time she was upset that Suzanne could want to do exactly what Alan was doing, because she had a very strong aversion to any hint of lesbian activity.

Suzanne said, "What a juicy twat. I don't think it's getting any drier. Maybe the rough towel you're using is the problem. I think you should use your fingers."

Brenda struggled mightily not to open her eyes and curse a blue streak in response to the "juicy twat" comment.

"Aunt Suzy! She's sleeping! I can't take advantage of her like that!"

"Then can I?"

Brenda just managed to avoid stiffening in rage, but at the same time her pussy's drooling increased as she waited with bated breath to be fingered. She was torn between anger and needy frustration.

Alan just frowned; he didn't find Suzanne's question very funny.

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "I'm just joking, Mr. Boy Scout. But you do have to admit you're tempted. Am I right or what? Just look at that body! And her cunt. It's so wet but tight; I can just tell. She's gonna be a great fuck when you finally take her. You have to admit she has a great cunt, don't you?"

Brenda was so upset that steam was about to pour from her ears. If anyone had bothered to look at her face, they would have known immediately that she was awake from the way she was tightly squinting and clenching her teeth. Fortunately, she had so many other enticing body parts to view that no one was looking anywhere near her face.

Suzanne's titillating comments didn't make Alan's pussy-cleaning task any easier. After another nudge, followed by her asking "Well?", he finally said, "Okay, I'll admit she's got a pretty great cunt."

Suzanne goaded him, "Look how puffy and engorged those lips are. Wouldn't they look good wrapped around your plundering cock?"

"Aunt Suzy! Come on! I'm trying to work here. It's hard enough as it is."

She reached down and briefly fondled his flaccid penis. "Unfortunately, it's not. If it was, I'd rub it and suck it until you squirted all over Brenda's mountains. Just imagine her waking up all covered in your sticky goo! Wouldn't that be a hoot?"

"No!" he griped. "We're trying to clean her."

Brenda was so mentally torn that she wanted to scream out in frustration. She hated the way Suzanne must be ogling her, but she really liked the way Suzanne was encouraging Alan to do nasty things to her busty and helpless body. When he admitted that Brenda had a "pretty great cunt," she wanted to leap for joy. (Never mind that she'd been ready to explode in anger when Suzanne had said the exact same thing - her thoughts were warped by her lust and desire.) But then, when she heard that he wasn't even erect, she was ready to break down and cry. Again, the only reason no one realized that Brenda was awake was because no one was bothering to look above her neck.

Alan eventually finished cleaning her as best he could, even though he never did get her completely dry. Fortunately, he'd avoided taking any outrageous liberties, even though his opportunities to play with pussies were rare.

Just as he finished, he commented to Suzanne, "You know what just occurred to me? Tonight I explored Brenda's naked body nearly from head to toe, yet I've never really kissed her."

Suzanne chuckled at that. "That is a real doozie, isn't it? That says a lot about your new lifestyle. But don't worry; you'll get to know her mouth VERY, very well, very, very soon. Trust me on that."

Brenda felt new jolts of arousal shoot up and down her spine. She loved that he had yet to kiss her mouth. It fit perfectly with her vision of being one of his obedient sluts.

She relaxed and finally really started to drift off again once she concluded that Alan was done touching her and that Suzanne wouldn't be doing anything to her. She liked that Alan had enough scruples not to take advantage of her state, though at that moment she might have preferred it if he actually had taken more advantage of her.

She fell asleep thinking of how it would be if he fucked her tits roughly, while images of Suzanne simultaneously stroking her thighs and fingering her pussy lips drifted at the edges of her imagination. Had she been awake she would have been appalled by the latter thoughts, but as she lost consciousness her mental barriers came down and more of her real desires became evident.

Suzanne had Alan get a blanket to put over Brenda's nude body. Then they left her to sleep and returned to the dining room table, where they sat down to rest and chat with Susan.

Suzanne commented, "Let's hope she doesn't remember too much of that tomorrow. She might be angry in the light of day. She certainly is a case, isn't she?"

Suzanne looked at the chair Brenda had been sitting in. "Holy cow! Would you look at this? There's like a lake of cum here. Literally a lake. That is some woman. Not only that, but she left another puddle back in the living room. It's like she's really a giant water balloon filled with nothing but pussy juice. Jesus!"

Susan complained, "Don't take the Lord's name in vain, please."

Alan found that quite amusing, although he was careful not to show it. Mom gets all huffy and moralistic about a word. Meanwhile, she and Aunt Suzy either have forgotten or don't care that they are sitting in the nude and still have my cum on their faces! It's even starting to dry. I mean, isn't that ass backwards?

Suzanne volunteered to stay up until Brenda awoke and then take her home. She pointed out that Brenda's son would worry if she didn't come home at all.

Alan was jolted by the reminder that Brenda had a son. He didn't like that, but obviously there was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, he and Susan went upstairs.

Chapter 14

Alan was totally mentally and physically wiped out, but the night didn't end for him when he went upstairs. He lay down in his bed naked, prepared to fall asleep, but he'd forgotten about his mother's favorite new nightly 'kiss and tuck-in' tradition.

So a few minutes later, Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss. She'd put on yet another new semi-transparent nightgown just to stimulate him.

Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't help but love that sight. "Hey, Mom. What's up? You look great!"

"Thank you." She smiled nervously. Then she slowly pulled her nightie down until her chest was completely bared. That, plus the fact she was wearing high heels, showed she meant business.

In addition to wanting to have a little fun, she needed reassurance that Alan didn't like Brenda in any way more than her. She was mostly worried about her "merely" G-size boobs.

"I'll bet you really like Brenda's super large hooters," she said in a melancholy tone. "But how do they compare with Mommy's?" She tried gamely to arch her back, thrusting her big, bare tits forward and up alluringly.

Alan was dead tired and not really in a mood to play around, even though his dick was stirring a little. He felt like he'd had more fun in the last hour or two than in his entire three middle-school years, and he was exhausted. But he understood Susan's need for reassurance, so he tried his best. "Mom, your boobs are great. They're my favorites."

She smiled in shy delight and pulled back his covers. Then, without asking, she started stroking his penis, even though it wasn't even half-hard. "Awww. You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, really Mom. Your tits are so fine; they're ten different kinds of fine. Your whole body is fantastic."

She cupped her hefty globes from below and lightly traced around her nipples. "Are you sure? I want you to be sure. It means a lot to me if you think I'm worthy of being one of your personal cocksuckers."

"Mom, I don't even know where to complain about that comment. First off, it's wrong for me to even have something called a 'personal cocksucker, ' but if I did, who could top you?"

She smiled. "Thanks. Still, Mommy will let you play with her titties just a little bit to help you make sure."

So he groped a tit with one hand, after she bent right over him to make things easier for him. Unusually, he chose to put his other hand on her face, so in this case he fed two fingers into her mouth.

She eagerly sucked on them, treating them as a proxy penis. She wanted to reassure him that she would gladly suck him off if he wanted. She'd still been standing, and her nightie was miraculously clinging to her hips. But she sat on the edge of his bed so she'd have access to his cock and he'd have better access to her tits.

She continued to stroke his penis, which didn't stay flaccid for long. Lingering memories of his measuring Brenda's bare chest certainly helped him rebound quickly. She said in a tempting, teasing voice, "Uh-oh! You've got your busty mommy half naked and in your bed. You're not going to touch her in that one forbidden, naughty, naughty spot, are you?" She looked knowingly at her crotch.

He gulped as he stared at her bush, and in particular at her labia, easily visible through her semi-transparent nightie. He loved how her nether lips appeared red and swollen, as if ready to be fucked.

"Good." She sighed happily as she felt his dick fully stiffen in her hands. "Tiger-"

Seeing that she was still a bit down, he added, "Mom, I'm guessing that you're worried about Brenda's boobs and how big they are."

"No, I-"

"Shush," he said very gently. He brought his other hand down so that both hands could fondle her tits. "I understand. She's VERY stacked, and very beautiful. But you know what? There's such a thing as having boobs that are TOO big. I mean, what if her boobs were double their current size? Everyone would agree that would be bad. She'd barely be able to get out of bed, I imagine. As far as I'm concerned, there's a perfect tit size, and it's right here in my hands."

That was kind of a lie, but kind of not. He was lying when he said he thought Brenda's tits were too big. It was close, but especially because they were so round and high, he found them very alluring indeed. But he was telling the truth that he thought Susan's boobs were the ideal size (and Suzanne's, since those were just as large). He'd grown up seeing Susan and Suzanne as his ideals of female beauty, so if he thought of "perfect boobs" in his mind, he thought of theirs first.

He gave her dangling globes some loving squeezes, deeply sinking his fingers into her tit-flesh.

"Oh, Tiger! You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that!" She growled huskily, "There IS a perfect size, and it's right here in MY hands!" She moaned orgasmically as she looked down at his cock and her fingers as they slid all over it.

But then she asked shyly, "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course! Plus, they belong to you, and that's the most important thing."

She forgot about stroking his cock for a while as she pulled his face into her cleavage. "Son! Oh, Son! That makes me so happy! I'll admit I got a little bit jealous. That's petty of me, I know. Envy is a cardinal sin, after all."

"That's okay, Mom." He spoke into the deep chasm between her soft yet firm melons. "I guess it's looking like Brenda's starting to seriously lust after me, and I lust after her too. But she's only gonna be here once a week, for a few hours, and I'm around you pretty much 24/7, minus school on weekdays. So you have nothing to worry about with her. I barely know her, and I LOVE you and always have. She'll never be able to compete with our love for each other."

She considered that, then resolved to not let Brenda ever visit except for their weekly card game. Having decided that, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She'd been gently rubbing his cheeks with her tit-pillows, but she let go and resumed jacking him off. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I take my role as one of your personal cocksuckers very seriously. Obviously you already have others, and I know you'll have more, and that's your right. But I just don't want any of them to be BETTER than me! Well, except for Suzanne, of course. I know she's better, but that's okay because she's my best friend in the whole world. Besides, she's teaching me how to catch up."

He didn't reply, because it seemed like the crisis had been averted. Meanwhile, he continued licking and kissing the inner slopes of her heavenly globes while she pumped and stroked, and pumped and stroked some more. He inhaled deeply. He could smell the fresh, lightly perfumed skin that she was literally pressing against his nose, and he could also smell her aroused pussy.

She asked in a very motherly tone, "So how was your day, Tiger? How did your classes go?"

He tried his best to answer, but between her jacking him off and letting him play with her tits, she was making it extremely difficult for him to concentrate. "Um, good."

She continued to ask him the same mundane questions she'd typically asked him for years, even as she rubbed his sweet spot with two fingers while playing with his balls. "So did you do all your homework?"

"No. To be honest, I didn't," he somehow managed to answer despite all the distracting stimulation.

"Oh, no. Tiger's been a bad, bad boy. He needs to be punished. No more handjob for you! Instead, Mommy's going to have to drain your balls of all your cum so you can study better for school."

Chapter 15

Susan dropped down to suck on his fat knob.

Alan had to laugh out loud. He was greatly amused by his "punishment." Nothing could be more pleasurable, especially since she was giving head so very well lately. But his laugh practically turned into an erotic scream of joy when her lips locked tightly around his shaft and began sliding.

Susan had to laugh as well. She thought, Okay, that was a silly excuse. But whatever works. I've got my lips wrapped around my son's thick rod and his hands are pulling on my nipples, so all's well that ends well. MMMM! I just love it when I can swirl my tongue around and around his cockhead. MMMM! And around and around, then around back the other way. MMMM! And when I really get going on his special spot, like this ... MMMM! He just melts and he's putty in my hands! MMMM! I'm such a happy mommy! Such a happy, naughty, cocksucking, big-titted centerfold mommy slut!

He couldn't hear any of that, except for the "MMMM" sounds, which she murmured out loud as well as thought. But he certainly felt her enthusiasm.

The blowjob seemed to go on and on and on. Instead of going all out to make him cum quickly, she appeared keen on sucking him for a very, very long time. But he kept on fondling her super sensitive tits, so she started cumming long before he was even close to the edge. Nothing seemed to arouse her faster than nipple play. She moaned and writhed as he mercilessly worked on stimulating her sensitive breasts.

He thought, It's funny. At first, I was just humoring her. I thought my dick was done for the night. But she really does something special for me. To see my own mom lovingly slurping and slathering her way all over my cock - nothing beats it! I feel soooo good right now, I could just melt! So it's really true that Brenda can't compete. Sure, I'd love to fuck her, but Mom's not just my mom and my totally sexy and stacked "personal cocksucker"; she's just about my very best friend too! I love her so much!

Even at a slow pace, she was delivering non-stop pleasure, using a constantly shifting series of techniques. So eventually Alan had to say, "Can we have a little time out?"

"Okay." She was relieved, because he hadn't cum yet and her jaw was tired.

He looked her over. Her nightie was bunched up around her waist. "Hey Mom, you're a little overdressed, don't you think?"

She looked down at herself. "You know what? You're right!" Smiling from ear to ear, she stood up and slowly wriggled her way out of the rest of her nightie. She did it with her back to him, since she figured he'd had plenty of fun with her tits and she didn't want him to forget her fine ass and long legs.

Even after the nightie was completely off, she continued to slowly shimmy and slide back and forth.

He was so inspired that he said, "Get your beautiful ass over here."

She turned around and struck a sexy pose while also acting like she was protecting her pussy. "Promise not to touch me in my most naughty place?"

He shrugged, pretending to be arrogant. "I'll think about it."

She giggled with glee as she quickly complied. She wound up lying on top of him since that's what he'd motioned for her to do. That allowed for him to knead her ass cheeks and explore her ass crack while the two of them necked.

But this made both of them increasingly hot and bothered. Susan found herself unable to lie naked on him without stroking his cock, so before long she had scooted back down to his crotch and crammed his fat cock back in her mouth.

As a result, his strategic break was quite short. Not that it mattered, because between Susan's sexy ass dance and all the kissing and fondling his dick hadn't gotten much of a break anyway. So it wasn't long before he felt an inescapably strong urge to cum.

Susan had very much enjoyed it when he'd blown his load on her face earlier during the card game. (Normally she would have been terrified by such a sex act in front of other people, but she was so caught up in a vortex of lust and competition that what would usually be a turn-off had morphed into a turn-on.) In fact, she still had a little cummy residue on her cheeks and chin, even after all the kissing, and she wanted to add to it before going to her own bed. So when the hand cradling his balls felt them tighten and pull up, she positioned her face about a foot away from the tip of his dick.

"Cum all over Mommy! Mark me as one of your SLUTS!"

His cum rocketed forth. But since he was holding his dick, he could pick his targets, so he aimed exclusively at her massive melons.

Susan soon picked up on that, so she squeezed them together with her hands to make an even more tempting target. Initially she was a bit disappointed, since she'd really wanted a cummy face, but he aimed the last rope or two at her face, painting it with a couple of long streaks from nearly one ear to the other, which was enough to leave her fully satisfied.

When he stopped spurting, it was clear he was going to fall sleep immediately, so she crawled off his bed and picked up her nightie from the floor. She smiled a loving smile as she readied herself to go, then remembered, "Oh my! I almost forgot. The goodnight kiss. That's why I came in here."

He unthinkingly asked, "What about our earlier necking?"

She shot him a naughty grin. "That doesn't count."

They kissed (with Alan avoiding his own cum), but she wouldn't allow him to play with her tits anymore. "Please. No more, Tiger," she complained, "Mommy's tits are too sensitive. It feels too good. You don't want Mommy to get all dehydrated from cumming too much like Brenda did, do you?"

After that, she bent down and worked on licking his flaccid penis and balls clean.

As she worked on him, he said, "That was fantastic, Mom. As usual. I'm so blessed to have your help. But just one thing. You called yourself a 'slut.' I really don't like that."

She'd been sucking on one of his testicles, but she took it out of her mouth to say, "But Son. You were the one recently who told me there's 'good slutty' and 'bad slutty.' A bad slut will do it with just anyone, but a good slut loves her son with all her heart and is his exclusive personal sex toy." She lapped her way up his flaccid penis. "I love serving your cock! See? I even love to love it when it's in this state. Doesn't that make me a good slut?"

He chuckled, affectionately running a hand through her hair. Unreal! I'm the luckiest kid ever! "Okay. I see your point. But please, try not to use that word too much, okay? I don't like it. Old habits are hard to break, and I still see it as a negative word, because usually that's how it's meant."

After that, when their horny urges were sated and his crotch was completely "clean," she scooted up and they just hugged tenderly. She had to hug him at an angle though, because she was being careful not to wipe his cum off her chest onto him; she wanted to wear that to bed herself.

Susan asked, "By the way, did I tell you that Akami gave me the scare of my life today?"

"No. What happened?"

"Well, she called on the phone and said, 'Mrs. Plummer, I have good news. We've gotten the latest lab results back and Alan's thyroid levels are back to normal. He no longer needs to be stimulated six times a day. In fact, he doesn't have to be stimulated at all.'"

She pulled back from their hug as she went on, "I nearly had a heart attack! I felt my whole world collapsing around me, and it was as if I was falling down a dark tunnel. There was complete silence on my end of the line, so I guess Akami thought I wasn't taking it well. She quickly said, 'Ha ha! Kidding! I was just kidding! That was just a joke. Of course his levels are still low and he still needs the treatment.' It turns out she was just calling to remind us that you have an appointment with her on Friday. But she really scared the hell out of me!"

Alan was shocked too. He too had felt like he was falling into an abyss, with his whole recent world collapsing about him, until she'd clarified that it was just a joke. He worried that if the medical justification were to be taken away, his incredible sex life would disappear overnight. At this point, the threat of going back to his old life was his greatest fear.

She added, "But it actually was a good thing, because it made me stop and think. It opened my eyes and made me realize that I don't want this to end. I've been so silly, trying to fight the power of your big cock and your unstoppable sex appeal. If somehow your condition does get better, promise me that we won't stop? Ever?" She raised her bouncy rack with both hands, presenting it to him, to help influence his decision.

He thought, "Unstoppable sex appeal?" Me? Mom must really be looking through rose-colored glasses. I'm still basically the same guy who couldn't get a date a few weeks ago, right? Well, admittedly I had taken a picky "Christine or Glory or nobody" attitude, but still. I'm no Brad Pitt by any stretch.

He replied, "Mom, I should be asking you that. Of course I'd love to continue, no matter what."

She closed back in and squeezed him again. "I'm so glad to hear that."

She rubbed her cummy breasts up, down, and all around his chest as their hug went on and on. (His answer had made her so horny that she had forgotten that she'd wanted to save his cum for herself.) "I don't know what I'll do when you have to go away to college. I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day. You mean so much to me, and helping you has revitalized my sexuality and my whole life. I can't go without it anymore. I just can't! But no matter what happens, we can't have real sex. You do understand that, don't you? It's wrong. It's a sin. We have to just appreciate what we have, and not push our luck. I can't even ever let you touch me down there."

He replied, "Okay, Mom, whatever you say. I promise to obey whatever boundaries you set." He chose his words carefully, because he was hoping her boundaries would move, in time, or when she got suitably horny.

"Goody! You won't regret this! I'm going to be your best cocksucker for ever and ever!"

They continued to "hug" in silence, though it was more like Susan rubbing her nipples all over his chest while he ran his hands over her shapely back and ass cheeks. After her scare about Brenda, she wanted to mark and claim him symbolically, just as he frequently marked and claimed her.

I can't believe how psyched Mom is! She acts like she's just won the lottery, to be given the "privilege" of me "allowing" her to suck my dick. If I hadn't already busted my nut so many times tonight, I'm sure she'd get me hard again, the way she's rubbing her nude body all over me. This "no fucking" thing sucks big time, but what can I do? So close to total nirvana, and yet so far! I can even SMELL nirvana, she's so wet right now. But I really have to respect her wishes on that. I could never **** her; just thinking about doing that to her sickens me.

She finally pulled away and stood up. "That was your goodnight kiss, or kisses," she giggled. "But I still haven't tucked you in." She leaned over so her breasts were quite literally dangling over his face. Her nipples bounced off his nose and cheeks several times as she pulled up his sheets to cover him. "I promise you, you won't regret this."

He searched his brain, trying to figure out what she meant when she said "this." However, his brain was functioning poorly, at least while her breasts were dangling right over him. (In fact, she was referring to his "promise" to let her continue to "serve" his cock forever, but not let things progress further than that.)

Finally, she finished pulling up his sheets and turned down one of the corners. "There. You're all tucked in. You're not going to forget all about Mommy's hooters now that you have Brenda's to play with, are you?"

"Mom, first off, I don't have Brenda's to play with. Who knows what'll happen with her. I told you already, when I think 'perfect tits' I think of yours every time."

She smiled a big smile. "You do not!" Her heart soared, but she wanted to hear him confirm it at least once more.

"Do too!" He admitted, "Well, yours and Aunt Suzy's."

She was beside herself with happiness. "Oh, dear goodness! I just have to suck you off all over again! ... I know, I know, you're not up to it, but let an old lady dream. Don't forget your promise. Remember, even when you're married, right? If you marry a girl who doesn't allow that, I'll be very sad."

He finally understood what she was talking about, recalling that she'd said, "I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day" a few minutes earlier.

"Um, yeah, sure," he agreed. He felt his penis start to stir as he imagined driving from his wedding reception with his wife. He couldn't see her face, but she was young, blonde, and very beautiful. The reason he couldn't see her face was because she was driving the car in her white wedding dress while Alan sat in the back seat with his mother in the seat next to him. She was also wearing a white wedding dress, but her head was in his lap and her lips were bobbing on his shaft.

He found that a bit freaky and Oedipal, but then again, he was finding a lot of things freaky and Oedipal lately, so it didn't startle him that much.

She winked and said, "Good night!" Then she bent over to pick up her nightie again. It took her an extremely long time to pick it up, and she made sure to keep her legs spread wide the whole time. She said from that bent-over position, "Do you see how wet you make me? It's always like this. The instant I feel your cock between my lips, I'm creaming down there so much!"

He closed his eyes. Seeing her pussy like that was electrifying, but also extremely frustrating. "Mom, you have to go or I'm gonna get hard again, and then my dick will be so overused that it's gonna plain fall off."

She stood up and straightened out. "Oopsies! I DEFINITELY wouldn't want that to happen." She giggled, then tossed the nightie aside and sauntered to his door wearing only a smile. "I'm going to sleep in the nude tonight and play with myself, thinking only of you."

She carefully ran a hand over her cheeks, happily confirming that she still had some of his cum streaks there. There was also a lot of it remaining in her cleavage, since that was such a deep valley that the cum was still there even after the way she'd rubbed up against him.

Thanks to that final orgasm with his mother, Alan ended the day with six orgasms. While that total was below what he'd been managing in recent days, it still felt like all he could push his penis to do. He suspected that the many days of such prolonged erections were literally changing his genitals, and that perhaps he was on the edge of a danger zone. For instance, he hadn't really paid attention to the size of his balls, but he was certain that they had grown considerably. It seemed like they were twice their old size. He imagined that his semen production had increased dramatically to keep up with demand, and that his balls were bloated with cum.

He'd also realized that his diet had changed. He was eating more, and especially drinking much more, yet not gaining any weight. He suspected that most of the extra nutrition was being expelled as cum.

He turned the light out and closed his eyes. Man! What a day! Another great, great day. I can't wait until tomorrow!

He fell into a very contented sleep in a mere minute or two, thanks to his recent orgasm and his day of tiring activities.