Without saying any more, Susan reached out with trembling hands and touched his penis of her own free will for the very first time. She had touched it during her recent medical appointment, but only because Akami had her grab it during his orgasm in the examination room.
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.
