Touch Me: Part 2

Chapter 5

School ended a few hours later, and Alan returned home. He'd never before been so happy and excited to come home.

He was surprised to find the house seemingly empty, especially since his sister usually beat him home. That appeared to confirm Suzanne's statement that everyone would be sent away. His heart was already pounding with worry and anticipation, but not finding anyone doubled the intensity of his feelings.

He was torn between wanting the "abnormality check" to happen and not wanting it to happen, mostly because it was just such a big, scary step to actually take and not just fantasize about. A part of him clung to the hope that someone other than his mother would be home, because the idea of her touching his dick became so real that it frightened him.

He wandered the house until he had nowhere left to search except his mother's bedroom. As he expected, he found Susan there. The mere sight of her practically made his heart stop beating, even though her dress and appearance looked normal at first glance. "Howdy Mom. Have you seen Aunt Suzy? Or Sis?"

Susan was folding laundry, seemingly calm. She'd always been happy to greet him when he came home, but when she turned to him, she seemed strangely overly-pleased to see him. It seemed like she was trying to cover up something.

She said, "Suzanne's busy today. I don't think you'll see her until tomorrow. And your sister and Amy have gone shopping. I think it's just you and me. All afternoon."

"Oh!" He gulped and his throat went dry. The only reason his penis wasn't stiff already was because he was so nervous.

Susan stopped folding the laundry and sat down on her bed. She was dressed in her ordinary housecleaning clothes, except that Alan figured she probably wasn't wearing any bra or panties since Suzanne had recently "****" her to stop wearing them (not to mention the fact that her nipples were so hard it seemed as if they would be visible from miles away).

But her casual demeanor was feigned; internally she was a complete basket case, with her heart beating like a drum. In fact, she'd spent over half an hour just considering which perfume to wear. (She'd picked a strawberry scent, knowing it was one of his favorite foods.) Suzanne had kept her distracted and unable to masturbate most of the day, leaving her even more keyed up.

She asked him, "Do you know what day it is?"

"It's Tuesday."

"That's right. And do you know what's special about Tuesday?"

"Uh, it comes right after Monday?" he lamely tried to joke. He could see exactly where she was going with this, and realized that Suzanne was completely correct about everything.

He got another jolt as he looked at her feet and saw that she was wearing high heels. That was highly unusual, to say the least. (Suzanne was the one who'd all but insisted that she wear them.)

Susan had rehearsed this next bit, so it came out quickly. "What's special about this Tuesday, if you'll remember, is that it's the day your nurse said you need to have your private member checked for abnormalities. Every week. And since Suzanne says that she doesn't have great vision, it's left up to me."

"Oh." There was a big pause from him. "Well." His nervousness doubled, and then doubled again. He felt faint. But somehow he transcended his fear and reached an acceptance of what was about to happen, calming down enough to go on.

She wrinkled her eyebrows. "Do you mind, Tiger? If you mind, we don't have to do it. At least not right now. You seem very nervous. Does the thought of your own mother ... massaging ... your, uh, private member ... Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yeah, it kind of does. Because, I mean, you're my mom, right? But Aunt Suzy has been talking to me about boundaries, and being dispassionate. If you and I are very clear about boundaries, and this is required by the doctor, then there's nothing wrong, right?"

Alan was talking for himself as much as his mother, trying to rationalize this. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality was quite different. He had a very strong suspicion that this was wrong or even illegal, despite what Akami and Suzanne had said.

Susan reminded herself, "The penis in the abstract." That's Suzanne's wise advice. I have to remain calm too, and just think of it as A penis, not HIS penis!

After taking some deep breaths, she said, "That's right, Tiger. It's vital that we both have the right mental attitude or we shouldn't do this. But since you do, and I do, is it okay if we begin?"

"What? Here? Now?" He looked around as if searching for an escape route. He wanted her to do this more than anything, but the reality of it really happening was very scary. This was an order of magnitude more nerve-wracking for him than anything that had happened with Suzanne, because it was happening with his own mother. Besides, Suzanne was always cool and in charge, but he was starting to realize that his mother was just as scared as he was.

Susan faked a reassuring smile. "I'll admit I'm nervous too. So we might as well get it over with, don't you think?"

Another gulp. "Yeah." He was amazed when she seemingly calmed herself right before his eyes. He didn't realize that she was entering a zone where her superego mostly shut down and her id was free to run wild.

"Good," she said with more determination. Alan was standing and she was sitting on the bed, but she got up and motioned that he should sit down.

He sat on the bed where she had just been. He tried not to show just how nervous he was, because he didn't want to scare her off. The truth was, he was absolutely terrified.

She continued, "I was thinking that, given the accidents you had with Akami the other day, it would be safer if I took off my blouse before we start. Don't you think?"

He was suddenly reminded of when he'd shot his cum all over the face and bra-clad tits of Nurse Akami. He imagined that it was his mother in that role instead. He'd still been flaccid from fear, but with that memory his dick grew rock hard in seconds.

Susan's eyes darted to his crotch. She had a hard time not licking her lips when she saw the great swelling in his shorts. Suzanne's hour-long description of sucking and stroking hard erections that morning was at the forefront of her thoughts.

"Um, yeah, if you think so." He didn't want to appear too eager, again for fear of scaring her off. He was still torn between eagerly wanting her "assistance" and running away to handle it himself.

The mention of Akami's name also reminded him that he wanted to call her. He wanted to get that out of the way before things got too exciting, so he said, "But, uh, before you do, speaking of Akami, is it okay if I call her and ask her something?"

"Certainly." Susan was a bit put off by that, but she could hardly refuse.

There was a phone extension in the room, and Susan knew Akami's number well since her son's treatment was so near and dear to her heart. So Alan called her up, even though his dick was so stiff and erect that it almost hurt.

Luckily, Akami wasn't busy and she had a few minutes to talk.

With Susan sitting next to him and listening in, he said to the nurse, "Uh, this is kind of a weird question, but ... Well, I'm here with my mother, and she's about to help me with, uh, the abnormality check. I'm just wondering ... when it comes to having orgasms six times a day, you mentioned the need for prolonged stimulation, in order for it to count as one of those times. My question is, well, just, uh, how long does the stimulation have to be in order for it to qualify as 'prolonged?'"

Akami was surprised and amused by the question. She thought, I can't believe he's taking this seriously! He seems like a smart guy. Doesn't he realize it's all bullshit? But heck, if his mother is about to jack him off, I suppose he has very good reason not to question how they got there. The question is, what should I tell him? Hmmm...

After a pause, she said, "That's a difficult question. I wish I could tell you 'fifteen minutes' or something specific like that. But the truth is, each person is different. What might be considered prolonged for one person wouldn't be for someone else. Also, there's the matter of intensity. It's not just the quantity; it's the quality. You need both. One might be stimulated at a low level for a long, long time, and that wouldn't do much. Whereas five or ten minutes of very intense, talented stimulation might end up being better. So you see what I mean? It's complicated. Ultimately, YOU need to be the judge. Does that help?"

Alan replied, "Well ... I guess so."

He glanced over at his mother, who had been listening to and hanging on every word that Akami had said. She was even more aroused than before. Her chest was heaving as she contemplated stimulating her son's stiff erection intensely and for a very prolonged time. It had occurred to her that, if she was going to be performing the check anyway, she might want to keep going until he had an orgasm. But still, she wasn't sure if she'd be bold enough to do that.

He grinned as he registered his mother's reaction, and said to Akami, "Actually, yeah. That helps a lot. I think I get it now. Thanks."

"Very good," Akami said. "Is there anything else I can help you with? Or does Susan want to ask me anything?"

He looked to Susan, and saw her shake her head 'No.' Clearly, she was eager to get to the abnormality check. Besides, he correctly surmised that she would be embarrassed to talk to the nurse just before doing that, so he told Akami, "No, we're good."

"Okay, then." Akami thought, I can't believe Susan is really going to play with her son's penis when this call is over. Oops, I mean "perform an abnormality check." Ha! What a riot that is! Boy, I wish I could be a fly on the wall for THAT!

After just a little more small talk, Alan ended the call.

Then he turned his full attention back to Susan, who stood up in front of him. He said, "So, um ... I guess we should get on with it then."

"I think that would be best," Susan said softly, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I think that would be very nice, in fact," she continued, mostly to herself.

He realized that her hands were still trembling, although her face seemed strangely serene. He also realized that, as she stood there a few feet in front of him, Mom is about to do a striptease for me! True, it's not a professional striptease with sultry music blaring in the background like the one Aunt Suzy gave me last night, but she's taking her clothes off for me all the same. And this is my prudish and square MOM! He gulped again and his heart pounded like a hammer in his chest.

Of course, most stripteases were to music, but Susan's room was almost deathly quiet.

Susan unbuttoned her red blouse slowly, one button after another. She was taking her time, drawing out the process. Her thoughts were still wildly conflicted. Goodness gracious, what's wrong with me? I'm getting NAKED for my SON! I don't care what Suzanne says, this just has to be wrong. Some sort of demon must be taking control of me, because I feel terribly naughty and I don't even care. He's so hard and hungry for me and I love it!

When she finished with the buttons on her blouse, she left the blouse hanging loosely and then pulled her skirt down her legs. That caused her blouse to open, revealing all of her creamy left breast for some tantalizingly long moments. She felt shivers of excitement raging through her from being gawked at, which were so powerful that she nearly fell over.

She stood back up, regaining her balance on her high heels, and positioned her hands to open her blouse so she could take it off altogether. But then she froze and asked, "Tiger, be honest. Before your, uh, medical treatment began, did you ever think of me in, well, you know, ... that way?"

He was so aroused that the room seemed to be spinning around. To say anything coherent was a huge undertaking. But he gathered his wits together enough to realize that if he said the wrong thing, she might stop undressing.

The truth was, he had thought of her sexually sometimes. He'd tried his best not to, and consciously fought not to masturbate while thinking of her, but she was just so gorgeous that it was humanly impossible not to lust after her. But he also hated lying to his mother, so he dodged the question entirely and said, "Mom, I'm soooo grateful for what you're doing. I know it can't be easy. I love you so much, my heart is about to burst."

Susan beamed with joy. She didn't press the question because she could see in his current agitated state that it was an accomplishment for him to say even that much. But it had been just the right thing to say. She could feel the genuine love coming from him, along with plenty of lust, and that gave her the confidence to pull her blouse off all the way.

She smiled shyly now that she was topless, letting him soak up a good look at the giant, round monsters that were her breasts. It took a lot of willpower for her to keep her arms at her sides. She muttered, "God, this is so embarrassing."

Alan, seeing that she needed encouragement, said, "Why? Mom, you're so beautiful, you should never, EVER be embarrassed about your body."

She covered her chest with both arms. "But these things - they're just too big. They're nothing but unwanted attention and back pain for me."

"Well, I love them. Just like I love all of you. You have GREAT tits, Mom! You're so lucky to be so stacked!"

Susan beamed some more. She was still shy, but there was now an extra spring in her step. She bared her rack again, even thrusting out her chest. He likes them! He is going to have to climax before we're done, and his cum will have to go somewhere. Who knows, maybe he'll shoot it all over me! All over my chest! All over my "great tits," hee-hee!

She immediately corrected herself, though. I can't think such thoughts! I'm the adult here, I have to keep my moral grounding or there's no telling WHAT might happen! She shivered all over as she briefly fantasized about some of the things that could happen. Mostly, she imagined her legs spread wide and her son's erection pounding in and out of her slit. With another shiver of excitement, she forcibly banished the thought.

She was down to just her panties and high heels - both a different shade of red from her blouse but still his favorite color - but didn't make any move to undress further. "I thought I'd leave these on," she explained as she looked at them. "You wouldn't want your mother to be completely naked, would you?"

Just agree with the questioner, he thought. "No," he squeaked out.

"All right." She got down on her knees in front of him. Just getting in that submissive position made her entire body tingle with arousal. "If you don't mind, I'll undress you now." She pulled his shorts off, and then his underwear. Strangely, she chose not to remove his T-shirt, leaving them each with a modicum of dress.

He noticed that she now had a look of great hunger and anticipation in her eyes, mixed with a look of anguish.

She looked down at his turgid erection, bobbing in the air, and then up at his face. She asked imploringly, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? Maybe we should wait for Suzanne to do this, even with her poor eyesight?"

At first, he had a hard time responding, given the way that she was inadvertently pushing her breasts together with her arms. Additionally, there was the mind-blowing fact that she was kneeling between his legs wearing just panties and high heels.

But finally he said with surprising decisiveness, "Mom, I love you so much. And I love you even more for doing this. I know how uncomfortable it must make you feel, but I practically want to cry when I think about all your love for me and what you're willing to do for me to get better."

Again, she couldn't help but smile when he said that he loved her. She thought to herself, I just have to get this out of my system. Akami put this evil urge into my brain. Or was it Suzanne? In any case, I just have to satisfy my curiosity.

And help him. That's what this is REALLY about. This is to help him. Then we can go back to normal. Just this one time, and then maybe Suzanne can do it next week and then keep doing it after that ... Or maybe I could. Once a week isn't so bad, is it? God, I'm so weak!

Alan sat there dressed in nothing but his T-shirt, looking at his mother dressed only in her panties. His urge to flee had faded and his anticipation had grown to an almost unbearable level. Please. Please. Dear Lord, don't let her stop now! Please, do it, Mom! Do it!

Chapter 6

Without saying any more, Susan reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis for the very first time.

She was panting heavily by this point, and so was he. Her massive boobs heaved like two rocking ships on a stormy sea. She just held his penis for a minute, doing nothing more. She tried to calm her breath, but it was ragged and growing more so all the time. She felt light-headed and wondered whether she would faint if she couldn't bring her breathing under control.

Alan felt much the same. Fuck, man! Mom is actually holding my dick! Mom! My perfect-ten, bombshell, centerfold mom!

He was struggling mightily not to cum, or possibly pass out from nervous overload, even though she was doing nothing more than just holding his erection. Then he thought he heard her mutter, "Remember: the penis. The penis in the abstract."

Mumbling that repeatedly like a mantra seemed to calm her down somewhat. Finally, she began moving her fingers over his shaft. She acted as if she'd never touched a penis before, which was true in a sense since she'd never allowed herself to just examine her husband's erection up close in the light. The old Susan had always had sex in the dark, and then only in the missionary position.

She wrapped a fist around the base of his dick and then experimentally began poking near the crown, at the ridge at the base of his cockhead.

She was curious about the frenulum, the special spot below the head of a penis that Suzanne had told her about. (The fact that she needed to be told was an indication of just how little she'd touched her husband's erection with her hands over the years.) She found herself repeatedly probing that spot with her fingertips. Soon, she was all but tickling it as she ran her fingertips back and forth.

Alan couldn't help but groan loudly. Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "Mom, not there! Too- ugh! Too sensitive!" He sensed that just the sight of his topless mother with her hands on his dick was already going to push him over the edge.

As he stared at her moving fingers, he noticed her wedding ring, and that fact alone nearly made him cum. He closed his eyes to try to delay his explosion.

"It's so wet already," she commented, running her fingers through his leaking pre-cum. She stopped tickling him near the head, but her other hand was starting to stroke near the base without her really consciously thinking about it.

"That's 'cos you've got me so excited, Mom," he gasped.

She began stroking his shaft more firmly, going nearly from top to bottom. She spoke so quietly it was nearly inaudible. "I like how smooth it is. Smooth and wet. That makes stroking it fun and easy."

He thought he was going to lose it for sure. His PC muscle squeezing didn't seem to be enough to stop him from blasting his load at her. Only the shame of premature ejaculation gave him the strength to hold out somehow.

Susan looked at the struggle playing out on his face. She realized that she'd mostly just been stroking his sweet spot, and remembered that she needed to do the abnormality check before anything else. So she began at the base and started pressing her thumb into his penis just as Nurse Akami had shown her how to do. She slowly attempted to cover every inch. She calmed herself by really seriously attempting to do the check.

That calmed him a lot as well because, although it felt great, it wasn't overwhelmingly pleasurable. His immediate urge to cum slowly subsided.

Meanwhile, her other hand began working at the tip, slowly massaging it. She soon got over her initial awkwardness, and both she and Alan began to grow more comfortable, especially once she found a rubbing rhythm.

He relaxed a bit, realizing that he could hold out longer if she kept doing only what she was doing for a while.

Then she grew bolder, affirming in her mind a decision that she'd made. My Tiger has to cum. He needs to cum so very much! I can't let him leave here with blue balls; it wouldn't be right.

She said to him, "The more times you can achieve ejaculation at the hands of others, the better, right? That's what the nurse says. So I thought we could do double-duty here, just like she does."

Her fingers went back to stimulating his sweet spot most of the time, even while she continued with the "abnormality check" with her other hand. But before long, she seemed to forget all about doing the check, and that other hand started pumping up and down his shaft.

They continued in silence. His erection was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, so the only sound in the room was their combined panting and the squish, squish, squish of her hands sliding around his slick shaft.

She thought, This is so weird. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. It feels so strange to slide my fingers up and down this ... thing. This member. Erection, I suppose. Dick or cock even, some say. Doing this may not be the greatest thing since sliced bread, like Suzanne has been claiming, but it's ... nice. I could even get used to this, I think.

That was a drastic understatement as she tried to pretend even to herself that she was staying calm and collected. In reality, she was so horny she could hardly tell up from down. The smell of aroused pussy filled the room.

Alan was having an increasingly difficult time not cumming, especially because Susan didn't know that she needed to pause or slow down when he was almost ready to reach orgasm, as Akami and Suzanne usually did. In fact, she started to go faster and faster. It didn't help either that her face was now so close to his lap that he could feel her cool breath on the tip of his dick.

"Mom, watch out - I can't hold on!" he said, but it was already too late. "I'm going to do it!" he yelled.

She looked up briefly in surprise, and then closed her eyes. She was high on lust, more than she cared to admit. She could feel her own urge to cum within her as she thrilled at thoughts of him cumming. She would have climaxed then, too, had there been any tactile stimulation of her nipples or clit.

He began shooting his cum right into her face, as a supernova of orgasmic pleasure exploded within him.

She was afraid of getting it in her eyes, even though she was wearing glasses. Just as she'd seen Akami do, she leaned back and took some of it on her chest instead. Besides, she loved the idea of getting painted with his pearly cream on her face and chest, since she'd been dreaming about it and talking about it with Suzanne for so many days.

But while her eyes stayed closed, Alan was busy watching everything. He noticed that she had the most curious facial expression. It reminded him of when a person goes out in the rain, but instead of trying to avoid the water they expose themselves to it and luxuriate in the feeling of raindrops hitting all over their body, much like Gene Kelly when he danced and sang in "Singing in the Rain." Mom's doing exactly that, except with my cum instead of rain. She loves it!

Susan did love it, even though she was trying to deny her wildly swirling emotions and pretend it was just a clinical procedure.

Attempting to remain professional, she remembered some of Suzanne's detailed instructions on what to do. She recalled that it was extremely important to keep stroking at all times, so she did (though she didn't remember why it was so crucial). She felt the pulsing of his cum in the warm erection in her hands and also felt his squirts landing on her chest. She recalled from the all too rare times she'd had sex with her husband that a man squirted like that just a few times, maybe three or four at the most.

But Alan just kept cumming and cumming, spurting at least ten ropes of cum. The jets of semen shooting from the tip of his dick seemed never-ending and the accompanying rush of orgasmic pleasure seemed to go on forever as well.

Finally Susan opened her eyes in shock and stared as the last few ropes shot from the tip of his dick.

He cried out a deep guttural moan.

She cried out too, but her voice was higher pitched and expressed more shock.

Chapter 7

Alan was spent. He came down slowly from his erotic high. Dang! I can't believe it. That was AWESOME! INCREDIBLE! It was even better than with Aunt Suzy, if such a thing is possible, just 'cos it was with Mom!

Susan though took longer to recover. She just stared at Alan in stunned silence for a minute or more. Cum covered her chest, but there was more of it on her face.

As her mind started to function better, she thought, Wow! That was REALLY strange. But not so bad. In fact, I kind of liked it. I wonder why my hubby never insisted that I do this to him. Or did he, and I was too hung up with my religious inhibitions to agree? But Ron could never cum that much with his little pecker. My son though, he just kept shooting and shooting and shooting! He must have been really excited. And I made him that way. That makes me feel great!

Tiger is just so virile! Like Suzanne keeps telling me, he's a total stud! Now I know what that means. So much sperm everywhere!

As she looked at the cum on her hands, she noticed her wedding ring. There wasn't any cum right on her ring, but there was all around it, and that gave her a spasm of guilt. Am I cheating on Ron? Suzanne says it's not cheating, but I just don't know. He hasn't been the best of husbands, but I still feel uneasy about doing this behind his back, just the same.

Finally she said to Alan, "Well, that's that. I guess. What a strange world we live in, with mothers having to do this for their sons. Are you okay, Tiger?"

"I'm more than okay, Mom. You made me feel fantastic." The sight of his cum-covered busty mother was such a turn-on to him that he never really lost his hardness. He was ready to go again nearly instantly.

Only then did she seem to notice all of the cum on her heaving tits. Look at me. I'm covered in this ... white goo. Oooh. Gross! She asked no one in particular, "Oh my. What are we going to do with all of this sticky stuff?"

Then she thought, But really, what's so gross about it? Suzanne's right; I need to get over my hang-ups. What did she call cum? That's right: "A tasty treat and a reward for a job well done." She's even called it a sticky, delicious sign of his love. It would be unseemly for me to give any of this a taste, no matter how yummy it might be. But Suzanne also said that him cumming so much and so often is a sign of his great virility. My Tiger could be a real tiger in bed! Heck, I'm sure that he would be!

She looked at him with a new attitude and a face full of bliss. It struck her that he was exceptionally sexually potent and talented, a true prize for any woman. She suddenly felt as if the cum that covered her was the greatest thing ever. It seemed as if she could just smile and gaze into his eyes for all eternity.

But then she began examining her chest more closely, running her fingers around and through the gobs of cum. She knew that was a bit naughty, but she couldn't help herself.

"Would you just look at me?!" she said in a delighted tone. "I'm a complete mess! It's a good thing I took my blouse off first."

Some of his cum had landed on her lower lip. She waited until he was looking elsewhere (which wasn't hard to do since his eyes were plastered on her chest and all points further down). Then she quickly used her tongue to bring it into her mouth.

Darn it, that IS a tasty treat! She already knew his cum tasted great, from her surreptitious taste when she'd been with him and Akami. She also loved its smell. The fresh taste confirmed her opinion and fed her hunger for more. MMMM! So good! I can't believe I'm saying that about my own son's cum! What have I turned into? Some kind of shameless hussy? But it's just a fact. Why does his spermy spend have to taste so darn good?!

One of her hands found a particularly large gob of cum on her chest, so she scooped it up. She put it on the tip of her finger and then sucked it into her mouth. Her desire was so great that she forgot to make sure he didn't catch her in the act.

When she did remember, she looked up to see him staring at the finger in her mouth with an astonished face. Busted! Damn. But the thing is, it's just too delicious to stop. Mmmm.

Alan imagined that the finger in her mouth was his dick. It wasn't hard to imagine, given the way she was treating it. She was pushing it in and out of her lips, making audible sucking noises on it as if trying to recover the very last remnants of cum so she could get it all. Even though he'd just cum, he could feel that his dick was still rock hard and ready for more.

Susan thought back to Suzanne's cocksucking 'instructions, ' given on several occasions but mostly during their long morning phone call. While she hadn't sucked him off, Suzanne's advice seemed apt at that moment. "A good cocksucker always swallows. Cum can be very messy, and the best way to clean up is to eat it all. It's a sign of love to swallow. It's what good mommies do."

Susan was so aroused thinking about Suzanne's words that she couldn't stop herself. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she said to him as she swiped up another gob with a finger, "Tiger, I hope you don't mind, but Suzanne said this is how I'm supposed to clean things up."

She brought the gob up to her lips but held it there and waited for his reaction, half-fearing that he'd call her a freak.

He was still recovering, and thus hardly able to talk, or even think much, but his eyes lit up and he said, "Mind? Are you kidding me? I love it! Mom, you're the best!"

With a big sigh of relief, she pushed the cummy finger into her mouth. She found herself rolling it around over her tongue to savor the taste. Mmmm. MMMM! Thank goodness he said that, because this stuff is better than chocolate. Better than ice cream! Heck, it's better than chocolate ice cream, hee-hee. I've heard that cum is supposed to taste bad, but Suzanne was so right that that's just not true. At least not with my cutie Tiger. Mmmm ... Such a special man...

She closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a mellow ecstasy as she savored it even more.

Alan was already aroused beyond belief as it was, so the sight of his cum all over her tremendous breasts was almost too much to take. The added sight of her openly eating some of his cum pushed him even further, especially when she licked her fingers clean.

She scooped up even more cum from her chest, smearing her fingers with the sticky stuff. Then she sucked up another big gob with a loud and nearly orgasmic "Mmmm!"

She noticed that a small gob had dripped down to her wedding ring, which was a simple platinum band. But she was off in such a happy erotic la-la land that that only pleased her even more. She purposely and lovingly licked the ring clean.

Alan thought momentarily that he would faint when he saw that, but he held his breath until the feeling passed. He was starting to wonder when his mother would notice that his dick was still stiff.

Susan's boobs were so large and so perfectly shaped that her cum-covered chest was a completely different sight to behold than when he'd splattered Akami's average-size boobs. Susan's chest seemed to Alan like two mighty mountains with a deep valley between them. His cum gobs couldn't keep their elevation on those mountains, so they began sliding down into her valley, especially as more of them fell from her face. It occurred to him that her cleavage would be so perfectly lubricated with his cum that he could slip his boner into that valley and fuck her there.

"I have no idea what to do with all this stuff," she said to him. "There's just so much sperm! Is this much ... discharge ... normal? Suzanne said that I should eat it all because, uh, otherwise..."

She tried to remember the reason Suzanne had given, but came up blank. (In fact, Suzanne hadn't given any reason, but at that time the two of them were too horny to notice or care.) So she ad-libbed, "Uh, or else it'll fall and stain the carpet." Her face turned red as she said this, because she was aware that it was a pretty thin excuse to do something so blatantly obscene. So she added, "I hope Suzanne warned you about the evils of letting your seed spill upon the ground."

Alan didn't know what that meant, but he remembered Suzanne had recently and cryptically used the exact same wording. He guessed it had something to do with making a mess and staining things, though he couldn't figure out why she said "ground" instead of "floor."

Susan loved the taste of Alan's cum so much that she couldn't stop herself from eating the rest of it. Pretending not to notice that her son was continuing to stare, she soon began devoting her full attention to finding cum gobs with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth.

Before long, she was not only putting his cum into her mouth, she was practically fucking her mouth with her fingers as she was doing it. She was fantasizing about sucking him off. She had been aware that he was still erect for a while, so when he was obviously staring at her mouth and chest she unashamedly stared right back at his waving erection. Oooh goody! Look at that thing! Soooo big. I wonder how Ron would feel, knowing how much bigger his son's member is. And not just bigger, but superior in every way. This is a penis I want to get to know intimately. My son is a stud! Mmmm. MMMM! More!

She scooped up more gobs of cum and took her time savoring them, one by one. I don't really remember why I'm supposed to eat all of this, but I don't care. As for stroking him, who am I kidding? It wasn't just okay, it wasn't just fun, it was GREAT! I could play with it all day! I felt soooo good making him squirm and wiggle and practically burst with joy. And then when he DID burst, with his blast of gooey cum, what a rush!

If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

She continued to scoop and lick while Alan just stared at her. Mmmm. More cum. Yum. This is soooo yummy, but I'll bet it tastes even better coming straight from the source. I've got a naughty little feeling that it won't be too many days until I have the real thing inside my mouth, pulsing with life and sperm, rather than just my own cummy finger. Oooh! That's a nasty thought, hee-hee.

The sight of her devouring his cum with such obvious enjoyment and lust again made him giddy to the point of nearly passing out. Even so, he was very deliberately not touching his new erection. In fact, he was so turned on that he was already again worried about premature ejaculation. Dang! I really need to work on my PC muscle exercises so I won't keep embarrassing myself. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on not cumming as best he could.

Finally, Susan finished devouring his cum, ending up looking surprisingly clean as a result. She immediately focused her attention on the "source" for more. Using a voice dripping with lust, she said, "Oh, but look at you. Goodness! You're hard again. I forgot to slow down, and got you off too quickly. I'm afraid I forgot to finish our examination. We may just have to do it all over again."

She smiled a wicked smile after saying that. What's happening to me? she thought idly, as if she were on the outside of her body looking in. Why am I acting like this, and why can't I stop? I'm supposed to be acting detached and clinical, but no one warned me how much FUN this would be!

Okay, true, Suzanne did warn me, and in spades, and she was so right! As usual! How I love her. And she said it's perfectly okay to enjoy it. As long as it has to happen, why not have a little fun? She keeps telling me that too.

"No, it's my fault!" Alan suddenly said, surprising her. "I'm sorry I came that quickly. I just couldn't hold out. You're just too damn sexy! Mom, you're so beautiful. You're too much. It's just amazing. And the way you did the, uh, abnormality check, well ... Wow!"

"No, you're just saying that," she said dismissively, but secretly she was more pleased by his compliments than she'd been by any others in years. "And you must think your mother is weird, tasting your, uh, discharge, but I don't know what else to do with it. I mean, this is a damn awkward situation, but ... Is this okay? Are you sure we should continue?" There was anticipation in her voice, and she was speaking to his jutting erection, not to his face.

"Yeah, it's okay," he replied. "It's way more than okay."

She gave a heavy and very audible sigh of relief.

Chapter 8

"We'll have to do this at least once a week," Susan said excitedly as she grabbed her son's erection again. "Maybe more!" She frowned, and then asked with complete seriousness, "Could you ask Akami if maybe sometimes more than one abnormality check a week is necessary? You can't be too careful."

Alan grinned. "I'll ask. But I agree that more often wouldn't hurt. In fact, it's good to play it safe."

Susan smiled. "I agree whole-heartedly. So I'm sure that, since we're going to be doing this a lot from now on, we can become more professional about it. Do you mind your frumpy old mother jacking you off at least once a week and then eating up all your, uh, discharge? Could you live with that?" She resumed the abnormality check as she talked.

He knew that she was fishing for compliments, and he was very happy to give them sincerely. "Live with it? Mom, I'd love it! You're no frump; you're the sweetest, kindest, greatest, sexiest mom in the history of the world! I could easily 'live' with you doing that once a day. Heck, once an hour!"

She blushed, immensely pleased. "Shucks. You're just saying that. I'm sure you'd prefer Suzanne's help much more." She seemed keen on "checking" his sweet spot, as she kept on rubbing him there.

"Mom, Aunt Suzy is amazing, but you're totally amazing too. Of course she has years of experience, but you'll learn to be just as good as her, I'm sure."

"You think?" A determined look crossed her face. "Well, I'll try."

His mind nearly overloaded with pleasure as he imagined Susan giving him handjobs for years on end, all the while competing with Suzanne to see who was best at it.

As she talked, she was already "examining" every inch of his erection with her fingers, but she'd moved on from rubbing his sweet spot after trying to "check" that spot for a minute or two. The rest of her abnormality check wasn't the same as a full-on handjob and it didn't feel nearly as good to him.

A light bulb went off in his head. "Mom, why don't you practice giving me a handjob right now? Then I can better compare how you do it to Aunt Suzy's style. We can get back to the abnormality check after you practice that for a while."

Her whole face lit up with delight, even though logically his idea didn't make much sense. "What a good idea!" Both her hands began pumping up and down his shaft.

Alan had to stifle a loud groan, both over what she was doing and at her obvious joy in doing it. He was glad that at least this time he was able to hold out and enjoy it longer, now that he'd already cum once.

After a few minutes, she said as she stroked happily, "I must admit, I'm not very good at giving your member a ... massage. Your father and I, we've never really been into that kind of thing, so I've never even given a blowjob before. Everything we did ... it was fumbling around in the dark. I feel kind of inadequate, especially knowing how talented our next door neighbor, 'Jessica Rabbit', is at it. I really want to be good at these handjobs, but I just don't know what to do."

"Mom, don't talk like that, or I'm going to lose it already. And slow down or stop rubbing from time to time, if you want me to hold out longer. I'm hoping we can practice for a long time."

She grinned. "Me too. Besides, Akami said that you need to be stimulated for a long time or it doesn't count for your daily total."

She began going more slowly. Mmmm. It's so warm. I know I'm going to be damned to Hell for this, but I have to admit that it's such a pleasure just to hold it. In a way I almost wish that guys didn't have orgasms, just so I could hold it and stroke it forever. But what did Suzanne say? "Don't just stroke it; love it." Suzanne gives the BEST advice! Tiger, I love you baby! And I love holding your coc- ... uh, your member.

I can't let myself get too excited. I'm all but naked, with my big tits constantly bouncing around, and if things get totally out of control my own son could end up fucking me! That's one reason why I have to know how to tame this hot, throbbing wild beast with just my hands.

A minute or so later, she asked, "How is this, Tiger? Do you like this? Is this what Suzanne does?"

He suggested, "It's beyond great. But if you put your whole body into it, then your chest shakes in the most delightful way in time with the stroking and I absolutely love that." Wondering if he'd pushed too far, he added, "You know, visual stimulation and all that; it, uh, helps with my cure."

Susan seemed to like that idea too. Her boobs were already constantly on the move, but now she sat forward with her chest thrust out while he sat right at the edge of her bed, to give him an even better show. She immediately began stroking in a way that caused her upper arms to move, not just her lower arms. That in turn set her rack lightly jiggling.

She asked, "Is that good? Is that how Suzanne does it?"

He went on, "Mom, it's great. But as for Aunt Suzy ... Um ... You don't have to do exactly what she does. I'm sure you can be just as good as her, but using your own style. Just watch my face and listen to my groans to find out what I like the most. It just takes a little practice." It was a hard question to think of an encouraging answer to, especially while he was being stroked so pleasurably. But he seemed to say exactly the right thing.

Susan had definitely found her cock-stroking rhythm by this time. Her hands pistoned up and down over his pre-cum soaked shaft ever more excitedly with each passing minute. All thoughts of eventually resuming the abnormality check were completely forgotten. Sometimes she used both hands on his dick, and sometimes she dropped a hand to her sopping wet panties to touch her clit. She was on fire.

"Oh, yes, Tiger! Practice! We need more practice! A lot of practice. A lot ... So much stroking ... Practice!" She said this between heavy, heaving breaths as she reached a crescendo of excitement. Once again her chest swayed and bounced in ways that caused nearly as much excitement for him as what her hands were doing.

She continued to stroke him with gusto, but she began to pay more attention to his reaction and vary her technique to determine what worked best. For his first climax, she had been uncontrollably excited and stroked madly and passionately. But this time around she took a bit more time, exploring every inch with slower movements to better prolong his joy. She tried to remember some of the practical tips Suzanne had mentioned during their many recent handjob discussions. Most especially, she focused more on rubbing his sweet spot and the other most sensitive spots Suzanne had told her about, generally around his cockhead.

Occasionally she asked him if he liked this or that technique, but his answers weren't that helpful since he loved everything.

That is, until he groaned particularly loudly with undisguised lust.

"What is it? What did I do?" she asked eagerly.

He was almost afraid to say, but he told her. "Um, Mom, that spot on the underside of the penis, below the head, where your fingers are pressing right now? That's the most sensitive spot. When you stroke me there like you were just doing, I practically see stars."

"Oh reeeeeally?!" She was all smiles. She remembered how much importance Suzanne had given to that spot, the one that both Suzanne and Akami had called the "sweet spot." Susan was already rubbing there a lot, but from that point on, at least one of her hands seemed to be focusing there at all times.

Time passed in a blur. Alan was hardly aware of where he was or even who he was. He had been entranced by her slow rhythms, and was drifting in some alternate space where nothing existed but pleasure and arousal. His eyes were glassy and his face was filled with a great mindless grin.

Suddenly he came to, finding himself again shooting his cum all over his mother's face and chest. He'd been enjoying himself so much that he'd forgotten to struggle to delay his climax.

Susan had enjoyed his climax the first time, but she'd been more shocked than anything. This time she could fully appreciate the experience. Luckily, she'd been holding and fondling his balls with one hand, and she'd felt them tighten and lift, so she wasn't that surprised when his cum started to fly. She was in seventh heaven as his cum shot towards her face and chest.

The previous time, she'd been a bit afraid of the "gross" cum, but now she treated it like manna from Heaven. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward to make sure all his cum landed on her.

Alan noticed she was shaking wildly and correctly concluded that she must be climaxing.

Remarkably, she hadn't been playing with her clit through her panties at the time, although she certainly had been minutes earlier, so what pushed her over the edge was that she was so excited from his cumming.

As successive ropes were flying shorter distances when his climax started to peter out, she shook his erection more vigorously, coaxing out more and more cum until it just dripped, and then stopped altogether. Then she fell back onto the floor, emotionally and mentally drained.

For the first time, it occurred to Alan that Susan might have been enjoying the experience as much as, or even more than, he had himself, which was saying quite a lot.

"Look at all your cum, Tiger!" she finally said, as she writhed about slowly on the floor. "You just about covered me in cum! God, it's SO HOT! Mommy loves it! Mommy needs MORE CUM!"

She was still in the throes of an extraordinary orgasm. When she'd had sex with her husband, she'd never had even one orgasm, and now she was having a whole series, which kept on long after she stopped touching him.

Eventually she settled down, but her body still occasionally bucked from the intensity of it all, like the aftershocks of a big earthquake. She thought, I had no idea that a person could feel this good! I must be multi-orgasmic. To think that I was married all these years and I never once experienced THAT.

Her breathing finally began to calm, but her erotic mood only heightened. She was like a **** addict who'd just had her all-time greatest high, and was now ready to do anything for another hit. She took a hand and began rubbing his cum into the skin of her chest. "It feels soooo good!"

Suddenly the thought occurred to her, We never did quite finish that abnormality check, did we? I guess we'll just have to do it all over again later, hee-hee!

With her other hand, she resumed rubbing her wet crotch through the thin fabric of her panties. Her pussy was totally soaked, with rivulets of her juices running down her thighs. Then she pushed her panties aside and plunged her fingers directly into her dripping slit, fingering her clit at the same time. She knew that masturbating in front of her son was extremely wrong and far outside the bounds of his abnormality check, but she couldn't control herself.

However, her pussy was still sensitive from her recent series of climaxes, so she had to stop and let her body recover. Her panties more or less fell back into place.

Alan was disappointed by that, since he had been too preoccupied to get a clear view of her pussy while she'd been playing with it. But he too was in recovery mode and in no mood to complain about anything, given the incredible experience he'd just had.

"Look at me, Tiger," she cooed as she ran two of her fingers down her cleavage, scooping up some cum along the way. "You cum soooo much. It's just too much. Good Lord, I must look like some kind of big-titted, sperm-covered mommy! Mmmm! What am I supposed to do with all this cum?"

He surprised himself by saying in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Why, Mom, I think you're going to eat it all."

"Oh Tiger, that's so nasty! You're just such a nasty, sexy, cum-filled boy. Is that an order?"

Despite his lack of sexual experience, he could tell what she wanted to hear. "Yes. Yes it is. Mom, I want you to eat up all my cum. Every last bit."

She loved being ordered what to do (though she didn't consciously know that yet), so his command caused chills of excitement to run up and down her spine. "Oh my! What a naughty boy! I guess if that's what you want, I'll have to do it. The only thing is..." - she paused to suck a cum gob off her fingers - "I kind of like having it on my skin too. It's like you're ... marking me ... Claiming me, even!" She ate more of his cum, repeatedly sucking it off her fingers. "Geez, listen to me. That sounds crazy! We're supposed to just be having an abnormality check here, and look at me!"

He did look at her. The sight of her rocking gently back and forth on the floor to some unheard rhythm while eagerly finding and eating his cum was blowing his mind. Even though he'd just cum twice in a short interval, he was a bit surprised that his penis didn't immediately lurch back into action yet again, because every move she made and every word she said was just too arousing to take. Mom is such a sexual dynamo! Who would have ever figured?!

Being "ordered" to clean up his cum took her to even greater heights of excitement (even though she'd all but told him to order her to do it). She simply couldn't help her urges and resumed frigging her clit despite a lingering sensitivity there. At the same time, it appeared that her other hand was out of control, running through his jism and scooping it up to consume it as fast as she could, instead of pausing to savor the taste. While she did all this, she apologized profusely and sincerely, "Oh no! Forgive me! I'm so sorry, Tiger. Please don't look, but I just can't control my hands! I'm too worked up! So improper! Oh my God! So very ... Yes!"

Somehow she managed to continue her search for cum even as her body bucked more wildly.

He completely ignored her feeble request to not look at her, because her eyes told him a different story.

He thought, I've seen a lot of sexy things in the past few weeks, but this is the most out-of-control sexy thing I've ever seen! Just look at my mom, my so-called prudish mom. She's writhing on the floor with gobs of my cum all over her face and smeared all over her massive tits, even as they sway all around her chest. But that's not all! She's got a hand under her panties, plunging into the depths of her snatch while her legs buck and kick in the air. It's like she's being royally fucked by an invisible man!