Surfer Girl: Part 1

Part 19 - Surfer Girl

Chapter 1

Alan was asleep within minutes, and got a good ten hours of rest that night.

He felt like a million bucks when his alarm woke him the next morning, and so did his dick. He looked back on his exciting experiences the day before, and then remembered bits of his dreams. Whoa! I actually had sex with Sis! Good God, it fucking lived up to the hype and then some! I can't wait to do that with her again and again and again!

But, now that I think about it, what's weird is that last night I had a pretty intense dream about fucking Ms. Rhymer. And now that I know what fucking is really like, that dream was so dang realistic and vivid! It was like I could feel the full pleasure of really pushing my dick inside her.

With all the great things going on at home with Mom and Sis and Aims and Aunt Suzy, why do I dream of Ms. Rhymer too? Am I that greedy? Aren't four total babes enough for anybody? I mean, true, I had other dreams about Sis and the others, but that one dream with Ms. Rhymer was, like, extra awesome.

Hmmm. I think maybe it's a reflection that things have been heating up in fourth period a LOT lately. Especially in the last few days. Yesterday was particularly weird, for crying out loud - my teacher was totally jilling herself with a Magic Marker while she was staring right at me! I swear she was! There's no other explanation. And then, when you consider how long I've been crushing on her, it seems like things are reaching some kind of peak with her or something.

What am I talking about here? She's my teacher! She'd never allow anything to happen. She'd get fired in a minute! But she keeps giving me this hungry look. And I'm probably looking at her the same way. I can't wait to find out what'll happen with her today! No wonder I fucked her so damn hard and long in my awesome dream.

But if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm NEVER gonna try to put a move on her. That would be stupid. Maybe she has some feelings for me, but she's not the kind to ever allow anything to happen with a student. She'd slap me and get all hurt and angry, and that would kill our special friendship. No, I've got PLENTY of other things to be happy about, starting with a lot more sister fucking! He chuckled to himself.

After he went through his morning rituals, he got the book bag in which he had the black paint and brushes and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower. The plan was to finish well in time for breakfast.

Katherine was surprisingly cooperative about it. Her worry about her parents catching them was great enough for her to stay quiet and not tease or tempt him, so they finished with time to spare.

When it was done and he was alone again, he thought, Man, I'm so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Ron knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free; that was a close one!

No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Ron about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own, 'cos I'm not going back into that supply closet. Hopefully her paint job will hold up well enough to last through the day.

Alone in the bathroom, Alan masturbated as he showered. He had no shortage of inspiration, because he mentally relived what he and his sister had done the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. Together those helped him unload a torrent of cum in the shower.

After both Alan and Katherine left for school and Ron left for work - his vacation at home wasn't much of a vacation for him or his family - Suzanne came over as usual and joined Susan for their daily exercise regimen.

Susan was proud of herself that she'd gone all of Thursday without any inappropriate touching of her son. However, her urges were building inexorably. Given what had happened on Tuesday, Suzanne seemingly managed to bring every private conversation she had with Susan around to a discussion of Alan and his ever needy erection. She was so subtle that Susan never realized how Suzanne was deliberately goading and tempting her at every turn.

This day, Susan burned off her sexual frustration by attacking the exercise machines with unusual vigor. By the time they were all done, she felt like a limp noodle. She hardly talked to Suzanne, because she was so sexually frustrated and every topic tended to remind her of her frustrations.

After Suzanne left, Susan went back to her bedroom and took a nap, something she hardly ever did. She slept and dreamed.

The dream started out as a replay of what had really happened that morning at breakfast. Ron was busy reading his usual Investor's Business Daily newspaper while Katherine and Alan gobbled down the big breakfasts Susan had prepared for them. Ever the dutiful housewife, she was constantly coming and going to the kitchen to serve everyone else's needs. It was a wonder she found time to eat her breakfast with them as well.

So this was exactly how it was in her dream, except that she was wearing an outrageously sexy and revealing nightgown. The gown was semi-transparent, not to mention open to the waist, but neither Alan nor Katherine found this in the least bit strange. Whether Ron would have been shocked was unknown because he was so absorbed in his newspaper that he wasn't paying any attention to the others.

She looked down and realized that both her breasts were mostly hanging out of her gown, but it was cut in such a way that there was really nothing she could do about it.

At first she didn't even realize it was a dream and not reality, because things somehow seemed like they were supposed to be. She continued performing her usual morning rituals and duties in a bewildered daze.

Then when she brought Alan his usual fruit and bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, he started to feel her up. Not surprisingly, his hands homed in on her 38G rack.

She stood there blushing while he groped at her bare chest.

He said casually, as if he did this all the time around Ron, "Mom, I'm checking to make sure you're following the rules."

She whispered worriedly, "The rules?"

"Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His food temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands.

Her mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would lower the paper. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign there was someone alive on the other side of it was the sight of some fingertips holding up the paper and the sounds of a bagel being chewed.

Time seemed to pass for her at a glacial pace. But her boobs were as sensitive in her dreams as in real life, so her arousal rose to nearly unbearable levels. She finally looked back down at her son and whispered almost inaudibly, "Tiger, it's been a few minutes, at least. I think you have your answer already!"

Alan spoke back without making any effort at keeping his voice down. "True. At least about your tits. Let's check your pussy." One of his hands dropped down to the front of her crotch, and the other reached around to her ass. Two of his fingers pushed deep into her slit, which was already moist and eager. All his fondling in front and back kept her gown elevated and her entire front exposed. It was a near miracle that her gown managed to cling to her shoulders and stay on at all (not that it covered much in any case).

After all this time, Susan remembered that Katherine would also be eating breakfast with them. In fact, Katherine wasn't in the dream yet, but she materialized just in time for Susan to look over at her.

Katherine seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening, and just kept chomping away on her kiwi fruit. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view, so she repeatedly looked over at what Alan was doing.

By this time, Susan had her hands behind her head, as if she were under arrest. It occurred to her that Alan hadn't told her to strike that humiliating pose, but she'd done it on her own, perhaps because he inspected her like this every morning.

Even as Alan probed her pussy and ass, Susan whispered to her daughter, "Angel, what's happening here?! Don't you find what Tiger's doing to me a bit ... odd?!"

Katherine giggled. "Odd? Mom, you're the odd one today. Brother is just doing his usual underwear check. He's checked me twice already this morning, and he made me cum both times! See?" She was wearing a gown held closed by a sash, and without getting up she opened the sash and exposed herself from her neck to her knees. Sure enough, she was unencumbered by any underwear.

She leered at Alan. "Hey Bro, you wanna check me again?" Like Alan, she wasn't trying to keep her voice down at all. She added in a sultry purr, "With your special prober, perhaps?"

He winked at his sister. "Maybe later. Aunt Suzy gave the prober a pretty good workout last night. Besides, I think I'm gonna be checking Mom for a while. I might even give her a 'special check' right across the table!"

Katherine just grinned and went back to eating her oatmeal, while leaving her gown wide open.

Susan found all of these disturbing events to be terribly arousing. She thought, Oh no! Not the special check! God knows I love it, but not in front of Ron! She realized that in this dream world, Alan fucked her every day, and he didn't care who saw them at it.

Her gash was gushing, thanks to Alan's continued fingering. The squishy sounds his fingers were making seemed to fill the entire room, and even drowned out the sounds of eating. She knew that if she didn't get him to stop soon, she'd cum, and cum hard. She was certain the resulting scream would wake the dead. It would certainly serve to clue Ron in.

So she whispered urgently, "Tiger, please! No! That's enough!"

He frowned. "Enough? Mom, I don't like your attitude. Blow me."

"What?! How DARE you talk to your mother that way!" Since the others weren't whispering, her voice was growing louder and louder too. Yet even though she was trying to act defiant, she still kept her hands behind her head.

"Mom, I'm not going to warn you twice. Blow me now, or I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking." He looked like he was ready to do it.

Her mouth gaped like a fish. At first she rejected the idea of a blowjob out of hand. But she weighed her options and decided that if she had any chance of saving her marriage by miraculously keeping Ron oblivious, the blowjob was the lesser of two very horrible options. The loud ass slaps of a spanking would alert anyone who wasn't completely deaf to what was happening.

While she was making up her mind, Alan tugged on her gown and kept tugging until her gown fell to the floor.

Susan immediately bent down to pick it up, but before she could, Katherine snatched it away. Susan then reached out for it, but Katherine crumpled it into a ball and held it away like she was protecting the ball during a basketball game.

"Naughty, naughty, Mom," Katherine chided her. "You know the rules in this house. Cocksucking Alan is always done completely naked. How many hundred times has Aunt Suzy told you that? Sheesh!"

Susan was feeling frantic. There was a part of her that wanted to blow Alan so much she could almost literally taste it, but a greater part of her was scared to **** because Ron was right there. It seemed like she was sucking her son's cock very often indeed, so she didn't understand how her husband could be so oblivious.

Since at that moment Alan was busy eating his oatmeal, she decided to try and slip away upstairs without anyone noticing.

However, she'd only managed to lower her arms and take a step or two away from the breakfast table when she felt two feminine hands on her butt.

It was Katherine, standing behind her. She said, "Mom, now where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I thought I'd, er, go powder my nose first."

Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely derriere. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd seriously think there's something wrong with you. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy from swallowing too much of Brother's sperm last night? Again?! Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!"

Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at the large bulge in his shorts and grew angry, mostly at herself. Look at that! Tiger's cock needs draining and here I am, traipsing and gallivanting about like I've got something more important to do! My role is to suck! And to stroke! And to SERVE!

Those thoughts brought a sense of calm relief. It was almost as if this weird world was starting to make sense again. Her proper role in life was to serve her son sexually, and thinking otherwise, even temporarily, was the reason her head hurt.

However, Ron's presence was still terrifying her. She said to Katherine, "No, I'm good, Angel. Of course I'm his toy." She shivered with delight upon saying that. "But maybe Tiger and I could get more comfortable if we retired to my bedroom?"

"No, Mom. Do it here." Katherine gave Susan's butt cheek an encouraging slap, and propelled her in Alan's direction. "It's important to remind everyone all the time who the REAL man of the house is."

Just then, Susan heard and saw Ron's newspaper ruffle. Perhaps shaken from his stupor by the loud slapping sound, he was bringing the paper down to reach for the bottle of orange juice in the middle of the dining table.

Susan immediately ducked down below the table edge before Ron could see her standing there in the buff.

Katherine and Alan immediately took advantage of her movement to position her head over Alan's lap. Katherine swatted Susan on the ass to scoot her forward.

Alan, meanwhile, put his hands on her head and guided her in close. Susan couldn't remember it happening, but somehow his shorts had come off, leaving him naked from the waist down. "There's my cock, Mom. You know what to do, and it's what you do best. Suck!"

Chapter 2

Susan was horrified, but at the same time her lips were drawn to his bobbing erection like a magnet. It just felt right and even necessary to suck on it. If Ron happened to be there and figured out what was happening, then so be it. Alan obviously was the naturally superior man here. But just before her mouth closed in on his dick, she complained loudly, "No fair! Two on one!"

Then her tongue made contact with his dick and it was like some internal circuit had been activated. She thought she'd been incredibly aroused before, but that was nothing compared to her level of arousal now. Her pussy tingled and throbbed, and her rock-hard nipples cried out for attention. But most of all, she was in love with the big erection that was sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. Every touch of her tongue or lips on it felt so good that it was like another mini-orgasm. She brought her hands up to assist with pleasuring the base, and stroking it made her cunt gush and cream even more.

She thought, I have no idea what's going on. But I know I love to suck my son's cock! I'll just worry about giving him the maximum joy, and let my children worry about Ron. Mmmm! Although, I should probably not be too loud and slurpy. Mmmm!

In reality, Susan's desire to suck her son had been growing to nearly unbearable levels ever since that fateful Tuesday, and now she had her chance. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once on his pole, because there were so many techniques she wanted to use on him. Hearing him moan in pleasure in response was the sweetest music she'd ever heard.

But just when she really started to get into it, she heard Ron say, "What was that, honey? Did you say something to me?" Apparently he was responding to her far too loud "No fair! Two on one!" comment some moments before. Or he might have heard her increasingly urgent sexual "Mmmm!" noises.

Susan wasn't sure if any part of her body was above the table edge, but she suspected the top of her head or her ass might be. She tried to duck down further as best she could, and in the process of bringing her head down, her son's dick went deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was almost deep throating it. Lewd gurgling noises came out of her mouth as she nearly choked. But she managed to readjust a bit, and then lovingly slather his shaft with her saliva.

Ron asked, "Susan? Did you hear me?" His voice sounded unconcerned and distracted. It seemed that, against all odds, he hadn't noticed anything suspicious and was back to reading his Investor's Business Daily. However, he did apparently still expect an answer from her.

Susan hoped that Alan would say something so she wouldn't have to, but he seemed totally happy and didn't say a word. In fact, as she breathlessly waited while her lips bobbed up and down, he raised the stakes still further by pulling his shirt off, leaving himself completely naked, just like her. Then he calmly went back to drinking his orange juice and eating his sliced pineapple.

The danger was so great that she wanted to cry, and some tears did roll down her cheeks and drop to the floor. It seemed as if it were practically a life or **** matter that she say something soon, because if Ron figured out what was happening that would cause an enormous scene and she wouldn't get to swallow Alan's spermy load. But she was loving the blowjob too much to stop, even for a few moments. So, with about three of Alan's eight inches inside her lips, she just moaned, "Mmmm-hmmm."

Ron seemed to miss the sexual quality of the moan, and said, "You know, dear, I have to say, I'm surprised."

Susan panicked. Oh shit! Here it comes! He's finally caught on! She sucked and licked with all her heart. Her long hair flew about as her head bobbed up and down madly, because she was certain this would be the last time she could ever blow her son. She even played with his balls with both hands, hoping to get him to cum right away. She felt as if all her problems would somehow go away, or at least be rendered meaningless, if her son blasted a big, creamy load right on her face.

But incredibly, Ron merely said, "Yep. I'm just amazed at what a great job you did with the landscaping while I was gone. Just look at those hedges over there. Alan, was that your mother's idea to clip them like that?"

"It sure was, Father!" Alan's reply was unusually passionate and loud due to what Susan was doing to him with her lips, tongue, and both hands.

Ron said, "I'm not surprised. Susan, you've definitely got a green thumb. And honey, what about the lawn? Is it my imagination or did you reseed it?"

Susan thought, Oh crap! How am I supposed to talk?! I suppose I could just pull off my Tiger's tasty meat, but it's just too good! Mmmm! This is where I belong, with my nose in his pubic hair and my tongue lapping against his sweet spot. Mmmm, yeah! I just have to cum, I need to cum, and I'm gonna cum!

She wanted to talk, she really did, but instead her head kept going up and down, up and down, up and down. Her heart beat louder as the seconds slowly passed. Finally, she decided that a muffled mumble was better than no response at all. In between her increasingly loud moans, she managed to say, "I we-theeded ehh. Mmmm!"

"What was that?" Ron asked.

Katherine saved the day, saying, "She said she reseeded it, Dad." But then she giggled and added, "She really likes seed. In fact I think she's going to get some more seed very soon. Aren't you, Mom?" That resulted in another burst of giggles.

**** to speak again, Susan could only manage another even more emphatic "MMMM!" In a way, it was a good thing she couldn't say more, because she felt a strong desire to say, "Oh yes! Mommy needs a lot of seed! Tiger's yummy spermy seed!"

Her hands were tugging on Alan's balls and she was plunging her mouth up and down the entire length of his rod now, swallowing about four inches with each downwards pass. Four was amazing for her, considering that she couldn't deep throat him in real life. She'd decided that she had to get him to cum as soon as possible, as that might bring an end to her dangerous humiliation, plus she just really needed to taste his seed. So she was using every trick she knew to get him to blow.

An improbably oblivious Ron continued, "You know, now that I'm at it, there are a lot of nice changes since I was here last, inside the house and out. You're just too good to me, honey." He sniffed the air. "The only thing I'm not crazy about is the smell. This place smells different. Susan dear, are you using a new air freshener?"

Katherine answered, "Actually, Dad, that was something Alan came up with on his own. In fact, it was about the same time he started working on a big seeding project in Mom's garden. He's really, really busy in her garden, in fact. He's planted so much seed in her, uh, garden, that she's just PREGNANT with anticipation to see what'll pop out." She snickered.

Susan wanted to add, "It'll take us about nine months to get the results!" But she was too busy bobbing up and down on cock. She started snickering at Ron's cluelessness too, but it was hard to tell, given the way her lips were loudly smacking and slurping.

"Oh really?" Ron asked with only marginal interest. "And just who's paying for all this?"

"Alan. He just kind of stuck it to Mom. He stuck it to me too. But he was so passionate about it that we both just kind of swallowed it. Now we both like it and can't get enough of it. All this planting of his seed in our gardens." She chortled back a laugh.

Ron said, "Oh. Well, that explains things. Alan, I appreciate your efforts, but it's best to leave the domestic stuff to the ladies. And Susan, please try a different brand of air freshener. This smell, well, it's decidedly odd."

Katherine was trying to hold back her giggles, but she appeared to be on the verge of a massive giggle fit. It didn't help that she added, "Actually, Dad, I don't think you can be too hard on Mom. Alan's been hard on her already. She had a big load to deal with. In fact, I think she's about to deal with another very big load today. Any time now, in fact!" She tittered and snorted. She looked down at her mother, whose cheek was actually bulging out with the shape of Alan's cockhead each time it approached her lips.

Katherine reached out and caressed the bulge on Susan's cheek, and Susan paused to let her daughter give it a prolonged feel. Somehow, that only amused Katherine more, while it took Susan to even higher orgasmic heights.

Susan tried to push her son's cockhead deeper into her cheek, hoping to create an even bigger bulge for Katherine to caress. It worked, and for a few seconds it seemed like her daughter was jacking off her son's dick right through her cheek, even as her tongue danced all over it inside her mouth!

"Don't get me wrong," Ron said, "I appreciate everything she does for the family..."

Susan couldn't hear any more because her efforts finally paid off and Alan started to climax into her mouth. It was a mighty flood, and because this was a dream, the amount was not bounded by real physical limitations. But not only was there a flood of cum gushing and squirting into her mouth and down her chin, but there was an unstoppable orgasmic flood of joy washing over her like a tidal wave, threatening to subsume her and drown her in bliss.

Despite the fact that Susan's mouth seemed crammed full with a tree trunk of an erection, she somehow found herself screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew the gig had to be up by now (and in fact she couldn't possibly figure out how Ron hadn't been clued in already, since she still wasn't consciously aware that this was all just a crazy dream of hers), but her erotic high was so intense that she had no control over what she did.

Finally, it was done and there was no turning back. Alan had emptied his balls into her stomach while she had alerted Ron, and the rest of the entire neighborhood, to her adulterous and sinful acts with her piercing screams. Despite the fact that she'd swallowed so much of his jism, there was still more of it all over her face, as apparently she'd pulled off at some point during her screaming while Alan had kept shooting and shooting on her. He'd unloaded about twenty times his normal amount.

She was too tired to clean herself off, and in any case there was no point in hiding what she'd done. She raised herself up from her humiliating position on all fours beneath the table and stood there in the nude, ready to face her husband's wrath.

All was silent while Ron stared at her with a curious expression. He crooked an eyebrow and said, "Susan, what's gotten into you? You're acting damnably odd this morning." Yet his voice lacked passion. It was like he was complaining about something inconsequential such as having a bad hair day. He stared right at her, but showed no reaction to the rivulets of cum dripping down her face and streaming down her chest as well. He didn't react to her nakedness either.

She tried to wipe her face clean of the simply ridiculous amounts of cum there in an obviously futile effort to hide the evidence. But there was just too much. Her face ended up with plenty of pearly white goo on it, and her hands were now covered too. Cum was dripping everywhere, and she was afraid to make a big mess on the floor, so she started wiping her hands on her legs. That helped, so she went back to her face for more. The only problem was, now she found herself really getting into smearing the cum all over her skin. She wiped still more of it across her tummy, and caressed her massive tits with her cummy hands.

Good God! My son is so virile! With this much spermy goodness, he's gonna knock me up for sure! It's everywhere! Look at my tits and legs - they're shiny and gooey, like a glazed donut! How is it that Ron doesn't seem to see or care?

Then, just as she'd made some progress cleaning her face, Alan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her nude body down onto his lap. "I'll take care of this, Father."

Susan found herself staring at the floor with her ass in the air, splayed across her son's lap. There was no doubt he was still erect, as she could feel his hot steely bar pressing into her fair skin. Now that she was pointing towards the floor, the remaining cum seemed to sluice off her in buckets. Ever the homemaker, she idly wondered how difficult it would be to clean up the mess.

Alan's hands were fondling her all over as he said, "You know, Father, while you've been gone, I've discovered that sometimes Mom gets out of line. Like that totally rude scream she just made, for instance. I've found that nothing gets her back on track faster than a good spanking." He brought an open palm down and swatted her hard on the butt.

Susan couldn't see anything except the floor, but she heard Ron say, "Good. Very good, Son. I'm glad to hear you have things well in hand here. To be honest, I worry about your mother while I'm overseas. But it seems that's unnecessary."

Alan raised his hand up high and swung it down for an even harder spanking. The slapping sound filled the room. Then he plunged two fingers back into her cunt and groped her dangling breasts with his other hand. "Nope, Father. I've got things under control. I try to be the man of the house when you're not here. Mom needs to be spanked regularly, or she tends to forget her place. Plus, she sucks my cock with more vigor when I remind her I'm in charge. In fact, I've found Sis responds well to the same treatment. She always sucks my cock with more passion after she's had a really hard spanking. I usually spank both of them for some reason or another once or twice a day at the very least."

Susan thought, Well, he's gone and done it now! Maybe Ron is somehow blind, but he's not deaf as well. Oh God! It's so HOT! Tiger's right - I love it when he takes charge!

Alan let loose with another loud swat.

"Excellent," Ron said, still with an almost bored tone. "Nothing can take the place of a firm hand. And I see you've marked your territory by cumming on her face. I assume you're taking good care of my marital duties in the sack, as well? I worry about her straying with all kinds of random men, and there's no way a man like me can keep her satisfied."

"No need to worry, Father. I'm literally on top of it. I fuck Mom's cunt good and hard every single day. Just listen: Mom, who owns your pussy?"

Susan was too insanely aroused to cry, but she said in an emotionally tortured voice, "Ron, I'm so sorry. You know that I love you, but ... Tiger, you do! I'm your slut and you know it!"

Ron whistled appreciatively, sounding genuinely pleased. "Wow! Impressive!"

Alan explained, "I keep her pussy and mouth so pumped full of my cum that she practically sloshes around like a water balloon when she walks. She's so well fucked that she never even THINKS about random men. In fact, I've been boning her regularly even while you're here, just to be on the safe side."

"That's my boy! Son, I'm proud of you. I guess I'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom from now on. I hope you're not neglecting Suzanne?"

"Oh, definitely not! She's just as sexy and stacked as Mom, so she's got my sperm leaking out of all her holes all the time too."

"Excellent," Ron said, like he'd just read a promising stock report. "That's how a real man of the house does it."

Susan was flabbergasted at Ron's attitude. She thought for certain that she was going to lose her mind completely. Just then, Alan took his breast-fondling hand and brought it around for another powerful butt slap. At the same time, his probing fingers stayed within her cunt, and the combination of his thrusting, spanking, and groping, not to mention his hot dick burning into her skin, drove her to such a dizzying high that she thought the walls were melting.

As an orgasm to end all orgasms welled up inside her, she thought, I can't believe it! Tiger is in complete control! Ron realizes his place: bringing home the money, so all my Tiger has to do is stay at home and fuck me and his sister into oblivion! And I also have to realize my proper place: to serve! I know my purpose, and it's to serve my son's mighty cock, morning, noon, and night! It's unstoppable! I'm nothing but his big-titted plaything! Resistance is useless! Fuck my cunt next, Son. Fuck your mommy good!

At that, Susan woke up.

Chapter 3

After Susan awoke, she remained disoriented for quite some time. For one thing, even though her dream was wildly improbable, she had been convinced it was real until she opened her eyes to the harsh light of day. It took her some moments to piece together that she was lying on her bed and that she'd been taking a midday nap.

For another thing, although it was only a dream, she'd had a very real and very powerful climax. She'd been having seemingly countless erotic dreams in recent weeks, but she hadn't ever really had a wet dream, and hadn't realized that women her age could still have them. And even though she'd been doing nothing but sleeping, when she woke up she was sweaty all over as if she'd just run a race. Even her legs and arms were trembling.

She was very grateful that her period had ended. It would have been embarrassing to have to deal with the resulting mess.

She staggered to the bathroom and had a long cold shower to help clear her head.

When it was over she felt a lot better, but she also felt extremely disturbed by her strange dream. She immediately balled up her bed sheets and tossed them into the laundry basket, since the large wet spot on her bed reminded her of how she'd felt during the dream.

Trying to pretend there was nothing wrong, she painted her fingernails, a calming post-shower ritual for her. While she did that, as she stared at them, she thought, I'm so glad I followed Suzanne's advice and cut them way down the other day. Before, they could be dangerously sharp. But now they're just the right cock-stroking length. Uh, I mean, member-stroking length. Darnation, I have to stop calling it a cock. Erection, there's a good word. That's very technically correct, since it's erect and throbbing with need most of the time. Now, when I hold my son's erection, I can stroke it and not worry about damaging him. And when I fondle his balls...

Dear me! I'm at it again. I really have to stop these lewd and sinful thoughts. I need help! My dream was beyond sinful; it was seriously disturbed!

She did what she'd always done when she needed comfort and advice: she called Suzanne.

Lying on top of her newly replaced bed sheets with nothing but a towel wrapped around her voluptuous body, she spoke into the phone. "Suzanne? Are you there? I need your advice!"

Suzanne was in her private office at her house, typing on her computer. When she had spare time she liked to work there on her financial investments. "Yes, I'm here, my friend. I'm a little bit involved at the moment, but you always come first. What's up?"

"Suzanne, it was horrible! I just had the most depraved and disturbed dream of my entire life! Well, that's not entirely true. I've had some pretty disturbed dreams in the last week or two, but this one was right up there. But it seemed even more REAL than usual! And, well, I don't know how to say this, but I ended up all wet."

"You wet your bed?"

"Well, not like that..."

"You're sweaty?"

"Yes, there is that, but that's not the main thing..."

Suzanne concluded, "It was a sexual dream. You're wet that way. To be blunt, you had a climax in your sleep."

Susan shamefully confessed, "Yes. Dear goodness yes! There's something terribly wrong with me! At my age, to be having powerful wet dreams like this! It's wrong! It's a sin!"

"Calm down, Susan. I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems. Alan has that effect on women; it's only natural."

"You know it's about him?!"

Suzanne chuckled. "But of course. All your strange dreams lately have been about him, haven't they? Why don't you start from the beginning and tell me all about this one?"

"I can't!"

Suzanne spoke like a chiding mother. "Susan! We've been over this. You need to tell me your dream, and that's that. It'll be therapeutic."

So Susan described the dream in great detail. Her plan was to describe it in a clinical and dispassionate manner, like a psychologist dissecting it for meaning. She did start out that way, but as she got into the spirit of it, she naturally grew increasingly heated and passionate.

Suzanne helped by asking questions that seemed to be neutral, but somehow pushed her buttons and made her even more aroused.

Before long, Susan was so carried away that she was inventing new details that weren't even in the original dream. The dream memory had started to fade, forcing her to make up some parts to cover the fuzzy areas.

Suzanne didn't help her even a bit to keep calm - as per her overall plan, she took advantage of every opportunity to break down Susan's sexual barriers, and this was a golden one, not to be missed. Suzanne's questions started to become increasingly blatant and enthusiastic, like, "And was he groping your big tits? I hope he was. Did he give them a really good squeeze and knead them like he owned them?"

"Oh God! Dear God, yes he was! It was exactly like he owned them, in fact. And he even played with them while he spanked me! Isn't that wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Remember, you need to readjust your attitude to help with his treatment. Please continue. Did it feel good, the way he was pulling on your nipples?"

"So good! So good!"

And so they continued like this. Even Suzanne found herself getting really hot and bothered.

Susan had erred badly by calling her friend while dressed in just a towel (although, subconsciously, it probably wasn't an accident). It only took a minute or so before the towel had opened and her hands were roaming all over her body. Before long, the towel was on the floor and her fingers were pulling on her clit.

She was a woman in serious need of a dildo. However, there was no way she'd have the gumption to walk into a store and buy one, or even ask Suzanne for one, so she had to make do with her fingers.

Finally, after some more powerful orgasms, Susan's body was so sore and exhausted from too many orgasms in too short a time that she reached a more contemplative mental state. The explanation of the dream now done, she started to raise more serious concerns about it.

"Suzanne, I'm such a bad person. Horrible! Twisted! Sick! Evil! What kind of wife treats her husband like that?! I cuckolded him with his own son!"

"Susan, may I remind you that it was only a dream?"

"It wasn't really. It was an exaggeration, yes, but is it so far off from real life? Maybe this is some kind of prophecy! I mean, I HAVE sucked my Tiger off more than once. And the other day I was strutting around naked while you jacked him off, right in Ron's bedroom! It can hardly get any worse than that!"

Suzanne stated, "Let me remind you that, first, you were appropriately covered in a towel most of the time, not strutting around naked. Sweetie hardly had a chance to stare at your sopping-wet pussy for more than a minute or two, tops. Not counting your naked hug, of course. Second, that's your bedroom, not Ron's. Given that he's gone eleven months of the year, you can't say he lives here in any sense of the word. You'd have to look hard to find any Navy wives who see their husbands less than you do."

Susan sighed. "Be that as it may, you have to admit the dream does have some basis in reality. And things are getting worse all the time! Who knows what it'll be like in a month! Maybe this is some kind of terrifying nightmare preview of my life to come!"

"Nightmare?" Suzanne asked skeptically. "Most people don't pass out repeatedly from multiple orgasms in their nightmares."

Susan whimpered helplessly at that.

Suzanne confidently continued, "Anyhow, let's look at this rationally. You're feeling a lot of irrational guilt over your assistance with Sweetie's treatment. Plus, you just found out that Ron is almost certainly repeatedly cheating on you. You're bound to feel **** animosity towards him over that alone. Since you're such a nice and polite person, those feelings are sublimated and come out in dreams. As if that isn't enough, you're also finding out that your son is a total sexual stud with a seemingly endless need to cum, and an erection that just won't quit. If you add that all up, I'd say it's almost inevitable that you'd dream about him cuckolding Ron. You're letting out your desire for **** in a harmless way, through dreams. If I were a psychologist, I wouldn't be worried that you're having dreams like that; I'd be more worried if you WEREN'T having dreams like that."

"Really?! Really truly? How do you figure?"

"Susan, what is the purpose of a dream? They serve many purposes, but one is to sort of straighten out our emotional knots while we're sleeping. You know, some other societies take dreams a lot more seriously than we do, and they put them to good use." She brought up a real example that served her purposes nicely. "I read about this one tribe on some Pacific Island that has virtually no **** or violent crime. You know how they do it?"

"How?"

"When a person has a problem, he or she goes to the shaman and describes it. The shaman then tells that person to act out their violent impulses in dreams. They do, and as a result they lose the urge to do it in real life. It's the same in your dream. Of course you're not going to blow Sweetie at the breakfast table while Ron is reading the newspaper. That's just absurd. You're going to blow him elsewhere, when Ron is not around. Repeatedly. Daily. But for a variety of reasons, most especially your husband's cheating, but also his very serious and prolonged neglect and indifference towards your marriage, you have this fantasy of doing it with your husband right there. So I say, you need to have MORE dreams and fantasies like that. Let all those poisonous feelings OUT, like lancing a boil!"

"Really? So you're saying the dream was a good thing? I'm not a horrible sinner and despicable wife?"

"Of course not. You're the nicest, kindest person I know. This is just a phase you're going through. It's a good and necessary thing."

"Should I talk to Ron about it?"

"Dear God, no! Just like all your assistance in giving Sweetie handjobs and blowjobs, what Ron doesn't know won't hurt him."

"But I'm confused. If I were to do those kinds of things, doesn't that mean I really AM cuckolding him?"

"Not at all! Because Alan is your son, and it's for medically necessary reasons. Context is everything."

"But ... It still feels wrong and sinful. The truth is, I rarely even think about those medical reasons anymore. I think about doing it just for the sake of doing it! Sometimes, I find myself ... salivating ... just thinking about doing it! Isn't that disgusting?"

"Susan, that's natural too. The more you enjoy it, the better off everyone will be. Would you prefer hating it? Does that make any sense, to want to hate it?"

"Well, no, not exactly ... But what about if I have these same kinds of ideas and fantasies when I'm awake, like in a daydream? For instance, I have to admit I got pretty aroused just when I was describing the dream to you." She guiltily looked down at her still cummy hand. She'd wiped it against the sheets, but hadn't gotten everything.

Suzanne replied, "I'm not surprised. I got all hot and bothered just hearing about it. The thing is, you're learning you have a very sexually virile and well-hung son. You're trying to figure out, 'How do I square my new role as obedient, always wet and ready, big-titted cock stroker and cocksucker for my strong and demanding son with my old role as faithful wife to my nice but sexually weak and poorly endowed husband?' Am I correct?"

"Well, that sounds harsh, and rather vulgar. But if you put it that way, I suppose there's maybe some-"

Suzanne cut her off. "Okay, then. Naturally, you're going to be in an emotional jumble making that kind of transition. Add to that your unusually strict and conservative upbringing, and it's no surprise that you're having fevered and bizarre dreams. But it will pass."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. I took a class called 'Understanding Dreams' in college. Do you remember me telling you about that?"

Susan did remember. "Yeah."

"You see then? This is all basic stuff and very common. Don't worry!"

"And what about this strange submissive aspect? In my dream, I called myself his toy. I think Angel called me his sexual plaything too. Now, you have to admit THAT is messed up. Right?"

"Actually, no. When a woman comes into close contact with a naturally superior, well-endowed male like your son is, it's common to have feelings of submissiveness. It's instinctual for a female to want to please her mate, and the more desirable the mate, the more she wants to please him. Don't worry; you'll get used to it."

Suzanne thought, I'm really laying it on thick, constantly talking Sweetie up to be the world's greatest super stud. And not only that, but I feel like I'm setting women's liberation back a couple hundred years. But hey, I know which of her buttons to press, and that kind of talk will get her wet every time.

Sure enough, Susan's voice was growing increasingly ragged. "Do you mean Tiger is my mate?"

"For the limited purposes of you regularly stroking and sucking him to orgasmic satisfaction, then yes."

Susan let out a sexy groan. "Oh God! I don't know ... That sounds so improper ... So what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, I think the more you resist your new role with helping him, the longer you're going to remain in an emotionally conflicted state. I suggest you put more effort into giving him visual stimulation, and also tactile stimulation as soon as you're ready for it."

Susan griped, "Awww. Does that mean I have to wear high heels more often?"

"You know it does. When your feet hurt, just remember how good it feels when his cock stretches your mouth wide open."

Susan let out a sexy moan. She was frustrated that it had been so long she could hardly remember how that felt.

Sensing victory, Suzanne's talk grew more blatant. "I could really use the help, you know. My hands and mouth get tired stroking and sucking, up and down and up and down, over and over. It just seems to never end, all that jacking and licking and guzzling of yummy cum. I get downright exhausted!"

Susan's heart beat faster. "But what about Ron? I mean, he's a good husband. I like him a lot."

"Is he? Ron, the 'gone all but a few weeks out of the year while he sleeps around in skanky old Thailand' Ron? That Ron? And I noticed you say you 'like him a lot, ' not that you love him with every fiber of your being. What happened to love?"

That hit Susan hard. She didn't know how to respond.

Suzanne's voice grew more commanding and insistent. "The fact is, your marriage is in disrepair. You've done all you could and been a model housewife, almost too good a housewife. I keep telling you, you don't need to act like a servant. Well, at least not to Ron."

She thought about how hard she should push Susan's submissive tendencies, and decided not to run with the servant idea, at least for now. "But in any case, his absence, neglect, and cheating have brought things to a crisis point. But now is not the time to act. Not quite. As I keep saying, wait until we get the results about STDs as a first step. We got the blood sample from him using the ruse about him needing a physical, which is good. That was clever of you. Now we have to wait for the results to come in. Your marital problems have been so long in coming that waiting a little longer will make no difference."

Susan was indecisive. "Well..."

"And in the meantime, keep having your funky, bizarre dreams and fantasies! Seriously. Think of it as lancing a mental boil, just like what those Pacific Islanders do. The more you do it, the more you picture yourself sexually assisting your son, the better. Just continue to keep me in the loop, and especially tell me everything you can remember about your dreams. If they start to turn into something you should actually worry about, I'll let you know."

"Okay. I'll try that. And I guess I'll just wait with seriously talking to Ron. But as far as Tiger goes, I'm too weirded out to be able to help you with his daily target anytime soon, I think. I mean, my feelings for him are so strong. Too strong. I think a cooling off period can only be a good thing. Not to mention, Ron won't be here that long. This is just a short and unexpected trip for him, so I should hold out at least until he leaves. Regardless of the medical reasons, it's just basic respect to not do it when he's here."

Suzanne shrugged. She actually was impressed at Susan's attempt to remain at least somewhat loyal to Ron, even if it was misguided. "Suit yourself, then. But don't be surprised if other women pick up some of the slack in your absence. Six times a day is just too much for any one woman, and my jaw and hands are about to fall off!"

That upset Susan. "Like, who?!"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm just saying things happen sometimes."

The phone call wound down after some more chit-chat and eventually came to an end.

When it was over, Suzanne sat in her office practically bursting with delight. I'd say that call went well! Hee-hee-hee! I'll admit I do feel kind of bad about all but brainwashing Susan with my advice, but it's for her own good. She was brainwashed before with her prudish ways, and breaking all those years of religious mumbo-jumbo requires some pretty powerful counter-programming. Soon all of us will be living in a sexual heaven on Earth, just as soon as we can break down all of her mental walls and Ron takes a hike!