Surf's Up: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan was still determined to keep things platonic. Their near kiss in the water had given him a scare and strengthened his resolve. But at the same time, he'd given up all hope of trying to have a flaccid dick, so he instead focused on trying to hide his obvious bulge from Christine. As he watched her towel off, he thought, As Mom would say, "SO HOT!" God damn! A sultry, experienced woman like Aunt Suzy knows she's hot and knows what she's showing. It's great to watch her even simply walk around, but it's also kind of a mindful performance. Whereas I truly don't think Christine realizes how hot she is, or how every move she makes is totally orgasm-inducing!

He tried not to gawk as she brought her towel to her long blonde mane of hair and rubbed it vigorously. Oh God! Friggin' UNREAL! First off, that pose with her arms up like that is super sexy. But then you add the skin-tight wet bathing suit, and the rivulets of water dripping into her deep cleavage, and the jiggling ... Good God, the jiggling! And she's got her eyes closed, so I can stare to my heart's content!

He was correct that Christine was much more oblivious about her physical charms than other girls her age. But she wasn't completely unaware of them. Her desire for Alan was growing steadily, and while she was still **** to act, she wanted him to want her too. So she was fully aware of what the impact on him would be when she dried her hair like that.

However, she felt very self-conscious about the fact that he was obviously checking her out, even though he was trying to be subtle about it. He'd put his sunglasses back on, and she hadn't yet, and that emboldened him to look more often. So, before long, she stopped and turned around, and then continued to dry herself with her back turned to him.

This disappointed him at first, but the view from behind was very nearly as tantalizing as the view from her front.

Turning her back had an unexpected effect. She'd felt awkward while facing him. But with her back turned, she felt more uninhibited. She felt more excited and less scared about posing and moving in an overtly sexual manner. After another minute or two, she surprised even herself by stiffly spreading her legs. Then she bent over and began vigorously toweling off her legs.

Alan was so horny he wanted to scream or maybe cry! He was seriously tempted to masturbate covertly while she had her back turned, but he knew that would be extremely foolish so he resisted.

Had he been thinking clearly, he would have realized that she was up to something. Not only was she taking an inordinately long time to towel herself off, but on a nice sunny day like this, one didn't really need to towel off at all. In fact, Alan had hardly bothered with toweling himself much, especially since he was so busy watching her instead.

Christine generally disliked flirting, because she knew there was a fine art to being a good flirter and she'd never developed that skill. However, she was having a blast "getting dry." She didn't really have to do anything that required flirty experience. The mere act of toweling her body was quite a visual performance (even if she kept her back turned to Alan most of the time).

Although he was too distracted to notice, she peeked at him from time to time, to confirm that she still had his attention. She couldn't see his eyes clearly due to his sunglasses, but he had an obvious rapt, lusty, and even stunned look on his face just the same. She loved the effect she was having on him.

She was bummed when she ran out of any plausible excuse to keep going, so she finally had to sit back in her chair and put her sunglasses back on.

Then another idea came to her: the suntan lotion! She asked Alan, "That was fun, wasn't it?"

He thought she was referring to toweling off, and he had to heartily agree. But he asked, "You mean the swimming around?"

"Yeah." As they talked, she brought out the suntan lotion again and started applying it to her fair skin.

Trying to make small talk, and trying even harder not to ogle, he asked, "You ever do much of that kind of thing? You know, horse around in the water?"

"Unfortunately, no. I guess that's part of being an only child. My parents are great, and very loving in their own way, but they're not very touchy-feely, especially in a public place like a beach. Maybe that's why I got to be so studious so early, because I never played much like the other kids did."

Alan couldn't help but unthinkingly ogle her chest as he commented, "It's never too late to be a kid. We're all big kids at heart, right?" He was glad they were both framing what they'd done in the ocean as mere childlike play. In fact, he was still reeling from how erotic the entire "wrestling match" had been. Even though they'd avoided touching any intimate parts, there had been an electricity in the air. And, in fact, the sparks were still flying.

"Yep," she said. "By the way, as you can see, I'm putting on some more suntan lotion, due to my fair skin." She gestured down her hourglass figure.

He mentally groaned, because he felt like he was suffering from too much visual stimulation. UGH! How am I supposed to look at anything other than her fully erect nipples?! They're STILL visibly poking through her bathing suit. I swear, they've been erect non-stop since we arrived at the beach. Actually, watching her fingers slip and slide over the upper slopes of her great melons is an even more captivating sight. It's crazy that a woman this stacked and shapely has such a beautiful face too. AND she's twice as smart as I am!

She continued, "That's partly because we were in the water. Did you know there's no such thing as waterproof suntan lotion? The F.D.A. doesn't regulate that, so any company can print 'waterproof' on the bottle, even though it's basically a lie."

"Uh-huh." He felt like his heart would simply stop beating as he watched her reach into her cleavage with a big gob of lotion on her fingers and spread it around. Lord, have mercy! I think I'm gonna cum in my swimsuit!

Christine surprised herself by doing that. She knew that would be like blood in the water for a hungry shark. But she'd been riding an erotic high for a while now, and events like the water wrestling and the toweling off had further excited and emboldened her. She told herself, I need to apply suntan lotion to that spot anyway, so what harm is there in having Alan see me do it? Let him have a little fun. I don't even mind the way he's staring. He's so incorrigible, but it's kinda cute! It's fun to be desired so much.

As he watched her fingers slowly slide down into the dark depths of her cleavage again, he thought, Man oh man! When I get home, I'm gonna titfuck Mom so hard and long that it's not even funny! Then I'm gonna cum on her face and tits, and have her spread my cum gobs deep down into her cleavage, just like Christine is doing right now! Mom's tits are even BIGGER, incredibly enough!

But that's another example of why I can't get intimate with Christine. I'm thinking about titfucking my MOM! And I'm not just thinking; I'm totally going to do it. Our incestuous love is NOT messed up. It's a beautiful thing! But Christine would never, ever understand.

Time seemed to slow for Alan. It looked to him like Christine was making love to the upper slopes of her round breasts with her caressing fingers. In a strange way, and on a purely mental level at least, merely watching that was just as arousing to him as one of Susan's incredible blowjobs or titfucks.

She removed her hand from her chest to get more lotion. She spoke in a casual tone, "I noticed that you haven't put on any suntan lotion at all since we arrived."

He rallied his lust-fried brain to say, "Yeah, well, I'm a bit more naturally tanned than you are, to say the least. I don't really need it."

"Don't you think you need it now?" She really wanted to see him do it.

Even though her question didn't actually offer a reason why he should change his mind, he answered, "I suppose. But I didn't bring any."

"No problem. You can use mine when I'm done." She switched to applying lotion to the exposed outer portion of her left breast. As she did so, it caused her entire rack to sway back and forth in a very delightful way.

Alan knew he was staring too obviously, and that she must have noticed. He tried to look elsewhere at times, but much of the time he simply couldn't help himself. He was glad that at least he was still sitting in a way that hid his erection. After a long pause, he remembered to say, "Uh, thanks."

"My pleasure."

She took her time applying lotion to the outer portion of her other breast as well. She was secretly thrilled at the lusty look on his face. She still hadn't put her sunglasses back on, because she wanted him to know where she was looking, so he wouldn't worry that she was looking at his eyes. Most of the time she managed to look elsewhere, just to let him stare to his heart's content.

By this time he had a painful case of blue balls, but he was exhilarated just the same.

Then she finally switched to putting lotion on her shoulders and arms, and it was like Alan had been freed from some kind of magical paralysis. He was still watching too obviously, but at least he felt that he could think and breathe again.

He attempted to start another, more meaningful conversation. Because Christine had mentioned her parents not being very touchy-feely, he asked her more about them. By so doing he learned many interesting things he'd never known before about her and her family.

In return, she naturally asked him about his family. He had to be careful, due to the looming secret of their ****. In answering, he thought back to how things at the Plummer house were until very recently, before his six-times-a-day diagnosis, and based his replies on that.

Since he'd mentioned that his father wasn't around much, she asked him about that. She already knew how rarely Ron was home, but for the first time Alan opened up in expressing his feelings and frustrations about that. He explained that he'd effectively given up on even considering Ron his father, particularly since Alan was adopted so there was no biological relationship. He also talked about how the great love he got from his mother helped replace the de facto lack of a father. Needless to say, he didn't hint at anything sexual when talking about his mother's love.

Although their conversation was helpful, the sexy temptation didn't stop. Once Christine finished putting lotion all over her front side, it was up to Alan to apply the lotion to her backside, since he'd done it earlier. Once again, she got out of her chair and knelt on her towel with her back to him.

However, this time there were some crucial differences. For one thing, he pointed out the problem of putting the lotion on her back while she was kneeling like that. They'd learned from his earlier attempts that her hair tended to fall back into place. So instead, she lay face down on her towel while Alan sat at her side. This allowed him an even better view of her entire backside, without any worry that she'd turn to see where he was looking. He could have put his nose a couple of inches from her firm bubble butt if he'd wanted to. He didn't go that far, but he definitely enjoyed the view.

The second major difference was that he was much more aroused than the earlier time. There was no chance of his cock going flaccid anytime soon! It wasn't deliberate on his part, but he focused less on applying the suntan lotion and more on giving her a sensual back massage. Like her "toweling off," it lasted much longer than necessary, but both of them were having such a great time that they didn't want it to ever end.

Christine had literally never before been touched sensuously by a man, let alone one in whom she was developing a romantic interest. Thus this experience was extremely thrilling for her. She was belatedly wishing that she'd worn a bikini. She even fantasized about letting him thoroughly cover her entire nude body with the suntan lotion, his touch felt so good.

Alan was extremely grateful that Christine couldn't see any of him, because his erection tented so obviously from his crotch that it was almost comical. He even nervously scanned the beach from time to time to check that the few other people didn't walk by and notice. His boner ached with lusty need so much that he was tempted to let it get some air. But he was trying his damnedest to keep things platonic, so he obviously couldn't do that. He was also extremely conscientious not to move so close to her that she'd feel his bulge directly.

Somehow, the two of them managed to continue their conversation through it all. There were many things relating to Christine that Alan had been curious about, but with them usually only having short conversations at school, often with others around, it had never seemed the right time to ask. Now, he was free to ask. For instance, he asked about her parents' life back in Norway, and why and when they had moved to the States. He also asked how and when, and why, she'd gotten started practicing martial arts. She had lots of probing questions for him as well.

Chapter 5

The time eventually came when it was Alan's turn to apply suntan lotion to himself. She told him it was okay to use her tube of lotion.

As it was, Christine was just about as interested in watching him apply the lotion to himself as he had been in watching her apply the lotion to herself. He didn't have the kind of buff figure that would allow him to work as a professional male dancer, but he was relatively fit and muscular. His body had filled out quite a bit in recent months, making him much more attractive than he realized. Plus, Christine had simply never seen anything like it. Not only had she virtually never gone to places like the beach in recent years, she'd even scrupulously avoided all pornography (mainly getting aroused from her own dreams and fantasies instead).

Alan was surprisingly unaware that she was subtly watching him apply the lotion while he looked towards the ocean. He continued to foolishly think she wasn't attracted to him, despite recent evidence to the contrary. He still was very mindful of how she'd turned him down when he'd asked her out, and he didn't realize just how much things had changed since then. Also, despite his incredible sexual success in certain areas, he still remained tremendously naive in others, such as at reading subtle signs of interest and knowing when to ask a girl out on a date. Lately, he'd been so very successful with some women that there were early courtship skills that he still hadn't learned.

So, although Alan didn't try to "put on a show" in any way, she loved watching his every move. This was practically like a pornographic movie for her, especially since he wasn't as successful at hiding the bulge in his tight swimsuit as he thought he was. While he didn't consciously pose for her, on an **** level he sensed her interest, so he took much longer with the lotion than might normally have been the case.

He was sorely tempted to ask her to help him with his back, but he didn't. He was still trying hard to keep their relationship platonic.

However, to his surprise, she volunteered for that task anyway.

He couldn't turn her down, so he got on his knees, turned his back to her, and let her work on it.

Christine was so thrilled to do this that her hands were slightly trembling. They continued to chat. Luckily for her, she was a talented multi-tasker, because her mind was focused on his skin.

On the surface, there wasn't anything unusual about the way she put the lotion on his back, but, in her mind, it was a very big deal. She'd had almost no prior physical contact with any man, outside of family hugs, her martial arts, and other athletics. None of those activities had ever allowed her to explore a man's bare skin to any significant extent. She particularly loved feeling the muscles in his back flexing and moving under her fingers. (She didn't realize how much his male pheromones, exuded continuously by his skin during this prolonged contact, were affecting her.)

Unfortunately, she still tended to lack courage about this sort of thing. The experience ended all too soon for her, when she ran out of bare skin needing lotion. She would have kept going a lot longer if she'd felt bolder.

Ironically, only about five minutes after she finished helping him with the lotion, she looked into her bag at the digital display on her cell phone and said, "Uh-oh! Our time is up. I've gotta get moving or I'm going to be late to my martial arts practice."

"That's a drag," Alan said, sadly. "This has been nice. Did you enjoy coming to the beach?"

"Oh, definitely!" She was surprised at just how enthusiastically she meant that.

"What about wasting your time basically doing nothing?"

She grinned knowingly. "Yeah, well, I guess kicking ass and taking names is overrated. At least, you can't do that ALL the time. I'm assigning you the job of teaching me how to just relax and enjoy my spare time."

"Okay!" He joked, "Hey, cool. It turns out I AM better at you than something: I'm an expert in wasting time."

She kept on grinning madly, but said sarcastically, "That's something to be proud of."

The two of them packed up their chairs and other items and began walking.

He was pleased they'd been able to talk about serious and meaningful things for most of the time. He decided he could ease up and joke around a little bit more. So, while Christine started towards the stairs that led to their cars, he began walking a different way, down the beach.

Christine stopped and turned to him after just a couple of steps. She lifted her sunglasses up to her forehead. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Oh, don't you remember? The official breast inspection! I thought we could find somewhere more private to do it, maybe close to those cliffs over there. But this works for me too." He stepped forward with a silly grin, and clutched his hands in front of him, like he was ready to honk her giant boobs.

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. She knew for all his joking he wouldn't actually touch her inappropriately without permission. "Get real."

He acted confused. "Get real? Is that code? Oh, I get it: that's short for 'get really aggressive.' Okay, if you say so! But can you take your bathing suit off first, so I can get started?"

She briefly toyed with the idea of starting to pull the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulders. She wanted to shock him before revealing it was a ruse. But she chickened out at the last second. Instead, she just said, "Okay! ... Well, nah."

It didn't have the same effect. She was flustered, and her comic timing was off. But he chuckled appreciatively just the same.

She suddenly turned and resumed walking to the stairs. She said over her shoulder, "Come on, bozo-brain. I'm sure you're trying to think up some boob joke or dumb-blonde joke. But you've gotta be quicker than that."

She was spot on; that's exactly what he was starting to do. He resumed walking to the stairs too. But instead of hustling up to her and telling her a few jokes, he realized he had a fantastic view of her ass since he was just a few feet behind her.

As he watched her ass cheeks undulate up and down in the most delightful way, he thought, Wow! Now, there's a walk that rivals even the way Aunt Suzy walks around. Except the difference is, my sexy auntie has deliberately perfected her walk over the years, whereas I'm sure Christine is just going from Point A to Point B without even trying to sex it up! Imagine if Suzanne taught her how to sway and strut! Whoa!

Again, he was only partially correct. It was true that Christine had no real practice at walking in a sexy manner. But she was very mindful of the fact that Alan was walking just behind her. She was fairly certain he'd be ogling her ass, so she attempted to put extra oomph and swish into her walk without being overly obvious about it. Her heart was racing over such a bold move.

Seeing her slowly sway her ass cheeks up the stairs was even more jaw-dropping!

Once they reached the street and Alan caught up with her, they found out that Alan's car was in one direction and Christine's car was in another. So they said their goodbyes and shared another hug and kiss.

The kissing was just simple pecks on cheeks again, although it was one on each cheek instead of just one this time. But the hug was more prolonged. After all their wrestling around in the water, it didn't seem so strange for them to hold each other for a while. They both found it very enjoyable and comforting. Furthermore, Alan secretly thrilled to the way Christine's hard nipples still poked through her bathing suit into his bare chest.

But eventually they pulled back to make eye contact, and switched to simply holding hands. As she had done a while ago, he lifted his sunglasses to his forehead, for that much more eye-to-eye intimacy.

He loved the hug, but he also breathed a huge, secret sigh of relief when it ended. It had been a close thing that his hands didn't slip down and cup her ass cheeks. He was so used to doing that with his other women that he had to constantly remind himself to keep his hands still and on the middle of her back during their long hug. He'd also needed to be careful to lean into the hug so there was a gap between their lower bodies, preventing him from pressing his erection up against her.

He asked her, "So. What's next?"

"More school tomorrow, I suppose."

"True. But when the weekend comes ... another practice date, perhaps?" (In the heat of the moment, he was forgetting about his Boy Scout trip next weekend.)

She winked at him, and said, "Perhaps." But her wide smile said, "Most definitely!" She added, "And, if you were to invite me to another 'practice beach hang-out, ' I wouldn't exactly say no."

His grin grew wider. "A 'practice' one, huh? 'Cos it's gonna be a while before we're ready for a REAL beach hang-out."

She joked back, "Yeah, it's like rock climbing or scuba diving. Without proper training, people are gonna get hurt."

"True, so true. The official breast inspection is a particularly important safety precaution. Those things could poke an eye out! That's why we should practice that, say, for several hours every day after school." He wiggled his eyebrows hopefully and playfully.

She shot him an exasperated look, but she grinned too. "In your dreams, boob boy. In your dreams!"

He joked, "So, wait. No merit badge for me?"

"Nope!'

They finally waved goodbye and walked off in different directions.

Boy oh boy, Alan thought as he walked to the car. I'm playing with fire. I think eventually we'll get used to each other, and to things like friendly hugs. But right now, there are some sexual sparks flying, at least on my end of things. I need to be careful! I was already thinking I should invite her to the beach again, or maybe some other fun after school thing, but on second thought, it's better I don't. At least not for a while. Let things cool down. The practice dates with her are enough temptation for me to handle right now. I mean, what if she wore a skimpy bikini to the beach next time?! Good God! The mind boggles!

Meanwhile, Christine was both excited and frustrated as she walked to her car. Stupid me! I blew it again! I had so much fun that it's unbelievable! THIS is what my life has been missing. THIS! And teasing him was the most fun of all! I don't know which was better, the wrestling in the water or the "toweling off." I should have done MORE! Just like last night, I'm a total chicken. I didn't even wear a damn bikini. Dammit!

I was just enjoying myself instead of thinking. Just now, when we parted, I should have held him longer, and pulled him in closer. I could have even kissed his lips instead of those cheek pecks. Not necessarily a big open mouthed kiss, but at least lip to lip contact. To give him some kind of a hint. Or I could have made specific plans for another beach outing with him. Or "accidentally" pressed up against that raging erection he was trying to shield from me so carefully. Or I could have seductively joked that we should go ahead with his 'official breast inspection' plan. Or something! I'm so LAME! ARGH!

He's got all these other girlfriends right now. "'I'm involved with some very beautiful girls," he says. DAMMIT! I HATE that! He's gonna get serious with one of them, and then I'll be left in the dust before he even realizes I'm even interested in him!

Chapter 6

Alan realized that the situation at home had changed dramatically in the past few days. He felt like a dam of sexual energy had burst in his happy abode. Susan had given up the pretense that she was "****" to sexually assist Alan due to his six-times-a-day treatment, and she'd fully embraced helping him for the sheer mutual joy of it.

Susan's increasingly enthusiastic attitude meant the others could get more sexually active, even out in the open. The only question was how eager the women there would be to please him.

After Alan left home to help with the pussy painting and such, Susan had spent some more time with Suzanne. Together they verbally relived their sexual encounters with Alan over the weekend (except for Suzanne's almost-fuck at the beach), plus Susan's morning blowjob and titfuck fun. They even reviewed Alan "watching" them exercising in the basement. After Alan came and went for his quick lunch, they made up a prolonged pornographic fantasy together about what he'd do to Christine on the beach.

It was a near thing that they didn't resort to masturbation in front of each other, especially when they talked while they sunbathed in the nude. (Of course Suzanne would have been happy to do so, but she had to be mindful of what remained of Susan's reticence about such things.) There was a lot of talk about just how "squishy" they were, though. That became the operative word: "squish." For instance, if Suzanne asked Susan for feedback from a story, Susan might reply, "Oh, so arousing! That was a three-squisher. Squish! Squish! Squish!"

Meanwhile both of them would furtively rub their legs together and rub their pussies against almost any object that presented itself.

Susan frequently sat up in her lounge chair as if she were leaning towards Suzanne in rapt interest, but she really sat that way so she could sit with a particular metal bar of the lounge chair between her legs. Then she would slide up and down it as unobtrusively as she could. The bar helped, but wasn't quite enough to get her off. Susan grew to think of it as a game and tried to get away with as much as she could without Suzanne noticing.

Suzanne actually did notice it all, but she pretended not to, instead subtly trying to encourage Susan to do such things and more.

The end result was that Susan was kept almost constantly horny, but rarely was given any opportunity for real relief. She was antsy for Suzanne to leave, so she could she run to her room and bring herself off. But Suzanne didn't leave in the late morning like she usually did. She wanted to leave Susan extremely horny and unsatiated for when Alan returned, in the hopes that would spur Susan to override yet even more of her self-set boundaries.

In fact, Suzanne only left out the front door once she heard the garage door indicating Alan was parking the car there. She purposely just missed him, so all the focus would be on a very horny Susan.

Thus, when Alan got home, still wearing his swimsuit and T-shirt from the beach, Susan was bursting with energy, lust, and anticipation. She met him as he walked through the front door, and said, "How ya doing, Tiger? Need any help with your problem?"

She glanced at his crotch, and smiled to see a prominent bulge. As was happening more and more, Alan would get erect before even getting home, just from thinking about the reception that was awaiting him.

Alan was checking her out too, from head to toe. She was dressed in nothing but a towel, and held a bottle of liquid soap in her hand. Suzanne had talked her into wearing this, to greet Alan with a sexy surprise that could be removed in a flash.

He asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes. Funny coincidence, that." She couldn't stop smiling. She was slightly bouncing on her high heels, causing her tits to jiggle too.

"Mom, you never take a shower at this time of day." He reached out and touched her forehead where some hair was peeking out below the towel. "Not only that, but your hair isn't even wet. Not even slightly." He looked down to her feet. "Besides, who showers in high heels?"

She was a bit embarrassed, but that was blunted by her enthusiasm. "Oopsies. You got me. Sorry, Son. But sometimes your mommy gets so horny for cock that she can't even think straight."

He smiled wolfishly at his mother and stepped closer to her so that their bodies were mere inches from each other. "Is this one of those times?" he asked in a low whisper in her ear.

"All the time is 'horny for cock time' with your new-and-improved mother, Tiger," she answered with a slight blush. She'd been practicing with Suzanne on how to sound sexy, and she said that in a very sultry voice indeed.

He stepped away again, enabling him to better appreciate the view. If his dick hadn't been stiff before he walked in the house, the sight of her voluptuous body in just a towel would have immediately taken care of that. And if not that, her "new" sexy voice would have. She didn't realize that he was so horny from what happened with Christine at the beach that he didn't need any sexy inspiration at all.

Susan mock-complained, "Not only that, but this stupid towel is far too short, don't you think?" She wiggled in distress and tried to pull the towel down a bit further, seemingly to make sure it covered her pussy. But that caused it to slide farther down her boobs. Even a fraction of an inch more would start to expose her nipples.

She deliberately writhed her hips in a provocative manner while still slightly rocking on her heels. "Oh dear! Look what's happening. Son, this towel just isn't big enough for me!" The towel had been precariously clinging to her breasts due to her very erect nipples. But she gave it another tug, causing it to slide down to the bottom of her great globes. Only her arm under her rack prevented the towel from falling off her body altogether.

Alan was smiling from ear to ear. "You're right. It's not a good towel for you. Here, let me help you with that." He gave the towel a yank and pulled it clean away from her. He threw it across the room.

She squealed and pretended distress. "Oh, Tiger, now I'm all naked! Whatever will I do?" Even as she said this, she held the bottle of liquid soap with both hands. One hand was to keep it still while her other hand stroked up and down it in an obvious demonstration of what she wanted to do to him. She was already so aroused that the smell of her wet pussy filled the room.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he quipped. He was in a very relaxed mood indeed. His calm sense of control and security had given him the courage to yank away the towel, something he normally wouldn't have done. Plus, he was just really damn horny.

They stood right next to the underwear cabinet where Susan had lots of clothes to wear, but that's not what she really wanted. Her heart was beating wildly as she tossed the bottle of liquid soap aside and tugged his swimsuit down below his erection. "Tiger. I lied to you about the shower. I'm so naughty. I'm so bad!"

With his swimsuit down to his thighs, she grasped his stiff cock like she'd discovered an ancient, priceless treasure. "I just wanted to greet you in a towel so it could fall off and you could see me completely naked like this. Isn't that too naughty?" She began to stroke his needy pole. "What kind of sinful, shameless, cock-hungry, big-titted mommy willfully flaunts her naked body for her son? Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

"I do," he said, smiling with an agreeable nod. Knowing what was about to come, he guided her a few steps so she could kneel more comfortably on the living room carpet.

She kept a hand slipping and sliding on his cock all the while. She loved how it was already throbbing and hot. She noted, "Your cock is raring to go. I love it! Can I thank Christine for this? How did your beach trip go? Did you start the process of taming her? Did you get your hands on her perfect tits?"

"We'll talk later. But yeah, it was a great time. Why don't you drop to your knees and suck my cock? Worship it with your tongue. I think that will start to show you the error of your ways."

She giggled with glee as she fell to her knees. He said "Worship it!" I can't believe it! I ADORE that kind of language! He's really starting to take control. This has gone so far beyond just helping him with his orgasm problem. I love being one of his personal cocksuckers! My mouth belongs to my son now!

"I'm way ahead of you there, Son." She briefly held his cock so she could lovingly rub it against her cheek. But then she let go in order to quickly yank his swimsuit the rest of the way down his legs and off him. She desired full access to his cock and balls.

With her hands latched back on to his throbbing rod, she spoke with excitement, "I don't know if I can learn my lesson in just one day, though. It might take me YEARS of daily cocksucking to even BEGIN to see the error of my ways!"

With one hand pumping up and down his shaft, she licked the tip of his cockhead. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. Dear Lord, please give me the talent and passion to suck this cock like it needs to be sucked! Help me "worship it" like he demands. That's no disrespect to You, Lord. This is a very different kind of worship. Amen!

She was starting to cover more and more of his cockhead with her eager tongue. "If that's gonna be my punishment, then I guess I'll just have to suck it up, so to speak, and submit!" She craned her mouth open wide and began to slowly feed his erection into her mouth.

Alan grabbed the top of her head and pulled the towel she'd wrapped her hair in clean off for good measure, causing her beautiful, long, dark brown hair to cascade down her back. He grasped her hair tightly and held on to the back of her head as her mouth tried to mate with his cock.

"Mmmm. Now this is a nice welcome home," he mumbled, with shivers racing down his spine. He thought, Fuck me, man! It's so great to come home! Chills all over! Even my toes are curling! Look at her. She's already starting to do her corkscrew move. Hot damn! That one gets me every time!

And then, when I think about Christine's big tits in her tight blue bathing suit ... WHOA! It blows my mind! I really should be fucking Mom's tits right now. If I can't even touch Christine's amazing cleavage, I can titfuck Mom's even MORE amazing and slightly larger tits! But this feels so good, I don't want it to stop!

With big tits on his mind, he asked, "Hey, Mom, rub your tits up against my legs while you're doing that, okay?"

"Mmmm hmmm!" Her boobs mashed up against his skin, conforming to the shape of his thighs.

That only added to his overall pleasure, feeling her soft melons slide all over his skin. It seemed like her massive hooters completely enveloped his legs. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed insistently into his skin, especially since he was imagining they belonged to Christine.

He further suggested, "Speaking of rubbing, if you're still keeping to that dumb rule that I can't touch your pussy, then I hope you'll take care of that area yourself. It really turns me on to see a woman masturbate, and get off with a big orgasm."

She stopped sucking momentarily to talk. He thought she'd say something like, "Are you sure? That's so improper." But instead, she muttered as she reverted to licking for a while, "Cock! Mmmm. Big cock in Mommy's mouth. Fills me up. Hot load. So delish. So naughty. MMMM! Yummy, yummy cock! Mmmm..." She fingered her clit, and as she grew more excited she slurped even louder than before.

With the mention of punishing her, he felt inspired to playfully slap her on the butt, so he bent down and did so. It was far too mild a slap to count as a spanking, but it still seemed to drive her into a frenzy.

She nearly came on the spot when she felt that smack. That spurred her to suck on his erection like it was the most important task in her entire life. She frigged her slit faster and faster as she thought, Dear Lord, have mercy on me! This is so wrong! So debauched! I should be doing this just for him and his medical benefit, 'cos when I play with my pussy, it shows that I'm doing it for me too! But I can't stop. Can't stop! He told me to "worship" his cock with my tongue, and that's exactly what I'm doing!

And if I do, he'll SPANK ME! Oh no! That's the ultimate disrespect of parental authority! SO HOT! But that's 'cos I'm less his parent now, and more his personal sex toy! UNGH! HRRNG!

A couple of minutes passed. It was impossible to tell which of them was enjoying this experience more, because they were both flying so high.

Her head repeatedly tilted this way and that while sliding forward and back. She was going all out to give him maximum pleasure. Son, I love you so much! Can you feel it? Can you feel it with my tongue? Or with my lips sliding tightly over your incredible cock? Or with my fingers jacking all these thick inches of naughty son-cock? MMMM! Talking with Suzanne about serving this cock is too much fun, but actually doing it is ten times better!

And the spanking! Jesus, oh Jesus up in Heaven, please don't judge me harshly. How can I resist him when he talks about spanking me like that?! So hot! Too hot! Mmmm! Mmmm! Cock! In my mouth! I need to reward him! To worship this! I neeeed it!

She didn't want to pull off long enough to speak, so she mumbled around his shaft, "Thun, arr you gonnn thpanne me moah?"

She'd said, "Son, are you gonna spank me more?" but it was too muffled for him to understand.

So she reached back and slapped her own hip, to give him a better idea. Her tightly-suctioned lips continued their relentless sliding all the while. She wanted his cum now!

He finally got the hint. He bent down again and slapped her ass a few more times while saying, "Bad Mom! Bad Mommy! Bad mommies get spanked!"

Even though he could barely reach her ass, much less really whack it, those slaps, plus his inadvertent use of the word "Mommy," pushed her over the edge, giving her a great orgasm. She completely let go of his boner and played with both her slit and clit while her body shivered and shook.

For a minute or more, she gave him an excellent "hummer," because her lips hummed and trembled around his shaft. At times, she even screamed despite the fact her mouth was still crammed full.

Though it all, she was determined to never take his pole out of her mouth, and she succeeded in that. Soon enough, she was happily slurping, stroking, and licking it again. I am a bad mommy! Bad, bad mommy! When I cum like that, it shows my motives are all wrong. I have to be selfless. It's not about my pleasure; it's all about servicing his powerful cock!

She brought the hand that had been fingering her slit up to his balls, and she lovingly fondled them. Remember, my never-ending goal is to coax the billions of spermies out of these lovely things. Tiger suffers so much if they start to fill up. It really is a full time job for me helping him drain these dry over and over again, every single day. That's what I need to focus on doing from now on. Mmmm! Such is my yummy fate! Although, I can't forget Akami said it's not only about helping him cum many times a day, but keeping him riding on the edge of orgasmic nirvana for as long as possible too. My own possible orgasms don't even figure into it.

She was still playing with his balls, on top of her busy cock stroking and sucking. But ... that said ... I suppose there's no harm if I accidentally have one or two from time to time, is there? I get so worked up that it kind of can't be avoided.

Somehow, he sensed that she was stepping her efforts up yet another notch. He hadn't thought it was possible that she could do more to make him feel total sexual euphoria than she already was. Hot damn! Such a constant, intense, erotic buzz. Would fucking Mom feel even BETTER than this? The mind boggles!

She spent a long time sucking him. Suzanne had also told her a lot about deep throating earlier in the day and she tried her best to do it, but she couldn't get the hang of it at all. She had to give up again, although from time to time she experimented with swallowing enough of his shaft to begin **** and gagging on it. She certainly didn't want to get sick, but she thrilled to the idea that he was "forcing" her to **** on his thickness (when in fact he had no such intention, and couldn't understand why she kept doing that).

She also loved the mere sound of the **** and struggling. It made her feel like she was being totally dominated by his cock, and that she had **** but to suck and serve.