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He was so overcome with emotion that he suddenly turned serious. He reached out and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her close. "Mom, let me tell you something important." He leaned closer to her face, while she leaned in towards him. He was nearly overwhelmed by her sexy scent. She was a little bit sweaty, which he loved.
He said earnestly, "I love you so much. You're in my thoughts every single minute of the day, either consciously or unconsciously. Just the knowledge that you're nearby gives me confidence and lifts my feet as I walk. I really mean that."
She was bent over to have her face level with his. Her impressive melons swayed pendulously. She caressed his cheek with a hand while staring lovingly into his eyes. Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "I wish I could express my feelings for you as beautifully as you just did, but I can't even begin to find the words to explain how I feel. Son!" She grabbed him and held him close in a tight embrace.
She pulled his face directly into her impressive cleavage. The sexual contact was mostly inadvertent on her part, but not completely so.
He could hear her sob. Even though his face was smothered by tit-flesh, it never occurred to him to take further advantage of the situation - his concern for her emotional well-being preempted his lust. Besides, unless he screwed up big time, he knew there would be plenty of other, better opportunities in the future.
He pulled her head back and once more they stared into each other's eyes. They visually probed each other's faces, staring deeply, as if staring straight inside one another's souls.
Without warning, she tilted his head up and kissed him squarely on the lips. Their mouths locked and their tongues probed hungrily. Soon, she dropped to her knees next to the bed so she could continue the kissing more comfortably.
At first, he contented himself with just enjoying the kiss. But his erection was still jutting up, and it still felt great for him to stroke it. So he resumed doing that with one hand while his other hand held her chin or cheek.
Their kissing went on and on for many long minutes.
As they kissed, Alan found himself thinking of Ron, who was sleeping just down the hall. He had nightmarish visions of him bursting into the room (though in fact the door was locked). He hated the danger of their tryst, but at the same time he couldn't deny that it made everything that much more intense and arousing. His heart swelled with triumph to know that his mother couldn't resist him despite the substantial risk.
She was feeling highly conflicted. On one hand, she was painfully aware of the fact that Ron was sleeping down the hall. This was his last night home, and she felt she should respect him enough to avoid sexual contact with his son at least this one time. She shivered with fear when she imagined how he'd feel if he came in and saw her kneeling next to Alan's bed buck naked while endlessly French kissing him.
But on the other hand, Alan's erection was stiff and hot and within easy reach. Also, she truly hated the idea of him committing the sin of Onan. Worst of all, she hadn't touched it all day, and that didn't seem right.
She finally decided on a compromise. She wouldn't give him a blowjob, or even a handjob, but she would put her hand on his and help him along. That's exactly what she did. She broke the kiss briefly, and purred, "Here, Tiger, let me help you with that." Her hand covered his, and she started to lead the stroking. "Such a nice cock. Such a BIG cock! MMMM!"
They kissed some more while she continued to stroke.
After a few minutes, he got clever and widened the gap between his fingers as much as possible. It wasn't long before her fingers slid into the gaps between his, and she was essentially jacking him off on her own.
After a while, she broke the kiss again to purr in an extra sensual voice, "You're a naughty son, aren't you? Making me do naughty things all the time!" She thought back to her photo session with Brenda as she said, "Always keeping me naked and humiliated. Forcing me to share you with lots of other busty babes. Mmmm! But it's such a THICK cock, such a tasty cock, how can I resist?" Her fingers were sliding faster and faster now, forcing his hand to keep the pace. "Why, you've even got me calling myself one of your personal cocksuckers! Which is true!"
That was the final straw. He gave up the struggle of trying to hold back his climax. With an erotic moan, he let go of his erection altogether, allowing her to slide her fingers faster still. He let go in order to bunch the sheet over the tip of his erection, since her hand wasn't over the tip.
To his surprise, she still didn't move her hand to catch his cum. The wet stain already on the sheet suddenly became a much bigger wet stain as he just kept stroking and cumming until he had nothing left to give.
Susan French kissed him again as his orgasm petered out. She was filled with a satisfying "mission accomplished" feeling, which gave her the strength to pull away and regain control. She avoided touching his cum, because she wanted to respect Ron at least that tiny bit and not take cummy hands back to bed with her. She was determined not to lick and suck his penis and balls clean for the same reason.
She looked away from him shyly. "Tiger, we shouldn't have done that. The boundaries."
"But we didn't break the boundaries. You didn't so much as touch my erection. There's nothing wrong with kissing. You should be proud of your self-control."
She knew the no-touching part was a lie, but she let it slide. At least she didn't touch him much, relatively speaking. She complained, "And I let you commit the sin of Onan right in front of me! You spilled your seed upon the ground!"
"Upon the sheet, actually."
"I know. But that's how the Bible verse goes. I feel terrible. But I suppose that since I was at least somewhat helping you, that doesn't really count as masturbating."
"No, it doesn't."
"What about your father down the hall?" She couldn't help but notice the similarities between her recent nightmare and the real life events that were happening at that minute.
"Do you feel bad about that? He's still asleep."
"I do. I do! I feel horrible. But the thing is, I don't know how to put into words just how much I love you. But I can express it with my body. When I make you feel good with my body, I feel so good, and I feel like we're as one. I love you so much. So much more than just as a son, or as a lover, or as both combined. It's so much more." Her confidence boosted, she looked back at him.
He caressed her face and hair with his hands. "Mom, you just expressed it beautifully. I couldn't have said it any better. Physical pleasure just strengthens a much deeper bond. I just want to touch you and hold you 24 hours a day. I know it's wrong, but I want to feel like you're mine and I'm yours. Don't tell the others this, but I just don't think it's possible for me to ever love anyone else as much as I love you right now."
She started to cry tears of joy. "You make me so very happy! Son! I love you so much!" She thought, I am yours, Son! But she wanted to wait until Ron was out of the house before she started saying that kind of thing out loud.
They kissed on the lips again. He rolled on top of her and generally had his way with her nude body, with a particular focus on her breasts. As usual, he avoided touching her pussy area.
She pulled away when they could no longer breathe, laughing to herself. "I don't know what I was expecting when I came in here, but I wasn't expecting this. I was terribly tempted the whole time to give you a blowjob or handjob to show you my love. I could have slurped and supped on your cock for a good half an hour. But don't you feel this kissing was just as good?"
"I do. I've never felt so close to you." He really meant that, and everything else that he'd said.
They hugged tightly again for a long time. Neither of them ever wanted to let go. She particularly loved the sensation of lying naked underneath him; it made her feel like she totally belonged to him and was helpless to resist his lusty desires.
He could sense she was shedding more tears. He tried to focus on remaining sensitive and responsive, although her erect nipples poking into his chest made it hard to for him to be completely platonic.
She was lost in thought for a while, and then said, "I keep on doubting the wisdom, the morality, and the prudence of doing these things, particularly the physical part. Every time I do them I end up feeling so good. So right. At this point my real loyalty should lie with YOU, not with Ron, because of what he's done. You need me. Your penis needs my help to get rid of all that nasty cum, every single day, multiple times a day, while he apparently doesn't need me for anything. I guess I'm just a trophy wife for him. But I keep having... issues! You wouldn't believe some of the dreams I've been having lately."
She shivered as she recalled (vaguely) aspects of her most recent "nightmare," while was actually more like a blissful wet dream, where Alan took advantage of her in her bed while Ron was sleeping right next to them. "Please be patient with me. It's hard to overcome my past beliefs and my marriage vows, however inappropriate they might seem now. It takes time."
"That's okay, Mom. We have lots of time. Especially now that Ron will be gone soon." His hands continued to caress her bare back while she fondled his bare ass.
All this talk about her husband had her worried. She managed to get out from under him, then looked nervously at the door. "I'm really pushing my luck with these late-night visits. I should go. Goodnight, my love. Until tomorrow, when you-know-who finally leaves. Finally!"
She stood up, then put her nightgown and robe back on. Then she looked at the big wet spot on his sheets. "You want me to take care of that?"
"Yes, please! Oh, you mean the sheet?" He grinned at his joke.
"Oh, you! You're incorrigible. The sheet, you naughty, cum-filled boy. Let me put that in the hamper and I'll get you a fresh one."
She took the soiled sheet, got him a new one, then turned out the light as she left his room.
Alan's penis had stayed flaccid since his climax, but he was still in an erotic mood. Even just watching Susan in her nightgown while changing the sheets was arousing for him. Now that she'd left, he hugged his pillow tightly, wishing it was his mother and that they were sleeping in the same bed all night.
He thought, I just had a similar experience of deep connection the other day when I made love to Sis. I didn't realize that it was possible to completely and utterly love more than one person at the same time, but now I know that it is. I think I love four women. Aims maybe not as much, 'cos I know her the least, but I even love her a lot. Things wouldn't be complete without her. I don't know how I'll ever be able to part with any of them.
Hell, maybe five, because what about Glory? Dang! Is it possible to love four or even five women at once? That's nuts!
He had no shortage of amazingly arousing things to think about, so he had to will himself to put everything out of his mind to get some rest. Eventually, he fell asleep with a big smile on his face.
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