Soak Up the Sun: Part 2

Chapter 4

Susan was shaken out of her reverie. She saw how Alan was still not covered in lotion and in fact was getting slowly burnt. She called him: "Come here, Tiger." She sat up in her lounge chair and arched her arms back, which caused her tiny bikini to ride up, momentarily exposing her nipples.

Alan's eyes ogled.

She pulled her top back down. "Oopsies!" she giggled. (That was in part the **** taking effect.)

"Thanks, Aunt Suzy," was all Alan said to Suzanne as he got off her, as if she'd just done some inconsequential thing like handing him a glass of fruit juice.

Susan smiled broadly as it registered fully that Alan was headed her way; she thought about what he'd soon do to her. Her face was wholesome, like a normal, happy, suburban soccer mom. But her innocent look contrasted with the sex-hungry slut she felt herself to be at that moment.

He straddled his mother's stomach just above her crotch, but he put his back to her face so that she could apply the lotion to his backside.

She tried to act restrained, moving slowly so she could calm down a bit. "Now, Tiger, we've done some things lately that perhaps weren't so wise. I'm thinking of a certain chocolate frosting shower recently, for instance."

She lowered her voice so only he could hear. "You know how much I enjoy a nice titfuck or cocksuck, but not here! If you have any urges to do naughty things with your mommy, that's good and very healthy, but let me know so I can take you inside and help you out there, where we aren't a spectacle for our neighbors, not to mention Angel and Suzanne."

He nodded.

From her reclined position, she covered him with suntan lotion thoroughly but quickly. She rushed through that because she wanted to get to the phase where he would be putting lotion on her instead.

When she was done, he turned around to face her, again straddling her.

She ran her hands lovingly all over his face, arms, and chest. The prescription sunglasses she wore weren't really dark enough to hide her eyes, but they emboldened her, giving her a sense of concealment. She moved her hands down to the edge of his swimsuit, which hung so low that his tuft of pubic hair stuck out the top. She looked at his boner where it bulged out through his suit. She could see virtually every detail, every vein, as if he had no suit on at all. But she stopped there.

To get at his legs would mean having to get up from her reclined position, and she felt really lazy at that moment. Is there something in that punch? she wondered. I feel so relaxed. I have this overwhelming desire to spread my legs and let Tiger get really comfy with my body. Mmmm! But that would be wrong, wouldn't it?

She took the easy path. "Tiger, why don't you do me for a while, and then I'll get your legs later."

He simply remained where he sat, on top of her stomach, and began to cover her chest, face, and arms with the lotion. Her big boobs came last, before he had to shift farther down her body. Unlike Suzanne, Susan still wore a tiny bikini top. Just two little triangles of fabric were all that protected her nakedness up above. So he avoided those two spots, which meant he couldn't really play with her nipples, even as they stuck out temptingly like hard erasers. But he certainly tried to make up for that by extensively fondling and kneading the rest of her big melons.

Susan's pussy was on fire. Her nipples screamed for attention. Her mouth longed to be filled with a cock, or a tongue at the very least. The only reason she still kept her bikini top on was because she was worried that if he touched her nipples, she'd soon be begging him to suck and milk them, and that wouldn't look good in front of Suzanne, who obviously was watching everything from behind her own dark sunglasses, not to mention in front of Katherine.

The real reason Susan generally let him fondle her butt more than her tits was because her nipples were extremely sensitive, and when he touched them it drove her absolutely wild. She was afraid of losing all control in front of her best friend and her own daughter. In fact, it was a close call even when he wasn't touching her there. She reveled in a fantasy of him sucking her nipples like a full-grown baby, and that thought alone almost pushed her over the edge.

He could sense her very poorly hidden excitement. He finally decided that she was too horny to oppose him, so he pushed her bikini top up until it was resting uselessly around her collarbone area.

"Tiger, no!" she whined helplessly.

He didn't even dignify that with a response, but gave her a stern look, showing who was in charge.

She meekly bowed her head, breaking eye contact.

He generally avoided her nipples, thanks to the unusually unhappy mewling sounds she made whenever he pulled on them, but he gave the rest of her boobs even more attention than before.

As the minutes passed, any pretense of applying suntan lotion slipped away. His fingers plunged down into the tight crevice of her cleavage again and again. He put lotion on both hands and pushed her boobs together from the outside. Then he pulled them away from each other and then, scant seconds later, pushed them inward. He pushed and pulled and mauled them every which way.

Every now and then, she would whimper and say something like, "Please, Tiger, please!" But it wasn't clear whether she wanted him to stop or do more.

He thought, I can't believe my mom has such perfect boobs. I must have been blind all these years to not think of her more sexually. It's like someone took an ordinary pair of tits and pumped them up with a bicycle pump. Yet they're completely real. And they feel so soft and pillowy! So nice!

He must have spent at least ten minutes on just her tits before she finally, quietly said, "I think that's enough, Tiger." She had him stop because her pussy was very wet and she didn't want him to notice as it got even more obviously soaked (and fragrant). Again, she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and feared that embarrassing fact couldn't be denied if she wound up thrashing around and screaming with him right on top of her. Somehow, she restrained herself, though just barely.

Alan got up and turned around so that he could begin to work on her legs. But he'd long given up on trying to keep his dick inside his far-too-tiny bathing suit.

As he stood over her momentarily, Susan looked up and gasped as she saw his erection poking far out of his tiny suit. About half of it was out of the suit and lay against his stomach. Pre-cum dripped from its tip like water from a recently-turned-off faucet, the liquid thick and translucent as it pooled near his belly button.

Holy mother of God! Susan thought. That looks so yummy! And his pre-cum - glistening in the sunlight like honey! Mmmm! Maybe they're right and it HAS grown even bigger lately. There's only one way to find out for sure, and that's to test its size with my mouth!

I would give a kingdom just to suck it all day long. No longer am I just a homemaker. I've started a new career: cocksucker extraordinaire for my darling son! That's what I do: I live to suck his cock! Mmmm! Yes I do! Oh dear, it's so tasty looking ... If I could just slather it with my tongue ... I know all his favorite spots, his favorite moves ... I want to hear him moan with joy!

But I can't right now, with Angel and Suzanne expecting me to be the restrained one. They're watching me! I'd feel so self-conscious, especially to have Suzanne judge my every move. I'm not going to sink to her level and just do it anywhere, with anyone watching, like some kind of common hussy! I'll just wait until he says he wants me to go inside, and take care of it at great length there. Hmmm, great length. Mmmm!

But it looks soooo good! So long and thick and tasty. Maybe if I just touch it, like I'm trying to help him put it back in his suit ... No, that's not gonna work. I'll start jacking off his magnificent thickness, and before long, it'll just end up in my mouth right here in front of everybody.

By this time, he had straddled her again, now facing the other direction.

She could no longer see his hard-on, for which she breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a close call! I almost came AGAIN! What ****. I would have lost it if he'd stood there any longer, waving that big log in front of my face.

But just as she thought she was out of the woods, she felt his boner lying on her lower abdomen. It pointed towards her pussy from mere inches away. Good Lord! God, if **** is so wrong, give me the strength to resist it. Give me the courage to tell my son to put his thing back in his suit before I embarrass myself in front of Suzanne and my own daughter. I really need to say something to stop this madness. We're outside where any neighbor could see, for crying out loud!

But still she said nothing.

He began to work on her legs. He started at her feet and worked his way up to her crotch. He kneaded her muscular flesh, giving her as much of a massage as a lotion application. She held her legs tightly together. As he got up past her knees, he said, "Open your legs a bit more, Mom."

She replied sheepishly, "Mommy doesn't want to."

"If you don't, your thighs'll burn later." He began to gently pry her legs apart with his oily hands.

Finally she yielded, relaxing the muscles in her well-toned legs. "Okay, but please don't get too close to my you-know-what..." Behind his back, her face was beet red with embarrassment even though she thrilled at his touch and his slightly insistent manner.

He took a good, close look at his mother's crotch. Her tiny periwinkle bikini bottoms barely made a pretense of covering her pussy; he could see a bit of pubic hair sticking out the sides. He also saw that she was really, really soaking wet. The minuscule triangle of fabric was soaked through and through, with her juices dribbling down her thighs and onto the lounge chair. He realized that this was one reason for her shame, so he said nothing to embarrass her further.

As his hands worked their way up her thighs, he saw her juices continue to flow down her inner thighs. The closer his hands got to her pussy, the more she leaked. There were so many rivulets all over her upper thighs that the whole area was a sticky mess. Finally, his two hands reached up to within an inch or two of her pussy and the gooey wetness around it. He could sense her hips begin to gyrate slightly. The heat and aroma from her moist mound left him practically intoxicated with lust.

Her legs began to spread of their own accord, as though her lower body was readying itself to be penetrated.

Susan looked over at Suzanne, who was blatantly staring, sitting up in her chair to get a better view of Alan and what his hands were doing. Suddenly, Susan felt a great sense of shame, so she said, "Tiger, I think that's enough. I'll take care of the rest ... in that area."

She felt a tremendous sense of relief that his exquisite **** was finally at an end, that she'd survived all of his temptations.

But then he said, "Okay, then, turn over."

Oh no! I've forgotten about the backside! she cried to herself. Oh God! Dear God! Tiger, please, no! It's too much! If he touches me any more, I'm going to cum for sure! I'm going to cum buckets. Everyone will see! I'm gonna scream! But at this point the idea of cumming so profusely sounded very appealing, audience or not, so she obediently, almost joyfully, flipped onto her stomach.

He said, "Mom, if you want me to do your ass properly, you'd better take off your bathing suit bottom." The bikini covered so little skin that it was fairly absurd to ask her to take it off, but he sensed that she wouldn't object.

She replied, "Tiger, do you want to see your mother all naked in front of our family and friends? Do you want your big-titted Mommy to just lie here, wearing nothing more than her glasses and high heels, while you brazenly run your hands all over her heaving, trembling, curvy body?!"

Before he could come up with an answer, she said, "Okay, if you insist. I guess you've seen me naked so much already; everyone here has seen me naked. I'm like a totally naked..." She wanted to shout "slut!" but she knew he wouldn't approve.

Instead of finishing that sentence, she turned to a new thought. "Do my ass. Do it properly!" Then she realized how that sounded: like she wanted him to impale her ass, especially as she said it so enthusiastically. So she added. "You know what I mean. The cream. Cream me! I mean, uh, the lotion. Put the lotion on."

He began to do her back at a nice, languid pace that, as time went on, became even more like a massage.

She felt completely relaxed as his hands dug into the skin around her shoulders in a pleasant, penetrating massage. She'd been gasping for air, but she was able to recover from that and almost grew sleepy. However, even though her pussy had calmed down a bit, she was leaking continuously, riding a wave of erotic bliss that seemingly never stopped but just varied in intensity.

By this point, with her eyes no longer able to see what he did, he not only kept his erection on her skin but deliberately rubbed it against her. It rubbed deliciously along the silky skin of her ass as he swayed his whole body back and forth while vigorously rubbing her back.

She obviously knew what it was that poked and stroked her, but she didn't speak a word about it, instead just enjoying every blissful, unacknowledged moment. Suzanne can see! As can my precious Angel! They know he's running his thick, powerful cock just inches from my trembling pussy! They must think I'm a shameless hussy. This is all terribly improper, but it feels soooo good!

Whenever he had an excuse, such as needing to get more suntan lotion on his hands, he'd put a hand on his dick and rub it in place, which also pushed it further into her flesh. Soon, it took him minutes at a time to get more lotion, whose ostensible application slowed down even more.

In fact, eventually, he was pretty much just holding his boner and running it all over her backside, while sometimes fondling her ass cheeks or ass crack as well. By that time he tended to leave a trail of pre-cum wherever he placed his hard-on, like a water gun that leaked a thin, continuous stream of viscous fluid right onto his mother's ass.

Susan thought, Dear God! This is so WRONG! Tiger's cock is taming my ass! He keeps running it into my ass crack, over and over! If he doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna scream! I'm gonna scream, "Son! Put it in me! I don't care what hole; I just need it!"

He moved his hands down to her butt and massaged that as well, while his stiff dick rubbed back and forth across her thighs.

Susan suddenly realized how close they were to fucking. "Tiger, be careful!" she said between very heavy breaths. "I trust you. I trust you won't stick your thing right in my ... right in my..." she was too worked up to finish the sentence. Finally, she blurted out, "That would be so improper!"

He decided to change positions, especially since he'd have an excuse to go back later and do her naked ass more thoroughly when she might be even more amenable.

He was now quite a bit more sexually experienced than he had been a week earlier, so could sense how close to climax she was. He enjoyed keeping her right on the edge without letting her go completely over.

So just whenever she thought she would finally lose it and explode into an overwhelming torrent of sexual delight, he would pull back a bit, or even stop altogether. She was like putty in his hands. She almost completely ceased to think; she just gave in to whatever he wanted to do, she was so awash in her lusty feelings.

From time to time, he continued to apply the lotion. She'd already covered herself with lotion before he even started, but he needed some thin excuse and it felt good to rub the scented fluid into her skin.

After a while, he pivoted around and moved to her legs. With each stroke of her lower legs, his erect dick also stroked along her skin, right on her ass cheeks, pointing directly at the barely-hidden cleft of her cunt. As a result, he spent more time on her lower legs than he otherwise would have. Soon, he was using just one hand at a time to rub her legs, while the other moved his erection around and simultaneously stroked it; he'd given up on trying to guide it with his hips.

She thought to herself, Mmmm, that feels so good! His cock is so HOT; it feels like it's branding itself into my skin! What a great idea! Imagine if I had a brand on my ass that showed I was his property? His servant! His ****! Oh God, his ****! His TIT ****! That makes me so hot! A big "A" for Alan. GOD, that would be great! His fuck-cow sex ****! I'm a big, fat fuck-cow, but instead of having to be milked every day, I need to be FUCKED! Fucked AND milked, actually. Oh yes ... Tiger, fuck me!

Shut up, Susan! Stop thinking such demeaning thoughts. Even though it feels so good ... I'm his cocksucker now. His personal, cocksucking, titfucking, centerfold mommy slut. That's what I am, and that's as far as it can go. I have to accept that idea completely. Every day from now on, I'm gonna suck him dry! I don't care where he goes; he's never going to get rid of me. Every day. He's going to fuck my mouth. He's going to fuck my tits. He's going to fuck my ass - even that. Especially that! He's going to fuck me and use me and **** me! I'll take his seed into every orifice I have, except for one, and BEG for more!

Stop it! There I go again. Those things aren't allowed either. Just think about the cocksucking. Imagine the taste of his cock in your mouth. Mmmm ... Mommy loves it ... MMMM! Tiger, your mother needs your cock right now! Put it in my mouth. No, don't just put it in. Shove it in. SLAM it in! God damn it, fuck my mouth, you horse-cocked bastard! Slap your balls against my chin and yank my hair with your hands as you **** yourself into me! Fuck it! Fuck any hole! Take me anywhere, in any way! Fuck your mooooommyyyyy!

Susan, to her great relief, finally had an enormous release, a thunderous and fully engrossing orgasm that started from deep within her belly and pulsed straight out to her toes like a shockwave of pleasure. Her juices poured from her pussy like soda exploding from a shaken can. She was so overwhelmed that she literally saw stars. Her heavy breathing turned into brief yelps, which turned into screams.

Her eyes were closed the whole time. She had no idea how Suzanne, Katherine, or Alan had reacted to her outburst, and she didn't really want to know. She was completely lost to the moment.

But as she came to, a realization overwhelmed her. Tiger is still here. He's on top of me. He's still not done. There are still many hours left in the day. What'll he do to me next?

Chapter 5

When Susan finally came back to the world, she expected a wave of post-orgasmic guilt to hit her, but that didn't happen. Yes, she was ashamed, but that hadn't stopped her before when she was totally horny like she was just then. Okay, so I just came. Everyone knows. Heck, the whole neighborhood knows. But it felt soooo good! Tiger is all over me, playing my naked body like a fiddle. How can I stop him or his relentless cock? I can't! I shouldn't even try!

She tried to pretend that Suzanne and Katherine weren't there, even though there was no escaping the fact that they were lying on lounge chairs just a few feet away. Angel is asleep, thank the Lord. At least I hope and pray she is, behind those dark sunglasses. But Suzanne - can't she at least make a pretense of not looking my way? Grrr!

Alan's hard erection was still resting against Susan's skin. She decided that if she focused on that sensation, she could drive the other conflicting thoughts out of her brain. All she wanted to think about was how good it felt, and how much better if would feel with her lips around it. Before long her guilty feelings evaporated.

As she luxuriated in the sensation of his warm erection resting on her thigh, her horny feelings surged. For some reason, she found herself thinking in a British accent, Thank you sir. May I have another? Then she giggled inside and repeated it again. She thought it was from some movie, but couldn't recall which. (In fact, it was from "Oliver!") Thank you sir. May I have another? It was even funnier the second time, and she idly wondered if she hadn't lost her mind.

Alan wasn't idle; he was working the suntan lotion down her legs. He loved caressing her sleek, silky, muscular legs, as well as her fabulous breasts.

Time passed. He'd been sitting on her thighs, but eventually he pivoted and repositioned himself over her so he could do them next. As his hands worked their way up the back of her thighs, he didn't have to ask her to spread her legs again; she spread them widely and invitingly as his hands drew near. When his fingers finally came to the back edge of her pussy, she began to shudder in yet another round of quiet, tiny orgasms.

She bit down on her lower lip, hoping that he wouldn't notice her passion, but her body gave her away. She started clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks again, but now purely to pleasure his dick even more. Her pussy lips practically fluttered, trembling in delightful anticipation of being penetrated, pummeled and thoroughly fucked by her son while outdoors, in front of both her best friend and her own daughter.

She fully expected that to happen at any minute. In her mind, she cried out, Fuck your slutty, cocksucking mommy! She wants it! She needs it! Mmmm! Yes - right there. Closer! Put your hands on it. Put your fingers on my pussy - put them IN my pussy! No! Not your hands - YOUR COCK! Mmmm, yes! I want you to push your hard, throbbing cock-monster into your mommy's pussy! Punish me with that pole! Punish your naughty, sinful mommy!

Katherine and Suzanne had similar thoughts, just from watching. No one was looking at either of them anymore, so they were free to indulge in open gawking as Alan's hands and erection massaged his mother's butt. Katherine even removed her sunglasses for a clearer view.

Suzanne had recently reached sexual release so she wasn't too wound up. Weighing the pleasure of masturbating herself versus the potential displeasure that act might give Susan, she decided to just rest for a while.

However, Katherine was in agony. She was still being **** to wear a bikini top, though it was so tiny and tied on so loosely that it fell off her nipples more often than not. She resented the restrictions placed on her by her mother, even as the same mother was fully enjoying a lack of restriction herself. Katherine especially resented not being able to fingerfuck herself to satisfaction, since she'd promised Suzanne in advance that she wouldn't do that while with the others.

She thought as she stared, Shit. When is he going to get to me? Is he ever going to get to me? Once he gets started with Mom, he doesn't stop. She's going to drain his balls and leave me nothing. Dump a load on MY face, Brother! Dump it in MY ass. Anywhere. Just come over here with your monster fuck pole. Your number one fuck toy needs it! Have mercy on your sexy sister. I'm going to explode with frustration over here! Argh!

Eventually, Alan decided to put more lotion on Susan's back. He wasn't really interested in her back and she didn't really need more lotion there; he was just using that as an excuse to have more fun with her ass. His cock was practically poking right at her pussy, so he scooted up, away from that danger zone. Then he surreptitiously used a hand to wedge his dick into the crack of her ass. It stayed there, placed so that its tip was like a homing missile that was seeking out her deepest, darkest depths.

Susan clenched and unclenched her butt muscles in an attempt to push it away - or at least that's what she told herself - but her actions actually moved it deeper into her crack, as well as stimulating it. She could easily have moved it elsewhere by reaching around with a hand or by saying something to Alan, but she didn't. Indeed, although she wouldn't admit it even to herself, she really wanted it to delve deeper into her crack and, with any luck, penetrate her puckered hole until it filled her completely.

Her awareness was focused entirely on the hot erection trapped in her ass crack. She moved her hips up and down and kept clenching and unclenching her butt muscles around his boner. It almost looked as if her son were fucking her, or she was fucking him, just from his cock being squeezed by her butt so tightly and repeatedly as she humped under him.

Remarkably, he was able to keep his cool and avoid blowing his load. He'd realized that he could still fondle her ass from his current position, so that's what he did. It was almost as though he was on auto pilot, with his thoughts lost in an erotic fog. He wasn't thinking in the normal sense; instead, his mind was fully devoted to absorbing all the sensory information that flooded into it. Not only did he concentrate on her squeezing around his penis, but also on the feel of her oily skin as his hands repeatedly slid all over it. Even though they were outside and the air was stirring with a light breeze, the smell of her sex was overwhelming. He inhaled and savored it, as if he were a connoisseur savoring a fine wine.

By this point he'd forgotten about the pretense of applying suntan lotion. He just kept methodically rubbing her ass cheeks, lost in the moment. There was enough suntan lotion in the area to make her butt deliciously slippery and fragrantly oily anyway, which let him imagine that all the slickness was caused by numerous cum loads and sweat from his dick, rather than by the lotion. So much pre-cum drooled from his cock that it seemed as if he'd dumped at least one load on her already, which helped his fantasy.

Without warning, Susan was overcome by another tremendous orgasm. Her convulsions and contractions inadvertently squeezed his turgid rod even more delightfully. Her body stiffened and her mouth opened wide as if to cry out. She desperately wanted to yell "Fuck Me!" but, unfortunately for everyone else, no coherent words actually escaped her lips - just more heavy panting.

As she came down from her second orgasmic high, a strong wave of shame passed over her. She realized, I can't bear to look in Suzanne's direction, but she would have to be completely blind not to notice how I just came and came and came! True, I'm supposed to be helping Tiger out, but that kind of orgasm is NOT supposed to happen! This is all about pleasing HIS cock for HIS medical needs and because he's such a lovable, cum-filled boy. I shouldn't be enjoying myself so much. It's ruining my objectivity. I have to calm down and get him off me before I do something I'll really regret! Otherwise this could go on all day.

She replayed her thought: Get him off. Hee-hee. That's right. I have to get him off! Tiger, fill your mommy's mouth with your cum until it's all full and spills out onto her big tits. Mmmm! My tits ... They need to be yanked at, just like the teats of a cow! I'm your sex cow. Moooo! Moooo!

She giggled out loud. Give me another orgasm like that last one, Son, and I'll be your sex cow forever!

He kept working on his mother, kneading her ass cheeks and even sliding his erection back and forth a little bit, almost as if he was titfucking her ass crack.

She tried her best to keep her butt still, since that was the focus of his attention. She hoped that maybe if her ass wasn't writhing and clenching around his dick so much, he might shift his attention elsewhere. She was pretty successful in not moving so much, but she was still so highly aroused that she needed some alternate form of release, so the rest of her body writhed instead. Her hands and legs flailed silently in the air, as if she were trying to swim away from her lounge chair. She simultaneously wanted him to stop and to not stop.

She thought a lot about the fact that she was outside under the sun, wearing nothing but high-heeled sandals and glasses. I'm such a naughty, naked mommy. The only reason I'm wearing heels is because I know how it lifts my ass and tits and firms up my leg muscles. And hopefully that makes Tiger's cock long and stiff, but that's not a problem right now. Oh no! There are ten inches of pure heaven crammed in my ass crack, or I'm a monkey's aunt!

Even though she'd just climaxed, within minutes she was working towards an even bigger one. Do me all day, Tiger! Do it to me again! Mmmm! Keep me naked, happy, and well satisfied. I'm your mommy, Tiger. Do nasty fun things to your big-titted mother!

Knowing that Suzanne's eyes were on her, Susan tried her best to make it look like she was having an ordinary lotion application and massage, but she knew that she was failing miserably. The only thing that she was really successful at was keeping her mouth shut. It was about all she could do not to moan, because she knew that if she gave in to that, before long she would scream or say really weird and embarrassing things. For instance, she had a nearly irresistible desire to cry out, "Moooo! Moooo! Sex cow! Mommy is your sex cow! Moooo!"

After a few minutes, she could no longer keep her butt still. She began to flex and relax her butt muscles again, again stimulating Alan's boner.

Eventually that caused him to take his dick out of his mother's butt crack, because he didn't want to cum yet and he was getting far too close.

Susan almost cried out "No!" when she felt him pull it away, but she let it go silently, hoping that it would soon find its way into some other orifice. She wondered, Maybe he should stick his thick pole into my asshole instead. That's not really a violation of the boundaries, is it? He's allowed to touch me on the butt to get my attention, so isn't sticking his fat thing into my anus and pushing it in and out just another way of touching my butt? It certainly would get my attention! Maybe I should tell him that, from now on, in order to get my attention he has to fuck me up the ass!

Susan hadn't really thought about anal sex until her recent discussion with Brenda. Even after that, she remained very hesitant. But suddenly she was intrigued with the possibility, especially because that wouldn't be "true" ****. She was actually thinking, Do people really DO that?! Brenda says so. But would Tiger do that? Would he do it to ME?! It seems totally perverted! Even so, she still didn't talk.

Once he grabbed his dick to pry it from her butt, he couldn't let go of it. With one hand, he began to stroke himself while, with the other, he resumed exploring her ass crack, since his dick was no longer obstructing his access. He quickly found her anus and fingered the opening. He was so aroused by her ass that, for the first time, he even seriously considered the idea of buttfucking her.

He stroked his hard-on in sync with the finger of his other hand pistoning in and out of her asshole. He imagined that he was fucking her asshole with more than just a finger. He'd previously considered the idea of anal sex to be gross, unclean, and even "gay", but his feelings started to waver the more he stared at her tempting ass. Certainly the fantasy of doing something so forbidden with his mother had a very powerful attraction for him.

That didn't last; he decided that he didn't dare insert his cock there. That might cause her to freak out and end all this fun, he thought. If only he could have read her thoughts!

Susan whimpered and moaned. Oh no! He's fucking my ass with his finger! This can't be happening! I need to say something, but it feels too good! The shame! The sin! There must be something wrong with me. He's taming my ass, and I love it!

She spread her legs even wider, causing her feet to move off the sides of her lounge chair. Her bare ass bucked up and down so much that it made it hard for him to keep his finger inserted in her butt.

Meanwhile, Katherine knew that Susan was far too preoccupied to look back around her way, so she pulled the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms aside and allowed herself to actively finger her pussy. Even though she'd promised Suzanne not to do that, her lust was simply overwhelming her. She tore her bikini top off and frantically rubbed her boobs too, not caring who saw her or what they said.

Suzanne wanted to fuck herself just as badly, but still held back because she knew that Susan would notice if she ever came out of her own throes of ecstasy long enough to look up. The way the lounge chairs were positioned, it was hard for Susan not to see in Suzanne's direction if she ever lifted her head, while Katherine was more out of sight. But just the view of Alan working on his mother caused Suzanne's juices to flow freely. She found the sight of him giving Susan such intense orgasms to be extremely arousing.

But even Suzanne's self-imposed restraint could only last so long. So when Alan began to pay considerable attention to Susan's ass and backside, Suzanne reached behind herself and began to play with her own ass as she watched. Then, as Susan began yet another orgasm, Suzanne plunged her hands into her own pussy from behind as if she were doing herself doggy style. She started to have her own climax, while hoping that Susan was in too much of an erotic fog to recall that her best friend was sitting less than five feet away.

In the end, everyone climaxed at roughly the same time. As Alan reached his orgasm, straddled over his mother, he scooted down her legs a bit and pointed his dick down at her butt. He sprayed his seed all over her ass like a fire hose. It was almost as if he had to hit a moving target, because her whole body shook so fiercely.

Susan was already lost in a continuous series of orgasms from having her son so thoroughly explore her nude body. When she felt his semen spray onto her ass, it caused such a surge of euphoria that she fully expected to pass out. She'd previously been trying to keep quiet, but at that point she couldn't help but gasp out several loud screams.

Oh God! He's marked my face and my tits, and now he's marked my ass! I feel so, well, MARKED! Mmmm! So spermy! So good!

Katherine and Suzanne both sat up and watched the sight while finishing stimulating themselves to orgasm. Again, Suzanne was reasonably satisfied, in part because she could still taste Alan's cum in her mouth. But Katherine felt her fingers just weren't enough; she longed intensely for the real thing.

Alan was so amazed by all that had happened that he sat back for a minute and admired his handiwork: his mother lying beneath him. Between his torrent of cum and Susan's own juices dripping down her legs, her butt looked like something out of a gang-bang movie scene. At that moment she certainly didn't look very motherly.

He thought he heard her mumbling, "Moooo, moooo, moooo," but couldn't figure out what that meant.

Chapter 6

Everyone calmed down and recovered within a few minutes, but they all stayed silent. Luckily the radio was still playing (now "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder), or the silence would have been deafeningly obvious. Susan, in particular, had never felt so good in her life. She thought for sure that her intense experience was over, and that Alan would now move on to Katherine.

But he wasn't done with her yet. He decided that his fantasy of covering her in cum instead of lotion could become almost real. He said, "Mom, I'm applying some more lotion here," and then began to rub his still-hot seed into the skin of her butt. As she realized what fluid he was using, she quickly regained her intense erotic buzz.

She kept her eyes closed, but now that she'd regained some situational awareness she knew that at least Suzanne must be watching her closely, and probably Katherine as well. That realization disturbed her, but it simultaneously turned her on. Once again, her attitude had shifted as her lust increased.

She thought, Certainly Suzanne can see that my butt is covered with my son's cum-cream! Here I am, buck-naked, with my ass high in the air so my Tiger can coat every single inch of it with his potent sperm. Can I get any more depraved than this? I think not.

He neither fucked her nor left her unattended; he just kept rubbing his cum into her skin. He had cum a lot, but surreptitiously added some suntan lotion to stretch the amount, so that he could massage it into her thighs, back, tummy, and tits as well. In truth, he could only lightly coat those areas with his augmented mixture, but it was the symbolism that mattered.

She was like putty in his hands; every time he kneaded her flesh strongly, she let out a loud moan of intense joy.

He went right to the edge of her pussy and rubbed his seed in alongside her own copiously flowing juices. He was glad that she was infertile, so there was no concern that some of his sperm might find its way inside her and make her pregnant. He pushed some of the mixture directly over her asshole and watched as the stream rolled down along her crack.

The rivulets flowed down to her pussy lips; he hoped that some would make its way within. Her clit became even more engorged than usual. Although he couldn't see it because she was lying face-down, it stuck out prominently, offering itself to be sucked or rubbed vigorously by the shaft of his penis were she to turn over.

Even though he approached it repeatedly, he still didn't dare touch her fuck hole directly, for fear that doing so might make her end the whole thing. Again, things would have been very different if he could have read her thoughts.

Feeling him rub his cum into her skin all over made her nearly delirious with sexual need.

Tiger ... Tiger is taming me! He's marking me as his cum-whore! His Mommy-slut! I'm going to stink of his sperm for DAYS! God, forgive me, but if he can get hard again ... Hell, what am I saying? Of course he can get hard again. This is my Tiger we're talking about!

Anyway, WHEN he gets hard again, if he wants to fuck my pussy doggy style like this, I'm just going to have to let him! I don't care if Suzanne is watching. I don't even care if Angel is watching. I don't care if I'm going to Hell for it! It feels too good to say no. At least do me up the ass, Son! Fuck your mother's asshole! And if you don't have the balls to do that, then get off me altogether, because I can't stand the **** of your cock being so close to taking me to heaven!

However, she didn't know if she really meant it, or if she was just letting her fantasies run wild. When she spoke again, all she said was, "Tiger, what kind of lotion are you using there?" Her tone was playful, not accusing. "I don't know if the kind you're using is really PROPER!" She nearly shouted the last word as she shuddered in yet another orgasm. Now that her multiple orgasms had started, it seemed like they would never stop.

"Oh, don't worry, Mom; my cream is the best. It even tastes really good. Would you like to taste some? I could put some on my fingers and you could suck it." As he said this, he put a big gob on his fingers and ran it up and into her butt crack, even stuffing some of it into her anus.

"Oh no, Tiger! Please don't." she panted heavily. "Please don't stuff your cream, your tasty cream, in my mouth! What would people think? So wrong. So wrong to fuck your mommy's mouth here outside, with everybody watching. No! Not yet. Later! Fuck it tonight! Fuck my mouth with your Mommy-taming cock! All night long! Mommy's second pussy will be waiting for it. Consider my mouth a second pussy that you're gonna FUCK! Hard! Mmmm! But now just keep doing what you're doing to my ASS!"

He loved her filthy language. "Oh, do you mean this?" He plunged his cum-soaked finger all the way into her asshole.

"Yes!" she cried out. "YEEEEESSSS!" But then she remembered that Suzanne and Katherine were watching, so she said, "Um, I meant no. So good! So good! But you'd better stop! Please don't ... uh, take advantage ... Uh, Oh! Uh, of your ... God! Fuck! ... of your poor, defenseless mommy! Yes!"

Her whole body shuddered and shook so violently that it seemed to Alan like she was being churned by a giant blender on a puree setting. The main reason she discouraged him was that she simply couldn't take any more stimulation; she felt like she would literally lose her mind to her lust.

Her senses returned when it was over, but it had been such a dramatic departure that she felt as if she'd died and been reborn.

She opened her eyes and tried to make sense of the world. The first thing she noticed was the sound of Alan casually saying, "Okay, I'm done anyways." Then she felt him hop off her. She could hardly believe it.

She felt such an intense sense of loss as the pressure of his body lifted from hers that she wanted to cry. How long has he been on me? she wondered. What kind of naughty things did I allow to happen? What the hell did we just do, for crying out loud? What will Suzanne think of me now? Or my darling pure Angel? Does it really have to end?

She just panted while recovering a bit. Then she realized his legs still hadn't been covered with suntan lotion.

"Tiger ... your legs!"

It was the last thing he was expecting her to say. Then he realized how hot and exposed to the sun his own legs were; they were dangerously close to getting really sunburned.

As she regained control of her mind somewhat, now that he was no longer making skin-to-skin contact, she said, "Tiger, lie down where I was and I'll do your legs before they burn." Her tone was firm and uncompromising.

He looked at the lounge chair and noticed a huge wet patch that was his mother's pussy juice. He lay down on the chair, which made her cum stick to his lower stomach. The chair was padded with large cushions, so while most of her cum had dripped off the sides and down onto the concrete deck, enough remained on the cushion that it felt as if he had lain on a puddle.

His mother sat on the ground next to him and began to apply lotion to his feet. Her thighs and abdomen were slick and wet with her cum, not to mention his own smeared-in 'lotion', but she didn't care. She gradually worked her hands up to his butt, but because she was so sexually exhausted she didn't spend much time there. Instead she used the time applying the suntan lotion as an opportunity to slowly recover from her intense erotic high.

She very much wanted to strike up a casual conversation with Suzanne, to make it seem as if the situation were not unusual, but she was too afraid to even look in Suzanne's direction, guessing correctly that her friend was likely to make some kind of wry observation, like "My, aren't we having fun?" or "Where did your bikini go?"

She had Alan turn over, causing his erection to point straight up in the air, while his European-style bathing suit hung uselessly across his thighs, no longer even covering his balls.

Susan gasped in delight at the sight of his hardness. Then, as if her hands had a life of their own, she began to apply oil over the front of his legs by starting again at his feet. She quickly covered him up to the edge of his balls. Then she sat there and stared openly at his erection, which jutted out like an iron pole. She thought about her boundaries and the need to obey them, but she felt her resolve quickly slipping away once again.

He lay back with his eyes closed and prayed silently.

Suzanne could sense that Susan was wavering, so she spoke up. "It's not a matter of whether you want to suck and stroke his cock or not, or whether you enjoy it. What's important is what's good for your cutie Tiger. He needs to be stimulated many times a day. Many! Repeatedly! Constantly! You've teased and tormented him with your outrageously curvy and very fit body, and now you have to pay the price with your lips and your tongue. Think about the terrible blue balls he must be suffering from. Now is your chance to help." Suzanne completely failed to mention that Susan should take him inside for more privacy.

Susan forgot about that option too. All she could focus on was the long, stiff dick in front of her. She still didn't dare turn to look at her best friend.

Suzanne was like the little cartoon devil on Susan's shoulder, but there was no corresponding cartoon angel on Susan's other shoulder to talk her out of it - if anything, she was afraid that a little cartoon "Katherine" would be there to cheer her on. Susan thought, I can't believe this is still happening. I've died a thousand times already today. But Suzanne's right: this is all my fault! I can't even keep my bikini on, and now my entire naked body is smeared with his spermy 'lotion'. How can I leave him stiff after all that stimulation? It would be downright cruel!

She closed her eyes and reached out with her hands to jack off her son. Her logic was, This is much better, from a moral vantage point, than having him fuck me. If I just jack him off, or even suck his cock, that's no big deal, right? That's not really all that naughty. Angel and Suzanne are his personal cocksuckers too, so they understand the need to constantly stimulate his powerful cock.

Anyway, I have to reward him for making me feel soooo good. A strong, demanding cock like his needs a lot of rewarding. In fact, if he wants my mouth, it's not for me to say no. My Tiger is hurting with too much nasty cum, and I'm a good mommy. Good mommies suck their boys dry of every last little spermie! Angel and Suzanne will understand that too!

Originally, she'd just wanted to cover his prick with lotion and jack it off for a long time, but it seemed her mouth had a mind of its own. Within seconds, she was sucking him off contentedly. He had just climaxed, so his cock was on the rebound, giving him greater endurance. Nevertheless, she battled to "defeat" his erection with her mouth and her hands.

Inspired by what she'd seen Suzanne do earlier, she did things with her tongue that she'd never done before, things that she hadn't even realized that she could do. She held his balls and began to play with them as well.

Then she used her other hand and reached into his ass crack. A lingering sense of restraint and acute awareness of the fact that Suzanne was watching from only a few feet away stopped her from penetrating his anus, even though she'd done it before.

Somehow, she convinced herself that Katherine had to be sleeping. The idea that her daughter was aware and watching was too disturbing to contemplate, and she was careful not to look in that direction to find out what the truth might be.

Then, as she fondled her son's firm ass, she thought, Why should I deny my Tiger anything? He made me see stars, and God dammit, I'm going to make him see whole constellations with the best darn cocksucking ever in the history of the world! If I have to fuck his ass with my finger to help him, then, dammit, I'll do it, even if it shames me in front of Suzanne. That's just tough shit. My big-titted body exists now only to please him!

So she wetted a finger with her pussy juices and then plunged it into his butt. But she didn't stop there. Probing in deeper, she found his prostate gland and stimulated it. However, she still kept her eyes closed in embarrassment and tried to pretend that, if she couldn't see them, then they couldn't see her probing his ass and bobbing on his cock.

She decided she had to be better than her friend. I'm not gonna let Suzanne be a better cocksucker! she thought fiercely. Damn her and her long tongue. I'm gonna be the best because of my love and dedication. My Tiger has to realize he needs to come to his mommy for ALL of his cocksucking needs!

She thought about all the other female help he was getting, and realized that her goal was wildly unrealistic. Well, okay, at least he can come to me for a lot of them.

She took his cock as deep in her mouth as she could and then backed off almost all the way, again and again. Then she decided she had to try something new, if she was going to become her son's best cocksucker. She recalled how Suzanne had deep throated him a short while earlier, even as Suzanne was staring right into her eyes. Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine. She figured that if Suzanne could deep throat him, then she could also. So she stuffed his cock even deeper into her mouth. But she had no idea how to deep throat properly, so, unsurprisingly, she gagged immediately.

Even that failure increased her lust. Tiger is making me **** on his huge cock! What an unstoppable stud! But she had to give up the deep throating effort for the moment. To make up for that failure, she sucked on his balls for a while, taking one and then the other all the way into her mouth.

He found that surprisingly pleasurable, especially since her nimble fingers kept sliding up and down his shaft.

She thought to herself, How does Suzanne do that deep-throating thing? I'll have to read those sex books I bought. There's no way to put a cock down a throat! Is there? She felt an urge to immediately ask her friend about her methods, and that caused her to remember anew where she was and who she was with.

Oh dear! Suzanne is really right here with us! And so is my Angel! I'm sitting here, sucking off my own son - I actually have one of his BALLS in my MOUTH - while my daughter and my best friend watch me! I can't bear to check, but they MUST be watching my every lick. The shame! What have I become? I have truly fallen. A fallen woman, completely fallen into sin and lust. Please forgive me, Lord!

But she didn't stop. In fact, the thought of being watched only propelled her forward with even more lust. She let his ball ease from her mouth and sucked on the other one. I'm so depraved, but I even love this ball sucking! Just a few weeks ago the idea that I would ever do this would have been laughably ludicrous, but here I am! In fact, I clean his balls on a daily basis, and I love it!

But she knew that the thing that pleased him the most was cocksucking, so she soon returned to that. As she loved to do, she engulfed his cockhead and bobbed over his sweet spot with tight suction and excellent tongue action. She figured that attempting something new would have to wait for another time; with all eyes on her, she figured it was best to stick with the tried and true. Minutes passed while she was lost in her own little world of total happiness: sucking, licking, and making endless "Mmmm!" moans.

Her efforts, especially the way her tongue swirled and slobbered around and around his sweet spot, soon paid off. Alan began to cum.

Susan saw another opportunity to better Suzanne, since her friend had apparently failed to swallow all of his cum when it was her turn. So Susan held on for dear life as he shot a big, hot wad of cum directly into her mouth. She figured it would be much less embarrassing doing it that way than ending up with a face full of his spermy cream.

She took it all and didn't miss a drop.

One of her hands drifted to her crotch, and when she touched her clit she exploded into another orgasm. It only took the slightest touch. She managed not to scream this time, for fear that she might do harm to her son's cock, which was still in her mouth. But she breathed so heavily around it that it seemed as if she was on the verge of hyperventilation.

When it was over, she lay down and plopped her head on his legs, utterly exhausted. She could scarcely believe that she'd cum so much in such a relatively short time.

For the moment she had lost all moral restraint, and would have done anything and everything Alan might have tried with her. All she could think was: It tastes so good! Mmmm! I want more! More..