This Magic Moment: Part 1

Part 49: This Magic Moment

Chapter 1: (Day 58: Tuesday, November 12)

Alan had to walk home after school, because his mother had rushed Katherine and him to class that morning. After all the shenanigans with the cheerleaders, he actually enjoyed the respite provided by the walk, which gave him a rare chance to be alone and think.

It's amazing that I'm only halfway through Tuesday. How will my dick ever make it to Saturday? It's a good thing that the SA-Club meeting at Kim's was canceled this week, 'cos there's only so much it can take. He chuckled to himself. And I've got another appointment with Akami on Friday too. Phew! That'll be hot, for sure.

His thoughts drifted to his last sexual encounter with Akami, and he clearly pictured in his mind one moment when Akami had been standing with her back to him. For some reason that particular image had stuck in his mind, as it showed what a terrific body she had. Man alive! Akami is soooo fine! Sure, she's not as ridiculously curvy as Mom is, but she still has a great, fit body. Plus, I can fuck her anytime I want. And I have! And it was GREAT!

Hot damn, life is good! I'm getting way worked up, just thinking about plunging my hot cock into her, over and over and over again! Phew! So tight, so intense! A total friction blast! If I could only do that to Mom ... Or Aunt Suzy ... Oh, Jesus! I just know my auntie would be the greatest fuck ever! Except fucking Mom would be even better! Hell, I can't compare. Both would be off the charts!

But dammit, what about balance? I need balance in my life! I can almost hear the sound of my grades in free fall, like a carton of a dozen eggs splattering on the ground. I've got a couple of big tests Friday, and I haven't even started to study for them. Then there's studying for the S.A.T.s and applying to colleges, which I haven't even started. Not to mention the Boy Scouts hiking trip coming up soon. How can I possibly juggle it all?

I sure as hell can't start getting responsible now. I've got a super stiff hard-on already thinking about what's gonna happen with Mom when I get home.

I mean, everything I'm doing and thinking is sexual in some way or another. Why, the sheer amount of juice I've been drinking lately so my dick won't run out of cum - it's insane. And now, whenever Mom says, "Tiger, would you like another glass of juice," it takes on a whole new meaning. I imagine her patiently waiting for it to run through my system so she can suck it out of me! And I get so aroused by that. I'm at the point that being handed a glass to drink is actually arousing. Every fucking single thing is arousing! I'm going to flunk out of everything in life, except getting aroused and enjoying sex.

He sighed, and thought with mixed emotions, There's no doubt I'm getting pretty good at that.

When he arrived at his house, his mother was waiting for him at the front foyer, tottering on five-inch heels and not much else. She'd just taken a shower, so she smelled and looked fresh.

Nudity was becoming so common in his house that he wasn't surprised that her outfit, an apron, left her impressive chest completely exposed. It wasn't the first time she'd worn an outfit like that. In fact, the nightie she'd worn that morning was even more revealing. But the fact that she'd spent pretty much the entire day naked and kissing and fondling Suzanne had affected her, though Suzanne's accompanying indoctrination and lecturing had affected her even more.

Before, whenever she would call herself her son's "cocksucking centerfold mommy slut," a part of her just considered it a joke, as if it was all simply a sexy game. But now she had started taking that completely seriously, and completely literally. The change made her look at Alan in an entirely new way: now he wasn't just her son; he was her de facto master. As a result, she looked and felt unusually embarrassed and incredibly nervous. She worried that she might not be worthy of him.

She'd spent the half hour before his arrival cooking his favorite brownies for him. Now she was carrying the tray of brownies like a shield, so that they covered much of her bare breasts. She looked approvingly at the bulge in his shorts, unthinkingly licking her lips several times in anticipation.

Alan had no clue about what she'd been thinking or doing all day. He noticed her nervousness and was going to gently tease her about it. But he realized that it had taken a big leap of courage for her to dress so scandalously just to please him. He decided to act as if there was nothing unusual in her attire, at least until she got more accustomed to wearing so little.

"Hi Tiger," she said, "how was your day?" She put the tray of brownies aside, walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek as she usually did. But then she kissed him on the lips, even briefly giving him some tongue. She rubbed her body up against his, making sure to slide her hard nipples up against his T-shirt.

"Whoa," he said. He was used to his goodnight kisses, but a kiss during the day was a welcome surprise, even if it was brief. "It just got a whole lot better. What was that for?"

"Suzanne told me today that I need to be friendlier when greeting people, so I'm trying to change my ways, especially when it comes to kissing you. You like?"

"Do I like? I love it! Wow!"

Still feeling unusually nervous, she picked up the tray of brownies again. "I made some brownies for you. Your favorite kind."

He took the tray and set it aside. "Never mind about that. My 'favorite kind' is standing right in front of me."

She blushed and beamed with happiness. She lowered her head demurely. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not. You're gorgeous. And so fuckin' stacked!" He reached out and squeezed her ample tit-flesh. "I love your eyes, your face, even your glasses. Everything! Turn around slowly so I can see all of you and the sexy apron you're wearing."

"Okay!" She stepped back a few feet and pirouetted completely around to show off her new apron. It was a specially designed erotic apron, which had cloth in some areas that highlighted the fact that there was no cloth covering her tits or ass.

She didn't mention Suzanne's advice that she could and should do just about anything with Alan short of straight intercourse, and that the more she did such things the healthier it would be for both of them. She was embarrassed about it, yet eager to begin. She wanted to break new barriers right away, before she lost her courage, but was a little bit skittish about how to do it. She'd never been fucked in the ass, or even had her pussy licked. Her husband was as bad a lover as he was an infrequent one (which would be easy to understand if he really was gay).

"I most definitely like," Alan enthused. "You look even sexier than you did this morning! I didn't believe that was possible, but it's true. I like how the apron exposes and hides at the same time."

Susan laughed. "Well it doesn't hide that much. It mostly exposes. About the only thing it tries to hide is this." She lifted up the front of the apron and proudly showed off her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's one spot I'd like to get to know a lot better." He was struck by how willing she was to show herself off like this, despite her nervousness. Since he knew nothing of Suzanne's day-long indoctrination effort, he figured the fashion show must have been responsible for getting her to enjoy showing herself off so much.

"Now, now, Tiger, remember that I'm your mother. We have to have limits." She still held the apron up, and even wiggled her hips a bit, which greatly diminishing her authority to talk seriously about limits.

"Do you remember what we did this morning?" They both knew that he was referring to their brief dry hump.

"Do I? How could I possibly forget it? But I'm serious about what I said about that. We can do many things, but we can't do that again. I just don't think I have the self-control to get that close to actual you-know-what. Sorry about that, Tiger."

He frowned. She seemed unusually determined to maintain that particular restriction, which was the one he most wanted to go.

She felt bad too, because she'd spent most of her day thinking and talking with Suzanne about breaking barriers, but when it actually came to doing so with Alan she was falling back onto her same slogans and restrictions. To compensate for his disappointment, she moved back to him and draped her arms around his shoulders, again poking her aroused nipples firmly into his chest.

He wished that his chest was bare so he could feel her directly against his skin.

She eyed his crotch again, even cupping his bulging package. "How's our not-so-little friend doing? Are you going to keep him locked up in those shorts forever? Mommy's hungry for a spermy snack."

"'Forever?' I've been home less than two minutes. He's doing fine now, thanks to you." He grinned as she slowly unzipped his shorts. She stared in anticipation as his boner emerged.

His erection suddenly sprang forth. Susan enveloped it with her hands even before it had stopped bouncing from being freed. She stayed standing and just bent over some, because his hand was stroking her mostly bare back and she didn't want him to stop.

He noted, "I still have four times to go to make eight today." He took his shorts off and removed his underwear.

Susan did some quick math and frowned, realizing he must have gotten off in school again during the day. She'd been noticing the last few days that the chart on his wall got one check a day that she couldn't account for, and sometimes even two.

She thought as she started to jack him off, I'm dying to know who's helping out at school, but I suppose it's none of my business. I don't want to come across like a jealous girlfriend.

God, that gets me so HOT, imagining I'm his girlfriend! In any case, eight times is a LOT, even for a virile, cum-filled boy like him. He's gotta need help at school to reach a big number like that, so I should be thanking whoever it is, especially since it must be pretty hard to have sex at school without getting caught. Heck, knowing my Tiger, he's probably getting blown and stroked by all kinds of girls at school, maybe even in a bathroom! That gets me even hotter!

Alan looked over her apron outfit and asked half-seriously, "Mom, how on earth do you expect me to concentrate in class, when I know I have someone so hot and sexy waiting to help me at home?"

Susan was fishing for more compliments as her fingers slid up and down his shaft. "Don't talk about your sister that way," she replied, knowing full-well that wasn't his meaning.

"Mom, I'm talking about YOU! Sis is gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you're like one of the all-time greats. One of the greatest beauties of all time. Like Marilyn Monroe or something. You're so beautiful and sexy that I can hardly stand it!" He ran his hands freely all over her body, causing her to shiver lustily.

As he hefted her big boobs, lifting them from below, he said, "One of these weeks I'm going to have to get sick so I can stay home with you all day. Maybe with a long illness, so I can be here every day. I'd spend the day just playing with your perfect body. Imagine if every day was Tuesday - that you had an entire week of Tuesdays."

Susan blushed and trembled with joy. "You say the nicest things! But your studies come first. Why don't we get your penis irregularity check done now so you can hit the books. Then we can enjoy some nice cocksuckings later this evening, without having to worry about your homework. You have such a silver tongue, but maybe I can show you that my tongue is good for a thing or two as well."

He looked down at her stroking hands. "Aren't you checking it now?"

"Not really. I'm just stroking your special place over and over, well, because I know how much you like it."

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. "Thanks, Mom!"

She dragged him by his erection up the stairs and down the hallway, towards his room, stroking it as best she could considering that they were trying to walk at the same time.

"Not so fast, Mom; I haven't gotten your attention yet." He reached forward and grabbed her ass. They made their way through the house laughing and joking, with him attached at her ass and her firmly gripping his hard-on somewhat like a two-person conga line.

Susan thought to herself, His hands on my ass! So natural. They belong there. What I really need is to have him FUCK me right up the ASS! Right now I should just tell him, "Excuse me Tiger, but your mother really needs it. Your mommy needs your big fat cock deep up her butt. Fuck my asshole, please! Do your mommy's butt deep! So deep!"

But I'm afraid it's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt, because he's so unusually THICK! And he might hate me for being a weirdo. He's probably disgusted by the idea of anal sex. Why wouldn't he be? I wonder if there's a way to change that. He sure likes the outside of my butt, at least.

When they reached the door to Alan's room, he maneuvered her past it. "Let's use your room," he said. He found the idea of doing sexual things to his mother in her own bed even more exciting than doing the same things in his own. (It didn't occur to him that this was Oedipal.)

She stopped in the hall just before the door to her room. "We shouldn't," she said weakly, even as she kept jerking him off. She still felt some strange loyalty to her husband, so using the room she shared with him seemed like a violation of her marriage. She looked at her left hand, focusing on her wedding ring, even as her right hand slid up and down his shaft.

As he stood there with his hands roaming all over her ass, he said, "You know, Mom, there's something extra sexy about this apron. I hope you wear it a lot. It's so sexy, but at the same time it reminds me that you're my mother who cleans my clothes and cooks my food. It makes me really happy. And of course it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are, not to mention your extra narrow waist." His hands went to her tits and waist as he talked about them.

She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate them, because they were so much trouble and gave me backaches, but now I love them. I even disliked the word. 'Tits, ' So vulgar. But these aren't breasts; they're tits!" She arched her back to thrust out her chest.

Her thoughts began to drift while she was enjoying the cock sliding in her fingers and her son was playing with her big melons. Son, don't just play with them with your hands; shove your fat cock in there! You need to do that immediately. Tiger, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's big tits. Do it now!

But she didn't share what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but now I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never felt so happy, so alive, as these last few weeks."

"Me too, Mom. Me too. I love you so much!"

As she kept on jacking off his thick boner while they stood at her doorway, she said, "Suzanne and I had a good talk today. She's helped me see that I'm a creature designed for pleasure - for YOUR pleasure. What good is it having a centerfold mommy if you can't play with her curvy, busty body? I need to be more lenient about some of my boundaries. For instance, some of the limits on you touching me."

There was all kinds of things she wanted to do with him, but naughty anal sex thoughts made her ass feel particularly needy. So she let go of his dick and turned her back on him. As she pinched one of her nipples, she said, "Please get my attention again, but this time, get ALL of it!"

He stood behind her and felt up her butt again. He wasn't quite sure what she was hinting for him to do. He figured he'd do anything he liked to her ass short of fucking it, and if she complained he could justify his actions as due to her vague comments. His fingers worked his way towards the center of her rear and within seconds he was sliding his index finger deep into her anus.

"Oooh!" She squealed in delight. But then she cried in apparent dismay. "Tiger, I'm your mother! If you respect and appreciate me, you'll do that more often!"

He was confused about her mixed signals, to say the least. It took a few seconds for him to register that she was saying just the opposite of what he'd expected, and that her dismay was feigned.

"That's a joke, Son," she continued. "I know I'm not very good at them, but I'm working on it."

He laughed. "Good one!" He kept on probing the depths of her ass crack.

She thought, Suzanne says it's okay if Tiger has my butt. It's okay! Son, take my ass and do crazy things to it. Get sexy all over your mommy's bubble butt! Take out your finger and put your big cock inside me instead! Fill me with thick COCK-MEAT! Mommy wants to be your butt slut! Take my butt and fill it with your beefy rod!

But outwardly, she again displayed only a contented, motherly smile. It was one thing to run wild in her own mind with anal sex fantasies, but she was a long way from being able to say any of that out loud, much less have him actually impale her there. The fact that the idea of him putting his dick inside her tight anus was physically frightening helped make it exciting, but it wasn't possible yet for her to consider that idea as more than just a fantasy.

Alan didn't have the slightest clue about the thoughts raging in her head. "You're the best, Mom," he replied as he started to gently push her through her doorway while still sawing his finger in and out of her ass. "Not a lot of moms would be willing to help out so much with a son's medical troubles ... By the way, I like that your apron has this big bow on your back. What would happen if I undid it?"

She was horny beyond belief, so nearly jumped with joy that he'd finally mentioned the bow. Not only did she not resist his pushing her towards her bedroom, she started walking there on her own. "I don't know, since you've never undone it before. It holds the apron together. If you do that, who knows? Maybe my clothes will fall off completely. If that happens, I imagine I'll have to fall naked on the bed and suck your cock quite a lot!"

She turned back to make eye contact with him. Her smoldering look showed that she could hardly wait.

"I could think of worse things that could happen," he said jokingly as he undid the bow.

Chapter 2

Sure enough, the apron fell to the floor when he undid the bow. There was no way undoing the bow could have caused that all by itself, since it was a French maid's apron with shoulder straps, so she'd helpfully pulled those straps off her shoulders at the same time.

He laughed with pure glee as he resumed fondling her awesome body. It's like every day is Christmas, except instead of the usual presents I find my mom and all kinds of other total babes under the Christmas tree!

As they entered her room, she said breathlessly, "You know, it feels almost as if you're my husband and I'm your wife, and now you're taking me to our bed to have your way with me. But of course I'm not; I'm just one of your many faithful cocksuckers!"

He was afraid to push his luck, since he wasn't sure what might fuel her fantasies and what might trigger a relapse. So he just smiled knowingly as if he knew what he was doing.

Susan walked ahead of him and lay down on her double bed, spread-eagled. She spread her knees wide apart, making sure to give him a good look at her pussy. "Just what do you plan to do to me here in your father's bed?"

He was reasonably excited already, but when he heard that his heart started to pound wildly.

She asked seductively, "Are you having unwholesome thoughts about your mommy? Your cocksucking-loving, penis-hungry mommy?"

He crawled close between her legs and had a good look at her pussy.

But she didn't want him to just look. She rolled over onto her stomach and stuck her ass up into the air, visually inviting him to "get her attention" yet again. "Your mommy is having some very naughty thoughts about you right now. I think you need a big reward for saying such nice things about her." She was particularly overjoyed that he'd compared her to the likes of Marilyn Monroe.

He said, "That's all I do all day: have unwholesome thoughts about you. But I love you. And I've kept my promise to respect your boundaries, haven't I?" He took off his last bits of clothing and hopped up behind her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and began kneading it.

She loved it. Sure, he'd played with her ass a lot recently, but it seemed like an entirely different thing when he did it while she was on all fours in the middle of her own bed, wearing nothing but her high heels. She moaned and "mmmm"-ed and repeatedly thrust her ass back into his hands.

Just look at me! I wish Suzanne was here to take a picture of me. I'm such a wanton SLUT! I know I'm supposed to feel bad about devoting myself to serving my son's cock. Society would never approve. But it feels SO DAMN GOOD! Society, eat your heart out!

Emboldened by her frisky ass thrusting, after a few minutes he slid a hand down and fully cupped her pussy.

She thought, Oh no, he's gonna fuck me for sure! My pussy is the one area he can't touch, not even under Suzanne's new rules. I'm going too far. No self control whatsoever. I have to pull back a bit or he'll really end up fucking me, and that'll plunge us both into the fires of Hell!

She told him reluctantly but sternly, "I love you too, Son. But boundaries - remember the boundaries. You were just saying how you respect them."

He was a bit surprised. He'd never seen her so eager, yet so firm in her resistance. He was extremely frustrated, so he didn't give up with his boundary-pushing move entirely. Instead he pretended that he had been obeying her boundaries all along. "I know, Mom. I am respecting them. I'm just getting some lubrication."

He picked up some of her pussy juices on his fingers and then plunged a slippery finger into her anus.

"UGH!" she groaned as his finger pushed all the way back in. "I guess that's ... UNH! ... Okay then. MMMM! YES! But don't go too far and **** me to stop what we were doing. Mmmm! There's just one place you shouldn't- UGH! Shouldn't touch!"

He steadily moved his index finger in and out of her butt hole. Using the excuse of getting a good grip (like 'a bowling ball grip', he thought to himself), he arranged his fingers so that his thumb rested lightly on her slit most of the time.

"I wouldn't think of it, Mom," he finally said. He let his thumb "accidentally" run up and down her slit.

There was no way she couldn't notice what his thumb was doing, because its presence there was giving her an incredible thrill. But she tried her best to pretend that it was an accidental placement which she should simply ignore.

She began thrusting her ass up into the air in time with his finger prodding. Using the excuse of probing deeper into her ass, he tightened the grip of his other fingers, causing his thumb to slip slightly between her engorged pussy lips.

That was his undoing. To his disappointment, she finally said, "I think someone's ideas of boundaries are getting a little too blurry. If a certain neighbor were able to see us right now, she might get the mistaken impression that you and I were doing something incestuous." She said this with either great self-deception, ironic understatement, or both. Even she wasn't quite sure.

She raised her butt even higher, letting him concentrate on her anus for a while. She thought, You know, right now if I wanted to, I could tell him to fuck me in the ass. And it would happen! He'd probably get over his anal sex phobia immediately, and stick his thick cock deep into my ass!

Oh God! That's so HOT! It really, truly could happen, right now, if I only give in and tell him to do it!

But what would my mother think about that? She would just die of horror and shame. Or my father? He would kill me! What if they could see me now, with my naked ass up in the air, practically humping back on his fingers? ... Oh dear, why did my parents have to pop into my head? Besides, Tiger's cock is just too long and thick. If Dad didn't kill me, Tiger would literally split me in two!

Thoughts of her ass were now momentarily tainted for Susan by thoughts of her parents, so she decided to do something else, something less dangerous. "I'm going to roll over."

Alan removed his hands from her ass and let her turn over. His erection bobbed in the air; it had been neglected so far. He hoped it would get in on the action pretty soon.

"Your turn to lie down," she said. "Someone's willy is a little too overheated, so I'm going to see if I can't get it to relax."

He lay on his back with his head on his mother's pillow and watched as she crawled towards him on all fours across the big bed. He loved to see her giant melons swing and sway; he wondered how on earth that sexy sight was supposed to calm him down. He was blown away that she'd come to love high heels so much that she even wore them to bed.

She climbed up a little past his groin so her boobs were hanging down right over his erection. She held her tits and pressed them around his stiff, pulsing cock.

She was obviously in a teasing mood. She pulled back, leaving his hard-on untouched after only a few seconds deep in 'cleavage heaven'. She said, "Oopsies! How did that happen?" before scooting back a bit to where her mouth was over his tool. She spoke breathily, deliberately blowing air directly across his boner. "If you continue to be a good boy, I just might have to allow you to fuck Mommy's big tits again. Whenever you want! Would you like that?"

He panted, "Yes! God, yes!"

Chapter 3

Susan said excitedly, "Good! But right now she wants your slippery hardness in her mouth too much to play around with it down there." She took his erection between her lips and began sucking hard on it.

He hefted her weighty, hanging tits, grasping them tightly as she furiously licked. He could just barely reach them with the way she was stretched out between his legs, so she readjusted her body a bit to give him better access.

That let him know she was fine with what he was doing, so he kneaded her tit-flesh with gusto.

He was rewarded with a series of sexy (though slightly muffled) "Mmmm!" noises coming from her bobbing mouth.

Between doing that and the way she was sucking his cock, he was soon totally overwhelmed by all the erotic pleasure. From the get-go it was all he could do not to shoot his load, so he had to let go of her tits before long. He was **** to close his eyes and focus his concentration on squeezing his PC muscle in order to prevent an immediate cum explosion.

A minute of total ecstasy passed for both of them, and then another, and then another. He realized that she was holding him right at the edge of a major climax with her talented tongue lashing, and that he could stay in that blissful state for quite a while if he was mindful not to trip over the edge.

After about ten minutes, she was **** to stop for a little while to rest her jaw. She slumped down on the bed. "God, son! Your stamina is incredible!" She panted for a minute, and then she realized, "Oops, I just took the Lord's name in vain. The things your big cock makes me do!"

"I'm sorry," he panted. She'd stopped just in time. He wouldn't have been able to last even half a minute more. In fact he continued to struggle with his orgasmic urge, so he wasn't able to talk much.

She sat up enough to look up at him from between his legs. His boner was sticking up nearly as straight as a flag-pole. "Don't be sorry. The truth is, I totally love it! I've been waiting ALL DAY to do this, and now that you're here it's just as good as I'd hoped! I'm so PROUD to be one of your cocksuckers!"

Inspired, she scooted forward to put her mouth back at his crotch.

He winced, and was about to ask her to hold off because he needed more time to recover. But she started lapping her way around his balls and he decided he could deal with that.

She purred in an extra sexy voice, "Now, just because I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you, don't think this makes you a replacement for my husband. We may not be married for much longer, but we still are, so I feel weird having you here in my marriage bed."

She put her hand on his knee, and positioned it in such a way that he wouldn't be able to miss the sight of her glistening wedding ring.

He gasped, sucking in a big breath. He couldn't believe how aroused the sight of that made him.

She grinned widely, because she knew her little wedding ring ploy not only made him gasp, it caused his boner to twitch so much that it bounced back and forth as if she'd flicked her fingers against it. She continued with her sultry purr as she resumed licking his balls, "Now I'm not saying my bed is totally off limits. After all, I suppose you could make me do just about anything you want. Almost. You ARE the man of the house, and that gives you certain rights, including rights to most of your mommy's body. But we should only 'cum' here on special occasions, if you know what I mean. Boundaries, you know."

Even as she said this, she had the sense that that particular boundary was crumbling, that they'd be spending a lot of time on and in her bed from now on. She had a sudden vision of Alan spending all night with her, fucking her repeatedly. But although that alarmed her, it also made her pussy throb. "To call you a replacement for him would be an insult to you! I wonder if I should break it to him that I've become addicted to the taste of my son's sperm..."

She kept licking his balls, but proceeded to make long licks around the lower half of his boner as well. To do that, she had to hold his cock to keep it from moving, and that immediately led to her jacking it off as well.

Somehow, despite all the shivers of pleasure running down his spine, he thought back to her comment: "I'm sucking your cock on the bed where your father and I conceived you." Confused, he asked, "Um, Mom, are you forgetting that I was adopted?"

"Yes, I am, deliberately. Don't question what your mommy says to you. And don't make her talk; just make her suck your sweet meat. That's what big-titted centerfold mommies are best at."

She smiled to herself contentedly, lifted her head and then dropped it again, engulfing all of his cockhead and part of his shaft in one fell swoop. After creating a tight seal for powerful suction, she happily resumed her bobbing. Whenever she had his boner in her mouth, she felt that she had entered some kind of special twilight zone, a perfect utopia with no trouble or distractions. All that mattered was servicing his penis, which gave her seemingly endless waves of joy and love, overwhelming her as she did that. Her entire focus became the sexual feelings in her mouth, her tingly boobs, and her even more tingly pussy.

He was panting and gasping desperately already. He hadn't been expecting her to suddenly go to town on his cock like that after such a short break.

In addition, everything was just too arousing. He looked down towards his crotch and saw her still on all fours, her ample chest now pressed down on his thighs with her ass high in the air. He wanted to grope her ass, but it was beyond his knees and just too far away, so instead he stroked the silky smooth skin of her back and caressed her long hair.

She raised her body slightly above his, so she could roll her tongue in circles around the top of his bulbous cockhead. Her nipples were still touching the tops of his legs, but the rest of her boobs could now sway enticingly.

He knew he needed to tell her to give him another break or he'd be cumming in less than a minute. But he was so inspired seeing her on all fours and totally loving his cock that he suddenly felt inspired to say, "You know, Mom, I'm serious about what I said about your beauty." He gathered his breath, then continued, "Sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming that I think I'm gonna pass out. Really! I try not to think about you at all at school anymore, because I just can't pay attention to my classwork if I do."

She stopped what she was doing, then moved up his body, kissing him all the way. After she planted kisses on his neck and chin, she put her mouth right above his and then stopped. With her mouth an inch above his, she asked, "You're just saying that, aren't you? I know. I know you're a tit man, and you only love Mommy because of her big boobs."

He'd expected her to go wild on his cock until he had **** but to cum. But instead she pulled back and sat up. That disappointed him greatly, but he didn't really mind because she put on a nice display for him, and her body felt great. Besides, he'd been about to ask her for a strategic break. Sitting above him, she clutched at her boobs with her hands and squeezed them together, raising them proudly toward her face.

Alan was going to protest her comments, but he was left breathless by her beauty (as well as from her latest cocksucking effort).

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing him all the time he wanted to luxuriate in the sight of her bare chest.

He was lucky, kind of. He'd just been about to beg her to give his penis a strategic break. His compliment had unexpectedly triggered the break he'd needed. The problem was, she was so breathtakingly beautiful that he wasn't getting any sexual respite. He reached tentatively forward with a hand, transfixed and awed.

She sensed his motion, so she opened her eyes and saw what he was doing. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled it firmly to her chest. Then she grabbed his other one. He felt strangely passive, but still let her rub his hands all over her ample tit-mountains.

His hands didn't stay inert for long. "No, Mom, that's not true," he finally managed to say, as his hands rubbed her tits together while her hands still rested on his. "Yes, your tits are fantastic, and I fantasize about them, like, every minute or two, even at school. I swear, my IQ must have gone down ten points in the last week alone, just from my brain thinking about your tits all the time. Probably another ten points from thinking about Aunt Suzy's, too. But there's so much more to you. Every inch of you is perfect, inside and out."

She giggled with pure happiness. "Ten points, eh? Is that all? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I need to let you play with them more often." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, but only for a second before pulling back again.

She continued more excitedly, "Maybe I need to let you play with them whenever you want!" She leaned forward and kissed his lips again, a little longer this time.

Then she leaned back once more and said, more to herself than to him, "Maybe you need to suck them and milk them every single day. Yes. That's it! That's what you need to do."

She kissed him passionately on the lips, then gave him some tongue. Then, before he could react to that, she pulled away and scooted a couple of feet down his body. "That wasn't a real kiss just now," she giggled as she planted her face back in his crotch. "I'm only allowed to do that at our nightly tuck-and-suck."

She thought to herself, What's with me today? I just been feeling so playful and naughty, even before he came home. I just want to do everything with him, and now Suzanne says that I can! Well, almost everything. I'm going to make this a Tuesday neither of us will ever forget.

She spent the next minute just blowing air all over his boner. It was in a super sensitive state, so it felt like exquisite, and exquisitely pleasurable, ****.

Susan said in an authoritative tone, as she kept breathing on his most sensitive spots, "Now, Tiger, in all seriousness, you have to understand. Your mother has needs. And one very important one of those is that you need to love my tits a lot. They need to be groped and sucked and fucked every day. Seriously. They neeeeed it. They want your attention. Do you want to fuck your mommy's tits for a good long while? Do you think you can handle that?"

He gulped. "Um, okay." A combination of sudden nervousness and surprise made his voice crack on the word "okay." It was the first time that had happened to him in weeks. Both of them laughed at this reminder of his youth.

He was half-convinced he would start cumming as soon as she resumed doing anything at all with his dick, but he was too horny to really care anymore.

Then she changed positions again and slid his pole in between her heavy melons. She pressed them in tightly and started to slide them up and down, one after the other.

He was clutching the sheets like his life depended on it, while squeezing his PC muscle with all his might. Okay. A titfuck. I can handle this. I really can. Ugh! Uh! Great, but ... Ugh! At least it's not as insanely arousing as a full-on blowjob. Gotta ... hold out!

He was getting really, really good at holding out. Such stamina was the main reason women were increasingly thinking of him as a natural stud, but ironically he had selfish reasons. His main motivation was that he just didn't want his great pleasure to end. He always felt a big letdown after cumming, particularly if that meant that the sex session was over.

She led the titfuck for the next few minutes, which was a good thing since he was incapable of doing more than breathing heavily and clutching the sheets as if his life depended on it.

But eventually, even the titfuck wasn't enough for her. She repositioned herself so she could keep the titfuck going, but also bring her mouth within range. She licked his piss hole and said, "Now look what you did. You got me so excited with your powerful cock and sweet compliments that I completely forgot about the most important thing, which is sucking every last little spermie out of you! Speaking about fantasizing every second of the day, that's all I ever think about anymore. You think your IQ is going down? The only thing on my mind anymore is this juicy, yummy, fat spermsicle!"

She wrapped her mouth around his throbbing pole and took it as deep as she could. Before long, it was more like a blowjob with her nipples sliding against his erection than a titfuck. Her hands did delightful things to his balls as his bulbous cockhead tickled the back of her throat.

Oh man! he thought. Too much! Too much! Have mercy, please! Too good! But somehow he stayed quiet and held on.

As she sucked, she made up a little song in her head:

I am Alan's whore
I'm going to suck him, more, more, more
I am Alan's slut
He's going to fuck me up the butt
I am Alan's wench
He'll cum on me until I'm drenched
I am Alan's toy
Sucking him's the greatest joy
I am Alan's mom
Suckin' with clothes off or on
I am Alan's cow
Gonna suck his prick like I don't know how
I am Alan's bitch
His cum is thick, the taste is rich

She started wordlessly humming her song out loud, because she knew doing that would cause vibrations against his shaft and sweet spot that would arouse him even more. She made up verse after verse, repeating previous verses until she came up with a new word to rhyme, and then the new verse would get tacked on at the end. She also varied her humming technique, knowing that the constantly shifting variety of her vibrations would drive him wild.

Finally, she could tell from the intensity of his moaning that he was nearing his point of no return. She stopped making up rhymes and concentrated fully on pleasuring him. She moved a hand to the tight space between his ass and the bed.

He lifted up slightly, making her task easier.

Finding her target, she plunged her index finger, which she'd pre-wet with her own juices, deep into his anus. When she found his prostate, she began to massage it.

That was too much for him to endure. He screamed as if his life was on the line. "MOM! GONNA CUM!"

He gripped the sheets tightly as her head bobbed even faster, relentlessly stimulating his sweet spot. When his cum erupted like a volcano going off, she increased her suction to get every last drop. She sucked and sucked for precious seconds until she could tell he had almost run dry. Then she pulled back and let his last ropes splatter across her face.

Somehow he stayed conscious throughout it all. At the end he opened his eyes just in time to see his cum flying in a long arc, starting at her chin, then crossing her wide-open mouth, until it finally splattered on her glasses over her left eye. It was just too arousing to bear, causing him to actually pass out just from the ecstasy of it all.

She sighed contentedly. YES! This is the life! Today's been so great. If I were to die right now, I'd die so very, very happy. Tiger loves me, Angel loves me, Suzanne loves me and Amy loves me too, and now I've got a face full of spermy goodness, I swallowed some of it, but there's even more on my tongue! Does it get any better than that? Someone tell me how! She giggled, totally giddy.

She looked closely at his resting body. Oh my! I think that actually made him pass out! Am I a good cocksucking mommy or what? Tit **** power! Woo-hoo! She pumped a fist in the air in triumph.

Minutes passed for Susan as she rested and waited for her son to wake. She expected that she might be overcome by the post-orgasmic blues, like those that Alan dreaded. In her case, that let-down usually brought on great feelings of guilt. But for once she didn't feel that at all. Instead she went back to singing her new song, over and over, sometimes making up even more new lyrics.

She sat up and looked down at her son with eyes shining with love. She held the huge mouthful of his seed, letting the slick goo roll over and over her tongue. She rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, hoping she could make them swell even bigger for her son's benefit by the time he woke. I could die right now, pretty much as happy as I've ever been/ But I can't do that. Tiger needs me. Angel needs me. Tiger's balls keep producing more and more little spermies, and I'm always gonna need to be here to vacuum them out, from the tip of his fat cock down into my tummy! A tit ****'s work is never done, hee-hee! Son, how would you like your mom to be your real sex ****? Think you could handle that? Would you like me to call you "Master?" Would that get you hot? 'Cos it sure as hell gets ME hot! MMMM!

But she could only say those thoughts in her own mind. They were much too scandalous for her to consider saying out loud, even when she thought he was sleeping. Thinking of herself as a "tit ****" or "sex ****" was beyond the pale, except as an arousing passing fancy. Her slavish fantasies were pretty much the one secret she was still holding back from Suzanne these days.

She tweaked her nipples while savoring the sweet, tangy cream that was still delighting her taste-buds.

After about five minutes, Alan drifted back into consciousness, but he kept his eyes closed. He was in no hurry, so he just savored the lingering euphoria from his mother's best blowjob ever. And he didn't need to resort to his memories, since she was busy "cleaning" his penis and balls when he came to.

She could sense him stirring, so she eventually finished her "cleaning" and scooted up his body. Resting on top of him, pressing her big boobs against him, she tenderly stroked his short, unruly hair. She whispered to him so quietly that only he could hear, "Your Mommy loves you so much!"

He kept his eyes closed but felt the two huge tit-mountains pressed into his chest, and the leg that was wrapped around one of his own. He remembered where he was, and could barely handle how good it made him feel to be there. I'm in my parents' bed! Naked, with my naked mom. No, not naked; she's wearing high heels, incredibly enough! Isn't that a hoot?

I'm Mom's new lover. She's so fucking into me sexually that it's crazy! Awesome crazy. She's never going to fuck Ron again. I'll be plowing her pussy before long, I can just tell. Someday soon I'll be spending all my nights in this bed, at least when I'm not with Sis in HER bed! Heh! This is so awesome. This even makes the excellent fuck I had with Joy today pale in comparison.

He opened his eyes, reached out, and caressed his mother's shoulder, mostly because it was within easy reach. She cooed happily in response, then repositioned herself better to snuggle up to him. He said, "Mom, you sucked so powerfully there I think you actually bent light."

She giggled happily and responded, "Your mommy is your cum junkie. She's addicted to your sperm."

"You mean semen, don't you?"

"No, I mean sperm. It sounds naughtier. Your mommy loves you so much that she wants to do very naughty things with you. Yes. Very, very naughty things."