I'm Goin' Down: Part 3

Chapter 7

Once Susan reached the kitchen, she more or less composed herself, even to the point of pulling her dress back up enough to cover her nipples. Then, after a few more deep breaths to gird herself for the process, she returned to the dining room with a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies.

Alan had scooted all the way forward, so Susan couldn't see into his lap from where she now sat. But what she didn't know was that while she was in the kitchen, Katherine had started to play footsie with her brother's dick. Alan had changed position to help facilitate his sister's movements.

As it was, Katherine had needed to slump in her chair, acting as if she were really full, in order to reach across the wide table. Her bare foot had found his exposed dick and trapped it against his thigh. As she built up a good rhythm of pressing down on it and rubbing, she couldn't help but briefly let out a wicked smile.

Susan was still too flustered by her own desires to notice.

Alan wolfed down a couple of cookies while slouched back in his own chair, giving his sister's foot even better access. Both kids looked as if they were stuffed after eating a marvelous repast, slouching back to provide extra room for their swollen stomachs.

Alan spread his legs even wider. That allowed Katherine to experiment with two feet on his hard-on at once. It wasn't easy, especially with an unsuspecting Susan sitting so close, but Katherine managed to trap his dick with one foot and rub it against that foot with her other one. After a bit, she concluded that the two-footed approach wasn't worth all the extra effort and risk, so she returned to rubbing his stiffness against his thigh with just the one foot.

She commented, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet it feels good to relax after a nice meal like that."

"Oh, it sure does, Sis. It feels incredible. You have no idea how good." Of course, they were talking about the footjob, but their mother didn't know that.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she winked. "It's good to kick back and relax. You know, stretch your feet out and take a load off." She gave his dick an extra hard rub at that moment to make sure he understood what load she wanted to get off.

His eyes went wide at her innuendo and daring rubbing, but he recovered quickly. "I don't know if I'm ready to take a load off just yet. Let's not rush it." He turned to Susan and said, "Boy, Mom, that lasagna really was good. And homemade cookies again!"

He had good reason to praise her. Ever since Ron had returned to Asia, it seemed that she was cooking Alan's favorite dishes and making special desserts every night. The house was overflowing with homemade cookies in particular. She smiled widely at his compliment. She couldn't explain why, but lately she was extremely eager to please him in all things. She was also thinking on some level that the more he ate, the more sexual energy and cum he could produce.

He added, "Now that I'm done, can I get Sis's attention properly?"

She frowned at that. "Certainly not! I said-"

"You said," he interrupted, "and I quote, 'The proper time for that is after dinner.' So we're just obeying your instructions from earlier."

Susan wrinkled her brow in consternation, trapped by her own words. She was mostly worried that the sight of more sexual fun would get her too aroused again. She wavered. "I don't know. Angel is still eating a cookie, and I-"

Before Susan could get any further, Katherine took that as a yes and yelped in glee. Then she said, "Don't worry, Mom; I'm all done." She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth, then with a mouthful of cookie she mumbled, "Come over here, Bro." Under the table, she removed her foot from his crotch so he could stand.

He walked around to the other side of the table to sit next to his sister. He stepped out of his already-opened pants as he got up, so that his stiff erection was unencumbered, allowing it to bounce lewdly as he walked.

"Tiger!" Susan complained. "Your pants!" She'd managed to calm down a bit while she was in the kitchen, but her boobs resumed heaving as she watched her son's dick bounce right past her.

He deliberately made it worse by pausing right in front of her. With his dick nearly at her eye level, he reached forward and grabbed another cookie.

Susan grasped at her chest as if struggling for air, which caused her low-cut dress to fall below her nipples again. For once, she hadn't done it on purpose; she was just reacting and clutching instinctively, and the dress did the rest.

He said, "What, Mom? Didn't you ask me to take my dick out earlier? And I'm so stuffed after that wonderful meal that I can hardly be expected to keep my pants on." He stood above his sister and looked down, admiring the great view down her top, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

Then he sat down next to her. When she lifted her skirt for him, he asked, "Aren't you stuffed, Sis?"

"Gosh, I'm really stuffed!" she proclaimed. "But I like it, feeling stuffed. Don't you think, Mom, that sometimes it feels really good to just be totally stuffed?" She tore her eyes from Alan so that they would be on her mother when her own shoulder strap fell for what seemed to be the hundredth time that evening.

Susan, wide-eyed and panting, completely missed Katherine's double meaning (at least on a conscious level). Which was of course Katherine's intent; like Heather before them, the two Plummer kids couldn't resist slinging double entendres over their mother's clueless head.

Alan began to caress Katherine's bare pussy with one hand while holding onto her left breast with the other. She'd thoughtfully pushed her chair far away from the dinner table to give him better access to her lap, but also so her mother could see everything.

"I don't know," Susan replied, "I try to watch my weight very carefully, so I feel too guilty to enjoy feeling really full." She proudly thought, I have to keep my body in perfect shape, because I'm Tiger's centerfold mommy! And that means exercise AND diet.

She felt like she had to put her foot down and restrain her children's behavior, but before she could even respond to one thing, something else would come up. In fact, at that very moment she had to complain, "Tiger, take your hands off Angel's tits! Uh, her breasts, I mean. Isn't feeling up her pussy good enough for you?"

"Oh. Sorry." He obeyed his mother's command, since he figured he was pushing his luck with just the pussy contact.

Susan's brain wasn't working well, due to her arousal. Again, she was fantasizing that it was her pussy which was shaved to look like a young girl's, and that his hands were running all over and inside her most private region instead of over her daughter's.

Susan normally would have felt jealous, but she was too horny for her feelings to really qualify as jealousy. Instead, she thought, All I'd have to do is give the word, and I'm sure he'd be delighted to rub me down there. Just like that. It would be so easy! Maybe I should have him do me, to save my precious Angel from his rapacious clutches. Mmmm! After all, Suzanne says I need to serve his insatiable lust! Mmmm! Is he pulling on her clitoris? I'll bet he is!

She leaned forward and confirmed that was what he was doing. God yes! Of course he is. He knows exactly how to please a woman and how to take her to the pinnacle of desire! I'm so worked up that I can barely breathe! Pull on my little nub, Tiger! Mmmm! Make your mommy feel good!

She rubbed her legs together under the table, but it was merely a feeble imitation of the stimulation she really wanted.

Katherine gave up trying to eat so she could talk. She spread her legs wider. "Well, Mom, every now and then you just have to ignore your guilt and let yourself go. I think it does a world of good. I think you should get stuffed and just enjoy yourself. Don't you agree, Brother?"

"Oh certainly, Sis," he replied, as he happily stroked his sister's bald snatch. "Mom, one of these days I'd really like to stuff you myself."

Katherine nearly choked on his unusually blatant innuendo. Her eyes went wide as he continued to pull and play with her clit.

He continued, "After all, you're always cooking for us. One of these days we should cook a really nice meal for you." The extra sentences helped tone his meaning down, but Susan seemed remarkably oblivious in any case.

"That would be really nice," Susan said, wide eyed and breathless. "Maybe you can surprise me for my birthday or Mother's Day."

Surprising himself with his boldness, he said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely be stuffing you on both of those days."

Susan finally got the true meaning of all this stuffing innuendo. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged out even more. But she wasn't angry; in fact she wanted to spread her legs wide and yell, "Why wait? Stuff your mommy now!"

But that was something she felt she could never say and never allow. She had become worked up to a fever pitch, but over the next minute or two she slowly calmed down, even though her son's erection was still wobbling in the air right in front of her.

Alan and Katherine were generally too busy with each other to pay much attention. If Alan did look her way, his eyes would inevitably linger on her bare, jiggling breasts.

When Katherine's gaze followed his, she tended to stare at the same sight.

Susan decided that she had to bring an end to the evening's activities before she did something rash, or agreed to any more new rules. She said, "Okay you two, that's enough. Why don't we get up and clean up these dishes?" She looked over at her daughter, hoping to see a positive response.

Katherine was bold enough to lift her left leg and hang it off the armrest of her dinner chair. It gave Susan a clear view of her crotch while allowing Alan even greater access to that entire erogenous zone. It was clear that her slick pussy juice was oozing from her slit and rolling down over her asshole.

Susan stood up. Even though she was trying to cool things down, her wardrobe was not cooperating. Both of her nipples were already on display, and now her top dropped completely from her hefty rack, falling across her firm tummy.

Katherine said, "Big Rolling Pin Brother, Mom is saying something about how you need to get off. But first you have to help me get off, too."

Because Alan was already all over Katherine like an octopus, Susan assumed that Katherine meant she wanted Alan to literally get off her. But she didn't understand the rest of what Katherine was talking about, or why she mentioned a rolling pin. She had a strong feeling that there was something extra going on, something sexual in the words her children were saying. But the idea that they might be tricking her and toying with her somehow turned her on even more.

Taking their words at face value, Susan said, "Actually, I said 'get up.' As in to do the dishes. I think you've gotten your sister's attention by now, Tiger. Come on."

Alan turned to look at Susan and reply, but he found it more than a bit difficult to converse with her. Not only were both of her big tits hanging out enticingly, but her chest was heaving even more than before, as if she were on the verge of hyperventilating. Her nipples were flying around in circular patterns that were almost hypnotizing.

Furthermore, now that she was standing, she rubbed her thighs back and forth against each other as if attempting to imitate the rubbing movements of a grasshopper. The juices from her arousal were flowing freely under her dress, and she delighted in the slippery sliding between her wet thighs. The obvious activity under her dress was a most distracting sight to watch.

She knew that she had to get away quickly before she lost all control. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see her son's big dick now that he had turned her way.

But as soon as her eyes closed she began daydreaming. She imagined that both of her children stopped what they were doing and jumped her instead. Her fantasies weren't just about Alan for once; at that moment she wanted both of her children carnally. She imagined the two of them tying her up as she screamed for mercy. Katherine then sat on her face and **** her to lick her daughter's hairless crotch while Alan sank his stiff boner into her vagina and fucked her mercilessly.

She thought, It's a mother's duty to provide for her children. In my case, that means I should provide them with my hot body so they can fill my orifices with their fluids, until cum is dribbling out of my mouth and cunt! MMMM, yeah! That's just what responsible, good mommies do!

The daydream was so vivid that she could almost feel Katherine's slick, shaved pussy rubbing against her nose and Alan's dick rhythmically banging against her cervix.

She was so lost in her startlingly lifelike fantasy that when she opened her eyes again she could scarcely believe her kids were still sitting at the table and not crawling all over her. She stepped forward and grabbed the table to brace herself as she felt a mini-orgasm quake between her legs. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had over the course of the day.

Since Katherine had asked Alan to get her off, he wanted to do that before he got up to help with the dishes. Susan seemed so lost in her own world, he figured he could continue what he was doing, for a while at least. He continued to stroke his sister's pussy, and while he didn't let his finger dip into her slit, he focused intently on her labia and clit. She was as wet as her mother and she was barely able to restrain herself from attacking his erection as it kept slapping her legs.

Suddenly, Susan shouted out, "No! Don't do it to your mommy!"

Her two children stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction. Her eyes were closed; she was still engrossed in her fantasy of being overpowered by her own children, so at first she didn't realize that she'd said something out loud.

"Do what?" he asked quizzically.

Susan pieced together that she'd yelled something, and guessed from her daydream what it was. Covering for her accidental outburst, she stammered, "Um, uh, don't disappoint your mommy, I mean your mother, by doing that to your sister too long."

Gathering steam as she realized that her words actually made some sense, she added more forcefully, "I want you two to stop right now and clean up. Angel, the kitchen is a complete mess. I want you to clean it top to bottom. Tiger, you're in charge of the dishes." She didn't actually care about the kitchen at that moment, but she needed things to cool down before she literally burst with lusty desire.

"The dishes?" he mildly griped. His mother hadn't been giving him chores very often for the past week, ever since she'd openly fallen in love with sucking his cock, and he was getting a bit spoiled about that. "What about my dick? It really, really needs help! And Sis is right here..."

"Put your pants back on and behave yourself. Really!" As Susan said this, her dress slipped further down. Only her wide hips prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. "Katherine is grounded and shouldn't be enjoying herself with such things so much. I'm going to take a shower right now, and I fully expect you two to behave in the meantime. I'm at the end of my rope, especially with the way you both violated my trust by the pool this afternoon. If I come back and you aren't doing your chores responsibly, I think I'm going to break down and cry. You make me feel like a bad mother ... When I come back, we'll see about your special penis needs."

She hurried out of the room and headed upstairs. She'd decided that she needed a quick, cold shower to cool her ardor, as well as to clean up her copious drippings. She was inches from just ripping her dress off and yelling, "Do me! Now!" She didn't even care who "did her" - Katherine, or Alan, or even both of them.

That seemed utterly crazy to her. She'd never had lusty feelings for her daughter before, so she figured she must be on the verge of losing her mind to be thinking like that.

After she'd gone, Alan said to his sister, "You know, playing with Mom's cluelessness is fun, but we're probably taking it too far. I don't want to disrespect her."

Katherine thought about that and nodded. "You're right. Geez! I don't want her to cry or feel bad. She was kind of frazzled there. I guess we'd better behave for a while. But it's just so much fun, what with her really sincerely trying to act dignified while her dress falls all the way to her hips every two minutes."

He nodded and grinned. He started to get up.

But she grabbed his arm and said, "Wait. Let's behave, but not before you make me cum."

He sat back down. His grin grew wider.

Chapter 8

The cold shower made Susan feel much better. The sheer coldness of the water prevented her from masturbating. When she got out, she felt nearly normal.

But just as she was toweling off and thinking about what she should wear, the phone rang. She went to pick it up and heard Brenda say hello.

She sat down on her bed, mostly dry but with a towel wrapped around her waist and another wrapped over her hair. She engaged in the usual greeting pleasantries. Then she said, "Sorry, Brenda, I don't mean to be rude, but whatever you're calling about, could you cut to the chase? I'm in my bedroom, I've just stepped out of the shower, and I've got kind of a situation to deal with downstairs."

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked.

"Well, we finished dinner and my kids are cleaning up and doing the dishes. So that's good. But you know how Alan is, with his special problem. I have a feeling that problem is going to come up soon, if you know what I mean, and I may need to deal with it."

Brenda was tickled pink to hear that. She said in a playful, knowing tone, "Oh, so you're saying his problem may RISE soon?"

Susan chuckled. "Indeed."

Brenda gleefully ran with the wordplay. "Sounds like it could be a HARD problem, not to mention a very BIG one. You'll have to get down and dirty, and really hands-on to deal with it, until the problem is thoroughly licked!"

Susan laughed at that. "Yep! You got it!" However, she didn't try to banter back, because she wasn't very good at it. She went off on a tangent instead. "The only snag is, as soon as his 'problem' is licked, it tends to come up again before long. Brenda, you won't believe what happened today. It seems I spent the whole day dealing with his ever-rising dick in one way or another. I wish I had time to talk and tell you all about it, because it was WILD! There was spanking, and of course lots of sucking, and outdoor nudity, and ass licking, and delicious humiliation, and so much more!"

Brenda was thrilled, especially by one thing she'd heard. "Wait! You said there was spanking?"

"Yes. Suzanne spanked Katherine, and Alan very nearly spanked me. But unfortunately I don't have time for this. I'm keen to get back downstairs."

Brenda thought, Wow! Suzanne is a spanker too! That means I could get spanked by Alan AND Suzanne! Maybe even together, where they take turns on my naughty ass! But I can't let my thoughts run wild. Susan is in a hurry.

She said, "Okay, I'll try to keep it short. And I'm sorry for calling you in the first place. I must seem like a pest. But it's just that..."

There was a long pause as Brenda tried to figure out how to phrase what she wanted to say. She'd been determined before the phone call began, but now that she was actually talking to Susan, she was getting cold feet.

During that pause, a thought occurred to Susan that she couldn't resist sharing. "Sorry for interrupting, but there's one more detail I simply MUST tell you. I'm not 100 percent sure, but I do believe that Alan has climaxed EIGHT times today already! EIGHT! And I don't think he's even done yet!"

Brenda gasped loudly, unsurprisingly. "NO!"

"Yes!"

"NO! It can't be! That's impossible!"

Susan boasted, "For other men, yes, but not for my special son! I'll admit that's unusual even for him, but it shows what he's capable of."

Brenda sighed with longing. "I wonder what that's like. I can't even imagine ... Which do you think is better: having a loving, romantic relationship with a man who can only cum twice or three times a day, or living in the middle of a sex tornado like you do with your son?"

"That's easy, because I don't have to choose. BOTH! My unstoppable sex stud is the man I can love all up too! It really is the best of both worlds. But anyway, I just remembered that I don't have much time. What did you want to ask me?"

"Oh, yes. I've been doing a lot of thinking in the past day or two. And I do mean a LOT of thinking! What do I really want to DO with my life?! I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads and I don't know which way to go. Or maybe a more fitting metaphor is that I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, and all I can see is darkness below, which is the great unknown of trying to become one of Alan's helpers, one of his..." - she took a few breaths before suddenly gasping out - "one of his sluts! Should I jump? Or is it even crazy to think about jumping? I could really use your advice."

Susan heard the growing anxiety in Brenda's voice. Although she remained jealous of Brenda's body and especially her larger breasts, her altruistic nature came to the fore, allowing her to put her petty issues aside for the moment. "Sure. I don't have to leave right away. I can spare a few minutes. What do you want to ask me?"

"Oh, geez. So many things! I guess mainly I'm wondering how it is to be you. If I were to aspire to become one of Alan's big-titted sluts, my life would be at least somewhat like yours, right?"

Susan considered the question seriously. "I imagine so."

"I understand I wouldn't get to see him nearly as much as you would, but the basic rhythms of life would be much the same, I figure. So I'm just trying to get a sense of what it's really like. Not just during the times you're with him and serving him, slurping and **** on his cock. You don't have to tell me how great THAT is!"

Susan chuckled happily. "I could go on for hours!" Her towel "accidentally" fell off her chest, now that she was starting to get aroused.

Brenda replied earnestly, "I know. And I wish you would! But some other time, when his big fat erection isn't waiting for your tender loving care downstairs. No, what I'm wondering is, what's it like to be you during the other times. I know all about how you talk about him, stay in great shape for him, practice your technique, and so on. I don't mean that either. I want to hear about the down times, the lonely times, the doubtful times. Because that's most of the time, and I'm probably going to have a lot more of that kind of time than you will. In short, does the good outweigh the bad?"

"No question! There's no question in my mind! I've never been so happy in my entire life!" Susan was speaking from the heart. She knew Suzanne wanted her to hype Alan at every turn, but she also figured that it was only fair to give Brenda sincere advice on serious questions like this. Besides, it was pretty clear that Brenda had already crossed a point of no return, and was mostly wanting reassurance that she had made the right decision, so Susan didn't have to make a "hard sell" anyway.

Brenda said, "I figured you'd say as much. But still, it can't all be non-stop spermy joy. Let's put it this way: could you list all the problems you have with your new lifestyle?"

"Certainly. And I won't hold back either, since you need to go into this with your eyes wide open. So let's see ... Well, the obvious number one problem is that I'm Alan's mother, which means he can't go all the way with me. That bothers me every day, practically every hour. I want to belong to him, totally, and serve him with all of my body, but how can I, due to that one crucial restriction?! I'm afraid to even let him touch my pussy, because that danger is always looming if we lose control."

Brenda said, "Okay, but I knew that already. Besides that, what are your other problems?"

"Hmmm. Well, there's my frustration at his physical limitations. Cumming around six times a day is a large amount for any man, but think how much better it would be for all of us if he could cum a dozen times, or even TWO dozen! Can you just imagine? I'd be soaked in his spermy love nearly all the time! You would too. We all would! Or, better, imagine if he never went flaccid after cumming! Can you just imagine? My mouth waters from even thinking about it!"

Brenda laughed. "Susan, you're too much! Even discussion of your problems is getting me hot and bothered! What else?"

Susan was essentially naked now that the towel had fallen off her torso, and she was starting to get horny, but she decided she'd better not touch herself. Brenda needed well-considered answers. "Huh. Let me think. Sure, there is a lot of lonely time, and down time. Alan is at school most of the day, from eight until three. Then he's often somewhere else at other times. It helps to talk to Suzanne, and now you, and to exercise, and masturbate, and so on. But sometimes I do get lonely or glum."

She sighed sadly. "I must admit that a big part of the problem is that I don't have much to keep me busy these days. I used to have my hands full raising my kids and running the house, given that Ron was effectively out of the picture. But now Alan and Katherine are getting older and more independent, and they don't need my mothering that much. So it's easy for me to get obsessed over my new personal-cocksucker role. I'm probably too obsessed about it already. Maybe that's because everything is still very new and exciting, and things will calm down before long. I don't know." She stared off into space thoughtfully.

The she continued, "I recommend that if you do get involved, make sure to keep busy with other things. Such as raising Adrian. He's a couple of years younger, and you're essentially a single parent too, so he still very much needs you."

Brenda replied, "Yes, but then again, no. Of course he does to some extent, but just like you, I have way too much free time on my hands. Boredom is the curse of the idle rich, I guess. He's out of the house as much as Alan, and I've got Anika who does practically everything. Sometimes I feel like a useless third wheel in my own house. It's a problem that I need to address now that my divorce will soon be finalized. I need to make some big changes and big decisions, such as moving out of this ridiculously large mansion."

Then she said, "But please, let's not talk about me. I want to know more about you. What other problems bother you?"

Susan pondered that. "Let's see ... There's having to share Alan with other women, of course. I actually like sharing him with Suzanne and Katherine, even though it can get embarrassing at times, to say the least. You should have seen what happened today, for instance. He made me do all kinds of naughty things in front of both of them! And out in the sun by the pool, no less. It was soooo humiliating!"

Brenda said confidently, "But you loved it, didn't you?"

Susan giggled. "Of course! But please don't get me started on describing it, or I'll never make it downstairs. The frustrating part is sharing him with all those other women, like the big-titted cheerleaders at school. I hate to say this, but this sharing problem could be a source of friction between you and me, if you get serious about serving his cock. There are only so many hours in the day, and he can only cum so many times. When Ron left, I had high hopes that Alan would be painting my face and chest with his cum three or four times a day, but that hasn't happened. And who knows how many MORE women who will end up serving him? We're in uncharted waters. That's why we've been **** to have you get involved, even though it certainly seems you'd be a good fit."

Brenda didn't want to make her case for joining in, since she'd done that before and she didn't want to keep Susan on the phone too long. So instead she asked, "By the way, that reminds me of something I've been meaning to ask you: what exactly is the situation with Amy? I keep hearing bits and pieces about her, but I haven't actually met her yet. And whenever her name comes up, Suzanne changes the subject. It's very strange. I've gathered she's busty and beautiful too, as well as a lovely, friendly person. She gets on great with Katherine and Alan, it would seem. So is she one of his sluts too?"

Susan responded, "Ah. Yes, that is a very tricky issue. You see, Amy is maturing into a very beautiful woman, but Suzanne still sees her as her little girl. And Amy is, well, I wouldn't say dumb, but ... spacey. She can be kind of an oblivious airhead at times. So Suzanne is extremely protective of her. Normally, she'd be glad to talk your ear off about her daughter, but probably when Amy's name came up we were horny and talking about sexual things, so that's why Suzanne changed the subject."

"Ah, I see," Brenda replied. "That explains it. But still, is she helping Alan or not?"

"That's tricky too. The short answer is yes. On Sunday, I caught Alan titfucking Amy while Katherine licked his cockhead from above, so clearly, Amy is well on her way to becoming one of his personal cocksuckers. I'm sure she'll make a very good one. She's got an eager attitude, a fabulous, fit body, and a powerful love for him - all key ingredients for being one of his ideal big-titted sluts. Personally, I wouldn't mind that, because she's such a lovable sweetheart. She and Alan would be great for each other."

She continued, "But the longer answer is: it's complicated. Since Suzanne is in such denial about Amy's sexuality, I think Alan has been taking things slowly with her. It's all rather hush-hush, again out of concern for Suzanne. That's why I'm not even sure what the latest developments there are."

"Hmmm," Brenda muttered, as she thought that over. "Thanks for sharing that. I'm glad for her, and I'm keen to meet her, but what you said is troublesome for me. If Alan is going to have Amy helping too, that's four helpers, all within shouting distance. That doesn't leave much room for me, does it?"

"No. And that's been the problem with you joining all along. Helping Alan cum is so much fun that all the women who know about it want to be a part of it. He's a remarkably virile, well-hung young man, and that naturally draws sexy women like us to him. If more and more busty beauties throw themselves at him, will he turn them down? I honestly doubt it, unless he reaches some point of total exhaustion. As I keep telling you, these are very early days. Where will it all lead? How many serious helpers will he end up having? It's very hard to say at this point."

Brenda let out a sad moan. "That's not very reassuring. It sounds like the whole thing could fall apart!"

"No, it's not. But I'm being honest with you because you deserve to hear the truth. If it helps at all, I worry about some other things, which I've been mentioning to you, but I don't worry about the whole thing falling apart."

"You don't?"

"No! No way! I know Alan and everyone involved very well. We make things work out. We always have and we always will. Sure, there will be some bumps in the road, but we all love what's happening way, way, WAY too much to ever let it come to ruin."

Brenda said glumly, "That sounds very good for you. But what if it turns out I'm just one of those bumps in the road? He could decide there's simply no room for me."

"THAT, I can assure you, isn't going to happen. If he decides to accept you as one of his sluts - and that's still a big 'if, ' mind you - but if he does, that means a commitment from him to you as well. One big reason why we all love helping him so much is because he's so kind and loving. You seem like a very nice person too, so I'm sure he'll develop feelings for you before too long. On top of that, your timing is lucky: he's just getting started on his sexual road of discovery, so he's not totally overwhelmed with help yet. Besides, let's address this directly, with no beating around the bush: Brenda, you're a remarkable woman with a remarkable body, and a great, submissive attitude! I get jealous because I worry you'll be TOO perfect a big-titted slut for him! I selfishly want to be his favorite, the one he comes to first whenever he needs to have his balls drained dry."

Brenda groaned in frustration. "You can't possibly get jealous of me, because I'm way more jealous of you! You're living the dream! I'm on the outside, with my nose up against the window, wishing I could be right where you are! So what if my breasts are a little larger? That means nothing compared to the loving, lusty look in his eyes whenever he looks at you."

"You think?" Susan brightened up.

"I know it. I can easily see that he loves you way more than most sons ever love their mothers, even without the sexual aspect added to it. Whatever he does in life, it's going to be because he wants to meet your expectations and please you. I could never, ever compete with that, nor with the fiery sexual spark between you two."

Susan responded, "That might be so, but then you can't be jealous of me either. You asked me earlier which is better, love or sex, and I said I didn't have to choose because I had both. Well, that could very well happen to you too. I told you he's a big-hearted man who will probably develop feelings for you before too long. You'll develop feelings for him too. I've discovered that really great sex is a powerful bonding experience that works both ways: each time we cum together, I desire him a little bit more, and he desires me a little more too. So, yes, you'll never be his mother, but you could end up having a 'best of both worlds" thing with him too."

Brenda thought, That sounds so incredible! Suzanne wants me to use Alan to explore my submissive side, then move on to some other man. But why would I want to move on, ever?! I don't even need to have sex with him once to know it'll be great. Hell, the physical mechanics of it could be terrible, objectively speaking, and I'd love it to **** just the same because it's Alan totally dominating me!

Feeling turned-on and excited about the future possibilities, Brenda said, "What you have with your son is inspirational. In fact, why are you still talking to me? You should go downstairs right now and celebrate everything that's wonderful about your relationship with your son by giving him a really long, fantastic cocksucking!"

Susan brightened even more. "Really? Should I?"

"Sure! Of course you should! Life can be tough. It can hit you hard. You never know what tomorrow will bring, even if you're on top of the world, like you and I are right now. Enjoy today to the fullest!"

Susan stood up with renewed purpose. "That sounds like a great idea!" But then she frowned. "The only problem is, well ... I'm kind of supposed to be punishing him. I already told him that I'd only help him with handjobs for a while." She lamely added. "It's a long story."

Brenda groaned in frustration. "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. I don't have that right. But I know what I'd do if I was in your shoes! I'd put on my high heels and some see-through lingerie, go downstairs, and **** and gag on his cock so long and so deep that I'd damn near break my jaw! And I wouldn't stop until my face was thoroughly painted white with his hot cum-cream!"

"Mmmm!" Susan obviously liked the sound of that. However, she protested, "I wish! But I can't. I have to stick to my punishment."

"Punish him some other way then. Because what you're really doing is punishing yourself."

"Maybe. But anyway, Katherine is downstairs too, and I can't have sexy fun with her watching. But that reminds me that I really should get going. Have I answered all your questions?"

"I suppose so. Most of them, at any rate. And I must say that I can only wish I had your problems. Your lifestyle sounds pretty great to me. It's funny: I asked you to tell me your problems as a sort of 'playing devil's advocate' approach to give me some second thoughts. But I find myself wanting to join more than before!"

Susan replied, "And talking to you makes me better appreciate how good my life is. I suppose most of my problems are of the 'couldn't things be even better still' variety. I know most people would scoff if they knew how I've started living my life, but they just don't know what it's really like! It's soooo good! If I could make changes, I don't think I'd change a thing!"

Brenda teased, "Except make Alan able to cum even more often."

Susan laughed. "Oh yeah! Except for that! Anyway, I've gotta go. It was nice talking to you. Let's talk again soon."

"I'd like that a lot. And thanks so much for taking the time to put my mind at ease."

The call wound down with some more pleasantries. But just before she said goodbye, Brenda said, "Promise me you'll at least consider giving Alan a nice long suck tonight. Do it for me! I haven't even done it once! You get to do it whenever you like."

Susan promised that she'd think about it. Then, once she was off the phone, she could think of little else.

Chapter 9

In hopeful anticipation of more cocksucking to come, Susan decided to just wear the dark blue bathrobe hanging in the bathroom. She also put on a pair of black high heels. The mere act of strapping them on her feet made her tingle with arousal.

Then she went to her bathroom to brush her hair and check herself in the mirror. Normally, she didn't wear make-up, except for special occasions; her face has such natural, youthful beauty that she didn't need it. But this time she lightly applied red lipstick to her lips. She grinned as she did it, thinking, Brenda's right: I'm going to get my lips tightly sealed around his great big slab of cock-meat tonight one way or another. How can I resist?! Maybe I need to come up with some other kind of punishment, like she said. I AM one of his personal cocksuckers, after all. I'm wearing this lipstick to see just how far I can go. Maybe I'll set a new personal record exactly half-way down his shaft! The red ring will be the proof!

She walked into the kitchen dressed in just the robe. She was delighted to see her children hard at work cleaning up. Alan even had his pants back on and zipped up, and Katherine was as fully dressed as her clothes would permit.

Susan's timing was great, because they were just finishing up. She did a quick inspection and gave the job her seal of approval.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Susan asked. "Now, Tiger, let's see to this problem in your pants. Do you still need help?"

His face lit up. "Mom, do I ever! You left me hanging there." He had helped Katherine get off after Susan left, but he had yet to cum himself. His penis had gone flaccid while doing the dishes, but his erection was suddenly back, thanks to the promise of her slightly opened robe and her encouraging words. "Do you want to see something hard? I'll show you something hard." With one fell swoop, he pulled his pants to his knees. His stiff boner sprang out and bounced around wildly.

Susan's heart raced and her nipples and pussy tingled with delight. But she didn't want him getting too full of himself, so she merely responded with a curious, "Hmmm." Taking a closer look at his entire crotch region, she noticed how surprisingly red his thighs were. Then she remembered that when the four of them had been lying by the pool earlier in the day, his legs were the last body part to get the suntan lotion.

"Oh no, Tiger, look at your legs!" she cried in genuine dismay, her motherly instincts kicking in. "You've got a serious burn there." (It wasn't a serious burn, but there was some red.) "Here, Angel, you finish up here in the kitchen and I'll go get some aloe vera to put on your brother before he burns. Oh, and the floor still could use a good mopping." She went out to the back patio to break off some thick fresh leaves of aloe vera from plants in the backyard.

"Oh great. Whoop-de-do," said Katherine more or less to herself, rolling her eyes. "I get to mop while Mom gets to tend to brother's cock. I can't wait for my punishment to be over."

Susan overheard Katherine from outside, and chided her daughter's language as she walked back inside. "Angel, please be polite and refer to it as your brother's penis or member, not a cock."

Susan temporarily forgot or ignored the many, many times she'd called it a "cock" in the heat of passion. But even as she tried to maintain a typical suburban soccer mom attitude on the outside, on the inside the sight of Alan's rigid penis standing at attention was beginning to get to her. All she could think was "cock, cock, cock!"

She was hardly back from the patio for ten seconds when she felt that her bathrobe was just too suffocating, so she loosened the sash and parted the front until her nipples were exposed, which made her feel much better. Aaaah! That's more like it. Serving Tiger's cock isn't just a matter of using one's hands or mouth; it's an entire attitude. And that starts with visual stimulation - showing off my body. That says, "Yes, Son, I'm here to serve you! Your big-titted centerfold mommy needs to pleasure your big fat cock!"

Alan retired into the living room and sat down on a plush reclining chair.

Susan stayed in the kitchen to cut up the aloe vera. She took her time, psyching herself up to soothe Alan's stiffy without getting overly excited about it. Memories of her fantasy of being "****" by her children were still fresh in her mind, making her horribly ashamed of her thoughts. I can't allow myself to ever think such nasty things again. I think my problem is that I've been depriving myself of enough contact with his big erection. If I could just hold it in my hands, or slide it between my lips, I wouldn't have the urge to think such wild things!

A minute or two later, Susan brought the freshly-cut slices of aloe vera to her son. Her bathrobe was being held open by her extended nipples.

She looked at his crotch with some trepidation, remembering that her "grounding" of him didn't permit her to give him a blowjob until Tuesday. She hoped that she could restrain herself to a mere handjob, at least as long as Katherine was nearby, but she had serious doubts about her willpower.

As soon as she bent over, the robe draped open around her boobs, still exposing her belly button and more, but now her movement also caused it to open below the sash, parting around her legs. It was almost as if she wore nothing below the sash any longer. He could easily see her slit, and even some beads of arousal as they formed and dripped down her legs.

A wave of excitement and relief surged over her with the awareness that her entire chest and crotch were exposed to her son's eyes. A big smile came to her face - she felt as if she'd just been unshackled from prison chains. It's not my fault! None of this is my fault. I can't help it if Tiger's cock is so thick and yummy all the time. It practically compels me to suck it off, right now!

Alan's legs weren't really that red and the skin probably wouldn't peel due to his natural darker hue, but the sunburn did hurt somewhat. Susan applied the aloe as she talked to him about the importance of covering up and protecting his skin. She worked all around his dick, acting as if it wasn't there - for the moment. But it was constantly on her mind, especially its "urgent" erect condition.

As she finished with his thighs - the backs of his thighs and his lower legs weren't nearly as bad because of how he'd been sitting - he silently took her hand in his and pulled it to his erection.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked nervously, as if she hadn't seen and touched his dick many times before, as if it wasn't already exposed, and as if she wasn't aware that nearly the entire front side of her body was exposed as well. It seemed that all her efforts to calm down and remain that way had been in vain, because her bare tits were heaving and she was flushed once again.

"I'm even more red right here." He knew her willpower was on the verge of collapse and he couldn't wait any longer for her to get started. He held on to his boner with his other hand, and slipped her hand up and down as if to show just where he was red and how she could help with it.

"Oh ... my!" was all she could say. But Tiger is right. His penis needs special attention. LOTS of special attention! Finally she picked up another aloe leaf. "Let's get it all covered then, if that's a problem area." She began to rub the cut aloe leaf all over his boner.

"Oh, it is. It's a big problem area. In fact, you should probably focus all of your attention right there."

She blushed, because that's what she'd really been planning on doing all along.

The jelly-like material inside the leaf slowly squeezed out. It felt deliciously cool against his warm, engorged skin.

She deliberately leaned in close, so that his erect dick remained inches from her mouth. Several times the tip lightly rubbed past her cheek or chin, nearly driving both of them crazy with desire.

She thoroughly covered his stiffness with the slippery aloe juice. Very thoroughly. At some point, probably without her even realizing when the change had occurred, she shifted from rubbing in the aloe to giving him a fantastic handjob. The aloe functioned as lubricant, and they both loved the slippery effect it provided.

Look at me! He's got me servicing his big cock again. I might as well shuck my robe all the way off, because I always end up completely naked around him. He even got me to wear my high heels somehow! I just wish Angel wasn't in the other room. Then I could just ... mmmm ... bend down and ... MMMM! ... open my mouth wide and ... SUCK!

She began to throw herself enthusiastically into the job. She bounced up and down from her crouched position as she imagined that his hot rod was between her legs rather than in her hands. That in turn caused her boobs to bounce in every direction, even crashing into each other. The sash on her blue robe loosened more and more until she finally just slipped it off her arms, letting the robe fall in a heap around her on the floor.

"You tricked me, didn't you?" she complained hotly. But while she might have looked miffed, she was actually secretly delighted. "I'm down to wearing nothing but high heels, as usual. Worse, you found some thin excuse to get my hands on your cock, knowing that once I touched it, I wouldn't let go."

She didn't even realize she was saying "cock", the same word she'd been criticizing Katherine for using a short time earlier. Her use of that word was a telltale sign of how aroused she was getting.

She went on, "I'll bet you think you're so clever, tricking your mommy like that. Just because you have such a big fat cock, you expect every big-titted woman you meet to suck it at the drop of a hat. Sorry, mister! You need to rethink that! I'll have you know that not EVERY beautiful, busty woman is one of your personal cocksuckers - just the few of us who know you best!" She giggled with glee.

Both her hands were flying up and down his shaft by that point. She was so excited that it was obvious she wasn't really mad at him.

He grinned and said, "Speaking of sucking, I think some of that aloe vera is stuck. It won't come off unless you lick it."

"Ha! Fat chance! You think I'm going to suck you off? That's not going to happen. I'm not going to fall for that one!"

"You're not?" He couldn't figure out if she was joking or what.

She actually was serious, because she'd thought of something else that would prevent her from technically violating her punishment for him. "No! Foolish boy! However, your punishment says nothing about me titfucking you. Put your cock in my tits this instant, and that's an order!"

He obeyed immediately. With all the aloe vera on his pole, there was no need to add lube to her cleavage, so he started sliding back and forth right away. It felt great.

Too great. He only lasted through about a minute of vigorous titfucking, if even that. He couldn't hold back, despite his vaunted PC muscle control.

She was just about to take her hand and impale a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy when he began to shoot. She froze for precious seconds when the first ropes of his cum hit her chest. Then, thinking nothing more than Yummy!, she stuffed his entire cockhead into her mouth and started to suck.

She found herself milking his hot pole with her lips for all she was worth. She didn't just want the cum that he was going to expel anyway; she wanted all that he had. She worked his boner with every trick she knew, licking and sucking for long moments after his ropes of cum stopped shooting.

Finally she realized that it was over. She blushed as she looked up at him briefly and said, "Oh, poo! I just swore up and down to myself that I wasn't going to do that tonight." Her voice briefly dropped down to a whisper. "With your sister within listening distance! And your punishment, too. I can't keep your cock out of my mouth for three days! There's no way. Heck, I wasn't even able to do it for a few hours. Your mother is just too naughty for words."

She giggled, delighted at her own naughtiness. She poked him in the chest playfully. "And you, sir, are a hopeless case. Always tricking your mommy to get naked and on her knees with her lips around your cock."