Walk on the Wild Side: Part 4

Chapter 10

Two hours later, Alan was awakened by his alarm clock. He felt a lot better than when he'd gone to sleep. He came to full consciousness quickly, excited by the prospect of having more sexual fun with his sexpot mother. There had been nothing she could do to get him aroused during his goodnight kiss and tuck-in, but now his erection jutted out proudly just from the thought that he would be near her soon.

However, he also felt strangely shy about initiating something with her. With Katherine, he had no problem walking into her room naked and waking her by licking her pussy. But he couldn't do that with Susan for some reason. She was still his mother and his authority figure, and her bedroom was a sort of chamber of power and mystery to him, not just an ordinary room.

To his dismay, he found himself putting on pajamas and then knocking on her bedroom door. Why am I such a chicken? he thought as he waited. I know she'll totally want this, so what's my problem? But he couldn't overcome his deeply ingrained rules of parental respect.

He kept knocking softly but insistently until he heard her ask in a bleary voice, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Mom."

"Oh dear! Is there some kind of emergency?!"

He could hear shuffling about, obviously assuming the worst. "No Mom, no emergency at all. I just couldn't get back to sleep and wanted to say hi."

The movement from within stopped and there was a long pause before she said through the door, "Say hi? Is that all?"

"Well, yeah. And my dick wants to say hi, too."

Her voice went from grumpy to happy. "Oooh! I see! Hold on. I'll be right there!"

"Actually, could I come in?"

"Okay, but give me a minute, would you? I look like heck, I'm sure. And my breath. Yuck! Make that two minutes!"

He stood there, lightly stroking his erection as he waited. He felt a bit odd wearing his pajamas, especially with his hard-on poking out through the front, but he didn't want to go back and take them off when she could be ready for him at any moment.

Time passed while he was dying of anticipation, as he imagined his beautiful, busty mother running around naked on the other side of the door. He complained even as he lightly stroked himself, "Mom, I'm getting some pretty strong Onanistic urges out here. Please hurry!"

"Oh my goodness! Hold on, Son. Be strong! Wait for your big-titted centerfold mommy! I'm almost done."

He groaned and wondered once again why he held himself back from just going straight into her room as he had with his sister earlier that day.

Finally, she yelled, "Okay! I'm all set. Come on in."

He walked in, expecting to be awed by his mother's bombshell beauty, and he was not disappointed. She'd kept the room dark and seductive, turning on just one dim light by her bedside. She was propped up on her bed, lying on top of the covers, in see-through lingerie designed to make men drool.

He held his breath in awe. Fuck, Mom is stacked! It's like every time I see her, I'm still surprised by that!

But as he walked in, Susan appeared to be the one most eager to drool. She lifted her breasts with both hands and said, "Look, Tiger! These have been feeling lonely for you. They were just thinking how good it would feel to have hard son-cock buried deep between them."

He was too staggered by her wanton display to say anything in return. He was positively giddy, thanks to her smoldering sex appeal.

As he got closer, she gazed at his erection poking through his pajamas, and said, "Oh my! Just look at all that cocky goodness. Is that all for me?"

He grinned. "All eight inches of it, Mom."

"My oh my! Whatever will I do with all that cock? Bring it over here. And don't tell me that's only eight inches; it's got to be ten at the very least!"

He saw no need to disabuse her of her over-inflated estimate of the length of his erect penis. As he got closer, he removed his own hands from holding his boner, letting her take over immediately with both of hers.

She chastised him, playfully yet seriously, "You did the right thing waking me up. It breaks my heart to see your hands on it, flirting with the sin of Onan. You're just such a terribly cum-filled boy with an unstoppably powerful, oh-so-needy cock! But Mommy's going to make it all better." She pulled him in closer via his stiff rod, stroking it all the while.

He sat up on her bed next to her, but even still she gently pulled him closer. He noticed that she had lubrication of some kind on her hands, so that they slid very easily all over his happily throbbing erection.

She said to him with a serious look of concern, "I don't know what to do! All day I've been looking forward to a repeat of our wonderful titfuck last night, but now that I see your cock all hard like that, I have this overwhelming urge to suck on it!" Her forehead wrinkled because she was deeply torn over the choice.

He suggested, "Why not have your cake and eat it too? Suck on it for a while and then titfuck."

But she complained as she stroked, "You don't understand. Once I have it in my mouth, I can't take it out to save my life until you give up another tasty load. That's just how it is."

So he suggested, "Well, has Aunt Suzy taught you how to lick and titfuck at the same time? It isn't easy, especially with tits as big as yours, but we can make it work if we position ourselves just right."

She gasped incredulously. "NO!"

"Yes!"

"No! Really?! I can have it in my lips and between my breasts at the same time?!"

"Yeah, Mom."

"Oooh! Let's do it! Why doesn't Suzanne tell me these things?! This is - oh! Goodness! It's just too great! It's like finding out chocolate ice cream helps you lose weight AND cures cancer!"

He chuckled happily at her expression of enthusiasm.

Susan propped herself up with pillows until her face was practically smashed into her own cleavage. She was determined to get at his cockhead.

He removed his pajama bottoms while keeping his pajama top on. As he straddled her, he said, "Here, let me help you out of that nightie. It'll just get in the way."

"I suppose you're right" she conceded. She muttered excitedly as she waited impatiently for him to disrobe her, "I still can't believe this is for real. A titfuck and a cocksuck at the same time? It just seems too good to believe, like finding out that chocolate is better for you than broccoli." (She had a sweet tooth when it came to chocolate.) "Next time I see Suz- ... Wait! What are you doing?" He'd gotten her nightie off, and she could feel he was taking her matching set of panties off as well.

"I'm just taking your clothes off."

"But why do you need to take my panties off, too?" She let her panties slowly slide down her legs, not trying to stop him. In fact, because he was sitting on her, she had to bend her knees and do most of the work getting them off. She thought, He always somehow manages to get me completely naked, and then has his complete way with my body. He's just too clever and spermy for me to resist!

He said casually, "Mom, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what you can and can't wear."

She exploded lustily, "SO HOT! Say that again, please! You're really TAKING CHARGE of your busty mommy, aren't you?"

He was all smiles as he twirled her panties around a finger until they flew off and landed on the floor.

Her heart pounded hard. Oh God! He is! He is!

His erection was already in position between her perfect globes, and she started to slide them all over it. He repeated, "Mom, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what you can and can't wear."

She squealed. "Oh! Shivers! I'm getting shivers everywhere! Son, you're just taking TOTAL CONTROL of my entire body, using me to satisfy your extraordinary lust!" But her tone made it clear that she thought this was just about the greatest thing in the world. She extended her head forward and tried to lick his cockhead, but without success. Her tits were like bumpers keeping her less than an inch from her personal nirvana.

Encouraged by her comment about him taking "total control" of her "entire body," he reached back from where he was straddling her above her diaphragm and fingered her exposed slit a little bit.

She practically exploded into orgasm. The fact that he was fingering her was arousing enough, but what excited her even more was when she thought, I'm so helpless! My big strong Tiger is sitting on my chest and he can do ANYthing he wants to my pussy - or the rest of me - and I can't stop him! He's in total control of his big-titted mother and he's taking his rightful place as MASTER of this house! He could even fuck my juicy pussy right now and I'd just have to spread my legs and LOVE IT!

She moaned with great need, "Please! Pleeeasse!"

He wasn't sure what the 'pleases' referred to. Was it that she wanted him to stop fingering her slit, or was it that she wanted him to start the titfuck?

In truth, even she didn't know what she meant at first. She was deeply conflicted. But after a moment she gathered her resolve and said, "No! Tiger, please! You can't do that!"

He'd been worried she'd say something like that, and he'd already come up with an excuse. As he kept fingering her pussy lips, he said calmly, "But Mom. A titfuck needs to be well-lubricated. My dick isn't all wet like last time. I'm just going to another source of abundant lubrication." He brought his hand back and sucked some of her secretions into his mouth while he still could. He loved the taste, but he couldn't be sure if that was because it tasted sexy or because she was his mother.

She looked at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. Their titfuck was temporarily forgotten, although he still clutched her tits tightly around his shaft. "But Son! You can't! Please! That's my very special place. That's the one place sons can never go, not even well-hung, virile sons like you." She shivered lustily and muttered to herself, "ESPECIALLY not even well-hung, virile sons like you." She shuddered.

He couldn't stand to see her like that, so he tried to rectify the situation (but without promising not to touch her there again). "I'm sorry! Really sorry! I didn't realize."

She still frowned, and then exhaled loudly. "That's okay. Just don't try that again, please? Mommy has only a limited ability to resist your cocky prowess. And didn't you realize my big tits are lubed up already? I just covered them in coconut oil, just for you."

Actually, he'd realized that already - the smell of coconut had permeated her room - but he pretended cluelessness. "Wow! Mom, you're the best!" He bent down and inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh of exaggerated satisfaction.

She giggled, and her facial expression changed to smiles. All seemed well again in the world. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Fuck the shit out of me!"

He found that comment bittersweet, since that wasn't the kind of fucking he most wanted to give her. But it was still divine, so he smiled and tried to scoot closer to her face.

She tentatively tried again to lick him in this new position, and this time was delighted to find that her tongue just managed to reach his cockhead. She didn't say anything, because her tongue was fully extended; she just looked up at him and wiggled her eyebrows approvingly.

He slid back and forth a little bit, but not much because that would stymie her licking efforts. He paused and said, "Mom, I love the oiled-up feeling. Cool! But next time, please let me watch you oil them. That would be hot." He slid his hard-on around a bit more, enjoying the lubrication of her slippery tunnel.

She loved that idea; it brought her lusty enthusiasm roaring back. She managed a very affirmative sounding "Mmmm!" Then she reached up, grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, and pulled him forward, smashing his groin into her bouncy rack.

He tended to be a little too gentle with her because he loved and respected her so much. But she didn't have any such hesitation herself. As a result, she was able to get him another vital inch or two closer. That let her tilt her head downward and lick the entire head of his cock, although, to her great frustration, his sweet spot remained just out of reach.

She licked for a minute or two, with ever more urgent, loud "Mmmm!" noises. Oh my God! This is Heaven on Earth! Feeling his hot, throbbing, sperm-filled shaft between my super sensitive tits is divine enough, but then getting to lick him at the same time is almost too much for me to take! I'm getting dizzy from all this cocky, spermy joy!

(Actually, it was the reduced blood flow to her head, due to the **** bend in her neck, that was making her so dizzy.)

He'd been content just to sit there and enjoy her suction, but then she withdrew a bit to rest her neck and exclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready! This is the BEST! Don't sit still; spear me! If you can fuck my tits AND my mouth at the same time, I'll just die of happiness! It's like a two-for-one mommy taming!"

He laughed. "That it is! Let's see how it works. You surprised me! Even Aunt Suzy with her long tongue has had trouble licking all she wanted to lick during a titfuck, but then again she hasn't tried a position like this."

He started thrusting in and out, taking very short strokes of only an inch or so. He wanted to see if he could stroke while she kept at least some of his cockhead in her mouth at all times. When that was successful, he started to increase the length of the strokes another inch or so until she was often in danger of completely losing lip contact with his dick.

He eventually found a good compromise position that allowed them to have what was effectively a simultaneous blowjob and titfuck. There were limitations - for instance, he couldn't just freely plow through her deliciously oiled cleavage with deep, hard strokes, because her tongue couldn't possibly stay in contact the full time. Mostly, he just moved his erection slowly back and forth by no more than an inch, while she slid her soft globes all over his shaft while lavishing his cockhead with attention using her lips and tongue.

After a couple of minutes in a really nice, steady rhythm, he reached back behind him and let his hand wander until it reached her clit. As soon as he started to tweak that, she let out a loud scream of orgasmic release.

As she came down a bit from her great high, she thought, It's so true. My son is the MAN of the house! He comes into my room any time he wants, assaults my body with his relentless huge cock, and makes me scream his name with pure bliss over and over again. It's so wrong, but it's so right! Thank you, Lord, for giving me this tempting body and such a wonderful son, and the whole medical treatment he's had, not to mention inventing titfucking and cocksucking for your humble servants - it's all so good!

Chapter 11

Unfortunately, Alan still hadn't cum, but Susan had to rest her neck and recover for a bit after her powerful climax. Once she'd regained her breath, she complained, "Tiger, what did I tell you? You can't touch me down there! What's your excuse this time?"

She sounded upset, but he could tell she wasn't really upset, because when she was she never called him "Tiger." He said, "I totally wasn't going to do that, but I knew you hadn't cum in a while and I figured just a little touch there would set you off with a nice cum."

"Well, thank you, I suppose, but you can't make a habit of that. That's a no-touch zone. You make me too horny. If you keep doing that, I just know I'll wind up on my back with my legs wrapped around you and your big cock diving deep into my ... Well, never you mind about that; just don't do it! Besides, if you want to make me cum, just play with my nipples for a couple of minutes."

He dropped his head and tried to look contrite, but avoided making any actual promises. Within seconds, he started fondling both of her nipples at the same time.

She felt thrills run up and down her spine. Dear Lord! Too intense! He's turning me into his tit ****!

Oh God! So hot! He's not content to just use me anytime he desires as one of his personal cocksuckers; he's going to make me his devoted, obedient tit **** as well!

After revealing her phrase 'tit ****' to Suzanne, she'd promised herself never to use it again. She realized that she just couldn't help it. She didn't even know what she meant by the phrase; she just knew that those words excited her powerfully, somehow seeming more "sinful" than almost anything else she could think of.

As her tongue reached out again for the head of his cock, she pouted, "No fair! You're just too good. You've totally taken control of my mouth AND my tits, and you haven't even cum yet!"

He smirked happily. "Sorry, Mom."

"I'll bet you are. But don't you DARE jack off in the middle of night and spill your seed, do you hear me? If you wake up and have any arousing thoughts whatsoever, you're to march in here and shove your lovely pole deep down my throat or into my cleavage, or both again, and play with your naughty mommy until you get release! That's an order!"

"Yes, Mom," he said with exaggerated tiredness, as if he was put out by such an "order." He resumed slowly sliding his shaft back and forth between his mother's giant orbs, now that she was again using her hands to press them in from the sides.

She continued to "order" him, "Or, if you must, I suppose you can also unload in your sister's mouth in the middle of the night. After all, you're the man of the house now and you have great needs, and Suzanne keeps telling me that variety is very important for you. So of course the choice is yours. But I'd rather you choose me since she needs her sleep for school. Whereas you could fuck my mouth all night long and I can always take a nap the next day."

He teased, "That's very selfless of you."

Busted, she smiled naughtily. "Yeah, well, it doesn't hurt that it feels so damned fantastic! Enough of the holding back and small talk. Let's see you just OWN my tits by fucking them as hard as you did last night! Remind your mommy that resistance is useless, that she has **** but to SERVE her studly son with her big hooters and hungry red lips! Prove to her again and again that she has to swallow every last drop of your spermy goodness whenever your balls need draining!"

He loved the titfuck/blowjob combo, but as his arousal grew, he desired something more proactive and vigorous. He spent the next ten minutes treating his mother's tits the same way that he'd earlier treated Heather's twat in the school parking lot. He plowed her chest so hard and fast that her tongue and lips couldn't really join in the fun. He only had to pause or slow down a couple of times to gather his energy for another burst of action.

But she didn't mind at all. Her breasts were so sensitive and easily aroused that she practically forgot her own name as her entire world centered on pleasuring the thick pole squeezed tightly in her cleavage.

When his stamina finally flagged and his thrusting slowed, she lurched forward and licked his most sensitive spot in such a delightful way that he immediately blew his load all over her face.

And a face painting it most definitely was. He fired his first rope from less than an inch away. After that, he pulled back a bit and liberally coated her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and neck. She had to wipe her eye sockets clean before she dared even open her eyes again.

That delighted her to no end. She wished she'd had a camera or at least a mirror by her bed, just so she could admire his "painting job." She could have easily gotten a mirror, or even a camera with a bit more effort, but she didn't want to disturb him by doing so.

After they'd finished and rested a bit, she got out from under him and had him lie where she had been. Then she climbed on top of him, with her pussy directly above his face and her big tits squishing against his lower abdomen.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he stared up into her dripping pussy lips.

She said proudly, "Mommy's a full service cocksucker and titfuckee. And that means your cock and balls need an exceptionally thorough tongue cleaning."

He groaned in lusty anticipation. He looked up and saw some pussy juice threatening to drip directly onto his face. Man, Mom is practically torturing me here. Why'd she have to pick THIS tempting position?

The "****" went on for quite a while. She mostly focused on licking his balls, since she could tell he got a lot of pleasure from that, even when his dick was flaccid. She liked to kiss them and roll each ball sac around in her mouth too. At the same time, her pussy was constantly shifting in position a few inches above his face. A couple of times, it briefly rested directly on his face.

That finally made him say, "Mom, I've gotta give fair warning. If you rest your pussy on my face one more time, and my tongue is in range, I'm gonna lick everything I can reach!"

Her voice sounded more delighted than concerned. "Oh dear! I'd better be more careful then. I'd better hurry up. It's just that your balls are so big and they demand so much licking. They must be full with all those billions of little spermies eager to get to where they belong: on my face or tits!"

He groaned. Oh man! Better yet, what about in your hot cunt? How many sons would be this respectful of your proclaimed desire not to get fucked? It's like you're trying to push me over the edge. The horny smell of your pussy is enough to make me too fuck-mad to think!

It took her about five minutes to finish polishing his balls. Then she sat up on the bed next to where he lay, revealing that her face was still dripping with his cum. "Goodness! That's was just great. I can't wait to tell Suzanne tomorrow. She'll be so envious. Do you take total control of her tits like that? Silly me, I'm sure you do. How does she like it? No, wait, don't tell me; I want to hear it straight from her own cocksucking lips tomorrow."

He just grinned at his mother's enthusiasm.

She let out a few weary breaths as she lay down on the bed next to him. "Phew! I'm so sweaty and bedraggled and ... well, thoroughly fucked. I really ought to take a shower before I go back to sleep, but I just can't muster the energy."

He let out a long yawn. "Phew! I'm too pooped too. I'm just gonna go back to sleep too. We can shower in the morning. By the way, Mom, crazy thought: what if I just fell asleep right here?"

She bit her lower lip. "You know I'd love that, in theory. But I'm afraid we can't. Bodies move in the night. You might even wake up with your big cock deeply impaled in places it can't be before you realize it. Sorry, but remember, we can't ever cross that boundary, even by accident." To which she added mentally, especially by accident. That would be impossible to undo.

"Shucks. It would be so nice to sleep in your arms ... Well, goodnight. I really love you."

"I really love you too, Son."

Alan thought about the Freudian implications of sleeping in his mother's bed. Despite everything we've done, somehow physically replacing my father in her bed would be a way huge step. The symbolism is pretty mind-blowing, actually. It almost takes my breath away, just thinking about it. It's like Mom would be my wife. Or if I slept with Sis all the time, then Sis would be my wife. Hell, what if I took turns sleeping in their beds so they were both my wives? Sweetness!

I guess I'll just have to be content with all I've got - at least for now.

He got up to walk away, but then he looked back and pointed to his own face, using it as a mirror for her own. "Mom, you've got something on your face here. And here. And here, and here, and here." He grinned as he kept pointing all over his face. "In fact, I think it's safe to say that your face is pretty well covered in my cum. Aren't you going to wash up before you go back to sleep?"

It seemed that comment relit her fiery lust. She shot him a passionate "come hither" look as she replied, "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe Mommy needs a sticky reminder of her proper place around here. Don't worry about me. Just remember that if you wake up and your cock is feeling at all twitchy, Mommy's mouth and tits will be waiting for you."

He shook his head in amazement at his good luck, finally staggering back to his room with his pajama bottoms in his hands.